I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror last night and was treated to a photograph from our day in Yorktown. I look happy, but boy, am I fat! I suppose we must use the o-word: obese. How did this happen to someone like me? I eat too much, and I don’t exercise. It’s really quite simple, isn’t it? But solving the problem sometimes seems impossible.<\/p>\n
I was walking pretty regularly in the fall and then the end of the semester hit. I kept it up a bit, but certainly wasn’t going every day, the way I had been. The good news is that I’ve gone walking two days in a row and today I will get two walks in because we are going to the property. I don’t mind walking, and today I downloaded a weight loss guide<\/a> and an Amelia Peabody mystery from Elizabeth Peters. And the weight loss guide just suggested that you listen to books on tape.<\/p>\n So far today, all I’ve eaten is a banana. I know I should eat a bigger breakfast, but I am experimenting with eating every few hours. I’ll feed Bob pizza for lunch and I’ll work on last night’s salad. I just feel the need to really cut back at least for a few days…get a sense of what it means to be hungry and start ridding my body of the junk food toxins.<\/p>\n This is going to be hard, but I am just tired of thinking about it, being afraid of looking at pictures, just feeling like a failure when there is so much success in the rest of my life. So, I am a pretty smart woman and I know what has to happen. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror last night and was treated to a photograph from our day in Yorktown. I look happy, but boy, am I fat! I suppose we must use the o-word: obese. How did this happen to someone like me? I eat too much, \u2026 Continue reading