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Success!
From Kristen: I was having a very rough day and wanted to order pizza so badly. But then I saw my new pants had arrived in the mail. They looked too small, but they fit perfectly! I am now two sizes down and so happy. (I still want pizza…but this motivated me to resist.)
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Mirror, mirror on the wall. Is that me?
From Gerry: When you look in the mirror, who do you see?
For most of my life, the answer to that question was no one … because my eyes were closed. It’s a great coping mechanism for someone like me who can only see flaws. I’d include a list of those flaws here but it’s long and depressing. Besides, I’m guessing many of you have a list of your own and don’t need to hear mine.
Weighty commitment making her a little cranky
From Gerry: When I was offered the opportunity to participate in the Fittest Loser Challenge and write about the experience, my co-workers were quick to offer suggestions on what to name my column. “The Whiniest Loser” was by far the biggest vote-getter. As they learned more about the rigors of the contest, I think they felt sorry for me and decided to opt for the kinder, gentler “Our Fittest Loser.”
Seven weeks in, I’m thinking they should have gone with their first instinct. I’m definitely whining now. I realize over the last several weeks, I’ve complained, pouted and told long-suffering tales of the travails of exercise, all with a hint of humor. Not today.