What Did I Just Do?

It seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed like the perfect motivation. But now, now, I'm wondering just what did I get myself into. 
See, I've put on a few pounds. OK, OK, more like 5 or 6 pounds. And that may not seem like a lot, but for someone who is only 4'10" those pounds can really make a difference. And every day it seems like I say the same thing over and over. "Today is a new day." "Starting over today." "Today, I'm going to eat in moderation." 
And last week as I put my jeans (that I haven't worn in awhile) on, they were very snug - uncomfortably snug - on the borderline of ripping snug. What did I do? I told myself that I hadn't worn jeans in awhile, and I didn't remember how tight they were. 
And then it was time to pull out the colder gear running clothes. REALITY.HIT.ME.IN.THE FACE (or more like the gut). They were tight, gulp. And when I was at the outlet mall, the size I'm currently wearing was tight, and the bigger size almost fit and wasn't totally loose like in the past. 
The truth is here. My out of control eating has caught up with me. And either I'm going to get it under control, or I'm going to need some bigger clothes. I can no longer hide the fact that my splurges at the coffee shop along with several candy bars a day had caught up with me. 
It was time. So I told Hubby that I really needed an incentive. I needed something (other than getting back into my clothes) to motivate me to stick with it. TADA, I had a brilliant idea. If I lose the weight, I get to have a Spa Day at the Hershey Spa. At first he was reluctant, but then I could see him thinking that the chances of me doing this might be slim, so he said sure. (keep in mind he's heard me start over almost every day for the last few months). But this is where he gets me, he added a stipulation for if I didn't lose the weight. 
See, I don't iron. In fact, when we were dating I remember telling him that I don't iron. I don't intend to iron. I won't be ironing. I'm not gonna iron. So I'm telling you that ironing isn't my thing. Hubby on the other hand irons. He irons his shirts. He irons his jeans. He irons. And I've kept true to this no iron thing. In the last 6+ years I have maybe ironed just a few times for him (and usually he has re-do it). I think you get the point. I don't iron. 
So Hubby says, if I lose the weight (and inches) by January 1, 2014 I get to go to the Hershey Spa for a day. If I don't lose the weight (and inches) then I will start ironing. I think my first reaction was "Huh?" He repeated it as I looked at him with the deer in the headlights look. 
And then I said. "OK, we have a deal". 
And that's how we got to this post. I'm less than 24 hours into this change of eating thing, and I'm really hoping I'm not ironing our clothes for the rest of our lives. 

******* Post Updated 12/19/13 Due to my calf injury (Injury Update - MRI results), Hubby and I have extended our bet to January 15 instead of January 1. 
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  1. Replies
    1. Thank you.. I sure hope so. I really HATE to iron ha ha

  2. Wow, a lot at stake here! You can do it, Hershey Spa supposed to be awesome I hear.

  3. You can totally do this! Ironing is a great bet, I don't iron either, we actually don't even own an iron! HA!

  4. You can do it! As a wedding decorator who gets more of her fair share of ironing, I really don't wish it upon anyone!

    1. I truly hate it... hopefully it will be the motivation I need to win this bet and stay away from the sweets!

  5. I don't iron unless it's completely necessary - that would be a dealbreaker for me! :)


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