My husband is overweight. Morbidly obese.
I pray daily that he will come to the realization that he needs to make a move and get serious about losing weight. Not so that he can model for the cover of a fitness magazine. Or so he can be the fittest man at his next high school reunion. But so that he will reduce the risk of having a stroke or heart attack and being physically incapacitated for the rest of his life – or dying.
I need him. LG needs him.
Some days I nag him about it incessantly. Most days I say nothing. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think about his weight – and him possibly leaving this earth before “his time” on a daily basis.
I have cried, begged, pleaded, used LG…all to no avail. So far. But I’m trusting God that he’ll make a change soon.
Believe me, I know that no man knows the day or the hour. I know that when it is his time, God will call him home. And I also know that God has given us the freedom of choice and that there are choices we make which will help ensure healthy lives and choices we make that lead to poor health and early death.
I’ve never had a serious weight problem, so I can’t even begin to pretend like I know what it must be like to need to lose a significant amount of weight – because the reality of it is that I don’t know. I know how hard it is for me to lose these 10 pounds that I’ve been whining about since forever. But I also know that whining about it isn’t going to do a thing. So I exercise. I Zumba. I walk on breaks at work. I’ve started yoga (that ish hurts!). I try not to consume a Snickers bar every day, no matter how delicious that chocolate, caramel, peanut combination is. I look at LG and know that I’ve got to set a good example for her – and that I’ve got to maintain myself physically so that if something happens to Smoochy she’ll have one healthy parent to care, love, and grow her into adulthood.
Yep – I know that I could drop dead tomorrow and that Smoochy could live to be 105. But I still really, really want my husband to get it together and get some of the weight off. Like yesterday.
I really don’t want to be left behind.