A much longer askTRP/OYS post is coming, but as my first post here id appreciate opinions on how I handled this.

Fat beta fuck, 5’11 and 250 at my heaviest. Work in IT, sit all day. 25m/25f, married for 2.5 years, LTR since highschool. We have a 9 week old daughter.

I've been a real shithead in not taking care of myself, my shit, my finances, and my family. Seriously, seriously bad. We both work hard and are successful in our careers, especially for our ages. We are financially stable with no debt outside the mortgage and car payments.

I've been unplugging for a little over two weeks. Gym is going well. Diet is OK. Down 10lb, with ~60 to go. Lifts are still increasing daily. Beginner gains. Reading is good. NMMNG done. Rational Male is 80% done.  Bedroom has been dead since the baby was born, but not my concern right now.

Wife has been mostly receptive - occasional comments of "oh so you finally decided to get in shape" and "what's up with this new attitude?"

Anyway, because we have a new baby at home, and we work opposite schedules, the only time I can go to the gym is early morning before work. Alarm goes off at 4:15, I'm at the gym by 4:25.

The baby has been truly fantastic. She's a wonderful little girl and sleeps almost completely through the night - if one of us is holding her (cosleeping). I roll around a lot and a friend of mine killed his baby this way, so my wife holds the baby all night.

This morning, she woke up around 2:45am. She went to get a glass of water - but put the baby in her bassinet instead of waking me and asking me to hold her. Baby woke up, started crying, I woke up and grabbed her. Went to see where the wife had gone. Found her doing laundry

H:”I got up to get some water and figured I'd start a load”

Waited for her to finish, she came back upstairs, baby decided she was hungry so handed her off to the wife. I lay back down to go to sleep. It's after 3 by this point.

She pulls out a big honking shit test.

H:"You know it's been so hard since the baby was born with all of the stuff you've done"

H:"It's supposed to be the happiest time in my life and you've just ruined every moment"

I was facing away from her, and just stated "It's 3am. I am going to sleep."

H:"Of course you would say that."

M:STFU

H:"I can't believe you did x y and z and q and all of these things and won't even talk to me about them or address them"

At this point, I'm getting butthurt. Weve addressed every one of these things in the past.

One of her very favorite shit tests is sleep deprivation. Many, many, many nights in the past I've stayed up practically all night talking, reasoning, spewing rationale and digging myself in deeper. I have quit this entirely. At 9:30 I get ready for, and go to, bed. Regardless of what she's doing. I'll talk for a minute or two in bed but when I say "good night" I'm done talking.

Previously we would stay up until 11pm-12am doing stupid shit with me whining and begging at her to come to bed.

Shes caught on, and now 9:30 rolls around and she's upstairs, brushing teeth, letting me change the diaper, and generally has jumped right on to my schedule. I work 6:30-3:30, she works approx. 2pm-9pm. Gets up anywhere between 7am and 10am. (MIL watches baby until I get home)

Getting back to the point, I figured I wasn't going to get any more sleep and I promised myself no more nights on the couch. I get up and throw on my gym clothes (it's around 3:20 at this point).

H:"Where are you going?"

M:"To the gym." (Note she's supposed to bring the baby in to my office for lunch so all the female co-workers can oogle the baby)

H:"Well I don't think I'm coming into the office with her today."

M:"That's fine, maybe next week instead!"

H:"No, I don't think so! And we won't be going to Cancun! (Trip I'm planning for late August) and...."

I walk out the door. Take the doggie for a quick walk, drop her (the dog) back in the bedroom without a comment, and jumped in the car. Used my extra hour to do cardio, and wrote this in between sets.

My dread game is a 0. It should remain a 0. I have no ability to generate dread outside of being a purposeless asshole. My SMV is maybe a 2 or 3. I just wasn't going to waste my time reiterating all of the bullshit my BP self used to spend hours defending myself about.

So yeah. Title. I'm trying really hard not to go all RPR by focusing on myself first, want some bullshit validation that I'm not fucking it all up.