The Tortoise or the Hare?

My husband and I have recently been competing for weight loss. I'm the tortoise. I've been slowly and steadily losing for months now.

My husband's drive is a new thing. He is definitely the hare. His goal is to keep his caloric intake to 1000 tops working off any excess. He walks at least 3 miles a day and when he can does 100 pushups and 100 situps. In other words, every moment of the day that he's not doing anything, he's exercising. Working the barbels in front of the TV, walking around the basement at work in between things, you name it...no please don't...then he'll do that, too! Driving me nuts!

His drive is partially motivating to me and partially just guilt inducing torture. I do not have times at work that I can work out like he can. I don't have the drive to torture myself like he does. I am the personality that works out only if I have to and within reason. Whereas he thrives in self-flagellation. It makes for an impossible situation where I cannot possibly workout like him, yet feel the pressure from myself and him to try.

Don't get me wrong, he will never be the husband that calls me fat or pressures me to look a certain way. But he does want me to be healthy. And I really appreciate it.

Anyways, we ended up in an unintentional race this week to the 10 pound mark. We both ended up coming down to the finish line together! Unlike the famous children's tale, the hare won this race fair and square. He beat me just barely! It was kind of fun though. Kind of poked my competitive side into action.

I guess I need to kick my butt into gear because there is no way I can let him beat me to 15! I'm still racing with .2 pounds left until that big 10 pound mark! Pretty proud of myself already!