My nemesis
Like many middle-aged Americans, I have done my fair share of dieting, losing weight only to gain it back over time. After my ex husband vacated the premises...oh yeah, stories there...I lost 75 pounds, did my first Triathlon, and felt healthy and young again. But sadly, after my job changes created a more sendentary life style and medication after cancer surgeries, I gained much of the weight back. I have been religious about exercise most of my life but have found consistency is my enemy with the Midwest winters and the physical battles. Wow, how is that for excuses? Yup, have to fess up to relying on excuses for my couch potatoe butt. So, I recently signed up for a 12 week Survivor Program at my gym. Started with 68 people and we are down to 23. The worst part is every Sunday night I dream that my scale somehow isn't calibrated right and that I'm going to get to the gym and will have gained weight.
This morning I hit 35 pounds lost and have survived elimination for another week. I could technically say 35.4 pounds, but who am I kidding? One look at a Starbucks Frappucino and that .4 would be history.
On the Intermissions page I have included some website links and some things I have found helpful along the way.
This morning I hit 35 pounds lost and have survived elimination for another week. I could technically say 35.4 pounds, but who am I kidding? One look at a Starbucks Frappucino and that .4 would be history.
On the Intermissions page I have included some website links and some things I have found helpful along the way.
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