So, I have decided I HAVE GOT TO LOSE a little of my weight. I gained a bit with the last pregnancy, and just kept it on after. In my previous life (that is what I call my first marriage), I had gained a BIG amount. With unhappiness came a whole lot of Devil Dogs and a big ol' butt!
I decided that I didn't want to look like that anymore. Walked, kick boxed and lost 69 3/4 pounds!!! You betcha!
So, I know that I can do it!
The difference now, in this life, is that Andy doesn't care about my weight. His version of what I look like, is different than mine. He, after all, is the one who sees me naked. That makes it a little difficult to PUT THE TWINKIE DOWN!
I will be looking into joining our local fitness center. This will also help me to work out the aggression that I have built up. Rid the DHHS stresses. Eliminate the laundry back-up tension. Help me deal.
No, I have no intention of walking away from the Ring-Dings. I will never abandon my Funny Bones. I am committed to my relationship with Ben & Jerry. I just want to partake in them...with a smaller ass. Burn up those guilty calories.
Lay in bed, with my honey bun (Andy, not the cake) and eat a strawberry shortcake!
counseling visit #2
20 hours ago