Getting sick is a really bad weight loss strategy.  Except when it's a good one. This was a week when I would be travelling and hanging out with friends.  Which meant that eating might be a problem and exercise almost surely would.  I tried to be good with the eating and was probably OK.  A... Continue Reading →

That terrible moment just before you step on the scale. Victory or defeat?  Yes, I'm not supposed to think about them that way.  It's a marathon, not a sprint.  It's a lifestyle not a diet. Blah, blah, blah. Every week it's victory, no matter how small, or defeat, no matter how small. I got the... Continue Reading →

Well, if it was easy I wouldn't need to lose the weight in the first place. Let me be honest.  I had not one, not two but three meals this past week of pizza and wings. Seriously?  How stupid is that?  So the number at the end is hardly surprising.  Hell, given the uneven exercise... Continue Reading →

But, but, but... I was better about my eating.  Not great but better. I exercised 5 out of the 7 days.  I even exercised TWICE on one of those days. And the result was minimal.  Sigh. Then I remind myself that this happens some times.  Your body will take some time to adjust.  That it's... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving.  Christmas.  New Year's.  Travelling.  Road Food.  Birthday. What do all of these things have in common? They're all excuses.  They are the excuses that I have been using for two months now to explain why I have not lost any weight.  Why I haven't exercised.  Why I'm not eating right.  I want them to... Continue Reading →