Peer pressure at the gym

Going to the gym is a humiliating experience when you're morbidly obese (or, God forbid, super morbidly obese).  In general, you already feel self-conscious about how you look but there are certain places, like the gym, where that's especially pronounced... 

Caught again!

My trainer, Flaminia ("Fla"), hasn't monitored my food diary in many months because I got the hang of it.  The evidence has been that the scale numbers keep going down, albeit slowly.  I've been very good on my own, but, somehow, she seems to know when I stray.  I think she's got a built-in "Vilma radar."  GRRRRR!!!!!!

My latest reward to myself: cycling shoes!

I explained in my earlier post titled "Rewarding success with food" that instead of rewarding my weight-loss success with food like I always did before, nowadays I reward myself by sometimes buying something that I can use to continue my journey...

I'm so proud of myself (spin story) !

Yesterday I went to TWO spin classes:  my regular Monday morning class at Total Woman ("TW"), my gym, then I trained with Flaminia ("Fla"), my trainer, in the afternoon (we worked on arms), and in the evening Fla subbed at a hoity-toity gym in downtown Los Angeles and she invited me to attend her spin class.  I can't believe I said, "Sure." 

Rewarding success with food

When I had lost about 40 lbs. through Weight Watchers by late spring of 2013, I told a friend about my success and then added, "I did so well that I went out and got a piece of cake to celebrate."  Her response completely caught me off guard...

Trappings of unhappiness

For many years I've felt trapped.  Trapped by my weight, trapped by my finances, trapped by my dilapidated house, trapped by the clutter in my house, trapped by my stressful job......