Oh boy.
We had “US Thanksgiving” yesterday for my husband. We feel completely justified in putting the day just anywhere, as long as it falls on a weekend because up here in Canada we don’t actually get the actual day off. Well since we were at my mother’s house… I figured it was high time to step on the old scale. I don’t have one at home because I convinced myself that Oh I’m Not My Jean Size or some craziness like that. But I seem to have forgotten that My Butt Shall Require Its Own Postal Code if left to increase at will.
I’m now just a ham sandwich away from my weight in August 2006… when I was 9 months pregnant. Ahem. I’m going to be brave and name numbers for you. 185 lbs. Yep. That’s it. That’s what I weigh. What I SHOULD weigh is 155 lbs. What I’d LIKE to weigh is 150 lbs.
I noticed an increase in poundage when I returned to work. Much butt sitting. And of course I can play the “I’m too busy” card quite easily.
But the time for change has arrived. I need to be healthier, I need to lose weight, I need to tell the post office that my butt doesn’t want any junk mail.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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