I'm Number One

I am officially the fattest person in my family.

Oh fuck.

Now, I'm used to being the smartest, cutest and funniest. But those are titles I'm proud to claim. Fattest, though I've been in the running for the top spot for about 7years, I actually tried to avoid.

You've seen that Craig is quickly joining the ranks of the anorectics. And mom, in her own battle of the bulge, hit the 206 mark this week. At this point, I'd just be happy with 246.

So in addition to fattest, I need to make hay to gain the titles of 'healthiest eating' and 'works out the most'. Craig has agreed to purchase me some training sessions for my combined anniversary-Christmas-VDay gift. And my schedule shall continue to permit water aerobics two days a week. Fall is quickly approaching but weekend walks are certainly in the cards for another month or two. And now that I know I can handle the hellish-est of Ultimate Fitness, let's see what an easy day there looks like, shall we?

Because this is one area in which I wanted to be the biggest loser instead of the reining champ.