I have decided that it’s time to lose those last 10 pounds.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been proud of my curves. In high school, when my nickname was “triple B” for “big bootie Besa,” I answered to it with pride. In college, when my pants split down the middle while I was shakin’ it at a club, I shrugged and moved on.

 

The pounds have been creeping on for a while. A little muffin top here, a little can’t-button-my-jeans there. But I hadn’t really thought about it much until I caught a rear-view glimpse of myself in a dressing room mirror. Game over– it was time to do something. On a side note, what’s up with the lighting in those dressing rooms? I thought they were trying to sell clothes in there, not rip self-esteems to shreds.

I won’t bore you (much) with the details, but I feel that a public declaration is in order. I’m counting on my MomInDCity readers to hold me accountable, ‘kay? Can you do that for me?

The plan started Monday (this is day 5), and so far so good.

I’m doing it old school and counting calories. There’s an app called MyFitnessPal, which is apparently cool because my college intern told me everybody‘s using it. And that includes my mom (really!), so it must be true. I’m also tracking my exercise, which is good for damage control– ate some gelato? go run 3 miles.

I generally enjoy healthy food, but I’ve also never met a cupcake I didn’t like. So this will be a challenge.

Anyone else on a weight-loss mission? I’d love to hear about it.

P.S.- You might be thinking “you don’t look fat in any of these pictures.” And you’re right. Because 1) I delete all non-flattering pictures of myself and 2) it’s all in my a$$.