When I told my wife that I really thought I might have a problem....that I might want to get over this need to exercise, I let the addiction still talk.
At first, she looked at me with the look like "I've been telling you this for years".
I told her that I'd taper down my activity.
The addiction was talking. I knew how this would work. For a day or two my second workout would me 30 mins or so...then I would do 35...40 (see how the numbers are going in the wrong direction?
I made a decision to not keep the window open and stop the second workout, cold turkey, full stop.
At first, she looked at me with the look like "I've been telling you this for years".
I told her that I'd taper down my activity.
The addiction was talking. I knew how this would work. For a day or two my second workout would me 30 mins or so...then I would do 35...40 (see how the numbers are going in the wrong direction?
I made a decision to not keep the window open and stop the second workout, cold turkey, full stop.
The setback
All was going well enough, until yesterday. I was finishing up my workout on the stairmaster stepmill in my garage (yeah the guy who delivered it laughed too), when all the sudden the bottom fell out (literally).
Immediately the addiction took over.
"How will we work out tomorrow?"
"What are we going to do when it rains?"
"The elliptical will give you no where near the workout that the stairmaster does"
"Better workout 2x/day until the stairmaster is fixed...just to tide time"
Yeah, he's not the most rational person in the world.
Don't worry, I've stuck to the plan, but damn if yesterday wasn't exhausting. I'm lucky that my wife understands...as well as she can. I really hope that I'm able to tell her more about this, but every time that I go to tell her about how I feel or what I'm thinking...or hell the things I've done just to get a sweat on, I clam up.
That's all for today.
Hope your weekend is going well!
Best-
Steve
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