Darik looked over at me, leaned in, and whispered, "you're so . . . fat-tractive."Actually I know darik would **never** in his long life criticize me like that so I know it was an accident and it was easy to laugh off and make a joke out of it.
I did a double take. "What did you just call me?" thinking that I'd heard wrong.
"Fat-tractive. But I meant to say physically attractive and it just came out wrong!"
Right. So phat-tractive is somehow better? Nice Freudian slip there, buddy! :-)
But here's the thing, it has become the greatest motivator for me. I KNOW that I don't look like it, but after only 1 kid and 4 years later I'm 25 elbees over my weight I was when I went to college (125). Yep I'm tipping the scale around 150 - now whether you hate me for that or not I don't care. And I didn't care much about my weight lately (I knew I was bigger but just figured Darik could handle the extra curves :-) until my pants stopped fitting me. And my mom gave me size 11 hand me down jeans that fit perfectly!! AAAAH! So I decided I need to get it under control and I decide to cut the junk food out of my diet I've picked up from couponing (hello fruitsnacks) and exercise. The conflict here is that I have horrible knees. I had to quit track in junior high because I would run and then get home and not even be able to walk and just have to crawl around the house. The doctors said they weren't sure what was going on . . . tendinitis, arthritis, and the onset of rheumatoid arthritis were all some ideas thrown around. Whatever it was/has been/is; it makes workouts difficult (esp my treadmill). So I've had to start out slow, but going 1.5 miles walk/run for two weeks I didn't lose ONE pound!! It was so hard to keep it up . . . until Darik gave me the gift of motivation with one slip of the tongue (that is not code). So now when I feel like not working out I just think about how FATTRACTIVE I have become. Even if I haven't lost a pound now for a month, still works like a charm! Thanks babe! :-)