So in the spirit of change, I made an appointment with an old friend in which I have often had a love-hate relationship: My scale.
I disrobed, took a deep breath, and stepped on.
And, well, WTF, indeed!!!!
In the time we have been married ( a little over 3 years), I have put on 25 pounds. 25!!!!!
That is insane. That is what people gain when they ARE pregnant, not trying to get pregnant!
This was a wake-up call. I have known that I put on weight; many of my older clothes do not fit. But this is just sad.
Just like when I leave my real WTF appointments, I refuse to feel defeated. I feel nothing but utter resolve to make this work.