I'm talking about me. I'm heavy. Not as heavy as I was 3 months ago, but I've hit the wall. While I have lost about 20 pounds since my pre-Tess weight, I'm just hovering now, between 171-173. I've been slacking on the whole diet thing. Can't remember when I counted points last. And my daily walk? Hmm, let's just say, my walking shoes are getting dusty.
For a little inspiration, I've joined a weight loss challenge at work. (That work place that I am not allowed to mention on a blog. By the way, the views expressed here are solely the contributors and do not reflect the opinions of her employer.) I hope you all won't be able to figure out my place of employment now that I've mentioned there is a weight loss challenge going on.
Enough of the snarkiness, is that even a word? I bet Krista would say it is. She says snarky all the time. See??? No wonder I can't lose weight. I can't even stay on track long enough to blog. Geesh.
I've come to the realization that altering my diet is only a part of it. I'm apparently, going to have to exercise. Dammit. I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. I've been ogling the 30 day shred for awhile now. But would I actually use it, or would it sit on the shelf next to Yoga Booty Ballet and Windsor Pilates? Perhaps I should try one of the videos I already have. Of course, that would mean clearing a space in the little kids room since most of them are on VHS and they have the only TV with a VCR. That in itself, could be considered exercise.
I'll let you know what I decide.
And on a lighter note, Tatum scratched her leg earlier. Didn't even know how she did it, just happened to notice that she had a long scratch behind her knee. She then had to walk with a limp because, you know, she was seriously injured. Teagan said, "My sister's crazy".
Yes son, I couldn't agree more.