Dear Husband

Dear Husband,

I appreciate that you so willingly went to the gym with me.  I know we don’t always see eye to eye when it comes to our physical endeavors.  I like to run outside.  You just love that dreadmill, I mean treadmill.   If it were up to me, I would bike all summer long, from morning to night.  If it were up to you, you would have found a way to discreetly hide my body to avoid becoming a suspect in my disappearance after I registered us for the R.A.I.N. ride, a one day,160 mile bike ride.

I appreciate that you were so willing to give up your treadmill after I lost my spot on mine because I had to make a mad dash to the restroom.  I know how much of a sacrifice it was for you, since I know how much you really like to run (wink, wink).

I appreciate that you always ask if I have water prior to us leaving for the gym.

What I don’t appreciate, dear husband of mine, are your unintentional efforts at the grocery store to sabotage my goal for the family to eat healthy.  Do you know how much sugar is in one serving of Kool-Aid? I do, 16 grams! I know you rationalize that real sugar is healthy because it’s natural.  Guess what, dear husband?  Poison Ivy is natural.  I wouldn’t recommend throwing it into my salad.

Your favorite chips, do you know the nutritional, or should I say lack of nutritional value in this product of yours you buy on a weekly basis?  Well, I do! There are better & more nutritional choices for your snacking needs.

You don’t even want to get me started on those Oreo cookies you were bringing into our home and hiding up in the cabinets.

I’m sure the bakery that is by located by our son’s Tae Kwon Do studio have significantly decreased sales since he obtained his driver’s license and he no longer depends on you driving him there.

I know dear. You would rationalize your behavior by telling me you purchase and eat bananas almost daily.  I do appreciate your attempts at fruit consumption, but have you never heard the saying “all things in moderation”?  I would not be surprised if you were to personally grow out a banana peeling out of your own body.

Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day, dear!  Do you remember when we were at the grocery and I specifically made a comment about all of the candy that was being marketed for the holiday? Do you also remember me specifically requesting that you not bring any home for Valentine’s Day? Well, I do; because I remember everything.

So, dear husband, why did I come home from work on Valentine’s Day to find not just a box of chocolates, but the biggest heart shaped box of chocolate truffles you could possibly find?  I know you think you’re funny. I do not.  I’m not denying my lust, I mean love for candy and other nutritionally void food.  I’ve explained it to you 1000 times.  I’m aware of my dietary faults and my way of addressing that issue is by not bringing it into my home where I am most likely to consume it.  It might be the cop out way to deal with, but it’s my way and it works for me.

Don’t take this the wrong way as I do appreciate your holiday efforts.  I was very surprised to come home and find dinner that did not consist of beanie wienies, processed chicken nuggets, or delivered pizza.  There was even a very green salad.  I’m not sure in the 18 years of our relationship that I ever remember you making a salad.  For this, I’ll ignore the fact that the lasagna you did make consisted of only thirty-nine percent of our daily sodium allowance and only twenty-eight percent of our saturated fat daily allowance.

Fictitious Family, But Don’t They Look Healthy & Happy

Our children are growing by the second and will one day not be in our household on a daily basis.  Well, unless I can figure out how to lock them in their bedrooms forever without someone calling local law enforcement.  By maintaining our mental and physical health now, I hope to ward off all of those physical ailments as long as possible that the majority of the senior population must deal with.  I would rather spend our senior years together enjoying the time with our adult children and grandchildren doing things we enjoy versus them carting us off to our doctor’s appointments.

So, dear husband of mine, will you please, please and can I say please enough; lay off the junk food grocery trips?   I don’t expect hundred percent abstinence. I don’t claim perfection in that area of my life either, but just a significant improvement is all I’m asking for, please. If my respectful requests are denied, I might be the one avoiding becoming the main suspect in your disappearance.   Remember honey, it’s for the good of the entire family.

Love always,

Your Fabulous Wifey

Dear readers,

I know I’m not the only one with a spouse that is the complete opposite of  myself regarding our families health, fitness, and diet. What side of this issue are you on and besides the obvious, threatening bodily harm, how does your family address the conflicting opinions?

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My guest blogger today is Christina. You can find Christina at Mom Runs Faster Than Dad. Be sure to follow her on GFC to stay updated on new blog posts. Christina is a wife and mother of three teenagers (Lord help ha), and two rambunctious dash-hounds. Thank you so much Christina for sharing this post with my readers! (((hugs)))
Terri