But seriously, in the words of Ellen DeGeneres, "That's my butt."
I'm even doing that face you do as you check out your own ass as I say this. For those of you who read this regularly you may have picked up that I've been working on getting my "Wyoming" weight off. Today I officially exceeded my goal and this morning as I wondered Wal-Mart and found they had wranglers on sale, I bought some new pants. And I have to say, I like being back in my old size, even if it is self congratulatory to stand there and take pics of my own ass to share.
So, before people start harping, I'm 5'8" and only wanted to get back to my twenties 165 pounds from the thirties 190. I refused to breach the 200 limit. I'm done losing and am now working at keeping it here through diet and lots and lots of activity/exercise. And why the lean on exercise? Because as those who have been to my house for dinner, you know I like to cook. I like to eat, and I think pigs are frigg'n magic. What else can explain an animal we feed slop, out of season cabbage and bruised apples and tehy make bacon!?! It's magic I say.
My family has some weight associated health problems that I REALLY don't want to deal with as my age creeps ever higher and since I am already having cholesterol issues, I decided to take a new approach. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to run marathons, and I don't want to be super skinny, but I needed to clean up the diet, remember I love vegetables and fruit again and stop sitting around knitting all the time and occasionally get up off the now better looking ass and move a bit (and by that I don't mean spinning... not quite reaching the target heart rate with that one alone there).
So, I'm going to get back to packing for this retreat that I am taking the Tucker boy with on and leaving Bob and all the other kids at home to pine away. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend because I know I will as I sit in the cool mountains eating, knitting, and getting the occasional run in.