I had my 2nd baby 1 year ago tomorrow (expect a sappy, weepy post from me in the evening about how my baby isn't a baby anymore... blah blah blah) and ever since she came barreling out of me like I was some sort of a cannon on an old fashioned pirate ship, I've been trying to lose this damn pregnancy weight. Yes, I'm sticking with the fact that's it's pregnancy weight, I hear some women still making that claim when they're buying acne medication and training bras for their kids, leave me alone! It has absolutely nothing to do with my baking obsession or the fact that I can "sense" when there's chocolate in the house.
Nope, it was the kid.
So anyways, I've been bitching and moaning for months about how I hate that I'm in "mom-wear", a.k.a. Lululemon or sweatpants, day in and day out cause none of my "regular" clothes fit, and that I'm really tired of nearly passing out just from going up a flight of stairs (okay, it's not that bad, I'm a whiner).
Tonight, I was sitting at the computer on twitter (cause that's a great way to burn calories, really, I'm serious, I'm sure I burn like 1200 calories just tweeting... No? pfft, what are you, some kind of expert?) and hubs came in and asked me if I wanted to make a deal. I had visions of me having to agree to go on an allowance from reckless Visa use, or agreeing to sexual favours in return for getting me a maid.
Me: "Oh God. What?"
Big J: "How about we make a bet, if you can lose 10lbs before I can do 30 chin-ups, I'll buy you an iPhone." (we're both really out of shape!)
Me: "Huh?"
Big J: "How much do you want to lose total?"
Me: "Ideally 50. Stop looking at me like that."
Big J: "I'll make it even better, if you lose an additional 10lbs I'll let you pick where we go on our anniversary*. AND, if you make it to your goal I'll finance a girl's only week away anywhere you want to go."
Me: *blink blink*
Big J: "But you can't go starving yourself, that's cheating!"
Me: "Yeah, cause that's what got me in this mess in the first place, the ability to say NO to food."
Big J: "Well, what do you think?"
Me: "No sabotaging me either! If I need you to watch the kids so I can run you can't say no just to win!"
Big J: "Deal."
He's going DOWN.
* Our 5 year anniversary is coming up and we decided to go on a trip. He planned one and was all excited and when I asked him where we were going he told me all about the casino and water and yadda yadda, so I asked to see where we were going... he picked Halifax. Now, I have nothing against Halifax at all, beautiful little city, my dad was born there, but when I think "romantic vacation for couple with 2 kids who are getting away on their first trip alone since they had kids" it's not 1st on my list. Big J was crushed by my unenthusiastic response and vowed we weren't going anywhere. He's so sensitive sometimes.
