I had a solid plan yesterday. I even had it written down before I left work: everything I needed to get done, in order, starting with my workout.
Then my husband and older stepson asked me to meet them for dinner. Instant panic attack! What about my plan? I suck at eating out. I go from “I’m on a diet” to “I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger and cake, please” in 60 seconds. Then I will be so stuffed that I can barely walk, let alone even think about working out.
I almost didn’t go. I didn’t trust myself to not eat like a pig and get way off track again. I didn’t want to miss out on spending time with them, though. I surprised myself and did very well: I drank unsweet tea, got a Caesar salad, and skipped dessert, even though they have some rather seductive cake.
When we got home, though, my to-do list hadn’t shrunk any, so I figured, what the hell. Something’s got to give, and it may as well be my workout. I went ahead and changed into comfy, hang-around-the-house clothes, ready to start working my way down my list, minus the workout. But when my husband saw me, he instantly said “Nope!”
He told me he wouldn’t have asked me to join them for dinner if he knew it was going to mess up my plans. He said I have been doing so well with working out, and he didn’t want to be the reason I skipped a workout. He encouraged me to go do one of my workout DVD’s so I could still put a star on the calendar for the day.
I honestly wouldn’t have worked out if he hadn’t said anything. How could I say no to that, though? I laced up my sneakers and pressed play on a workout video, and I was relieved to finish it and place that star on the calendar.
Our one-year wedding anniversary is coming up, and after he did that for me last night, I want to get mushy and sappy for a moment. My husband has never treated me any different, no matter what I weigh. Even at my heaviest, he never pushed me away or acted like I was unattractive to him. When I had lost weight, he let me know he was proud of the hard work I had put in, but that he loved me even before I lost weight. He has always been affectionate, quick to tell me he thinks I am beautiful, holding my hand and holding onto me like none of the extra weight is even there.
He knows it’s important to me to lose this weight. I love that he dished out some tough love last night and gave me that gentle shove to work out. When I got finished, he smiled and said “Good job!” I went over to him, sweaty and red-faced with my hair sticking up, and had to give him a kiss.
I am glad, that out of all the people in the world, and all the different directions we could have taken, we managed to take the twists and turns that led us to each other.
Now…time to brainstorm a killer first anniversary gift!
Sweat & Sparkle 