My little brother is getting married next year. Kennah, his fiance, asked me to be in the wedding. I am honored and excited. Thrilled, in fact.
But, you see, I am also portly. Rapidly approaching my delivery weight with Kayla. Mind you, I only gained 23 lbs with that pregnancy and the Good Lord blessed me with a 5'9" frame that allows for decent weight disbursement over my body surface area, it's still not a pretty sight. Did I also mention his fiance looks like this?
Really. This is her. You're all dying to come to our Thanksgiving dinners, right? AND she's genuinely nicer than she is beautiful, loves my kids and knows ASL (it's really cute when she and Ashlyn sign to each other) so I can't even hate her. Not even close.
So as to avoid being crowned honorary Amazon of the bridal party, Weight Watchers commences this morning @ 0930. With Teacher Jan who weighed 350 lbs in 2008 and squeals with sheer delight when she gives the 0 point recipe for vegetable soup. Stick a sock in it, Jan (how many points is that?) and hand over my new member bookmark. Please also force me to share any and all ideas, thoughts, tips and tricks so I can earn gold star stickers. All the while, I'd rather be home drowning myself in 100 calorie Lorna Doone packs. Oh, how I love this whole process.
I'll keep you posted on my progress because I can only talk about my kids and tadpoles so much before everybody drops dead of boredom. And what's more interesting than me losing 1.8 pounds a week and telling you all about it? Try and find something. I dare you.