What I didn't expect was that I wouldn't like his new passion as much as he did. I wasn't ready to join him on his journey because I was in school full-time and working full-time and often fell asleep on the couch before dinner and stayed asleep until morning. It was a miserable time.
As Chris became more excited about fitness and increasing his ability I became more frustrated with Chris. He tracked every calorie and planned every meal and that took time. Not to mention he didn't appreciate that I was eating whatever I wanted in front of him (ie. bringing home cinnamon buns) and I don't blame him. But, I didn't sign up for this weight loss goal - he did. I did enjoy our healthy dinner challenges like our 1 week dinner salad challenge where we ate only salad for dinner and took turns making new ones (tuna and pine nuts on endive scoops, Waldorf salad, Greek salad, caramelized pear and toasted walnut salad, etc.)
Then I began to hate Chris' time away to do fitness. I was exhausted from work and school and Chris was exhausted from work and school, but he was able to go to the gym everyday, hockey several times a week, and karate several times a week. I, however, felt like I had no time and that things around the house were not getting done. I felt like I was carrying the household (this was not true - just seemed that way because I was jealous Chris had free time to do his fitness and sport stuff and I did not have time for me). I wanted Chris home and although I thought it was great he was so committed to his goal I did not care. Deep down I wanted him to quit. I didn't sign up for a relationship where my husband was at the gym for several hours a day. That was not the kind of person I wanted to spend my day with (or not spend my day with since he was at the gym).
Then Chris finally met his weight goal (or surpassed I should say). He was so low in weight that he looked sickly - literally. You should look at our wedding photo and the before and after photos below to see the difference.
|Chris back when I met him. All cute and cuddly. 225lbs|
|Chris at our wedding. 155lbs|
|Chris looking super sexy now. 165lbs|
But then things settled down and Chris was home more and I was home more and fitness became part of his life, but not the center of his life. He was able to go to the gym for less time once he reached his goal and eat a lot more - this also took effort on his part and a lot of convincing on mine. Things were much better.
Now, I'm actually committed to my own fitness journey. I'm seeing the results and I'm doing more. I never wanted to be a fitnessy-type person. I don't want to be better at sports-type things. I just want to feel better. Things are getting easier and I'm having to do more to get that feeling of accomplishment and that feeling of working out hard. I never thought I would be setting fitness challenges for myself. I never thought my body would tell me it has to do something active because it misses it. And, now I think to myself "I didn't sign up for this, but thank God I did".