Getting married made me get fat.
Monday, December 21, 2009
So, instead of me influencing my husband to eat more healthfully, his fast-food eating ways have tainted me. Montana is cold and dark and icy -- neither of us want to venture out of the house to exercise. We're definitely de-motivating each other.
But it's not all getting married. Don't forget the Christmas Cookie Gauntlet -- I can't get from my desk to the printer without passing piles of treats. And my doctor added Lyrica to my drug regimen to help with the chronic pain. My hope is I'll feel better and exercise more, which I will need to because one of the side effects is ... weight gain!
My pants don't fit. My bras really don't fit. And I refuse to buy a bigger size.
So weather be damned. Tiredness be damned. We are off to the gym tonight. A half hour of crushing boredom on the eliptical and then a little weights.