So, a few weeks ago, I went to the dr and was confronted about the fact that I needed to loose about 30 pounds. 50 if I want to hit that magic BMI number. ( Dr’s are OBSESSED with BMI). But we both agreed that 30 pounds would get me healthy again, because that’s where I’ve lived most of my life.
But 30 pounds??????
Geez. How did that happen?
And more stress.
Oh and pure laziness.
It just so happened, that C Dub has the SAME talk on his Dr’s appointment the next week. He needs to loose about 40 pounds.
The only fit person in our house seems to be Pookah……..
Anyhoo, Cdub demanded ( yes demanded) that we go on a weight loss journey TOGETHER this time. Usually, we do so individually, but there was one time ( before Pookah) that we went on the same program/diet/lifestyle change) at the same time and lost a ton of weight together. And it stayed off. ( until I got pregnant….)
So, we are both on board and started yesterday.
The first day is always the hardest.
Pray for me ya’ll!
Wish us luck!