First off, I guess a confession is in order. I have been a super bad example for the past many months. As it turns out, preparing to move across the country, selling all our stuff, moving across the country, buying new stuff, having to work outside the home, and then having my husband start optometry school are, ya know, stressful. And apparently they make me deserving of as many treats as I want. Which is a lot of treats. I may or may not have kept us in constant supply of homemade cookies/cookie dough for the past many moons. Let's not talk about it.
What we should talk about is $100.
Now, to all you filthy rich folk out there who bathe in your coins each night, $100 might not seem like a lot of money. But when you are poor students with zero income, $100 is pretty awesome.
It's also what I am going to win.
Earlier this evening I was sitting at the computer. Bryan was sitting on the floor. I looked in the mirror and said, "I'm getting fat." To which my husband mistakenly replied "Me too," instead of "No you're not, you're beautiful."
So that was that.
We made a deal (and pinky swore on it) that whoever loses the most weight between tomorrow morning and the morning of December 24th (Christmas Eve), will win $100 from our bank account to spend however
All I have to say is, it is so on.
Also, I need rain boots. It rains a lot here. Not like Oregon rain, which I am used to. It's this crazy cold rain that you can't just dodge by avoiding puddles. No rain boots = no walks when it rains. Which = no exercise every time it rains. Which is a lot lately. Bah.
Must. Buy. Rain boots.