Tomorrow we officially start our FFF - Fit for Friday, achieve our goals event.
As only Amy can, I am at the starting gate celebrating with a full on Thursday Night Binge. I went out for dinner.
Couldn't make up my mind.
Went with a SAMPLER platter.
And the whole Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae.
Came home, phat and happy, with a food baby and a sugar high.
Then I told Eric on our "Good night, Sweetheart" call and he said,
"AMY LYNN! Step away from the bowl, you little phatty."
(Mind you, I'm his "phatty", never "fat". He supports my weight loss goals because I want to lose the weight. He loves me all sizes.)
I made some snide comment about him never being home so what did it matter. Oh boy! That was not a good idea.
"You're lucky I'm not home right now," he said sternly over the phone, "or you would be marching upstairs to get my belt!"
I beamed. "Tell me more!"
"I'd bend you over the kitchen counter and whip your mouthy butt."
I gushed. "And then what?!"
"Then I'd undo your zipper, slide your jeans down to your ankles, and spank that bare ass for eating all that crap."
"Oh honey," I squealed with delight, "Come home NOW!!!"
He wants to. I want him to.
Sixteen days will fly by and then I will happily be nestled in his arms. Perhaps, even a few pounds lighter than I am today!
Good night all.
Tomorrow.... we begin.