So while waiting for the book to get here I’ll just add one more very important thing to the above info about me. A very important detail that I may have purposefully left out, because I am ashamed.
Yes I am ashamed.
But maybe, if I put it out there, if I state it, see it in writing, acknowledge it to the world, maybe I will be ashamed enough to change it, just maybe.
See when I got married, 8 years and 3 kids ago, I weighed 55 kgs. For my height, my weight was perfect. I fit into a size 2. I even splurged on a True Religion jeans for my honeymoon, waist size 36.
8 years and 3 kids later, I am afraid, sad, and ashamed to say I am at 90 kilos. Yes you read it right. 90 kilos, as in 9 0 kilos. And yes, I have three beautiful angels to show for it, but NINETY kilos??
How did I get here one might ask. Well sometimes I’m just put into a situation that I am forced to eat. There are three cookies in the jar, two kids, so to avoid a complete melt down, I have to eat the third one. Have to.
So I was thinking, planning or wishing, hoping that I might go on a weight loss healthy journey along with tackling the list of books. Too much you think? Well maybe, maybe not we’ll see. I am planning to keep track of my weight after every book, and hopefully lose some by the end of this journey. Maybe if I am accountable to you guys, it will keep me on track. Who knows, I might even fit into my honeymoon jeans.
So anyways the kids have a week off from school for I don’t know what reason exactly, my seven year old dear daughter (DD) asks me for a snack for the millionth time (how did she ever stay in school all day with only one or two snacks? No idea!), and I say: “Stop thinking about food the whole time please. You’re just bored. You are not hungry. Let’s do something else. Want to play monopoly?”
I say that while I unconsciously grab another double chocolate cookie.
DD: “Mooom, then why do you get to eat all the time?”
“Yes you’re right honey. I’m sorry you’re absolutely correct. Let’s go play monopoly.” (Reluctantly putting the cookie down).
Wow. I should set an example for them. Should lead by example and not just by barking orders. Yes I should. That’s what I should do. (trying to ignore the newest addition of chocolate in the kitchen.)
Me: “Yes, I’ll be the cat.”
Ignore, mom. IGNORE.
DD: “Mooom its your turn.!!”
But it says Swiss chocolate on the cover. All the way from Switzerland.
“You landed on chance mom. I can read it for you: You ate too many sweets! Pay M2 to the Bank! Haha mom pay 2.”
Haha very funny ..