I have done the unthinkable. No, I did not sign up to walk from here in the Midwest to Disneyworld in Florida. THAT would have been easier, and probably have taken less time and involved less aggravation.

(Backstory: I found a note from my husband from a few years ago, trying to motivate me, suggesting that my big treat for losing some weight would be a trip to Disneyworld. I LOVE Disneyworld! How can you NOT love a place where they serve your dinner-roll-butter in the shape of little mickey statues!?! And it would be STUNNING to stay at one of the hotels on site! In an ideal world, I'm thinking that Thanksgiving week would be the best, but who knows? Between here-and-now and there-and-then is a huge chasm full of fat. So, how much weight do I need to lose to achieve Nirvana aka Disney, you ask? Well, hang on to your cookie. I need to lose 100 pounds. There. I typed it outloud )

So, we have arrived at the point where I did The Unthinkable. I told the kids that if I lost a hundred pounds, we were going to Disney. (Big pause as you grasp the significance of telling three chidlren ages 5,7,9 that the only thing standing between them and bliss is ... fat)

Yep, fat is now the enemy. We made a chart. We weigh on Thursdays and for each pound lost they get to color in one square. Ron looked at me suspiciously as I explained this and asked "But what will happen if you lose negative pounds?" We have decided that at that point we'll use stickers to move me back and have to re-color the stickers before I can go on to fill in the next square. He's all about anticipating the problems and avoiding them. Which is why he's told me No More Sugar. I think he means for as long as I live.

Which would probably be easier than what Lee suggested glibly while rubbing his hands together. "First you can run around the block a few times, and then push-ups and pull-ups and you have to grunt while you do sit-ups. I can show you how to do jumping-jacks and cart-wheels. Cart-wheel are really good for shaking loose the fat!"

(Big Pause for you to imagine me shaking loose lots of fat by doing cart-wheels!)

I think we'll be learning a lot about nutrition in the next few months. Apparently I have to justify Every. Single. Bite I put in my mouth. Lee is all about being the Excercise Police and Cassie has a way of slipping up on me and looking at me with her eyebrows raised and then looking at my apple and looking at me again that makes her more like the Food Police, and Ron is all about the chart.

All though, he did walk up to me out of the blue today and said "I trust you. I trust ithat you can lose that weight so we can go to Disney. I know you can do it, Mom!" He immediated dashed off, sure he had been supportive enough.

We'll see how this goes, having several small eyes watching your every bite, and several small brains thinking of ways to remind you and motivate you. Its like I have three live-in trainers!

And, thus begins ... the Death-march toward Disney!