I guess by now your January goal of weight loss, no smoking or whatever has gone by the way side. Here is the reason. Intolerance of our present situation creates our future. Until we hate being fat more than we like chocolate cake, there will be no change in our scale numbers.
For many of us the holidays are a sad season, full of past memories and lonely times.
After my morining trip to the scale this a.m. I came to this conclusion.
It is bad enough to be sad. But fat and sad is worse. Enough already. Lettuce anyone?