My husband and I, like 90% of the population are on a constant battle with our weight. About a month ago he joined Medifast. So, 23 lbs later, he is feeling great. He gets up every morning at 5am and goes to the gym. And so now, he thinks he can convince me to join him.
The conversation goes something like this, "Just do it for a week," he says, "You will feel better."
REALLY? I have a hard enough time getting up at 6:30 to go to work, forget the gym! But none the less, he has been relentless. And this morning, I dragged my sorry arse out of bed at 4:55 am to go to the gym. I was crabby, tired and well...crabby! Everything he said and did this morning got a rude comment followed by a glare that I am extremely famous for. And yet the entire time, he just took it in stride. Never commented, or scolded me. He just let me be.
But I was crabby at him all day! So after work we rushed to a pampered chef party, and didn't get home until 9:30. And I had only just started to speak to Josh again by the time we got home.
But now, at 10:38pm I am not sure how tomorrow will go. The work out felt GREAT! And all in all I had a great day - and was mostly just holding a grudge against my husband.
But I must give my husband a huge hand. Not only has he been getting up to work out everymorning. He has also dealt with my crabby butt as well.
So, maybe tomorrow I will go to the gym. Maybe not (I am leaning more to the NOT.) But one thing I am sure of, is that I love my amazing and patient husband.
How do you find the balance? How do you spend your week doing what needs to get done and yet find time to enjoy just “Being” with each other? Should I let the dishes wait? Should I stop watering the yard and hope it withers and dies? Oh, and don’t forget to eat right and exercise?
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