For my new readers, 65MD is my husband. He asked for privacy's sake to be called '65 Mustang Driver on my blog. While I wanted to respect his privacy, I did not want to type out that whole long moniker every time I referred to him, so we agreed on 65MD. It adds an air of mystery to him, which is hilarious to me.
He has been a tremendous support for me all through this journey. He needs to lose 20 or so pounds but has never struggled with his weight the way I have. Still, he has been as helpful as he could be. This is a journey that is often walked alone. At least for me it has been since the battle is more between the ears than anywhere else.
He considered doing P90X with me but has decided not to. I think it is a wise decision on his part. He has arthritis in his knees which is a hereditary condition and this high impact stuff won't help it. He is still totally on board with me doing so. This is how I know:
We were out the other night and stopped to get gas in the car. As I sat there, I noticed domed drink lids, which are the hallmark of Icees, my favorite summertime drink. There is nothing better on a hot summer day. When 65MD got back in the car, I pointed at them and said I thought they had Icees here. He said I didn't really want one, and I agreed. I pointed out that it was a little cooler and I didn't want to drink anything that cold now. He said that the reason I didn't want one was because I didn't want to ruin all my hard work. He was right! I'd been telling myself the very same thing and not just with Icees.
Secondly, I've struggled with the workouts. Even the lean workout is grueling. I'm sore. Although I'm alone in the house, except for the dog, I am embarrassed by my lack of ability. All those horrible memories of PE and gym come flooding back. I was close to tears before this morning's routine was complete. I emailed him and told him how I was feeling. He sympathized and then gave me words of encouragement. He gave me the will to continue. He's fighting right along with me.
He loves me no matter what my size. He's told me repeatedly that he wished I could make peace with my weight. I know, however that I need to be healthier. He understands that and keeps me going. I need it. I'll need it a lot more. This could be a very long 90 days.
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