An interesting phenomenon often happens when members of the human race decide to start a diet. The process goes something like this:
Step 1: Eat a half-cup of steamed broccoli.
Step 2: Run to the scale to see if you’re skinny yet.
Step 3: Groan while standing on the scale — after disrobing, of course.
Step 4: Take frustrations out on chocolate and chips — clothing optional.
If patience is deemed to be a virtue on an everyday basis, then the patience required on a diet is the equivalent of Mother Theresa.
Looking back at the last 11 months, I’ve had 13 different weigh-ins during my 141.8-pound weight loss journey that I’d consider between a slight bummer and extremely disappointing. Honestly, the struggles have been as important, if not more important, than the successes. [Continue reading]