For years, I hated my body. I was too short, too stocky, not thin enough. I exercised like crazy. I counted calories. I measured and portioned out my food. I followed every dietary trend and fad that came down the pike. I lost weight. I gained weight. I lost weight again. And no matter what size I was, I still wasn't happy. I could never be happy where I was because I was always trying to get someplace else. I didn't feel good enough as I was. Eventually, I just got tired of
"No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions." -- Henry Ward Beecher Tis the season to be jolly. Tis also the season for mall, parking lot or road rage. In this day and age, we are busier than we have ever been before. Most of us are juggling full-time jobs, spouses, friends, children, and other social commitments. Throw a little "Deck the Halls" in there and it's enough to make your brain do a little more than "Fa la la la laaaaaaa", know what I'm
Lots of us have gone on and off diets. We are sucked in by the flashy infomercials, the sculpted people pushing the products, and the promise that we too can FINALLY lose the weight and have the bodies that we have always wanted, because, HAPPINESS. We try diet #1 and last for a while. Then, life happens, and we fall off. This is followed by intense amounts of guilt and shame for being so out of control. The solution? Diet #2, which is followed by #3, #4, #5... You get the pi
Hello, Monday, my old friend. Long time no see. When I was dieting, Mondays were always THE day. That was when I would "start" my new regime, whatever it happened to be at the time (hint: it was a diet cleverly disguised as a "lifestyle change"). I was filled with hope and resolve, because this would be the beginning of my new life! This is where I would shed the body fat that was the cause of all my misery and I would FINALLY have the life that I always dreamed of!