How's this for accountability?

So I'm watching and pondering a post that I have had in mind since yesterday. Because, you know, something has to change. I asked Tim to bring my scale over, he did. I got on it this morning (dripping wet as you're supposed to) and my fear was confirmed. I'm back up to 180#. I'm at least 30# overweight for my frame and height.

There, I said it. My real weight. And I want to get my real weight back to 150#. Preferably between 135 and 145, that's where I felt healthiest and strongest, but 150# is doable too. That's about where I was when I was running the daycare.

I am going to get rid of these rolls! Or figure out someway to move all my fat to my bustline. (Like that's ever going to happen).

For the record, with both pregnancies I never got above 165#. So for me to be at 180 first thing in the morning, is ... distressing. Mainly because of all the weight-related diseases that run in my family. Diabetes. Heart diseases. High blood pressure. I want to live to be older than 62.

And you know, I'm just too pretty to die young :-) (Capt. Mal Reynolds)


Now to give up the soda and start walking .... this is so not going to be fun.