My Husband is the Greatest!

Today we had to have a talk with Alexander. His knee/groin injury is going on 7 weeks, he's been down and not consistent with his therapy. We understand its painful, but as a competitive soccer player, he's not showing the dedication and commitment to healing and strengthening that we expected. He keeps talking about what tournament he WON'T be ready for, or what team he WON'T play against. He wants to play and get better, but he doesn't do all his exercises daily. He spends more time complaining than buckling down and getting serious about his own recovery. We get that he is only 15. But he needs to get his head out of his butt and get moving if he wants to play soccer again. He expects everyone (physical therapist, doctor, chiropractor, massage therapist) to cure him with very little effort of his own.

So we talked to him about getting his head on straight, setting priorities, and visualizing himself playing and not to worry about WHEN it will happen, only that it WILL happen. I told him things happen for a reason. Its not what happens to you, its how you handle what happens to you. I related it to how I've never been able to lose weight and how it had to click inside of me. I found a fire burning in my belly and now I'm unstoppable. I make exercise and diet a priority. I schedule it. I work things around it. By being consistent, I have found how easy it is to keep it up. I want that for him too.

Then Franklin told him , "Look at Mom. Look how far she's come. When we lived in San Carlos (10 years ago) she was so weak she couldn't even lift a chair (I don't remember that!!). Look how strong she is now. She is dedicated and I have never, in the 27 years that I have known her, ever known her to be happy, really happy with her body and how she looks. I am so proud of her and you should be too."

Well ,at that I just burst into tears. I knew he was proud of me, but there was always an underlying doubt that he was suspicious of the reasons I wanted to lose weight, or who I was losing weight for. That doubt is gone now. When we got out of the car, he hugged me and we both cried. He again told me how proud of me he is, and I am so thankful for his support. He told me he wishes he had my dedication and commitment. I know now that when I run off to the gym, or make it a priority in my life, that he is behind me 100%. He is not the same 17 year old I met and fell in love with in 1983.

He is way better.