It’s hard to believe, but Chris and I will be celebrating our 10^th wedding anniversary this June. There were some who said we wouldn’t make it 6 months (you know who you are). But make it we have!

10 years and 2 kids later, I’m definitely not the svelte vixen I was back then. I am in shape—round is a shape, isn’t it? Actually, for those who know me, I have lost 35 pounds since last May. The bad news is I still have over 30 pounds to go. Gah! Fortunately, I have the help of modern medicine.

While I enjoy the kickstart my weight loss drugs have provided, I know I also have to modify my behaviors—I won’t be on drugs forever. This is proving to be more difficult than I imagined. It’s not like I go around chowing down on everything in sight. One of my problems is actually the opposite—I don’t eat often enough. As a result, my body conspires against me fights to keep every calorie since it worries there won’t be another meal coming for weeks. ((Thanks to our Neanderthal ancestors for the keep-it-just-in-case gene.))

Another bad habit which is directly related to the problem above is that when I do eat, my portion control is out of control. I eat too much, usually too fast. Oh, and let’s not forget that by the time I realize I’m hungry the evil side of my brain has taken over and a salad just won’t cut it.

Problem #3. Exercise. Between the duties of being a wife, a mother (times 2), an employee, and a zoo keeper, there’s not a lot of time to eek out 30-60 minutes of exercise a week, let alone a day. Sure, I could get up at 6:00 a.m., but I just don’t see that happening anytime soon. To say that I am NOT a morning person is an understatement. I guess I could stop blogging. Hah! My getting up at 6:00 a.m. is more likely to happen.

So that’s where I am. Stuck between a diet drug and bad habits. Something’s gotta give.