I’m turning fifty (fifty!) in a year.
I feel like an adolescent again. “Who am I? What do I want to do with the rest of my life?” I’m moody, fatigued and fat.
So is my family.
It’s time to make a change.
The time is now.
We’re going whole foods (mostly) and exercise.
My son (Little D) is fourteen and overweight. He loves hockey, so I’ve got him signed up for an intense conditioning program, three days/week which he seems to love so far. While he’s doing that, I’ll be working out. My hub (Big D) is on board as well.
In my weight loss career (all my life) I have probably lost and gained hundreds of pounds. The last time I dropped weight I thought I was set for life. Kept it off for nearly two years. And then, I quit smoking. 40 pounds later, here I am. Still not smoking, but all puffed up.
I have some goals.
I want to be under 200 lbs. by the first day of school (I’m a teacher).
And under 150 lbs. by my 50th birthday next July.
There~I’ve said it, written it and published it.