I Need Him

My wonderful husband asked me last night, "Do you want me to help you get out of bed tomorrow morning?" What a neat guy. I'm trying to be committed to the treadmill in the mornings. He's supporting me by making sure the alarm goes off (he usually smacks it off as soon as it sounds, I take a couple of minutes of noise before I wake up), he starts breakfast, and whispers encouragement into my ear before I leave the bed. I joked that I wouldn't want to get out of bed, he smiled. So when the alarm went off, rather loudly, I knew it was evidence of my husband's support and got out of bed. How can I not? It would be like spitting in his face, I even left a little excited to get onto the treadmill. Even now, as I am recounting the morning, I realize why I have been failing in my attempt at weight loss for the past 6 months. I've been trying to do it alone. The key to my weight loss before was my husband's support. I had been refusing his help until now. "I can do it on my own." "I should do it on my own." "I should be strong enough to do it alone." How silly I must sound to him sometimes, although he would never say so. I need his support. I need his support in everything I do. I think that is why God created us to need each other, to keep us humble and to keep us connected. I've done treadmill time consistently for the past two weeks and I've kept my Tang Soo dates, with the help of my wonderfully supportive man.
AND I'm still a Foodaholic