I have this ongoing battle with myself. A love-hate relationship, if you will. I'm not a bad person. I try to be nice to people and animals alike. I'm of average intelligence (some days are better than others in that arena), and I think I'm pretty good at what I do. And, for a 40-something chick, I can still turn my husband's head. Still, there are these thighs and that bulge in the belly area thanks to two little girls...
Yes, the battle I'm talking about is one I'm sure ladies my age know well -- the Battle of the Bulge and the Race against Father Time.
My husband and I have been married ten years. When we returned from our honeymoon and got our photos back, the sight of me in a swimsuit made me cringe -- and so, off to Weight Watchers we went. Both of us. I lost 20 lbs. and became a Lifetime member. My husband lost about 50 lbs. and looked wonderful.
Two kids later, that lost poundage (and then some) has found its way back. Here I go again. Hopefully this blog will help me stay on track.
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