I feel like everyone is talking about weight loss lately. I am not working towards a specific goal right now except to take off the weight I have put back on since my major weight loss in 2012. If I lose some more after that I would be stoked, but at this point I would just like to get back down.
I was talking about this with Zach, who has been my friend forever. I am sure I've talked about him on this blog at some point, but here is my Zach history - we have been kindred spirits since first grade. He remembers when my dad came in to school to tell me that my baby brother had been born (and to bring it full circle, he will be my date to my brother's wedding this fall. Yes, my BABY brother is getting married before I do. But that's a story for another blog entry). I have always been the only girl around who isn't interested in sleeping with Zach. We refer to it as Zach-proof. I think I am the only girl alive who can make that claim.
Anyway, last night we were texting and I told him I was Operation Slim Down was in full effect. His next text made me gasp out loud:
"That's great! Wanna hold each other accountable? Report weights to each other every Sunday?"
Um.....no. I do not want to tell you what I weigh every Sunday. You are a BOY. Granted I am Zach-proof, but you are still a boy and I don't want to tell you how much I weigh.
I conveyed that message to my dear friend, and he basically told me to get over it and he would be anxiously awaiting my weigh in results this Sunday.
What do I do? Change my number? Move? Lie? I can't tell a boy what I weigh!
I have four days to figure out what to do about this dilemma.