Okay, so, not really. But I don’t look the way I want to for his special moment. No, I don’t want to be runway model perfect. But, I do want him to be proud of his mother, especially when he looks at the wedding pictures that I’m sure they will display in their first home. And so, the wedding diet blues begin.
I’ve tried almost all the diets that are out there, fad, or tried and true. I found Weight Watchers to be successful, until I fell off the wagon and began creeping down the candy aisle again. Yes, I’m a chocoholic. See’s candy, to be exact. And it’s really hard to break that habit. But I have to, if I don’t want to be called “the fat one, on the right.”
Luckily, I’m not alone in this fat-fight. My husband enjoys eating the wrong things, too. So, we’ve both started changing our eating habits (again), and exercising more. But, you know how men diet. He’ll lose five pounds to my one. He does have more to lose than me, but come on; it’s just not fair how quickly his weight comes off compared to mine.
When I was in Weight Watchers, I learned that you need to walk at least 10,000 steps in order to start losing weight. And that’s along with cutting back calories. My future daughter-in-law, who is quite fit and cute, says it’s more like 12,000-15,000 steps. So, every day, I am making three treks out and about my neighborhood, attempting to reach those numbers. I have a Fitbit, a step tracker, that I put in my pocket so that I can calculate my steps.
Right now, I’m trying to reach 10,000 steps daily. Being a writer, that can be difficult. I sit on my bum a lot of the time. If I don’t get my weight under control, I may end up looking like this.
The first chance for a wedding date might be this August. That gives me almost five months to get myself in shape. I would love to think I could lose twenty pounds, and I’m really going to try, but my metabolism rivals a sloth’s.
I really hope I can make my son proud on his special day. He’d never say anything, and he’ll only have eyes for his bride that day, but I don’t want him to look back later and realize I hadn’t done what I said I would. Besides, I have an ulterior motive. Losing weight and exercising should prolong my life…so I can play with grandchildren a long, long time.
Do you have a daily battle with the scale? Or do you suffer from one of the many other vices out there that plague us all? Let me know. You know the saying: misery loves company.