All FEBRUARY POSTS (59)
Doctor’s Orders: Stay Out of the Gym
It first appeared two weeks ago, an unbearably itchy patch of tiny bumps that covered the left and right sides of my back.
When Stress = Stress Eating
For me, stress equals stress eating. Doritos, pretzels, homemade caramel corn – things that crunch.
Blood Test Results: Exercise or Die
Personal training isn’t for me. It’s for masochists. Masochists with deep pockets, because it ain’t cheap.
12 Pounds Down, 88 to Go
I got on the scale Monday morning expecting at least a two-pound gain and had my pep talk all ready to go. Instead, it said I was down 3 pounds since Friday. I hopped on and off at least five times, moving it around the bathroom floor – you know how we do.
‘Don’t mean to be rude, but I didn’t ask for your advice’
It’s my fault. I’m fully capable of spewing a string of words so foul they would singe his nose hairs. But that wouldn’t be very polite now, would it?
Which Would You Rather?
Failed to mention that little cake serves eight. All together now: HAHAHAHAAA!
Obesity Economics 101
Want asparagus? Fuggedaboudit. Here in N.C., it’s “on sale” at $3.79/lb. That’s about the same as a family-sized bag of Doritos. Salmon, tilapia, flounder? The cost per pound is the same as a two-layer cake from the bakery.
My Doctor Checks What's In My Blood. In a Sense, So Does My Therapist.
Yes, I stood up for myself. No, I didn’t think it was worth it. After a lifetime of flinging about words so sharp they can shred a soul, what’s a few more? The aim is true. The scars, permanent.
Have You Ever Been Too Fat to Fly?
I will never, ever buy into the argument that obesity is a disability, and therefore covered by the Americans With Disabilities Act.
Like Grapefruit for Chocolate
Maybe I was just tired. Maybe it was carb poisoning. Maybe I really wanted a box of chocolates instead of a cup of grapefruit.
After Size 14, It’s Not a Secret Anymore
Victoria’s Secret is all decked out for Valentine’s Day. Suffice it to say the only thing in there I can wear are the perfumes.
Attack of the Creole Pork Roast
Working out and not eating for seven hours? Dumb, dumb, dumb. And embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing.
A Weight Loss Blog? Are You NUTS?!
Oprah. Carnie. Kirstie. Ruby. We’re all human, and that means we get our collective asses kicked by biology every time we attempt to diet, which is why diets don’t work.
Finding My Fitness Plan
If you keep searching for the “right” plan, you’ll never start. Just do it.
One Year, 100 Pounds
Introducing Leslie J. Ansley’s new blog on how she will finally shed some pounds in 2010.


















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