Break on through - to the other side

February was starting to look like a bad month. By bad month, I mean no significant weight loss. And by no significant weight loss, I mean I was staring at a possible zero loss for the month. Ugh. Then along came yesterday morning.

Down off the bounce

Finally, my body seems to have gotten itself together. "Bad, body, bad!" I say that as if other forces other than what I did contributed to the bounce I went through within the last week and a half.

January and the wagon

If I was an alcoholic, I would have this to say of the last two weeks: I'm off the wagon. The wall. It hit back. But I soldier on.