I can't avoid it anymore.
I won 4 sessions with a personal trainer at a charity event about a year ago. That's right, a whole year ago. I've tried to pawn them off to my husband in a great showing of self-sacrifice. However, they're about to expire and I have no other choice but to go in and hear the thing that makes a postpartum woman cringe:
Her body-fat check and BMI.
I know what's going to happen. He's not going to be impressed with my excuse that I had a baby a year ago. He won't be impressed that I went off sugar for the whole month of October. I also doubt that he will give me a high-five for doing yoga in the morning about once a week.
He's going to insist that I stop making excuses and start taking my health seriously.
In preparation, my husband is taking me out for cheese fries and buttercream cake tonight.
I, too, am ready to take my health seriously.