Last night we did the unthinkable. Twice.
First: without knowing it, we gave each other the same Chanukkah/Christmas present. A Nike FuelBand!
Then, shit got real: we got on the scale — in front of each other. Weigh and shame.
And while I won’t mention the results, I will share our goals. Before B’s book party — first or second week in May — I want to lose 7 pounds and he wants to lose 35.
Let the countdown begin: T-minus 4 months.
Have any advice / tips / tricks / recipes? Send ’em along — we can use all the help we can get.