In all I am, do, and will write, my aim is to hit God's mark. I will have moments of being misguided as I am not perfect, but know that I serve a God that loves me through it all.
Eight years ago I got married. I know this is where most people would say "got married to my wonderful husband" or "got married to my best friend" or something like that. However, this post isn't about my husband; it's about me.
And, we all know, everything's about me.
Anyway...eight years ago and five children later, I look better than I did on my wedding day. Really. Even my husband thinks so. Really. I'm sure you would agree with me that a fine-toned physique is most unbecoming.
So, after years of full dedication to living a sedate life and spending the last seven years either pregnant and/or feeding each child off myself (I'm trying not to use words that will draw the unsavories through google search), I have achieved a most remarkable shape to this flabby physique of mine.
And what a gorgeous muffin-topped waistline it is. It matches those perfectly distorted upper parts beautifully. I've been waiting my whole life for these items to match my cellulite infested legs and toosh. I've arrived. Finally.
But, in the interest of society, I am willing to attempt to conform. I will loose some weight and try to tone up a bit, so as not to be a stumbling block for you. I wouldn't want to cause you to feel jealous.
December 9th is my 40th birthday. Forty by forty is my new motto. One hundred forty by forty actually. And, no, I don't have a full forty to get there...close, but not quite.
I have enlisted my sister-in-law to help me stay on track. For every day I don't at least walk for fifteen minutes, I must pay her a dollar. Fifteen minutes. Shouldn't be that hard, right?
We started the challenge nine days ago.
I owe her nine bucks.
Just doing my part to make sure my nephews and nieces have great Christmas presents...
Did you hear the news? According to the latest genetic studies, some folks are predisposed to being overweight. These folks need to exercise at least 5 hours/day in order to "stay in shape."
Yeah, I gave up the second I heard it. Good thing my dh is happy with all the "babyfat." :-D
