Wednesday, March 13, 2013
When I met my husband he had many great qualities (and still does) but a few I really treasured. For one, he was really good looking (still is, I can't tell you how many women hit on him EVERYWHERE we go), was fit, was very good with money, and unbelievably neat for a single guy.
He worked 60 hours a week and as a hobby trained to cage fight. We actually met at a strip club (haha, try coming up with a random place you met every time someone asks how you met) one night when a fight he was going to got canceled. We lived in two different towns and didn't have any of the same friends. Talk about chance.
Fast forward a couple of years and I told him he needed to quit fighting. For one, he never saw me (now I wish he would get out of the house)... and also we were starting to take on more responsibilities and we simply could not afford broken bones or other down time damage. It was just a mature decision.
Fast forward to before our wedding we both had gotten in this terrible slump. That's when my weight crept up to its highest and I really didn't care. I was tired.... all the time. We went to work, came home.... ate enough to feed four people and went to bed. Talk about a rut. Thing is... I didn't know how bad of a rut we were in until I started losing weight and getting more active.
I have my lazy days.... and there are weeks were I could do more but I do my best to stay far away from that rut.
My husband at one point in my journey started working out with me. I REALLY liked it. He motviated me and we had fun together (atleast I was having fun not having to do everything alone all the time). That has stopped completely.
Fast forward to now.... I try to stay active almost every day of the week. Some days I just try to go for a walk.... just to get out! I work a full time job... I take full time college classes.... and now I'm the only person that takes care of the house. I also help manage our farm. I have too much on my plate.
One trait I treasured about my husband no matter how silly it seems is how neat he was. His house was always so.... clean. I was so surprised that a guy lived there. I tell him all the time now that he needs to help me. He probably hasn't done any laundry in two years and just comes home and sits.
He literally comes home. Sits. Eats. Goes to bed. We do stuff on the weekends but he doesn't lift a finger during the week. He will help me here and there with the house when I ask but I don't think I should have to ask.
I talked to him tonight about going back to work out with me and he told me he works too much during the day (their hours have changed and he works less now than when we met, usually just 40 hours or a little bit over). Given.... he is a machinist and a farmer... he does do a lot of hard lifting during the day. He does not have an office job like me. But I don't think that's an excuse considering when we met he was fit. Since then he has probably gained 30-40 pounds. I've been there and done the whole weight gain thing and he never complained so I feel bad about criticizing him about it.
I reminded him about when he used to train.... he said.... well then I had a goal. I don't understand not taking care of yourself at all because their isn't some trophy at the end.
I just don't know what to do. I may not be perfect but atleast I've been awakened to the old lifestyle. I feel unattracted to who he has turned into and there is no talking about it.