For many good reasons. Very soon (days), we're either going to have to either have a financial miracle bestowed upon us or I'm going to be forced to have a financial chat with Mom to get a LOT of financial help to keep food in our mouths, our utilities on, and to help save my marriage. And that's just this month. Within that same time frame (concurrently), I will need to be able to start doing something I haven't done in 8.5 years (not including unemployment) - provide a stable source of income for my family.
I guess it goes without saying that the success of one of these things is dependent upon the others. I can't fail at any of them. I can honestly say I did not see this coming. That statement kind of sums up the thoughts and feelings that have been racing through my mind the past 24 hours, not to mention about the last week. I just feel blindsided. Obviously, things were not hunky dory, though, and haven't been. Especially with Shelly starting to work 2 jobs (although I certainly did not ask or tell her to), and things just building up with the financial chaos that just got progressively worse. Combine that with the fact that Shelly wasn't going on trips/our financial inability to go on said trips getting less and less by the day and my inability to look for a job and/or successfully apply for disability. Not to mention her "Shelly first" or whatever you want to call it. Obviously, as my wife, I have always wholeheartedly supported Shelly's workout/diet regimen and I hope she realizes that. Not to mention that I, as someone who has battled weight problems and associated self esteem issues all my life, understand the joys and benefits of successful diet/workout/weight loss. But it's moved past that - and that scares me.
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