I wasn't going to share this but I figure failures are just as important as successes, so here I go. After losing 25 pounds and feeling oh so good about myself, I found I had bursitis in my hips and my doctor advised I stop walking until the pain went away. He gave me some exercises to do to help my hips and after reading them, I promptly went out and bought an exercise mat since several of them were floor exercises. Then I went on vacation and proceeded to slowly sink back into my old lifestyle. This morning I stepped on the scale and saw the weight gain and my heart sank. I wish I could say I was surprised, but I really wasn't. Biscuits and gravy, cookies, pies, potato soup, ham, frittatas, omelets, ice cream, tacos, pizza, and no exercise all adds up. And that sluggish, aching feeling was trying to tell me something - if I would only listen! I started listening yesterday then continued ignoring. But this morning as I sat on the porcelain throne I looked at the scale and decide to step on it. Then I took the cardboard off the exercise mat, opened it out and started a simple resistance exercise routine. After roughly 30 minutes my muscles felt like rubber and I was breathing pretty hard. I fought through the cool down and laid back on my bed wondering why I had let myself lose the muscle mass I had fought so hard to gain earlier this year. I guess I'm just lazy by nature and I will have to always fight against my basic nature. Anyway, here I go again trying to regain that healthy lifestyle and lose 78 pounds. I'll be walking tomorrow after work. Now I'm going to focus on the eating part of this thing...um journey. I'm off to see the wizard...