Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Hitting the Bikes

Becky is concerned about my weight. Not because I'm fat, but because my parents, my Dad especially, have health issues that she's afraid I'll inherit. I mean, I'm not thin either, I weigh a little more than I should. So she wants me to exercise and had a relatively long, emotion frought discussion about it this morning.

I know I should exercise. I just don't worry about my health like Becky does. Worrying just isn't part of my nature, I guess. I've gone through active periods where I exercise regularly and I'm not really sure what motivates me to do so during those times . . . but it's just not here now.

But Becky seems to need me to exercise, so here I go.


  1. You are such a good husband! And I think I know where your relatively worry-free nature comes from....

  2. Yup. And I'm really glad you passed that on to me.