Ok... sometimes I have a hard time forcing my own rear-end out of the chair. There are days when it takes all my internal fortitude to strap on my sneakers. On occasion I have to literally act as my own cheerleader, chanting "Go! Go! Go!" as I progress to the gym.
As a result, I don't have a shred of energy left when it comes to encouraging Hubby to join me in my athletic endeavors.
Frankly, I think Hubby looks great. We're both at the age when a little bit of a middle age spread has started to form, but, for the most part, we're still ok. Nonetheless, he complains bitterly of his growing spare tire and his shrinking upper body muscles.
"So go workout," I respond.
"I know. I will. Tomorrow."
Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. After vacation. After the holidays. After Yom Kippur.
There's always an excuse or a reason to put off the exercise program until later.
Like I said, Hubby looks fine. But I've grown tired of listening to him complain about his body. I want to scream, "Just do it!"
So, has anyone successfully managed to encourage a Significant Other into a fitness routine? If so, share your secrets!