Yesterday was a pretty low-feeling sort of day.
Last night, I had a little talk with my husband. We both have weight to lose, demons to conquer, etc. I think we’re both ready to work on it. It’s always easier to commit when you feel like you aren’t alone. We’re going to be in this struggle together.
My main focus is weight loss, but I want to couch that goal in the idea of becoming an athlete. I’m 33 years old. That is completely attainable. I’m not certain what my sport will be, but it’s likely to involve running and hiking of some sort. My husband also wants to get back to athlete status. He’s a watersports guy and has a definite end goal in mind.
With our goals in mind, we talked about some ways to achieve them:
- eat healthier food (within our budget, which is tight)
- move more (starting out, this will be sort of unstructured – just the goal to move)
- get better sleep (enforced bedtime of 9:30PM, enforced No Screen Time After 8:30 for me)
My husband took a big step to starting his fight last night. I’m beginning, in earnest on Monday, September 2.