My sweet husband

My husband is more awesome than your husband! (Well, in my opinion, of course.)

Last night, I attended my first Crisis Communication Management class and was, to say the least, freaked out. I came home in complete stress mode to a husband sauteing onions for tacos (which I’m sure I’m not supposed to eat).

I vented.

Every time I made a complaint about my abilities, such as: “Everyone says 803 is going to kill me,” or “Crisis Comm. has so much work,” or “I’m already freaking out,” my sweet husband just said, “You are going to do great.”

However, he didn’t say “You’re going to do great” like people often say: “Oh! You’ll be fine! Don’t worry!” He said it in a way that made me feel like I could do it, like I should not worry.

I felt confident.

He made me dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and rubbed my shoulders. He comforted me when I was insane and scared.

When I got home today, the dishes were done, and he had taken the trash out, which I was going to do last night but fell asleep.

When they say actions speak louder than words, they are almost right. My husband’s words made me feel confident, and his actions made me feel comforted.

Men don’t always say the right things at the right moment, and I think that’s why God invented chores… so they can make it up to us. :) In this case, Husband did everything right. (Not that he doesn’t usually, of course, I’m just using this example.)

I have a sweet one. Sorry ladies! He’s taken! :)

I went to the gym again and committed myself to 30 minutes on the treadmill. I did that and a few weird exercises, too. Since Ashley R. cannot join me anymore, she’s going to give me a list of things I can do as static exercises (because I don’t know what to do at the gym).

As soon as I get into the habit of going to the gym ALL THE TIME, I am going to start counting calories; and then, I am going to lose weight and fix my fat!

Wewt! Yoga tomorrow!