[Insert Panic Here]
Okay, for some reason I have spent almost an entire year thinking that I am thirty-three. I JUST realized that I am three months away from turning thirty-five. I lost a whole eff-ing year! Let's face it; it has been quite a ride these last few years, it is reasonable that I lost track of time a little.
I have been informed by my dear husband that he intends that we live until we are 125. Not a typo, one hundred and twenty-five. And he's not kidding.
It occurred to me today that I have been chub-o-licious for almost as long as I had been fit (gained the weight when I was 17 and have pretty much been this way since). Seriously, where has the time gone?
So here is my mission in a nutshell. I am going to turn myself into the trophy wife I want to be. I will be documenting along the way. So feel free to play along and comment on my adventures. This is going to be fun.