Beck recently put a king-sized comforter on our queen-sized bed. I’ve enjoyed it greatly because now we no longer fight for the covers as there is plenty of the cheerful, pastel-colored material to go around. It occurred to me a few minutes ago that if we both could lose a few pounds (*cough* 30 or so is a few) then we could use our other comforters comfortably. It takes a heck of a lot more material to cover us than it should.

We have started walking/jogging on our treadmill. Beck’s doing a lot better than I am, though. Today, I walked at 3 mph and nearly had a stroke…It’s pathetic to be so out of shape. But I guess, my stroke-inducing steps tonight are as good a start as any toward not being so pathetic.

I’ve decided to do something rather drastic: Tomorrow morning, I’m going to weigh myself and post the results on here, and continue to do the same once I week.  Maybe public scrutiny and the fear of ridicule may motivate my fat ass to take action…Who knows, I may actually start feeling better about myself along the way, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

On a final note, I apologize to the world for letting this blog become a fat blog. But, as I’ve said a million times, the Internet is a big place and I’m sure you can avoid it if you really want ;)