No More Good Intentions

Good Intentions...My life story. So here we go on week 1..technically year 5 for me of this thing called getting in shape. It's a long story..you don't want to hear. So I will sum it up..It's been a series of unfortunate events. I am an emotional eater. There you go..my motto has been when life sucks..eat it up. So I am here 50 pounds over my goal weight. Week one has gone ok..despite starting a new job and Barney taking meds he's allergic too, lost pay, and possible suspensions. Normally that is all reason for me to grab a box of ding dongs and inadvertantly eat them all or swing through drive thru. Not this week. Jillian Michaels is kicking my butt. I am sore. I like it in a weird way because I know its working. I can't get off the pot and grunt when getting out of a chair, but not for long. Here we go..thirty by thirty. I want to lose thirty pounds by the time I am thirty at the end of March..No more good intentions..no more 5 good days and the weekend goes to pot. Its the real deal. It has to be. I refuse to succomb to general mom fatness and married "baggage" weight. Follow us as we sweat and swear our way out of this.