The One In Which I Vow to Reduce the Size of

my a** by getting up off of it.

In two months I will be 39 (for the first time, for reals). And to mark this momentus occasion, Bubs' cousin has decided to get married in Vegas that weekend. While marking my birthday might not have been her intention, it was so nice of her to throw a wedding that weekend so I would have an excuse to party in Vegas.

Every other time I've been to Vegas its been winter, so I've never gotten to go lounge by the pool while Bubs plays poker. So he has been looking into deals at the hotels with the nicest pools (how thoughtful).

But then a horrifying thought occurred to me. If we stayed at a hotel with a nice pool, I would actually have to put on a bathing suit and wear it in public. Yikes. That's not pretty for anyone involved.

So what's a girl to do? Well, I'm gonna try my hardest to lose 10 pounds by then. We're not going for bikini ready, maybe a tankini with a skirt (a long skirt).

So today I went to the gym for the first time in, well in a long time. And tomorrow I am scheduled to run a 5K, which is kind of ridiculous because I don't really run. Tuesday I am off to a Weight Watchers, instead of this pretend to do it on the interent but have no one hold you accountable stuff that I've been doing for the last 3 years.

And finally I'm gonna post how much I've lost here every week for all to read. You don't get to know the number on the scale just how much has come off (or not). So I'm counting on you all to kick my a** and help me make it smaller.