Ok, so I'm trying to lose weight. Not baby weight. No, I've already lost that. I'm trying to lose the weight I gained before I got pregnant. The Thyroid Weight. I blame it on my thyroid that had a mind of it's own for awhile. I don't want to sound like Oprah and blame it entirely on my thyroid. I will also lay blame on grieving when my dad died, being lonely when Hoss is gone and consoling myself with a bag of Doritos, being a regular at Mi Tierra, my friend Ben & his pal Jerry, the list goes on and on. Basically I'm tired of listening to my husband lie to me when I complain about being overweight. He is a horrible liar. He says all the right things-
"You just had a baby" (Kiwi is 7 months old)
"You look fine" (translation, "Hurry up and get in the car!")
"You're not that overweight..." (Ok, this one just makes me mad)
So to save my beloved from going to hell (Uncle Stan says liars go to hell) I am very seriously working on becoming healthy. I'm just saying that because all the people and programs tell me to not look at myself as a number on the scale, my goal should be health and living life to the fullest. Yeah, yeah, I want all that but I also want to be a smaller number on the scale. I am not brave enough to post my actual weight, but I will say that my goal is to lose 37 lbs. That probably sounds like too much for me but it's not. That's how much weight I've gained since I got married. That will put me back at a weight I am comfortable being nekked in. I'm walking everyday at least 1 mile, but almost always 3 miles. Could use a walking buddy, Kiwi doesn't talk much, the dogs get distracted easily and tear after squirrels and Hoss won't go with me. Oh that reminds me- I love my husband dearly, but he also needs to get healthy. He doesn't seem to believe this. He has a very positive image of himself or he is living in the land of denial. He thinks I am just being critical. I have a natural tendancy to do that so he's not too far off base. But I've seen the number on his scale and it's way too high. I know, I know, he's a big & tall man, blah, blah , blah. I watch him salt his salad, his fruit, his fries. He has a family to stick around for. He needs to eat healthier and since I do most of the cooking, he really has no choice, at least when he is home. So check back, I'm going to post our progress. I'm making it a contest. We have a certain amount of $ that has been given to us recently and we can't agree how to spend it. Hoss wants a shed, I want a bathtub in our master bath. Whoever is the Biggest Loser will get to decide how to spend it. Go team Monkey!