Motivation or a Sad, Sad Cry for Help?

Day 1 was easy.  Except for the Fed Ex guy bringing my shoes from Endless which, of course, I had to try on in the middle of the twenty minute workout.  They are for the wedding, after all, which is why I made this painful ultimatum to myself.  Trying to walk in 3.5 inch heels are, in itself, a workout.  But trying to fit into this is what’s at stake here.

Oh, and except for two Beans who insisted on participating and barking orders like, "Lift your head up Momma!  Like her!" and "Kick harder Momma!  Like this!" 

We’ll see how it goes.  Either I’ll be posting, reading and shopping on the Internet to my heart’s content or my sweet Delly will wander the days lonesome for a warm touch and a willing lap.  At least, by making my ultimatum to myself public, I’m a little accountable, right?

Let’s hope so.  Ten pounds to go.