I really should.
I’m sitting here eating a cheese toastie and watching Ashley’s episode of Obese: A Year to Save My Life USA. I should be ashamed of myself.
She has a 4 year old son for goodness sake. I have two very active older children. I should be motivated. But I just can’t be arsed at the moment. Especially as I now know that the ankle pain I’m suffering is most likely arthritis and weightloss should reduce the strain on my poor peds.
But I’ve survived the half way mark of the school holidays. Go me! And only one week before our 2 weeks holiday in Co Donegal. I’m packing the walking boots, Frank and the kids will be “enjoying” a lot of exercise with me leading the way. And they’ll be early morning jaunts, so no boozy nights with munchies. Wellllll … maybe one or two!
Seriously though, if Chris Powell ever picked me (he won’t because I will never write to him – nothing personal Chris but I didn’t even have a video made of my wedding) could I lose 100lb in 90 days? Crikey. No way. I don’t want to!
Let’s do the Fractious 50 Year Old Plan and set a goal for the first 90 days.
By 2nd November I will lose 20lbs. There. Goal set and game on.