Week one: Down 0 lbs?

Ok, so probably not down zero pounds this week. I was afraid to weigh myself just as the week stated, so I'm probably down about 2 lbs. I'm 230 exactly this a.m.

Worst part of the week: getting hungry or "hungry" around bedime.
Best part of the week: Not too many sweets cravings.

Baby is coming, you are getting fat.

We had a good lesson in Sunday School 2 weeks ago, which included a reading of the blessing Emma Smith wrote for herself at Joseph's request (he was in Carthage at the time.) It struck me that all she asked for, I would ask for: a spirit of discernment, wisdom is raising her children, a willingness and ability to act in union with her husband, and "that I may not...abuse my body and cause it to become prematurely old and care-worn."

Oh, dear.

That last one has really stuck with me. I've always been really bad about asking God for help with temporal things. But I need help with this. And I fear my weight will soon be getting in they way of things God would have me do, like having another child. Aside from that there's a list of benefits that I can't ignore:

• New eyeliner and jeans won't take off 30 lbs. I can't look any better than I do now until I loose weight.
• Someone's gotta take Liz in the ocean at playgroup this summer.
• Clothes and shoe shopping would be fun again.
• and more, I'm sure.

So, as baby Jemima Puddle-Duck (my working title for baby girl Cobabe) is coming in August, and as Aaron, Liz and I will all be seeing you around that time, I figured August is a good goal line. Loosing 31 lbs. by the end of August would be about 6 lbs. a month - not too bad. Why 31 lbs.? I want to see a "1" at the beginning of my weight when I step on the scale, and that will get me there. (Yep, you did the math right...oy.)

I'm setting a goal now of blogging every Monday night. Even a line or 2. I'll weigh in on Monday and post weight changes here.

Ok....go!