Working Up a Sweat

My loving husband has been working really hard to exercise and lose weight. He has done an incredible job and is back down to his wedding-day pant size. Great job honey!

But now, he's. still. going. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for his being healthier, more physically active, and in shape. But now it's starting to make me feel bad. Not because I think I have weight to lose. More because he's making me look bad with all the gym-attending and early morning sit-ups and push-ups. It's drawing attention to my own lazy attitude toward exercise. Wait. Lazy isn't the right word. I'm not lazy, I'm just busy! Who has time to fit in a work-out when I work full-time, have a child, house, and husband to keep up with, running a business on the side and studying for graduate school. Whew, that wears me out just typing it! Truth be told, I'm making excuses. I have been lucky enough to be blessed with good genes that have never forced me to exercise to stay trim. Although I know that train will be coming to an end soon.

I just don't like working out. Which would I rather do? Go to the gym or play with BG? Go to the gym or get some housework done? Go to the gym or relax with a bowl of ice cream while watching Project Runway? All no-brainers. I keep telling myself I need to find a sport that I like so it won't feel like a chore, but is actually fun. I keep telling myself that if I could exercise at home, I would be more inclined to do it. I keep thinking we need to buy a treadmill or get the Wii Fit. The later requires the purchase of a Wii and $350+ sounds like a lot of money in hopes I would use it. Plus, does out house really need another gaming console? I think not. So instead, I do nothing. I keep eating ice cream. I watch my diligent husband trek to the gym everyday, and try to avoid watching him do sit-ups in the morning, so the guilt won't set in.

I did bring my walking shoes to work today in hopes of walking over lunch. I'll let you know how that goes...