"Get Smaller!"

"Get smaller!" That was the doctor's directive to my husband earlier this week at his check-up.  He's far from obese but he could definitely stand to be more active and lose a bunch of weight. 

I'm glad she lectured him for 20 minutes.  He's on medication for high blood pressure and high cholesterol.  He suffers from chronic pain, which gives him a constant headache.  His job requires him to sit all day long.  His family puts no value in exercise.  On the weekends, he does do a lot of work outside, but, in my opinion, that's not enough.  There's no strength-building, no elevation of his heart rate for even a short but sustained period of time. 

I'm glad his doctor lectured him because maybe this time he'll actually do something.  (Though I kind of doubt it.)  I'm constantly worried that he's going to have a heart attack or, as time goes on, just get creaky and unable to be physically active.  I told him awhile ago that, if, because of his health, he becomes unable to travel and do things when the kids are out of the house and we're retired, I'm going to be super mad. 

The past two nights he's had us go on walks after dinner.  We'll see how long it lasts.