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The other day, my husband and I were talking about my upcoming 10-year high school reunion. It’s scheduled for October. He thinks it’s hilarious – mostly because he’s three years younger than me and constantly reminds me of this fact by saying things like, “Hey, when you turn 30, I’ll only be 27!” or, “Hey, when you turn 40, I’ll only be 37!” or, “Hey…” well, you get the idea.
Here’s how our conversation about the high school reunion went:
Rob: Hey, have you registered for the reunion yet?
Rob: Are you going to?
Me: I think so.
Rob: You think so? Why wouldn’t you?
Me: I don’t know. It seems like a lot of trouble. And it costs money. And I would have to look nice, and be outgoing, and repeat myself over and over.
Rob: But you could see everybody again!
Me: I already keep up with most of the people I would really want to see. Plus, you know I hate small talk.
Rob: You should go. I want to go. Let’s go.
Me: Sure, you want to go because you have a job in the grown-up world. I graduated from high school, went to college, and got a job at a high school. It feels like I never left. Why would I want to go to a reunion? Isn’t there enough high school in my life already?
Rob: You’re going. You need to go. We’re going together, and we’re gonna have fun.
Me: Fine. But dang it, if I’m going to this thing, I’m going to look HOT. Operation Hotmother is in effect!
So there you have it. My mission, should I choose to accept it (and I suppose I’ve accepted it by default since I created it and all) is to look awesomely hot for my reunion. Now, for a girl who had a baby six months ago, I don’t look too shabby. The consistency of my abdominal area has…um…changed, to say the least. But all in all, it’s not too much of a train wreck over here.
I would like to drop about seven pounds by October. So I’m putting it up here for the world to see because, as my husband will tell you, I’m not good at working out. I hate gyms and I hate running and I hate lifting weights…
…but I love ice cream and I love cupcakes and I love brownies and I love carbs.
Are you starting to see where the problems could arise?
So here are my stats. I’m not embarrassed by weight, so I don’t care about posting it here. I’m 5’10”, and I weighed in at 162.5 this morning. I’d like to weigh 155. This should be doable, to say the least.
My plan of action:
Do not sign up for any more 5Ks since I purposefully turned my alarm off the night before the last one
Do some sort of exercise every day, even if it’s only for five minutes
Take a picture of everything I eat with my phone (this is in lieu of a food journal, which I am incapable of keeping)
DO NOT diet or deprive myself of all sugar and carbs because this is a one-way ticket to a low-bloodsugar-induced-meltdown
Allow myself one small treat per day (today’s treat was a cup of Cinnamon Toast Crunch)
So there you have it. This should be pretty simple.
Operation Hotmother starts NOW!