When I decided to get in shape last year I was pretty much doing it for myself.
I couldn’t be this person anymore…
I wanted to feel better.
I wanted to live longer.
I wanted to look cuter in the dresses at H&M.
I wanted to never be “The Fat Mom” at soccer again.
I wanted to be able to have a long, full, active life with my Dudes.
Losing weight was probably the only half-way-sorta selfish thing I’ve done since I gave birth to my children. Oh, and the Justin Timberlake concert I went to in ‘09, that was 100% totally for me. #dontjudge
When I committed to eating healthier and spending at least 5 hours in the gym every week, it was because I wanted to be a better person. It was a commitment that forced my family to sacrifice so that I could be a happier human.
It’s a sacrifice that has ultimately paid off for them as well, and in ways I never even considered.
Sure I figured they would think it was cool to have me actually go to the park and play with them again (no more laying in the shade gasping for air for me!) and I imagined that they would all benefit from my decree that fast food was the devil* largely off limits.
But, who knew that this new getting’-in-shape-girl initiative was even going to help my marriage?!
DudeDad has never one time ever even sort of come close to saying anything negative about my body (he did once say I looked like a seal in my swimsuit, but he swears he was referring to the color of the material, not the remarkably seal-ish body filling it out). Of course I know he prefers the svelte me over the, er, inflated me, but he’s never suggested I lose weight or criticized my appearance.
What he has done is been supportive of my efforts. He volunteers to watch the Dudes so I can work out. He encourages me to hit the gym even when I want to go to Chipotle instead don’t feel like it. He agrees to my ain’t-no-chocolate-chip-cookies-coming-up-in-here ban without even batting an eye. He gives me workouts to try (note, DudeDad is insanely fit. Sometimes, I look at him and want to barf) and makes time to do them with me in the basement even though I cry and whine the entire time.
He’s sorta awesome like that.
Recently, he convinced me that we should do a mud run together.
He signed us up, he paid for it, and on the day of the race, even though he easily could’ve placed top 10 in his age group, he stuck with me the entire time. Even when I had to clutch my knees so I wouldn’t barf. Even when I was gagging because I had to get in the river (look, I don’t do wild water, okay? I’m strictly a chlorine girl.). Even when I was contemplating crawling on my knees and begging one of the course people to take me back in their little buggy thing.
He stuck with me.
And, I finished it!
I did every obstacle (all 20+ of them) on the hard level. I ran almost the entire way (there was this one hill, that was like, and I was like, just no). And, I didn’t come in last place (actually, I was number 48 out of 85 in my age category).
But, most importantly, we had such a great time together!
I’ve officially decided that the couple that mud runs together, stays together which is why I’ve agreed to do another in the fall.
Bring out the little buggy things though, just in case!
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