Sweating Solo

So I've been bugging my husband for a long time to start working out with me.  I've been back at it for a month or two but I'm spotty and not consistent. I'll have a good week and then have a week when I only get one or two days in. And the last few weeks I've had more of the one or two kinda weeks. In fact, I didn't do it all last week.

Besides it being healthy, I just feel like if we do it together it will be easier to do. Like, we'll schedule it in. Right now I just kinda do it whenever I can - after dinner, after the dishes, after the kids are down, after the laundry....it's like I have all these things that have to get done and working out is at the bottom of the list.  In my mind, if we worked out together it would become a family priority and we could keep each other motivated and on track.

So I was happy when the hubby announced he was going to start working out. And equally as bummed when he informed me that he wanted to work out alone. He seriously won't work out with me. According to him, it's not anything about me personally, he just does better doing it alone. I'm not sure if I completely believe that.  But whatever the reason, he's going solo. And apparently so am I.

It's so frustrating because I really wanted a workout partner, I needed that support.  Instead I'm listening to him workout while I make dinner. Ugh. Talk about frustrating.

So I've got to figure out a new strategy. Looks like I'm returning to early mornings. That's the only way I think I can make this work - the evening thing isn't making it. And I've got to do something, because I have gained some weight.  I realized how dire the situation was when I was running into my office building last week. I opened the door and saw a guy standing there. That's when I realized I was holding my chest.

I haven't always held my boobs when I run. This is a fairly new thing for me.  I did it instinctively because one of my boobs, the bigger one (my favorite), popped out. This has been happening frequently - when I run, bend over, or just...move. It's like extreme quadroboob. And I don't care how much you like boobs, there is nothing attractive about that.

I would like to think that my boobs were just spontaneously growing. Sadly, I know that's not the case. It's directly related to weight gain. And I wouldn't complain, you wouldn't hear a peep from me, if that was the only part of my body that was expanding. I spent a few hours and a few dollars and got the girls taken care of, now I have to start working on the other parts of my body that jiggle...