Time for a Healthy Change
My husband, Jame, is back on a healthy eating and exercising kick, and is doing a wonderful job sticking to the straight and narrow.
As a matter of fact, over the last month or so, he’s dropped about 25 pounds.
That’s right. I said 25 pounds in a little over a month. Frankly, five minutes after he had weighed himself, slammed his fist on the table like a gavel, and proclaimed that he was going to get healthy, he jumped back on the scale, and had lost two pounds, apparently from the intense caloric burn from the elbow-bending gavel motion alone.
In all honesty, though, I’m really proud of him. . . and yet . . . I have to say that my pride for him is also selfishly mixed with anxiety for me. He’s losing weight, which means that I have to do so as well, in part, because I’m uber competitive like that. And while the prospect of me losing weight is a very good thing, my journey will be significantly more challenging than his due to three obstacles: accursed menopause (GRRR), being continually tempted by the caloric recipes I prepare for this blog, and the fact that I find it hard to resist the plastic siren song of a Hostess Ding Dong.
Regardless, the gauntlet has been thrown, and I am not one to back away from a challenge.
So, if you soon see some of my recipes featuring disturbingly healthy ingredients like brown rice, acai berries, and toasted green tea, and a decided decrease of butter and sugar, you’ll know the gauntlet thrower is to blame (or to thank, as the case may be.)
Here goes nothin’.
Move over, Paula Deen!