Well

I stepped on my scale on Monday and that was a BAD way to start my week, day, month and rest of month of June. Folks, I have officially gained 15lbs in the 6 months I've been married. FIFTEEN POUNDS. Not ounces or grams, POUNDS. I know I go up and down but it's usually 5-7lbs and I had been on the down low for a while. But this? Not acceptable

My resolve was to start walking at nights to complement my tennis days (3x a week). I asked the husband to accompany me and we (I) determined that the reason for my weight gain was his unsatiable appetite and my belief I could keep up. He runs 7 miles every other day. He lifts weights every day. Works out EVERY DAY. Therefore, the man eats like every 2 hours. Breakfast? 4 egg whites, one whole grain bagel toasted, a large bowl of oatmeal. Then at 10am he needs to go for a 'snack' which I call a real human's breakfast because then he can eat what a normal human being would eat for breakfast.

So his 'orca whale' feeding schedule, caught me off guard and then found myself not eating like him but really eating out of pity not on my schedule. So we had a talk- he has to stop taking me to his pit stops because I really have no self control and must always have something-and it's now showing up in my ass.

I tell him that I have gained all this weight and it's not acceptable because I weigh what I weighed when I was 3 months pregnant and his reply? 'but it's only in your butt!'. I wanted to slap his ass, which in fact I did- but told him he's never to mention my fat ass again. He tried to be funny and lovable about it saying he loves my butt, etc., but the damage was done. I got home called my friends to see if ANYONE wanted to walk with me but they are all lame-ass, girlfriends- Yes. Lazy butts. Ok ONE friend suggested to do boot camp together but that's just overkill for me.

And last night I couldn't go for a walk because I was suffering from heat exhaustion. Yes. That. I had a tennis match from 930-1230, I was fine until about 2pm when I got the all mothers of a migraine, nausea, the works. I kept taking in cold fluids and sugar free popsicles and nothing. When husband bought me a miso soup and apparently the salt is what I needed- felt much better after that. That was not a good thing. So here I go again...

Guess what!?!?!

I weighed myself and the scale read 114lbs!!!! WHAT A GREAT DAY!! I mean, being 5-11, that makes ME supermodel material right?? Where's Whilemina, Ford, etc.? I need to call them and sign up for the older women division!!!

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Does it matter the scale was on the carpet instead of the floor? Who cares!? What a great way to feel skinny!! TRY IT!