If you don't have anything nice to say...
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Don't say anything at all. We all know the saying from Thumper's mother in the timeless classic, Bambi. Clearly, my husband didn't know that this applied to him. Let me back up a bit.
I HATE to exercise. I hate exercising even MORE when I feel out of shape and haven't done it in a while. I hate exercising MOST when I feel out shape, haven't done it in a while, and I have to do it with someone else or in front of other people, even if it IS my husband. The man is in the military. He's in good shape (even though he'll argue that he isn't. Dear Sexy Man Who Sleeps Next To Me At Night, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE THE MOST RIPPED, CUT-UP ABS ON THE PLANET DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE OUT OF SHAPE, AND EVERY TIME YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT IT, IT MAKES YOUR OBESE WIFE FEEL EVEN MORE CRAPTACULAR ABOUT HERSELF, KTHX!!!!) But I digress, I hate working out with someone else. I'm only willing to work out with my 2 Best Friends, Chrissy and Sarah, and I do so grudgingly.
Anyway, I'd been saying about how I felt gross and that I wanted to get back on track with my weight loss. He tried suggesting all of these activities that we could do together. I just wasn't interested in a lot of them. Bike riding isn't my thing. I love to swim, but he can't really swim, so that was out. We were going to go to kickboxing classes (which I'd done once or twice before and loved), but with his class schedule it hasn't worked out. So he finally asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I wanted to start running again. Before we got married, I had trained for a virtual 5K and did really well. I got 3rd place, and was super proud of myself. I said that I wanted to start running again. It was something that the man could do with me because I mean, he has to run every morning for PT anyway, so that's nothing new for him. He was willing to commit to an extra run 3 times a week. I told him that we would be starting from scratch because I haven't been running in a while, and I feel SO out of shape. I got to running through Couch to 5K, so that's what I decided to do again.
Yesterday, I set my interval timer on my phone in advance so it would be all ready when he got home so he could just change out of his uniform and we could go. I told him the plan when he got home and he looked and said, "Why are we doing it that way?"
"Because that's the way I did it before, and that's the way I'm doing it now."
"Well, I think that we should--"
"Stop. Just stop. You are lucky that I'm letting you go running with me at ALL. I don't want to argue about this. I don't want your opinion on anything. You wanted to do something with me. I want to run. I don't want any negativity. This is hard enough for me as it is. Just stop. If you're not going to be supportive, you can stay home."
Fit Husband summarily shut his trap.
So, we leave the apartment and get on our way with a 5 minute warm-up walk.
"Aren't you going to stretch first?" asked Fit Husband.
"Uh, no. It's bad to stretch cold muscles," said I.
"Who told you that? We ALWAYS stretch before PT."
"Um, EVERYONE. And my cousin has her master's in exercise science. She told me that a brisk walk or a slow jog before a run is the way to go. You stretch AFTER."
"But--" he started to protest.
"NO. My workout, my way. I'm not arguing about this."
Fit Husband was quiet for the rest of the workout, except at the end. The interval timer beeped that I didn't have to run anymore.
"You did a really good job. I'm kind of surprised. I'm really proud of you. You kept pace and everything. I know that was hard for you, and I'm proud."
So yay for me! Not only did I get my workout in, but I stood up for myself (I usually try to avoid confrontation) and ended up doing something that was good for myself all around. Another run on Wednesday, and I'm kind of excited... weird!