I talk a lot about my journey on this blog. Where I’ve come from, where I’m heading and where I am right now. One thing I don’t often talk about is how my journey impacts my family on a day to day basis. Particularly my husband.
He’ll be the first to admit that he’s not overly thrilled that I have a blog, participate in twitter chats and involve myself in the social media world. Some of the idea’s I’ve gotten in the past and continue to get both baffle and irritate him all at once. It’s not that he doesn’t support, he mostly does. But when I start talking about one day doing a half iron man or traveling for the express purpose to running a race with friends from all over the place (Disney Princess half mary 2013 anyone???), he tends to shake his head and put his foot down. I guess I can’t say that I blame him…much.
As I’ve slowly integrated healthier options into my life, things have radically changed around our house and I can honestly say that my hubby isn’t completely thrilled by that. See, he loves his processed foods and before I got my wake up call, we ate an awful lot of them. After all, half of the appeal is their convenience…thaw, cook, eat done! Not having much of those things in the house has saddened him. It was almost to the point where I had given up that he would ever willingly change his nutritional ways and that we would just have to survive with him eating his way and me eating mine.
Then the unthinkable happened….he became my voice of reason…
The other day, I was having a pregnancy craving. I wanted a spicy chicken burger, fries and milk shake. And I wanted them BAD!! So bad, that I was gearing up to get in the car, drive across the city in afternoon rush hour to where I wanted my indulgence from when the voice of reason spoke: “You don’t need to eat that. It’s full of fat, salt, cholesterol and it won’t make you feel better. You don’t want that and the baby doesn’t need it either. Let’s find something healthier at home.”