I have been on a roller coaster of dieting lately. And I say dieting because I know that my methods right now are temporary at best. I have been doing core… but I am not very good at it. I quit writing down the food I eat because it is supposed to be core and so no need to count points, right? Right. The only thing is, I have been eating a lot more (I can feel it).

So, I am considering a temporary metabolism boost from top diet pills and then back on to counting points. I am at a plateau but am confident I can lift out of it. What can I say? The last few weeks have been rough and I am off track. However, I am getting back on and I think that is the most important thing.

When thinking about cigars, I imagine a glamorous scene between two business men who are celebrating a new deal. I think of men who become fathers for the first time and hand out a cigar to each friend and family member as a symbol of celebration.

There are certain objects, products, etc. that bring to mind a celebration. A cigar is one of them. It symbolizes a good day, a new chapter, and a job well done.

Besides the cigar, what are other objects that can be used as a symbol for celebration?

I saw a rerun of the show “Ruby”. Dearest Ruby and all of her horse tack. This episode, she rode a horse for the first time. Being a heavy gal all her life, she was concerned that she would break the horse’s back. It was kind of agonizing to see her agonizing over riding the horse. She finally did get on the horse’s back and found that everything would be find. It was like another mile-marker of accomplishment on her journey.

I know that feeling.

I recently went bra shopping.

Back story: because of my weight, I went from underwire bras (the wires always came out… too pokey) to bras without underwire (comfort and bigger sizes). It wasn’t a great day. Because it was the day I realized that I had kind of reached the point of no return. At that point, I had lowered my clothing choices down that much further.

Anyway… so I recently went bra shopping and I bought what I knew to be my regular size. The next morning, I decided to put on my new bra (nothing better than new undergarments!). And you know… it was too big. I sat there on the bed in kind of a dumbfounded stupor. Too big? I had been used to the “too small” song and dance that seemed to be the theme of my life for the past 6 years. I was used to things getting smaller as I got bigger. Kind of like an Alice in Wonderland on obesity.

But… it truly was too small. And for a moment I got kind of sad. Because in that moment I didn’t really realize that I was actually getting smaller. All I knew is that one more article of clothing (and it really was a pretty bra!) was not the right size. Heh. But then I quickly shook myself out of that mindset. Helloo!

Because I realized that a smaller bra size meant *MORE* choices not less! And it meant that all of this hard work I have been putting in is actually working!

Was there ever a moment while on your weight-loss path that you actually had the opposite reaction than what most people, even yourself would expect?