Fitness

The first rule of blogging is that thou shall not talk about not blogging. Enough said.

Today is Missus’s birthday.

The girls did a great job today. I took them shopping several times this week. Elder decorated the kitchen table: green tablecloth, flowers, ribbons from the door and balloons from the ceiling. Both of them bought her chocolate. Younger gave her a jar of pickles, which I thought was the funniest goddamn thing I’d ever seen when she picked them out. “Mommy loves pickles, and they’re healthy.” So cute.

I bought her a new iPhone, the 7 came out like six years ago, I got her an SE, no probs. Took her out to dinner and … that’s when things went awry. My exact words, to be clear, were “you were fit when I married you, but you’re not now.” So that went well. What I was trying to say was that she was focused on fitness, but wasn’t anymore, which I think is a true statement. The way I said it seems judgy, however I was trying to express the fact that the girls and I are doing all these activities, and we want her to participate. It just came out wrong. I’ve obviously had a waxing and waning focus on fitness over the past few years, and I’ve been taking the girls along with me, rock climbing and mountain biking. I’ve been trying to get us to go on hiking trips for some times. To be honest, I just want her to hang with us, and I’m worried she’s not going to be up to it.

But today is about her, not me. And I think despite my bone-headedness that she had a pretty good birthday thanks to the girls.

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