For Real This Time

I just made the reservations for our birthday weekend. Husband and I have birthdays that are exactly 7 days apart and have always chosen to set aside that weekend in between to celebrate. It is a very big deal for us-especially now that we are no longer alone at home. Making the reservation has brought up another very important issue. My get fit plan. I was supposed to be getting fit since August and while I have made some progress, I have mostly slacked off.

That is all over with now. For REAL this time. I have got to get cute for my birthday weekend. I ran in my 30's with a big fat pregnant belly and refuse to do it again this year. The only thing worse than being pregnant when you want to look hot is looking pregnant when you want to look hot and I want to be hot. Is that too much to ask?

With that said, I am going to need some group support. I am weak and easily persuaded when it comes to breaking my healthy eating strategy. This was proven this morning when I went to breakfast with a friend and inhaled 1 chicken sausage and 4 french toast slices with fruit, followed by sante fe ceasar salad with fish for lunch (oh...yes, with the creamy chipotle ranch dressing) only to cap it off with pretzels and Oreos. This is all before I have even made it home for dinner. The saddest part is that the only reason I did not eat more is because I knew all day that I was going to write this post and have to confess. That is why I did not write this yesterday.

Making the reservation has brought me back to reality and I know that I have got to get myself together. I want to be able to wear a bathing suit or something else cute and not be sucking it in the whole time. I don't want to wear a girdle anymore. I want regain some semblance of self-control.

It is going to be hard at first and so I am asking for your help. If you see me eating something that you know is not a good idea, you have my permission to calmly walk up and smack it out of my hand and onto the ground. I may be sad. I may even cry, but it is for my own good. Pull me by the hair and shove salad with balsamic down my throat. Swap my fries with carrot sticks. All is fair in love and war and I would love to lose this weight. So, give me the dirty looks and remind me of my 40 lb. promise to myself.

Just don't call me fat. That  is still a NO NO!