1. Weight. I need to lose a lot of it for various
reasons but, probably the most compelling one, is that JKL (my hubby)
and I want to have some healthy progeny sooner rather than later. I know that I probably COULD get pregnant and
safely carry my fetus in this dumpy state but, who really wants to start off on the wrong
foot? I feel like my fetus might be embarrassed
to be living its first 9 mos inside of a whale of a woman. He/she will feel like a, less frightened and more irritable, Pinocchio. Can’t have that. My baby will have PLENTY of
other reasons to be embarrassed by me (but mostly JKL) later in life.
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I can say with certainty
that I’ve read around 85-90% of all reasonably popular diet books out
there. They all say the same thing...BLAH DON'T DRINK BLAH EAT LOTS OF FISH BLAH. I wish I 'd realized that years ago and then I’d
likely have more than $0 in my personal savings account. This time around I think I will draw on my
mental health library (I mean the library inside my head NOT, repeat NOT a repository for the ways in which one maintains one's mental health) and pick out the things that work for me and compile
them into one plan, by MAY, for MAY. Stay tuned for that gem. The US Patent and Trademark Office sure is.
2. My
house. I need to get that heap fancied
up. We recently refinanced and the bank
is basically paying US to live there so, I need to settle in. Effing Pinterest
has given me a complex regarding home decor.
Its makes me feel sad and inadequate for not being a consummate
DIYer, poor for not having a pool with the facade of a tropical grotto
and MAD at JKL for not allowing me to make my renos a
reality. Anyone with me on this??
SO, what am I doing, aside from whiny writing, about the
aforementioned issues? Glad you
asked. I have started waking up at
6:15am to do a 30 minute circuit training workout with my arch-nemesis Jillian
Michaels. She sucks. Everything about her bothers me…..except her
bod…
I have also started using an app called “Lose It”. Its nice.
Kinda like Weight Watchers online except its $1.99 as opposed to
57$/month or whatever WW is now. I think Pidgeon may have told me about it 2 years ago and I, not yet having reached morbid obesity , defiantly ignored the recommendation. My future baby and I are both sorry, pidg.
So, I
guess we’ll see what happens. My goals
aren’t very lofty so, if I don’t meet them within the next 3-6 months, feel
free to mock me ruthlessly. I just want
to get back to wedding size. That wasn’t
even small---believe me--BUT I recall that the summer before my wedding I felt
ok about myself, could still fit into most articles of clothing that I liked
and had some muscle tone. That should
set me up REAL NICE to gestate (is that even a real verb?) JKL Jr.
As far as Mi Casa goes…...eh, we’ll tackle that another day. I need to go and figure out if typing this crap burned any cals via Lose It.
X,
MAY
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