I've come to realise that I don't actually have to lose 10 pounds. Nope.
It's actually 20.
Whooot!
Oh well. At least my relationship is still going boffo. The gal has announced that she, too, has to shed some weight. Starting yesterday, I began cooking again. Turns out that over the last 2 months we've been poster kids for eating out. How did that happen? I can't stand a joint where I have to sit at an actual table and act like a grown up.
Laziness is an crazy, crazy thing.
So is my inability to get out of bed and go rowing.
Someone send motivation, STAT!