Motivation comes from random places

Yesterday was our 3-year anniversary. We aren't big on celebrating and stuff like that, so instead of doing something like a normal couple would do, we took the boys to visit a sunflower farm planted by Prayers from Maria. It's a non-profit that was formed by Maria's parents after she died to help raise awareness and funds for glioma research. We were there for quite a while and took well over 200 pictures. Those who follow me on Facebook should be relieved that I only posted about 50 of them. I have to admit that when I was trying to explain the purpose to William, I shed a few tears. I can't even imagine going through anything like that with my little boys (see following happy smiley faces!).

Another thing I realized as I was posting these pictures is that I SERIOUSLY need to work on losing some weight. Bending over, kneeling on the ground and getting myself back up after taking pictures was NOT glamorous, and I don't want to be like that for my boys. I am 50 pounds over what I deemed as acceptable 15 years ago, and even then, THAT weight was a good 25 pounds or more than where I should be. I refrained from posting some of those photos just because of the way I looked. I'm 41 years old and have had two babies, but that's still no excuse. I also have PCOS, but that can only be used as an excuse for so long. So tonight I re-upped my Weight Watchers membership. If I lose 10 pounds in the next 2 months, they will refund my first 2 months of membership fees. Plus if you use eBates, they give you back $5 for signing up.So if I can manage to lose 10 pounds in the next 2 months, it's basically costing me $5. What do I have to lose ... other than 50 pounds? Plus, my husband works for Target, who just announced that they are giving all of their employees free FitBits. He feels like he doesn't want to deal with that, I at least talked him into getting it anyway because it's FREE. My knock-off FitBit doesn't sync with WW, so if all else fails, I can swap mine out for his and see if I can make it work. When I told my husband what I did, he looked at me and said that I must really be motivated this time around. He has never really said much about my weight other than an occasional comment (which is directed more at me feeling bad about myself and not really reflective of how HE feels about it), and that if I'm happy, he's happy but he doesn't want to be married to a toothpick. Alrighty then! So here we start a new journey. Wish me luck!