So I’m trying to be serious about losing weight. I mean, c’mon, I’m twice the weight I was when I got married. TWICE. As in I am carrying around a whole other person. All day. Every day. Is it any wonder I am so freakin’ exhausted??!! So I put my family on a very restricted eating plan. Well, not Kiki, just Alan and I. For her, I just want to cut out the sweets and junk food. Now, I don’t want any lectures about ‘proper diet’ because I know there’s about a million ideas on this…I’m doing what I have to. We have gotten so bad for so long, we just need to rein it in. I understand healthy eating…I was a Weight Watcher for years. (Oh, yeah. I have my Gold Key, Lifetime member…should be revoked, I suppose!) Anyhoo, that’s not the point…I’m am being reasonable, just very limited because right now, not being morbidly obese is the goal here. So. And. Over the weekend, Sunday really, I got really sick again – horrible cough, sinuses felt like bursting…. Alan and Kiki go out to kick around, and when he comes home, he brings…cookies. Not the kind he likes – the kind I like! Ummm, thank you?? Then, last night, we go out to buy a scale…no, we haven’t had one in years. Could be part of the problem? We went before dinner. But, it took us awhile. Everyone was hungry. I was firm – we are going home to our salad. Alan was like "How about Carl’s Jr.? There’s Jack in the Box…." "Hey, there’s a McD’s up ahead…" I was like No. No no no. So I was the bad guy.
Update : Just a few minutes ago, Alan called me. First, to say not to work too hard today since I was so sick over the weekend, he didn’t want me to regress (good, ’cause I’m sittin’ here on my big fat bahooie typing this, lol!) but then he said, he just wanted to thank me for keeping us on track last night, that he knew we’d all have been sorry and feeling sick had we gotten fast food for dinner. Wow. Every now and then, I get appreciated for what I do right!!