In just over half an hour, Hubby and I will be facing the nutritionist. We haven't seen her in about 2 months. It will be very interesting to see how we have fared in this time. For the most part I have been eating properly - not really to lose weight, but to live my life. There are still 20 pounds that I would like to lose, and I don't really know why I lost the drive to get to them off. Complacence - that is not like me.
As I sit here in the living room, tapping away on the keys of the laptop, Hubby is downstairs on the treadmill. I lothe the treadmill. He's been getting back in to the swing of things over the last couple of weeks, and I am very proud of him. He seemed to have completely fallen off the wagon over the summer.
Fighting our weight is a never ending see-saw. It sucks.