So a few years back, okay, so maybe SEVEN years ago, I was super thin and super cute.
And then life happened.
I got happy and got married, and being married to an Italian is no picnic.
Nope. It’s all PASTA.
So that was the first twenty pounds.
But then, as many of you know, I got really really sad. And, apparently, when I get sad, I eat. And, that led to a size or a size and half up.
Eventually, that sadness led to a misdiagnosis. And that misdiagnosis let to a bunch of medication. And that medication led to a BUNCH of weight gain.
Like, seriously, a BUNCH.
I’m not gonna say how much.
Cause, well, SHAME.
But, things are working out. The misdiagnosis was revealed. I stopped all medications.
And, I’m less sad.
Not completely NOT sad, mind you.
But, less sad.
And then I got a job. A fabulous job I love.
And things are looking up.
Except my kids are still leaving.
And, I’m still horribly sad about that.
But the job is awesome.
And, just for today, Mr. Delicious and I are awesome.
I’m just kinda sorta completely fat.
So, I’m ready to do something about it. I joined Weight Watchers. If you want to sign up, you can find me there as @funnestever. And we can do this thing together.
Cause, whether you like it or not, life is just better when you’re not dragging around half an extra person with you.
And, oh by the way, my lovelies, I have MISSED you.