Husbands, rejoice!

I have to start by saying that I am, in most ways, not a very organized person. I once had a voice teacher tell me that peace can be found in order/organization (this was said as I was complaining about not having time to practice when really I just didn't want to practice what she wanted me to sing...but that's another story alltogether....)

I have been so caught up and excited about getting our family in a healthier position that I was sort of locked into my own definitions of health and 'fitness'. This takes us over to my husband, Shaun. Where I thrive in a state of "organized" chaos, he festers. Where I love "wait until the last minute and then get my sh!t together" kind of living, it makes him crazy. So, yesterday he made the assertion that I am demanding that he go out/over/beyond his typical comfort zone with these new family initiatives, but that I was not doing the same for myself. His argument was that for him (for his mental health) he needed organization. I should mention that this whole discussion was prompted by his quick glance into our refrigerator to find something to eat. Apparently seeing the two-week-old cauliflower gratin was just too much. Oh, and seeing the pile of laundry waiting not-so-patiently to be washed, folded, and put away. That definitely played a part......

So, this morning, very, very hesitantly, I agreed to incorporate organization into our weekly habits/goals. And that is how I was assigned the task of organizing the refrigerator. My first response was "two can play at this game, babe... You want me to clean the fridge? fine. I can have you eating vegan next week." (insert evil laugh here)

So for our house, I will add in a WK 1 addendum: Organize the fridge. Do it if you want. It's late in the game for this week so no pressure.

In other news, breakfast so far this week has been good, actually. I have yet to get the documentary done. I plan on watching Waiting for Superman or Forks Over Knives (?). I haven't done the walk yet either, but I did take down and drag our 9ft Christmas tree outside...that counts for something, right?