There, I said it.
Okay, for any of you who are here for cute children, here you go.
Now go ahead and skip this post. Not about cute children. Sort of maybe caused by some of the cute children, but not about them.
I weigh one hundred, sixty-three and a half pounds and it’s time to do something about it.
Okay, this is where I typed a bunch of disclaimers. And then I deleted them. And then typed them again. Including this picture of my husband who still registers in some “overweight” categories based on his height.
Not exactly overweight.
Then I deleted them again. I’m leaving them deleted. Just go with that’s how much I weigh and for me to be in good physical shape to give myself to my family effectively, I need to lose some weight.
I’m not sure how much I need to lose. I’m thinking somewhere between 20 and 30 pounds. And for those wondering, no, I am not basing this on my pre-baby athletic self. I am, however, basing this on my pre-two-rounds-of-hyperemesis self, so it still may not be realistic. I guess we’ll see.
Step One. Two weeks of relatively intense (for me) focus on getting rolling down the weight loss hill. I’m bodybugging, staying active and (again, for me) on a tight food plan. A smoothie for breakfast, a Lean Cuisine for lunch and dinner and approved snacks up to 1500 calories. I’m hoping to lose four pounds in these two weeks, putting me under 160. Then I will blog the results, reevaluate with my very wise husband and go from there. Oh, and I do get one freebie meal per week. Sadly, I started this yesterday and used my weekly freebie yesterday on my date night with skh. But today I was very good. And my freebie was yummy. Olive Garden.
Alright, there it is. My extremely silly post about how much I weigh. Thanks for reading! Feel free to encourage or kick me if I need it.
