This weekend was filled with a birthday night in DC (that ended with me cooking pancakes and eggs at 4am), a baby BBQ (no babies were harmed, but I can't say the same for the 7 layer dip that only had 6 layers), and a dad-in-law birthday BBQ (going to the grocery store with 2 hungry men ended in meat-fest - at least I talked them into turkey burgers, turkey sausage and salmon skewers).
No, I do not consider myself "fat". I can see my feet and I don't get winded walking to the kitchen for cookies. But I do feel that I have chubs where I probably should not have chubs. I have been in a 10 lbs weight range for almost my whole life - I was a little skinnier in college before I started to love my pineapple and vodkas. I have never been really skinny or really fat, just a little skinnier and a little chubbier.
I am pretty good at staying active, I occasionally run and go to the gym. I am almost fit, almost. If it wasn't for my love of food and good beer/wine, I'd be a freakin' 5 foot 9 inch blue-eyed brunette runway model. But, I do love food. I am almost obsessed...... Who am I kidding, I'm obsessed. My husband and I had nothing in common when we met except for our mutual love of food. I definitely won him over with my baked goods.
So here's the deal. I am going to strive to get to my lowest weight of my life. Psych! But I am going to detox after this meat-fest of a weekend. I am going to go below my 10 lb range. I am going to cut portions. And I am going to get healthy.
More concrete goals to come.
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