Weight Loss after Loss

The other day I stepped on the bathroom scale to discover that I weighed somewhere between "not so fit" and "could lose a few."

feet on a scale. The arrow on the scale points between "not so fit" and "could lose a few."
After Savannah's passing I had let myself slip into some bad eating habits, which is not uncommon among the bereaved: "comfort eating." I wasn't binging on half-gallon tubs of ice cream or chips and queso... I just wasn't eating healthy.

Before I knew it I had put on about 10 pounds. My pants grew snug and uncomfortable. Even those few pounds began to make me feel sluggish and added to a feeling of malaise.

It's been more than a year since she passed, so I decided it was time to lose the new weight.  I'm not a fan of diets. At work, there's always someone on a new fad diet of some sort, so I get to hear about all of them. With all the many expensive diet plans I've heard, I've decided to distill them down into a few simple steps below:

1. Commit to losing some weight
2. Eat less
3. Exercise more
4. Go back to step 1.

So far, I dropped five pounds with five more to go... the last five are the hardest.

Wish me luck.


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