Five: The Change

     Hannah's husband both hated and loved her.  He loved that she was quiet and mild and sweet.  He loved that he had complete control over her world.  He loved that she did not question when he went out with his friends, did not ask to go along, or complain that he never took her anywhere.   He loved that she was content to spend her days at the computer chatting with "friends" and playing games.  He hated that he was embarrassed by her appearance.  He hated that sometimes she didn't smell very well; it was in fact his own fault.  She no longer fit into the shower and had to be helped in the bath.  He hated bathing her, and hated when he didn't bathe her.  He hated explaining that his wife was not well when he was asked to bring her along on outings.  But he loved the sympathy he got for having an ill wife, and being such a good husband.
     Hannah's change began very slowly.  One day on YouTube she saw a video about how just getting in and out of her chair was a workout for someone her size.  After that she decided to stand up and sit down while waiting for a page to load.  It was very difficult, but she kept at it, day after day, standing up and sitting down waiting on pages.  Over time it got easier for her.
      It was at this point that Hannah decided to add something new to her routine.  The two liter bottles of Mountain Dew her husband gladly supplied her with were in fact quite heavy.  Hannah decided to use them for weights.  She watched a video on using weights.  It was difficult, but Hannah was determined.   Just like the standing and sitting it got easier over time.
     Hannah realized one day that by moving during the times she was not actually typing, she was eating less.  She no longer filled the empty moments with snacking.  It was then that she decided to tackle the stairs.  There were only seven steps to the basement but they were almost impossible for her to get up and down without help.  Down once and up once, it left Hannah breathless and trembling.  Using her new found determination, she, day after day, struggled up and down the stairs, once twice, three times and so it continued.
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