Over the past couple of years I've yo-yo dieted myself up to a pretty hefty number on the scales. This is the year I've decided to do something about it. I do want support from my husband, not the kind that brings forth anger. The quiet nod of the head saying, "job well done" will suffice. Thats what I want.
Beau Prine has never been accused being nice, no not once. He has nice moments. Not to be confused with kindness either. Just a spurt of nice. It's like a shooting star, if you blink you'll miss it. {or like driving through my hometown} Having explained all that, I'll get to my point. There IS a point.
At say, around 7:30 or 8:00 this morning while still sleeping I get woke up by Beau. We, rather he, talks for a bit and I hear something that sounded something like "do you want to go work out today". I'm asleep and surely my hearing is muffled and I thought, sure why not. I must have muttered a yes, yeah or sure thing. Because low and behold at noon today when he comes home for lunch he asked if I still wanted to. Wanted to? Does anyone actually, literally WANT to work out? I think not.
I couldn't very well say no, trust me I was screaming a NO in my mind. I can't show weakness to this man. My loving husband had a hint of what looked to be amusement in his eyes. I really think he expected me to say no. I showed him! I said yes. {what the hell am I trying to pull here?}
So as it stand now, I'm going to the gym to work out. Me. Did I mention I've put on a few pounds? {ok, so more than a few} I mean I don't have to walk sideways to get out the door but still, I think one should lose some weight before entering a gym. Did I also mention this is a gym on POST??? A gym filled with already fit soldiers, men and women. It's one thing to work out with men but skinny women??? Oh how I hate me some skinny women.
I have ONE pair of suitable workout bottoms, I use them to LOUNGE around in. The most strengous event these workout/lounge pants has ever seen is me walking to post office. Twice. First time it was fun, second time I thought what the hell am I walking for?? Haven't done it since.
I could possibly die tonight at the gym. Either from actually working out or embarrassment. Both very possible, very. That'll teach Beau Prine to ever ask ME to work out again.
