Starting next Monday, I am participating in a weight loss challenge with some friends. Unlike a lot of people this time of year, I’m not doing it as a New Year’s resolution but more like I’ve run out of excuses for carrying around the extra baby weight. Since my kids have all been close together in age (14 months apart and then 19 months apart), I never really did anything to get back in shape. Why bother putting in all the work when another baby would just be ruining it soon? But now that the baby boat has sailed off to the horizon (or off the horizon and on to another planet if you are my husband), I feel like it’s time to suck it up and do something about it. The lingering five pounds per kid clearly isn’t going anywhere on its own. So like anyone who is truly dedicated to losing weight and living a healthy lifestyle would do, I’m eating EVERYTHING I can before Monday’s competition starts. I am literally sitting around thinking about what snacks I can have and what ultra-fatty dinners I can consume while eating other things. Oh, and I’m also overly consuming wine. I figure the best way to start off the completion is at your heaviest, right? I’d write more now but there is actually a container of ice cream calling me from the freezer. Mmmm….ice cream.
|I am coming, my sweet friends (and yes, this is my actual freezer).|