Weighty Issues

Okay, I’ve made up my mind to do something about this first grader I have attached to my butt and thighs. That is how much extra weight I am carrying around. Good grief the family gene pool runs deep and THICK in this area. My father died at age 53 from a heart attack. I really truly believe it was largely in part to the fact that he was an obese man. Couple that with his type A personality and you have a powder keg. BOOM! Well I’m 48 you do the math. I have dreams of being around for the day I become a grandmother God willing. I’d like to see all four kids grown and married…God willing. I’d like to make it to a 20 year wedding anniversary for the first freaking time. LOL Again, God willing.

So what got me started? Stacking wood this week. I was reintroduced to muscles I had forgotten I had. So now I want to build some momentum with that. I’ve even started using that torture machine disguised as fun the Wii Fit. It looks so innocent and easy until you get a lard butt like mine up on it. OY! And it has become a source of amusement for my teens to watch me struggle on it. I’m thinking the humiliation will be character building as well.

Anyway, I am now keeping a progress ticker onsite so that it gives me an accountability of sorts. I could care less if I get the bod I had when I was 20, I just want to be able to see 60.