So I weighed myself for the first time since the whole “OMG I’m fat!” episode last week.

I’m dealing with it. This morning, the scale rewarded my fairly adequate level of effort with a 1.5 pound weight loss.

It’s progress.

Oh, and that 21-day plan I boasted about? Yeah, thats already shot to hell. I missed a couple days, and now I’ve decided to just start all over again.  

And really, it would be SOOOO much easier if my husband and kids didn’t read my blog. Because when I make these confessions about my weight, and these grand plans about fitness? They read about them.

And then they expect me to actually follow through.

Dammit all to hell.

Last night, we were sitting on the couch watching “The Biggest Loser” and my youngest daughter makes a comment to my husband:

“Dad, Mom hasn’t worked out yet today.”

Then they both just looked at me, like I’m really supposed to stop drinking my Casey’s cherry slushie, get off the couch and immediately hop on the treadmill.

AS IF!

Then the Biggest Loser contestants began weighing in. One of my favorite contestants, Marci, weighed in at a fantastic 162 pounds. (And she looks absolutely fabulous, by the way!) I made a comment of, “God, I wish I weighed 162 pounds!”

My daughter’s reply?

“Mom, you’re not going to get there by sitting on the couch, you know.”

Oh, SNAP.