First 2 Weeks Down!
Sunday, November 03, 2019
My husband and I have been together for three and a half years and in that time we've both gained a bit of weight. From going to too many restaurants when we were dating to celebrating with too much food as fresh newlyweds to getting lazy and ordering pizza when our day to day lives were busy and stressful, we had fallen into the habit of using food as a crutch. We had started ordering takeout so often that we were hemorrhaging money we didn't have and I physically felt ill at the idea of another Postmates or Grub Hub order. I had gained about 50 pounds and was at my highest weight ever. None of my clothes fit, I could feel how much harder the most simple tasks had become, and seeing pictures of myself made me want to cry. I was already about 40 pounds above a healthy weight so gaining the extra 50 was just adding insult to injury.
At different times in our relationship, we had tried losing weight but we could never quite mesh our processes. He would track and I wouldn't or vice versa. I wanted to exercise but got bored by myself and he didn't want to go with me. We would try making a healthy meal for dinner but it wouldn't be filling enough so we would give in and order a pizza anyway. There always seemed to be a million and one excuses why this wouldn't work. I was starting to feel hopeless. It's incredibly difficult to stay on track when you're living with someone who doesn't share the same mindset as you.
Two weeks ago, my husband got sick and spent the evening with various stomach issues that left him running to the bathroom every 20 minutes. He realized he didn't have a virus. It was a culmination of the poor food and drink (including alcoholic drink) choices he had made the few days prior. His body was literally revolting against how it was being treated. It was that weekend that we decided together we were going to start tracking our food intake and going to the gym 3 times a week. And not only did we commit to going to the gym but the only time we can go is at 5:30 in the morning. That's how he knows that I, as an insomniac, love him dearly!
Tomorrow morning will start our third week of waking up early to exercise and tracking our food. We're both feeling pretty good! My overall mood has improved, I can feel my legs getting stronger, my work uniform already fits a little better, and we're getting into a routine. Plus, it's a nice quiet time I get to spend with my husband before we head off into our busy days. A couple of days it's been the only time we spend together until getting in bed that night. My scale is currently broken so I'm not sure what my weight is but it's actually pretty nice to not have that as a focal point. I'm already getting some awesome benefits to my new changes that I can focus on those instead.
If I'm being completely honest, the early morning wake up calls are still pretty brutal for me and I don't anticipate that ever changing. I'm exhausted but adjusting. Maybe this will make me start to like coffee! But getting up before the sun is a lot easier to do when your best friend is right there doing it with you. I'm not sure where this latest health and fitness journey is going to take us but I'm so grateful that we are finally on the same page with it. We made a vow to care for each other in sickness and in health. It's time we focus on the health part of that. :)