Not the Biggest Loser

So, I wasn't the biggest loser. My man was.

We both gained some back. I'll leave him out of it...

A week ago I was back up to 143. Today I am 138ish. Back on Weight Watchers. I haven't quite motivated  myself to work out yet, and that's okay, too. One change at a time. Around this time of day, 1-2:00 pm I feel so motivated like I could do anything. But, by the time I get home I make dinner, clean up, maybe take a bath, give the boy a bath, put him to bed and I'm dead. I tell myself I'll wake up early the next day and I don't. So that's that.

On the home front - we settled on a piece of land with a track builder only to have that builder find us too difficult. Now we settled on new land elsewhere, same house, custom builder - he doesn't care if we want a helipad on the roof. This is better for us. Sort of. Many opportunities for the man to come up with "more ideas." I just want to start already...