I worked my tail off and have lost a tiny piece of me. My husband started feeling guilty about sitting there while I was working out and decided to start running again. He's tall, he's super skinny, never had to worry about what he shoved in his mouth in his life etc. So now I feel like he's showing off. Honey, I busted my time from my last run, I'm going to enter all these races. blah, blah, blah. And out went the support for me, and now everything is focused on his goals and how fast he is. He used to go walking with me, not anymore. He's already done his miles for the day. I can't run due to an injury and now he's got our kids all excited about running. Something I can never do or be a part of, and I feel left out.
I guess it just feels like we have the same career that he's more successful at (as in I have to work another job so he can have his) and now something I was doing well in has been upstaged and taken over by him and what he wants. He's busted room in his schedule for him, but now I don't have the time for me anymore because I have to carry the load to support all the things he's doing without me.
So I've been watching my eating, but not so close, and it feels pointless to try to squeeze in excercise between all the things I take care of so he can have all the things he wants in his day. I know I should feel supportive and like its a great thing for HIM, but I feel shot down, put out, and that my needs don't matter anymore. I'm tired of feeling like everything is a competition and I always loose.
Sorry, just needed to vent that somewhere and see if someone could help me think about it differently. He is a good guy and a good father. I just wish something was for me and not always fouced on him.
| Pounds lost: 48.6