Last September, I had some friends over.

Being women, we were all sort of sitting in my living room complaining a bit about some weight we had gained. All of us.

We were bummed about it.

I showed my friends the treadmill I have set up in our "TV room."
I told them I planned to really buckle down, and diet for Christmas.
I was really going to start exercising regularly.
To lose the pounds I'd gained.


One of them said, "You really don't have any excuse, do you."


It was like a lightening bolt.
A poke in the eye.
A slap in the face.
Cold water.


She was absolutely right.
Absolutely.
I really don't have any excuse.


Excuse me now.
I've gotta go get on that treadmill.


RJ

Fighting the Gloom

After dieting and exercising, and then going to Weight Watchers last week and actually GAINING a pound and a half, well I fell off the wagon.

I was so angry.
I said, "the hell with it. Why bother."

I have spent the last week eating whatever I wanted at breakfast, lunch and dinner.

But I KNOW why I have to "bother."
Because if I don't...things will just get worse.
I will not maintain.
I will gain.

So I've crawled back up on the wagon again.
And I'm going to try to hold on.

With my greasy little fingers.

Failure

Good God.

I went to Weight Watchers Thursday evening.
I felt good about myself.
I had been good on my diet for two weeks.
Not even a smidgen of pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving.

When I weighed in...the leader said:
"Good news. You only went up a pound and a half over the holiday!"

WENT UP A POUND AND A HALF????!!!
GOOD NEWS!!!!?????????????

I was absolutely depressed and dejected.
I don't know what the answer is.