Christmas will be here next Sunday and I am not a size 16. I am still an 18 and have yet to fit into a 16. I am not losing much weight at all but it's my fault. I hate exercising and it's been so cold lately that I am not motivated to go walking or do anything outside...bottom line is I am lazy. And that's why I got fat in the first place. I am down to 212 pounds. So I am hoping that by the middle or end of January I am under 200, that would make me happy. I haven't been under 200 in so long, I am not quite sure what I will do. My friend Joy seems to think I will have a break down, but I know myself better than that. I know I will be happy and I will have to go buy myself some new jeans or something to celebrate the occasion.
I am really hoping that after the first of the year Mike can get the surgery done. I know he wants it so bad, and I want him to have it. His new insurance at Cingular is much better than my insurance here at the hospital, so hopefully they will cover most of it. I believe it is with United Healthcare and I think they do cover it but we will have to call and make sure once he gets benefits after the first of the year.
