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 ->

I have to be honest with you. Nothing major to report this week. I’m keeping close track of calories and it’s paying off. Yeah, I stood on that bitch scale a couple of times. Dysfunctional? Absolutely! But you deserve to know the truth. Breakups are tricky and sometimes you go back to your comfort zone whether it’s good for you or not. In any case, recording food on My Fitness Pal (feel free to add me: lorihasfun) has helped keep me on track and not get sloppy with calories.

I’m still enjoying the gym much to my surprise … Continue reading ->

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 ->

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 ->

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 ->

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 ->

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 ->

What’s that? Why yes, I did have a fine time in Maui. It was my first time in Hawaii, so I learned what I love and what I don’t. Helicopter trip – cool but nauseating. Luau – cheesy and too expensive. Snorkeling tour – DING DING DING! More of these, please! Whale watching – YES! I even know what the peduncle arch is now. I know it sounds like a feline ‘come hither’ ritual, but it’s not.

Our fab receptionist … Continue reading ->

I’m writing from Maui. I understand it’s been a long winter, so if you have any impulse to slap me for being here, I do understand and prefer you do it on my arse. Thank you.

My will to eat healthy has been having an all-out battle with my will to ‘let it all go because I’m on vacation.’ What I fear I’ll regret is letting myself be eaten up (pun intended) with worry about it instead of being a carefree soul on vacation.

The first couple of days, I ate healthy and even went to … Continue reading ->

I’m writing this hurriedly this morning because when I could’ve been writing in the last couple of days, I chose to do other things. Did I just whap you in the face with my raw honesty? Yeah. Let me kiss that better.

Biggest news of the week – I WENT TO THE GD GYM! I met Meg Brown, Fit Bitch at Goodlife on Sunday morning, which clearly makes the gym my place of worship. Har har. Typical of facing fears, when faced with the actual task, you simply put one foot in front of the other and … Continue reading ->