That's me. My blogpal Christa has bravely announced to the world she is on a diet, so I think it's time I did the same. I need to join the Y as well so I can play nerf-ball in the pool with Michael, and I suppose lift some weights or something.
I can actually summon up a lot of will-power to lose weight but I need a little trigger of some kind. Last time I lost weight, I got started because an extremely attractive man made a dead serious pass at me, and that kept me going for ages.
It's hard to motivate myself being a single mother because I basically don't have too much of a social life and NIL sex life, and I can't really figure out how to change that (unless I turn into an incestuous pedophile). So food is my main sensual outlet right now.
My energy level is much higher than my son's, so pyschologically speaking, it's a lot easier to be fat and passive than it is to lose weight and have this energy with nowhere to go, so it's definitely a double edged sword to lose weight. But I need to do it! It's such a fucking pain but I guess part of being a grown-up.
So I'm enjoying my last cup of coffee with half-and-half right now. Expect crankiness, bitchiness and grumpiness in the next few months.
And I know this is probably the wrong time, but this is the dog's bollocks (especially French Silk).