So since January I have been on the weight loss journey. I had a good 50lbs to lose. I was recovering from having baby goose #3 and just feeling awful about myself.
am I beautiful?
Now I have been struggling with my weight since I had baby goose #2. And it doesn't help that my husband is H-H-HOT!
I tried a few different diets to no avail. I just wound up getting pissed off that I couldn't eat what I wanted and that I wasn't losing anything for the amount of mental anguish I was going through. So I would end up on the couch in a pile of candy wrappers and bread crumbs.
In January, I started another diet because I liked how it didn't take anything away from you. You decided what to eat everyday and you add the points up. So far I have lost a total of 15 lbs!
Happy Happy Joy Joy!!
But now I am at that weight where I always get stuck. My body doesn't want to cross that line into happyland. Why? Because its hates me!
Come on body! Can you please get go past this weight?
No.
PLLLEEEEASE?????????
NO.
I'll give you a cookie!
NO.
A new wardrobe?
NO.
Why do you hate me?!
*enter depressed eating here* *insert self loathing here* *begin cycle all over again* Maybe I am going at this all wrong.
You may ask why I am trying to lose weight. Well, here's my chart.
Give me a break. I did this on paint!
That's right. I'm doing this for my husband. He is hella good looking and the older he gets the hotter he gets. Now the older I get, the wider I get. I feel someone that good looking needs another someone good looking to compliment them. I want to be a wife he's proud to have on his arm. Plus there are plans of renewing our vows on a beach on our 10th anniversary and I don't want to be this couple:
