I’ve never lived alone.
I really never even had my own bedroom. I’ve always shared with my Sister (thankfully, we are very close and have always gotten along) or have shared with Mark.
Ok, maybe for a couple of years when I was 13-15, every other weekend growing up and 2 weeks during summer vacation when we were at my Dad’s on the lake. But in the grand scheme of things, I’ve never really been alone.
Mark and I were married when I was 19, and we moved in together shortly after I turned 18.
So when my Husband leaves, I’m always torn. On one hand, it’s nice to have that “alone time” (if you can call it that with 2 teens in the house) But on the other hand, it freaks me out.
Especially now with me being so focused. In the past, I haven’t been very honest with myself. Sure, I (mostly) followed whatever plan I was on, but I also (occasionally) cheated every so often I’m being totally honest with myself.
Mark is leaving tomorrow for work and then he’s on a jet plane to Arizona for Spring Training for 10 days. I was supposed to go with him, but it just didn’t make sense financially.
This is happening right when my Personal Trainer sessions have run out, and of course right when we decided that I don’t need to buy more sessions.
Before Mark decided that he was “all in” with regards to strength training for his running, and committed himself to going to the gym with me every morning, I was getting up every morning by myself. Leaving him in our nice warm bed sleeping. I did it then, I can do it now.
I have to!
So…. The goal for this next 10ish days is for me to be ON POINT.
No cheating. No sleeping in.
I’ve got this.