I loved the "My butt has it's own Zip code" intro, I wish I had something witty to introduce myself with, but alas I don't.
My name is Cynthia, I'm 38, mother to 3 children and wife to 1 husband (just wanted to put that out there, there are so many reality TV shows with sister wives and such
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I came to the realization that I need to do something about my weight just before Christmas, I was getting ready for my husband's company Christmas party and every skirt/nice pants/dress I put on in my closet was way too small. I wanted to cry, but of course I couldn't start changing my lifestyle right there, it was CHRISTMAS for god sake! There were Christmas goodies that needed to be eaten. I ate my way through Christmas and then it was New Years Eve and well, I couldn't ring in the New Year with water, what would the neighbors say? Yes, I like to put things off, I'll find any reason.
Here it is the second week of January and wouldn't you know it, I stepped on the scale on Monday and it has gone up 8lbs since December... What? How can my body betray me like this? I mean I had the idea of eating healthier and running on my treadmill, it's the idea that counts right? My body should take into account that I thought about doing these things, right?
I guess I'm going to have to take things in my own hands, roll up my selves and actually do the hard work, yes at 38 years old I realized that I actually am going to have to do the work to see the results there is no magic pill/cure. I have a 30lb weight loss goal, that I am going to divide up into 5lb mini goals, I know I will need to feel some kind of satisfaction that I am on the right path and mini goals hopefully will keep me working toward my main goal... too fit my big bubble butt into those out of style pants hanging in my closet.
Hi - I'm new and I don't have a snappy intro title
Dhani 
