I Think I've Killed Him

My poor husband, that is!

We decided that we might as well hit the ground running with the exercising even though I don't have to worry about it until next week, technically. So I've been back to sweating with the oldies for the past 3 days and Michael's been on the treadmill while I've been dancing around the living room.

Tonight, we had a bigger than normal dinner--or heavier anyway. And so I finished "sweatin'" and he finished "treadin'" and now he's snoring away on the couch.

Poor little angel. I wuvs him.

He's doing really great too. He isn't yet joining WW, following Talmadge's idea of "I'll just do what you're doing, honey, and not pay for it." He's cut his food consumption in half. It's amazing. We're both excited and hopeful. It definitely helps to have right next to me! :)