Before we moved to Ohio, we joked with our Seattle friends about all the weight we were going to gain from eating casseroles.
Ummm.. not a joke. It's real life.
Chris and I have both expanded our waistlines since arriving in the midwest. Like, a lot. We now weigh more than we ever have. While I would love to blame it on gravy, pie, Pillsbury crescent rolls, and cheese, I know I am responsible for what and how much I eat.
I've gotten lazy, and have fed my emotions with food. Happy, sad, frustrated, impatient, blissful, excited, stressed.. there is always a way to cope with food. Food is a passion of mine, too. So, there's that. Bottom line: it's time to make a change.
Despite the New Year's cliché, hubby and I are ready to get back to good health. I will miss that second helping of cake, but I won't miss the extra calories or the bigger pants size.
If you're making a change of your own, high five to you!