Day One

Today is my first day as a blogger. Coincidently it is also the first day of the big diet. A few weeks ago I went swimming with the kids and happened to glance in a mirror (typically, I try to avoid all mirrors that project an image of anything below my neck. If I can find one that is high enough to cut off my double chin it’s all the better.) I gasped and a slew of unfortunate words ran through my mind followed by the phrase “Something has GOT to be done!” I contemplated ways to raise the $18,000.00 for gastric bypass. All I could come up with was selling strawberry freezer jam, and renting out my hop-along-hubby to change very high light bulbs. It wasn't going to work.

So what’s a fat girl to do? She finds a fat friend! Enter Eric. I dearly love Eric. He is the kind of friend who will walk to the cafeteria and buy pie with you. Then quickly eat it in the hallway with you so nobody will know what a pig you are. Our goal is to be able to carry our trays of food from the cafeteria, down the hall, and to our desks without breathing hard. It’s a noble goal.

Today we began our journey with the big weigh in. It’s a good thing I wasn’t eating anything when I stepped on the scale, I may have choked to death right there and then, heaven help the pall bearers. It was an unspeakable number. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

We walk toward our goals (more like walk-run-walk) starting this very day. Wish us luck. And if you happen to have one of those machines that shock your heart into beating again, send us that too.