Then I turned 40 and decided to move back in with my partner Craig....Honeymoon stage ensued and exercise routine went right out the window. Far more interesting things to do in the mornings and evenings than hovers....
But I think last night was the last straw on my brief sojourn off the wagon. Went to a party at the owner of Schoc Chocolates house and man can that boy cook. The ride home over the Rimutakas really needed to be done horizontal for my belly looked like I was about 7 months pregnant. I think I am going to give birth to a chocolate baby today of some form.
So it is almost one month of bugger all work outs and eating like I don't give a crap. At some stage last week I was thinking about it and I started giggling in the car. Craig asked me what was so funny and I said that I think I am just "fat and happy". It really isn't a bad place to be. I am in a good space but I know that my body will be happier with more strength. Craig is happy with me just the way I am (a point my brain is still coming to terms with as I was raised by the media to believe that no one could ever be attracted to or love to cuddle a bum as expansive as my own...). But here I have found a man that loves me completely flaws and all. Giggly thighs and wiggly bum and boobs that when I lay down seem to take great delight in going on adventures down my sides. But this man sees the sexy. He supports my dreams and wants nothing but the best for me. How freeking amazing is that?
I'll tell you a bit about Craig. This man when he was 17 was a vibrant athlete and had pushed himself so hard that he got pneumonia....It turned into a rare form of autoimmune disease that started eating at his musculature. He was paralysed for a year and a half and confined to a wheelchair. His mind was still sharp as a tack but in the beginning he could only move his eyes nothing else then every thing slowly started to return to one degree or another. It took him a year and a half to return to being able to walk again using a stick and his legs and hands are still quite wasted. So he is limited in being able to go hiking or biking like he used to. However this man who fought so hard to get out of a wheelchair went out and got one again so that he could join me on runs. Now that....That is love if I have ever heard it.
I imagine I still have half of my life left to live and this part....this part is going to be the humdinger. I want to have the physicality to get in and do the bits that I want to do. So it is back to jogging and stuffs.
An hour out of my day to work this beautiful body I have been gifted. I just wonder why when I feel so good after I have been for a run why I find it so damn hard to get my ass off the couch to do it?
