Because I'm starting to feel better after my severe diverticulitis attack, I decided to reward myself with a haircut (over 4" gone), color and getting those pesky "stray eyebrows" that keep popping up on my chin removed.
boobalah looked at me and remarked that I'd really taken some positive steps in my health. He's been complaining that he's putting on weight while I'm losing. (Granted, it was only 1 lb and 1" last week, but it's still 1 lb and 1" that is not attached to me any longer).
He says he needs to incorporate some physical activity.
I'm back to my WATP dvd workouts. I had to start back at 1 mile, but that's OK. I'll be up to 4 miles soon. Then on to the 5 mile one with the weights soon.
He's done something to his ankle. I'm not sure what. I think he may have torn a ligament or something. Since he has a penis, I know he won't go to the doctor until he can't stand it any longer. Why are men that way?
He was telling me that I should not go for bike rides until I got into better shape. I told him that riding a bike is one way to
get into shape. I'm not considering riding in a race or marathon. I just want to ride for a few miles. I got an odometer and started riding!
I hope he's serious about this. He started making dinner in a different way to accomodate me (complaining the entire time). I told him that I'd make my own dinner if it bothered him that much. He's seeing some results in my skin and attitude. I'll be the first to say that it's hard to see the difference in someone's body when you live with them and the results are gradual. However, he's noticing other things and wants to make some improvements.
I hope he will continue to have this attitude. I'd love to move my dvd from the back room and put it in the living room and work out together. 1 mile takes about 20 minutes. (Get the ankle better, boobalah!).