Yo-Yoing my way through

I've hit a rut.

The weight, it stays the same.

I feel like a yo-yo. Sometimes I'm like the yo-yo moving up the string and love (I mean am content) with where my weight is.

Most often, though, I'm like the yo-yo on it's downhill descent to ice cream and french fries and anything and everything that isn't good for the waistline.

I blame it on the weather...oh it's so cold outside and I need to hibernate for the next three months.

Or I blame it on the fact that I have a toddler and the fact that if I'm going to win that "Mom of the Year" award that I can't deprive him of anything worth putting in his mouth.

And still other times I blame it on good ole "Gertie." Yes, ladies, you know who I'm talking about. That ever-present "silent" figure that appears not so subtly every month to wreak havoc on any weight-loss progress that I've made.

And so the cycle continues. I put the blame out there on someone or something when really it should be ME stopping my hand from inserting something into my mouth. Ever have this problem?

All this food talk has made me hungry; I think I'll go have a cookie.

And so the cycle continues...