So I thought since some weeks there is not a ton that goes on in our life, especially after a bit of sickness, a canceled trip to Napa, and just trying to get back to normalcy, I would start sharing a few of my Housewife Life For Better or Worse posts from the archives! I was always amazed to see how many people responded to these on The Unexpected Housewife blog, not always the response you wanted, but everyone is entitled to their opinion, even if it is that they don’t know how my husband handles my absurdness. To each their own, but I think my husband enjoys this life of ours that we have built together.
Since it seems that everyone is on some health journey, and I shared a bit of my frustration on Instagram this week, it seemed that the dreaded scale would be a great one to kick off with, especially since about this time a ton of people are throwing in the towel on their new year resolutions. Enjoy!
The one thing that no one ever really talks about when you first get married is how “comfortable” you become with your spouse, and I am not talking about bodily functions or the quirks that seem to magically appear during year one of the marriage, but somehow not during the five years previously while dating. I am talking about the fact that you no longer “care” about what the scale reads at the end of the day/week/month/year. The few pesky pounds that creep in during those first couple years of marriage don’t seem to matter, and it’s only after year 5 when you suddenly catch a glimpse of your old self and realize you need to get back to that, because, now in your thirties, it is only downhill from here.
This was one area that my husband and I certainly both fell into and did not even realize it. We just started to live life, and we worked way too much that we ended up not exactly taking care of us. That was until we made working out a priority. Now, I am not here to tell you how to work out, when to work out, or what magical unicorn cream you can buy to make those pesky pounds fade away. If I have learned anything the last two years, it takes time, hard work, and constant dedication to be healthy. I did, however, observe something over the last few weeks that made me even more inclined to share my story. So for better or worse, here is my interpretation of that dreaded scale and the comfort level that comes with being together for over a decade.
It is no secret that I take my health and that of my husbands very seriously, but this wasn’t always the case, and I certainly have my good days and my bad days. More recently, I have been having a lot of bad days. The one thing that was always constant was that no matter what that dreaded scale read, my husband still loved me and what I looked like.
If you follow along on social media, you know that I did a huge closet purge the other week and got rid of a ton. I decided to implement the advice of many and myself. If I tried something on and I just didn’t love it, then I would get rid of it. If I hadn’t worn it in the last year, I got rid of it, and if it needed alterations, I got rid of it. No one has the time, at least I don’t right now, to be worried about fixing something in hopes of wearing it at a future date.
The biggest question I got from people was, why I was doing it, and didn’t everything fit perfectly already; I mean you work out every single day? The simple answer is, no. I have spent the last few years working out like a crazy person and watching everything I ate. It got to be too overwhelming for me some days and too restricting. I wanted to live life and enjoy what I was doing, without thinking about how that bagel with cream cheese was not on my plan. When I stopped working out as much and focused simply on enjoying my workouts and the food I was preparing, my body made some changes of its own. Nothing drastic, but I went back to being the girl my husband married years ago, and he liked that version of me. I, however, did not like that version of me, but wanted to find the happy medium between being a crazy workout obsessed thirty-something, to being a happy wife that takes care of herself, and looks good.The ridiculousness to all of this – my husband has continued to lose weight and get in even better shape through all the ups and downs of me figuring out what works.
All kidding aside, it is frustrating to run a household when both adults in that household are in need of different plans to get as healthy as can be. It is something I am working on so that we can both get to where we want to be this year. As much as that stupid scale just will not budge, and some clothes fit tighter than before, I have still managed to stay the same size and feel healthy.
The nice thing about marriage is, that no matter what, my husband has stood by my side and always says I am beautiful, even when I just want to punch him in the face because he opens a second bottle of wine with dinner and steps on the scale the next morning and is like, oh wow, I am down a pound.
Still a Jerk!
Here is what I have learned about myself through this crazy process because it has been a ton.
Number one – sugar is my enemy. I am not giving it up by any means, I love to bake, and I love even more to eat what I bake, but I have realized that sugar is hidden in so many products and I just will not stand for that.
Number two – I have discovered truly what the word HANGRY means, just ask my husband. I am over starving myself to get the scale to read a number that I think it needs to read.
Number three – I have to do this on my own. I have decided that no matter what, I have to figure out a workout that I will do, enjoy, and that works for my body type. Who knew that all bodies reacted differently to workouts. I no longer lift heavy weights because I don’t want bulk, I just want to be toned, and I am making good progress towards that. I also learned my body needs a sh*t ton more cardio than my husband, so that’s fun – said no one ever.
Number four – carbs still are not my friend, and not in the sense that everyone thinks. I fixed my belly troubles by taking a daily probiotic, so no gluten issues here, but because most carbs have sugar, it makes my skin break out and then I just get down on myself and stop working out – vicious cycle those carbs cause, so we have gone back to cutting them out. And finally.
Number five – I am going to do what makes me happy. I have looked for the magical unicorn cream, and it is not out there. I have some secret weapons that I do use to help keep my bloat down, but for the most part, I am just going to do what makes me happy, even if that means having dessert after dinner and then running for an hour the next day so that dessert doesn’t go to my big old butt.
If my husband and I have learned anything in this life of ours, it is this – life is very very short, and in an instant, everything can change, so enjoy every single day. Drink the good wine on a Wednesday for no reason at all, but just because it was a Wednesday and you made it to the middle of the week and being married for another year.
Cheers to us and a pretty fantastic marriage and life so far. I caught a good one Y’all!