Cabin Fever

Today is the 24th day of bed rest, and the scenery is starting to look a little monotonous. I can't really complain too much, though, because it's R who is getting the shortest end of the stick.

The poor guy is doing all the laundry, grocery shopping, and cooking by himself, not to mention running up and down the stairs to bring me food and take dirty dishes away.

Meanwhile, I lay here looking at the exercise room that is attached to our bedroom. Which, mind you, I never seem to be able to find the time to use under normal circumstances.

But sitting here with a treadmill, elliptical machine, stationary bike, and a large collection of weights within my peripheral vision, I wind up thinking about my fitness. Or rather, lack of it.

Which leads me to think about R's lack of fitness. And his super stressful job that just got more stressful a few weeks ago when his boss retired and he was given a lot of those responsibilities to take over (with no promotion/raise). And the fact that we're not 25 any more. And all the horror stories you hear about seemingly healthy if somewhat out of shape men in their early 40s with high levels of stress who keel over unexpectedly.

So I decided it was time for action. I wielded the primary tool available to me at the moment - my laptop.

R now has a shiny new schedule of cardio, strength training, and flexibility exercises to do. It works out to an average of about 35 minutes a day.

Did I mention he hates to exercise?

He's wondering how the heck we've landed in this alternate universe where he's climbing hills on the treadmill while I cheer him on from bed. I tell him it reduces my stress level to know that he's going to be taking better care of himself, and the lower my stress, the better for the Kiddo. No, I'm not above guilting him into it...

I'm not sure he's entirely buying it, but he's exercising. So far, anyway.