Hey all... I had an amazing weekend and since some of the advice I got on here helped make it possible, I figured I should take the time to write about it and let you all know that your advice does help people (and to help encourage others who I know are going through something similar). If some of you remember back in March I posted that I was worried about my g/fs health because of her father's stroke and her depression... she gained about 10 lbs and was eating poorly and stop working out... kept getting sick etc. I asked for my mom's advice and the women on here about the best way to handle it... So basically my mom and the women on here told me to just be there for her and to not pressure her into working out again.. eating well.. etc. That she would have to come around on her own and would just resent me if I kept pressuring her... It was very hard to be honest.. as the process took time... there where days I wanted to scream at her and say WTF!!! But I knew it wouldn't help the situation.. so I had to swallow my male urge to "fix things" and just keep letting her know how much I loved her and when she was ready I would be here for her... and I kept working out, eating well... setting a good example with actions and few words. Now I'm far from perfect and some days I would be really upset at her and would make a comment... but I tried to do it in a constructive way that didn't hurt her feelings... but I kept these comments to a minimum. She got back to the gym in mid April, but wasn't very consistent... one week she would go 3-4 times.. the next maybe once... it was very hard for me not to say anything... but I just kept my mouth shut and tried to be patient... When she wanted to go get ice cream 2-3 times a week I held my tongue... when she got the big super sized clog your arteries tub I cringed but still held my tongue... I knew it would just piss her off if I said anything. Each month got a little better in the exercise dept... her eating habits started to get better as well.. I started to make her lunches for work for her.. cooked our meals etc. to try and help her get back on track. In late June she started to run outside with a co-worker... maybe a block or two... Then one day she asked me if she could run with me... I was really happy to hear that and agreed. The first time she ran with me was brutal... I thought she was going to die... we made it around the block once and she fell on the steps and almost puked... I was pretty discouraged... but I tried to hide it and told her she did well for her first time... We kept at it all month and yesterday she hit the 2 mile mark! I was stoked as hell... I couldn't believe how far she had come in 3 weeks. Not only can she run 2 miles pretty easily now.. she also can talk to me and carry on a conversation as we run. Yesterday was such a huge day for me and my patience was finally rewarded... I'm on a huge high right now and just wanted to thank everyone for their helpful advice back in March.