My husband and I have been married for 22 years and have a 16-year-old son. I am working on bringing my best to the marriage for him. I am now in a size 12 jeans, down from a size 16 a year ago. I take you on my walks and listen to you for about half of my route and then switch to music.
I challenge myself by finding all the hills in my neighborhood so I can walk up them. You are my coach, the one who sits on my shoulder and says, "DON'T GIVE UP." I remember the podcast where you talked about trauma, describing how you tripped on a mountain hike. You got up and kept going. It's hard sometimes to keep going, but when I heard your hiking story, I forced myself to break into a jog, which gets the juices flowing, because you forced yourself to run the rest of the way down the mountain with a bleeding knee. I didn't regret it.
I am also my hubby's girlfriend. He works nights and yesterday just before he left for work we got into an argument. It was stupid, and I decided you would tell me to put on the sweetness when he came home. So, I stayed up until 1:00am to see him come home. I tried to initiate some make-up love-making, but he was tired and wanted me to rub his legs instead. Hardly as much fun for me, but everything was all good when we went to bed.
Thank you so much for being my inspiration for keeping my marriage happy.
Lisa
