My Incredible Shrinking Husband: Part 1- January 12, 2012
My husband is a winner. In every since of the word he’s star. Greyson is the guy everyone gravitates to. He’s hilarious, charming, cute, and fun. He grew up the only boy between two sisters. He was an athlete, popular and fun.
Don’t be fooled. He’s so much more than that. His sensitivity and kindness are known to all who call him “friend.” He sacrificed and fought hard to carve out a great career in TV news as a sportscaster. I proudly watched his late nights of studying to get his MBA at The University of North Carolina, a top program in the US.
Look at this couple. So young. So ridiculously and overwhelmingly in love with each other. This was 2004, just after we had gotten engaged. Honestly, I don’t feel like we’re all that different than we were when we took this picture at my sister-in-law’s wedding. We were 22 and 29. Now we’re 30 and 37. Our love has done nothing but grow.
And so have we.
My happily married man has let his waistline expand with the passing years. I’d like to say it’s my cooking, but I don’t cook that much. I think the culmination of beer, getting older, a taste for trying great restaurants, and beer have resulted in a chubby hubby.
Greyson has said, “You know Amy, I don’t feel as big as I am. The weight is the one thing about myself I would change.” (I would change his incessant need to double check that the door is locked after we leave the house. But, that’s just between you and me.) It’s true though. The physique doesn’t match the man.
So he’s on a mission to lose weight. As a Mike and Mike disciple, he’s going with P90X. As an Auburn University alumnus he’s following Charles Barkley’s lead with Weight Watchers. I keep turning on my best Barkley impression and reciting the commercial, “If the ‘Round Mound’ can slim down, so can you!”
I’m really proud of him, and really confident he can do it. I love him no matter what size he is, I just want him to be healthy more than anything. It will probably inspire me to tone up too. He’s brave enough to let me keep track of all this on the blog. Internet accountability. Gotta love it. Gotta love him.

















