Growing up I wasn't very athletic. Heck, I'll say it, I was the chubby book worm. I did soccer and softball on the side, but that was mostly just to hang out with my friends. After not making my high school's soccer team, I decided to give cross country a try. I'm so glad I did! Yes I think it helped screw up my knee, but it also taught me how wonderful it feels to workout on a regular basis.
While I'm no longer a runner (due to knee pain, but I'm hoping I can pick it back up this year), I still try to work out at least 3 times a week. The workouts are not nearly as intense as high school, but they still give me a sense of accomplishment. Plus, I love to eat my desserts. I figure if I work out, I can have my dessert. Pretty much enough motivation for me.
Now let's talk about Joe. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little afraid I'm going to be a widow by the time I'm 50 or 60. Both Joe's dad and Joe's paternal grandfather had heart disease before the age of 55--one died and the other required bypass surgery. While I know we can't help his genes, we can try to be active and eat well. Hubsters says he recognizes this, but his actions say otherwise. He's like a kid when it comes to eating his vegetables. He's not lazy, but he definitely prefers the couch if he's not working or if there is no snow to shovel. So yes, I worry about his health for selfish reasons, but I do really wish he ate a little better and worked out more. I didn't intend to do it, but so far everyday this year I've asked him, "Did you work out today?" Unfortunately other than when he shoveled snow last weekend, the answer has been no. I figure he'll eventually get annoyed and/or get the point, so I think I'm going to keep asking everyday. Sorry hunny :P
Oh! And yes, we've tried working out together. Sometimes it works, but mostly we need to work out on our own schedules.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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My husband and I have been doing Weight Watchers since August. With the exception of the last few weeks, he's gone to the gym a few times a week. He's in a Biggest Loser competition at work, so it helps keep him motivated. They each put in $10 and the winner gets the $250 and a 3 month membership to the Y!
I have the same problem with my DH. I run, and he thinks of running as punishment because in the sports he played (football, basketball, soccer) it was the least enjoyable part for him. He did a lot of lifting in high school, but it's not like I can be his spotter when the weights are bigger than me. I just try to lead by example and make sure to mention how great I feel after every run. Hopefully he'll eventually realize that the couch is less fulfilling and rewarding.
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