Triple Threat¬†To Troy’s 90 Day Challenge


Earlier this month, within the span of a week, we had a triple threat. Christmas party, 50th bday party and annual botanical gardens trip with friends (which sounds like a sober affair… but not when you’re a weasel ūüėČ)

The Troy I know would have been pre-partying in preparation for the fun. 


Buuuuut not the Troy of late. He had his eye on the prize and was wary of backsliding.

“If I work out twice as hard, maybe it won’t be so bad…” he said. This, mind you, was a random rumination at the dinner table. I looked at my husband, mouth agape. Who¬†is¬†this guy?

At one point, the nagging spouse stopped nagging because I couldn’t have pushed Troy harder than he pushed himself.¬†Of course, he’s not so wary of letting loose for New Year’s Eve.¬†

New Year’s is one of our favorite holidays. It’s one time in the year, that you realign yourself on your course. Review the year and those before, glean what you can, regroup and plot how to do it better.¬†

We have a tradition of running away to the mountains or desert where we build a cocoon, toast ourselves and our many blessings and then watch the sun rise on the new year and ooze gratitude. No nagging spouses allowed. 

Packing for the little getaway (sans children), I brought 2 bottles of champagne and 4 bottles of wine. He looked at the bag and scrunched up his nose. Was that a judgy look?

A little embarrassed, I said, “I figured we could just bring home the extra.”

“You know that we’re staying two nights, right?” he said in a “duh” tone I didn’t particularly appreciate. Then he shrugged. “I guess we can buy more while we’re out there.”

Aaaaand that’s the Troy we all know and love.¬†


Happy New Year’s Eve y’all!