As some of you know, and most of you don't, Maxine and I are going to Cancun for a week in February.
I don't say this to gloat or brag. It's the first time either of us has traveled out of the country and honestly I'm a little nervous about it.
The reason I bring it up is that we are going to be on the beach. In swimsuits. In front of people. Now for Maxine, the super uber hottie, all is well. Maybe not in her mind but I think she's smokin hot and I look forward to the vision of her beauty set against white beaches and blue ocean.
For me? Well, I always had a weight limit in my head that I would never pass. Well, I passed it a while ago. (And by a while ago I mean about a year ago.) The number is unimportant. For my height and build I should be about 60 pounds less than I am.
I know it is unrealistic to expect to lose 30+ pounds in time for our trip. 15 might be doable.
My point is this....for the next few weeks, if you see me blissfully sipping a soda or nibbling on something unhealthy, you have my permission to call me a fat-ass. Or a dumb-ass. Or to simply remind me that I am going to be showing my pregnant (looking) belly to hundreds of people that are trying to sip drinks in the sun.
