After a recent comment from the General, "Mommy, you look like you've got a baby in your belly!" I've once again have ventured off and on to yet another health kick. After packing on several pounds, over the last year, I've decided an intervention was needed. I thought I'd seek professional guidance.
I decided to share my new epiphany with the Bear. "I think I'm going to call Weight Watchers," I told him, all proud of myself.
He just shook his head.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked.
"You don't have a weight problem. They probably wouldn't even let you join" answered the Bear.
"Why would you say that?"
Before the Bear could answer I continued my whining, "I can't button my jeans, and the General told me I look like I have a baby in my belly!."
"So buy new jeans. And the General just wants another brother, wishful thinking on his part," answered the Bear, annoyed at the fact that we were even having such a conversation.
Annoyed, I came up with all that I could think of at the moment, "Even my bras don't fit!"
"And that's a bad thing?"
Guys just don't get it.
I decided that I was going to have to go at it alone. So, I looked into several weight management programs to see which one I could possibly stomach.
Motivated about my new commitment to a healthier lifestyle, I decided to research the program on line, to find out more information. As I read the webpage, my insides were bubbling with excitement, I could envision the new fitter and healthier me!
I decided to fill out the on line questionnaire to determine which group would suit me best.
1. Are you over 17?
2. Are you pregnant?
I sure as hell hope not.
Only when my husband's really hungry.
4. Are you or have you ever been bulimic?
God no! If I was getting rid of the food before it had time to settle on my a** then I wouldn't need your program.
5. What are your goals?
To be able to button my jeans.
6. How tall are you?
5 feet 3 and 1/4 inches
7. How much do you weigh?
8. List health goals.
I don't really care how much weight I loose, I just want to button my jeans, fit into my bras and not look like I have a baby in my belly!.
It's been about two weeks, and I still haven't heard anything back. I'm starting to think that no one takes me seriously!