I could have reached my goal twice over by now but instead, I’ve been maintaining for the past 5 months. I suppose that’s something…last time I lost weight, I think I only lasted two or three months before I began putting weight back on. But still - I haven’t plateaued, I’ve just gotten lazy.

My co-workers introduced me to iced lattes…that hasn’t helped…

I have access to my roommate’s bathroom scale. That definitely hasn’t helped…

I have more money and I’ve spent too much of it on pizza…one of the few downsides to living near civilization and not in the country - easy access to treats.

I’ve worked out 3 of the past 4 days but not enough to make up for the crap I’m feeding myself.

Some part of me is insisting that I rest here, I’ve done enough, just rest here. But I know I don’t like how heavy my thighs are, I don’t like the bit of fat I carry around my midsection, and I want to get physically tougher. The part of me that is happy to rest on its laurels needs cut out like a cancer.