Hubby is a retired Marshal … hunted down bad guys and wrestled them to the ground and made grown men cry. He helped those who wanted to help themselves and helped children find better lives away from their “parents”.
My adorable beloved hubby of almost 42 years … is on my last nerve. He is loving, smart, funny, giving, smells good, can leap tall buildings … and is a procrastinator of the supreme power.
We retired almost 5 years ago … both from type A positions.
What would you like to do with retirement honey, he innocently asked?
Travel, travel, travel love muffin, I sweetly replied.
We purchased a 1975 Airstream Argosy travel trailer … that needs a list of “repairs” every time we take her out. Sometimes due to “ooops” on our part and sometimes “just coz” … ya know, much like our “older” bodies. I also have an untouched list of things I wanted to make it “ours” but that’s another argument.
As a retired project manager … I make list. I plan. I set a budget. I set time lines. I expect … follow through.
Hubby on the other hand … expects EVERYTHING to go … hmmm, his way even though he doesn’t carry a weapon on him any more.
Hubby has many, many talents … makes me breakfast in bed, remembers birthdays, anniversaries, Mother’s Day. He’s been known to paint my toe nails … but don’t tell anyone.
But hubby is not … a handy pull out the tools and let’s fix things ourselves kinda guy. His approach is … let’s think about it some for a while … and heaven forbid we talk about it while he’s deep in thought. Which means … do NOTHING until the very, very last minute when it’s an emergency and make one mistake after another coz we are in a hurry and I am … fuming in frustration … OK, screaming in frustration.
I’m sooo glad I’m not like him. I mean … so, I was 100+ pounds over weight, unhealthy, wrecked knees, not exercising or even moving my body, knowledge of what to do but not doing it, a craft room full of “projects”.
So, what’s really going on??? When things are hard … it’s hard to get it done. When you are scared of … failure … it’s hard to get started. I’m scared. Last year, hubby’s procrastination added to the list of triggers for a manic overload.
Scared that my re-found motivation to stay on track … will … wilt.
Hubby … has always, always and forever … been a procrastinator. Can I truly expect him to change???
I have been food dependent for always … can I truly change???
While he is fixin’ me a loving cup of hot tea … I am falling back in love with a known put-it-off until tomorrow or ??? kinda guy.
Oh … and it’s been a month since I binged and I have recycled off some pounds.
My arms won’t look smaller … just coz I cover them up. ~Kenlie@alltheweigh
Here’s to … LIFE … uncovered.