Well I am sitting at my desk at work with half a Whatchamacallit in my mouth pondering just how I ended up at this plateau I have hit. I was doing so great… I had lost about 25 pounds already and went down about two clothing sizes… things were fitting me pretty great and I even was happy at what I saw in the mirror. Well the last few weeks I have been very up and down emotionally…. Me and my husband split up (my decision) and got back together, we moved back into Houston to be closer to my family and my new nephew, I got a promotion at work and am now one of the big wigs here, and I simplified a lot in my life… downsized on toxic friends, and whatever else was not helping me in any way. I think that I ended up gaining back about 6 pounds because when my husband came back home, I started cooking more for him, we would go out to eat, and his way of showing me affection and that he was thinking of me was to bring me treats when he got home from work… an ice cream cone from Mc Donalds, or a Junior sundae from Dairy Queen. He and I would sit on the patio and eat them and talk about the day or whatever was going on. See he loves to eat. And he doesn’t gain weight (so unfair!!) but me on the other hand, I am sure I am in the same boat as some of you as to where I look at food and I gotta pull my fat jeans out. But anyway, my sister just had a baby so she is wanting to get back into shape as well, so we made a plan to do it together and now that I live two blocks away instead of two towns away, it will be much easier. Hope it works!! I’ll keep you posted….