Well. Yesterday was the first time I have worked out in a long, long time. It felt great to do it. DH worked out, too, which is even better.
In early December, DH got sick with a bad cough. After many doctors' visits and a few courses of antibiotics, his oxygen levels were still dangerously low, and he ended up in the hospital for two days. Without knowing the exact cause, we decided it was best to move out of our apartment (to eliminate the possibility of an environmental reaction), send back our new couches (because he could have been reacting to 'that new furniture smell') and try again somewhere else.
Throughout this, my in-laws came, I was packing up boxes in our old place (to which DH was forbidden to return), and unsurprisingly, we were eating a lot of junk. Take-out, boxed mac and cheese, whatever was fast and/or sounded good to DH.
We've since moved into a new place, and DH has had and continues to have regular doctor's appointments since we still don't have an official answer, yesterday was the first time we were both feeling good enough to work out. And it felt great!
I think we're both still fighting a lot of the stress that we've been going through. I mean, its hard to let yourself FEEL the stress of something when you're still going through it. Now that the move is done, DH is out of the hospital, and we're both getting back to our normal lives, it's time to start doing what we need to do for ourselves. We spent so much time trying to get him healthy according to blood work and oxygen, but it's time for our whole bodies.