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Janie5605

Hey there, my name is Jane and I'm a repeat offender. I've said I was back to stay more times than I'd like to admit, and each time I SWEAR it's different. Well, this time it is. I've had plenty of time to use any excuse in the book but now that life has settled down both my husband and I need to get in gear, for two very different reasons.
So here's my back story, it's packed full of excuses! I started here right after my hubby and I moved from California to Albuquerque while he completed his cross training into US Air Force Special Ops. Pretty stressful training program for both of us. I was trapped on base with few friends, my husband working 6 days a week CRAZY HOURS and then i broke my leg (and dislocated my knee). So I had some trouble after that bump in my road.
Then after his training was complete we moved to Florida! I really stepped up my game, zumba 5-6 days a week, lost 45lbs, felt great! Then the worst night of our lives happened. Ironically, one year after i broke my leg. I had had a bad day already, my husband went to work at 4pm, he had a night flight. It was his last flight before his upcoming deployment. I had planned on spending my night finishing up everything for his surprise birthday party two days from then. We lived near base, so hearing loud bombing sounds was normal. Practice, after all. So at 6:42 when I heard a loud noise I didn't think twice. Until I got a call at 6:58pm. I was told one person in the crash had a broken arm, it wasn't that bad. Well, part was true. there was only one broken arm between the guys. When I got to the hospital and i was clearly in denial, still convinced it would just be a broken arm, they took me to him. I looked in, convinced it couldn't possibly be him, there was no way this was my husband that I had just kissed goodbye four hours ago. I turned back to familiar faces and said "no, this is the wrong room" completely convinced. Then their faces told me I was wrong. So I held his hand. He had a Traumatic brain injury, every bone in his face was broken, jaw was five in five pieces, unknown eye damage, broken ribs, broken arm (BINGO THERE IT IS!), broken hip, absolutely destroyed knee/leg (which later we would find out it is paralyzed). 5 weeks in a coma, three months in a wheelchair, two months with his jaw wired (have to admit, i was jealous of his weight loss at that point lol) 18 months of physical therapy, over 20 surgeries, And finally, two weeks from yesterday, complete medical discharge. A new start.
So lots of tears, carbs, and wine later we are back home in California.
i need to lose weight to increase any chance we have of getting pregnant, I need to lose weight to be healthier, I need to lose weight to decrease the number of health issues in our home (because i think were at our quota LOL). I need to lose weight to be able to take better care of my love.
He needs to change his eating habits because he cant work out. He needs to not suggest Ice cream is a good dinner

So theres my novel, and my excuses. Ive spent too long in denial and need to get in gear. And I need your help. Feel to add me, id love to have people to be accountable to and whom i can support through this big change!