Hello dearhearts,

I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t rebrand this blog as Maintaining Lori rather than Losing Lori. If you’ve been following along, you likely know that I haven’t lost much weight for quite some weeks now. Sometimes it’s really frustrating, particularly when I bust my ass to eat impeccably healthy (and yes, with an appropriately calculated caloric intake) and go to the gym three times a week and nothing happens. Sometimes I just have to laugh. Most of the time, I remind myself that living life with joy and enthusiasm is a far greater use of my time … Continue reading ->

Hello, you little dickens.

It’s two weeks post breakdown and I have to say I’m recovering nicely. I haven’t been militant with myself for several days. This is very important, I believe. I think there’s such a thing as weight loss burnout and it’s brought on by being consumed with the issue every minute or every day. I’ve also kept my promise to not rekindle my dysfunctional romance with the scale. The scale tried luring me to its lair the other day. I imagined looking at it and seeing that I had gained, then I walked away. The feelings that … Continue reading ->

Hello, generous therapists! I call ye that because of the beautiful avalanche of comments following last week’s “Lori’s having a breakdown” blog. It’s very easy to feel isolated when you’re in a frustrated, depressed place. When your comments appeared with such empathy, support, insight and hilarity, I felt so GD supported. I sincerely thank you. Also, I make a point to respond to every comment. Hopefully you get notification of that. Why do I do it? Well, because I love you… and, oh yeah, that pesky all-consuming need to make the world think I’m a saint. Bleeeaaagghhhh.

There was … Continue reading ->

Hello, and welcome to my breakdown.

On the outside, I’ve been enjoying my long weekend.

I did a radio remote at a hot tub place which went fairly well until the owner’s dog suddenly turned into a raging tornado in my arms and I almost dropped her. She peed a little on the counter, and likely on me but I was wearing black so it’s okay, and there was little damage except to my pride. Later, some listeners told the owner they heard me on the radio extolling the virtues of a new spa and they came in and bought … Continue reading ->

Hello! I missed you. Get in here.

So, as you know, I broke up with the scale last week. Not to over-dramatize, but it’s the same feeling as when you end an unhealthy friendship or relationship. For the first few days, I checked the scale. I thought, “Oh well, I don’t have to tell anybody so I won’t be judged. It’s not like we’re getting back together. I’m just checking in.” I’d steal into the bathroom and slide the scale out and take a look. The numbers were the same, so I’d walk away thinking, “See? That wasn’t so bad. … Continue reading ->

Breaking up is hard to do.

I’ve been seeing this guy at least once a week for 9 months. He’s always there when I need him, right where I left him. But he effs with my head. Or rather, I allow him to eff with my head. Yeah, it’s the scale, and I’m not happy with how he’s affecting me and my behaviour.

After having lunch with Meg, Fit Bitch, I started to mull over my relationship with the scale. I despise how strongly it affects me if the numbers don’t go down when I’ve worked hard all week. … Continue reading ->

Hello dearheart,

I don’t feel witty or pithy (that’s not pissy with a lisp btw) this week. That 4.5 lb loss a couple of weeks ago seems to be mocking me and saying, “Juuuust kidding. Scale malfunction. Psych!” What I thought was a kickass start to my Diet Bet now seems like a nasty hoax.

Last week I wrote about how the scale can’t have all the power. This week, I feel like Cruella the Bitch is hollering in my head. “Oh, you think you’ve conquered the scale mind-f*ck, Lori? We’ll see about that, Little Miss Well Adjusted & Mentally … Continue reading ->

Hello, you! Good to see you. Sorry about the mess. It’s homey though, right? No, not horny. Homey, ya smart aleck.

So, after my glittery, mind-blowing 4.5 lb loss last week, the scale almost immediately crept – nay, rocketed – upwards. Kudos to me for simply rolling my eyes and giving the scale the ‘oh-you-little-scamp’ look and walking away. I rolled my eyes because I hadn’t done anything to warrant a gain. Well, okay, I have become a thick-necked, muscle-headed, ‘roid poppin’ gym rat, but I have reservations about thinking I’ve erected that much muscle mass in less than … Continue reading ->

Bro, wassup dude? Wanna go lift? Come on in. Sorry if my neck gets in the way. I’ve been to the gym again so, in a nutshell… I’m ripped, bra.

Facing the intimidation of the gym was rough and I didn’t do it alone. Thank you to Meg Brown, Fit Bitch, for meeting me at the gym for my first time in 1,000 years and continuing to encourage and inspire me, complete with artful profanity. Thank you to Meg’s followers on Facebook whose comments about new people at the gym touched my heart and gave me the courage to … Continue reading ->