The hub and I have been wanting for some time to lose weight. No, this isn't about a New Years resolution, I didn't make one.
(figured I never kept any of the others why waste the effort!)
Anyway, the hub's son M started a diet last May and has virtually lost a whole person..
Due to his modesty and not wanting to jinx himself, he wouldn't tell us were he has going. no matter how we begged. Well this last Christmas he finally told us.
No I am not telling you...
at least not yet..
Anyway we had our first meeting with "B" yesterday. We asked questions, reviewed charts, looked at hour health records and such. We asked a shit load of questions..
(took 3 hours of "B"'s time)
We signed up..
So not the fun part... measurements..I won't gross you out with those details but we can all say, "It wasn't pretty"!
Then.(hear scary music here)
THE SCALES (echo, echo, echo)
I weighted 205.25
205 is bad enough but to have to go and throw in the POINT 2 5.... Gotta little salt there to shove in that wound!
Anyway, as we knew portions, amounts were fixing to be limited, (and some things forbidden right now) We promptly left the "Place of weight loss" and went next door to Subway.
Subway next to the "place of weight loss"....