My Winter Fitness Plan is to Have Lots More Sex

Today, while I was doing some chores around the house, I had a lightbulb moment. I walked down to our basement with a plan to flip the laundry, my new idea for pursuing a healthier lifestyle milling around in my head.

My husband was sitting in the rec room, reliving his youth with the re-release of classic World of Warcraft, as is his most recent weekend practice.

I poked my head into the room — he acknowledged my presence by moving his right headphone from his ear.

I casually began,

“As my husband, I would like you to support me in my newest endeavour to get in better shape. I’m aiming to work out EVERY day —”

He glanced over at me briefly, then looked back at his game.

“ — either by hopping on the elliptical, or by having sex.”

If he’d been drinking a beverage at that moment, he would have spat it all over his expensive gaming equipment.

He was not expecting me to say that.

After his delighted, surprised and hysterical laughter, he said:

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had in your life.”

I hardcore struggle with working out in the wintertime.

Okay, who am I kidding?

I struggle with working out period, any season throughout the year.

It also doesn’t help that Halloween was only 4 days ago and I’m still starting my days off with a couple of chocolate bars leftover from potential trick-or-treaters.

But winter is the worst for me hands down, because my body goes straight into hibernation mode as soon as it gets a little cold out.

The last thing I want to be doing is exercising.

I’ve known for years that I need to resolve this issue — my body can’t afford for me to just cease and desist with any type of exercise during the colder months.

And I’m not 22-years-old anymore. If I don’t exercise or stretch, I get consistent back pain.

Something has got to give.

Research shows that when we have sex more regularly, we will naturally begin to want more sex.

Frequency of sex is something that my husband and I have always struggled to find a groove with.

We’re two very career-driven individuals who often put all our energy into work, leaving us with little energy (and at times, little interest as well) for any form of nookie.

There should truly be plenty of interest, as I was saving my first intercourse experience until after I got married — which happened just over a month ago.

But even following our marriage, we’re not having as much sex as we both know we should be as newlyweds.

I know should is a relative term from couple to couple — but trust me, we should be having more sex.

This is the definition of a win-win.

I need to get healthier.

My husband and I need to have sex more frequently.

This is truly the best solution I’ve ever come up with for any problem, ever.

Before now, I left it to my husband to carry the bulk of responsability for our sex life, as he is the one with the higher sex drive.

But we’re in a partnership here, and it’s about time I pull my weight.

And this is the best way I think we could make that happen.

Get into better shape and improve my sex life with my husband?

Count me in!

Final word.

I’m only a few days into this new “fitness plan”, and already a big reality is hitting me:

I have to be accountable to myself in every way, because my husband isn’t going to be of much help at all.

We came home from dinner with my parents last night, and before bed, I asked, “So, nookie tonight, or am I hopping on my elliptical?”

My husband enthusiastically cheered, “Sex!”

Fast forward 30 minutes later, and imagine my surprise when we’re in bed, I’m ready to get things revving, and he just snuggles up yawning.

I blink at him, he flutters his eyelashes back at me.

I blink, again, and ask,

“So, like, are you gunna sex up your wife, or nah?”

He replies, “To be honest… I’m really tired, and not really in the mood anymore. Can’t we just cuddle? We already had sex last night.”

Listen, readers. Once I got over my shock of, for the first time, being denied sex by my partner, I did something pretty damn impressive:

I threw back those warm sheets, exposing my bare body to the cold air of our bedroom, and said, “Okay, elliptical it is!”

After a quick goodnight, that even he was stunned by, I walked over to my office, threw on my workout gear, and proceeded to do a 30 minute workout.

I have never, in my life, left the warmth of my bed to exercise — ever.

But this is what accountability looks like, and this is what keeping a promise to myself is in action.

Every little win is a cause for celebration.

And you’d best believe that I celebrated that successful exercise session with the best sleep of my life.

Here’s to tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that!

Original article published on Medium