Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
I’m not the kind of gal to beat a dead horse. I like horses too much for that. But, I am the kind of gal who likes to share her knowledge with others to help them avoid pitfalls and hang-ups she may have encountered when gaining said knowledge. Which means, we are so going to talk some more about weight loss. Mine specifically, and yours
I have officially been on Weight Watchers for a month and a half. Okay, 55 days if you’re counting. Which I am. Clearly. Since embarking on this quest, I have lost 18 pounds, am finally rocking a one digit size pants, and am even down half a shoe size (What? My feet like cupcakes too!). People are constantly asking me how Weight Watchers works now.
I’m going on a diet. Let me rephrase that. I am changing my diet. Okay, that’s not quite right either. Deep breath… IjoinedWeightWatcherslastMondayandIamaweekintothisthingandIamstarvingandscaredandtotallystarving. Okay. I said. It’s out there in the universe now so I have to make this work because I hate failing with an audience. I prefer secretly failing, in a dark corner, alone, if I’m going to fail at something. But, before
So, I’m going to lose weight this year. There, I said it. You read it. So let it be done. Here’s hoping I can will a slimmer waistline into existence. The annual vow to lose weight is one of those unspoken-but-widely-accepted tidbits of my existence. My desire to be less jiggly and more healthy is always there, in the background, waiting to rear it’s seemingly
