The Lighter Side of Weight Loss: Chapter Twenty-one

The Lighter Side of Weight Loss
By Sandra Warholic Seeley

Chapter Twenty-one

Help! I’m stuck on a plateau. I’m thinking before I call for a Black Hawk helicopter rescue mission, perhaps I should try to help myself climb down the WW Mountain. There’s no need for an air evacuation just yet, although I have it on good authority that the Army personnel inside these beasts actually look forward to the challenge of accomplishing any mission. I will keep them on speed dial, just in case.

Make no mistake about it, our WW plateaus are active battlefields filled with danger. Should we just stagnate, and hope for weight loss? Should we whine about how the WW program is not working? Should we be jealous of all the Lifetime WW members whose fat just magically disappeared? Or should we stand up and fight for ourselves?

So as of right now, you have all been deployed. I’m moving you into position for military action. We have already formed a united front in this combat zone.Let’s get off this plateau together. Personally, I’m going back to our basic training. But this time, I’m exerting more effort. We can do better at tracking, portion control, more zero point foods, measuring (food and ourselves), weighing (food, not ourselves), water consumption, mindset, activity and reality checks.

Keep in mind that geographical plateaus are important. They are storehouses of minerals such as gold, silver, coal, iron and manganese. I have no idea why I need manganese, but perhaps these rich deposits on my plateau are causing weight gain. Therefore, I am limiting my manganese, and opting for more gold and silver on my downward trek off this mountain.

Let’s go troops. I’ll lead you in our military cadence:

I don’t know but I been told, zero points are good as gold! Sound off! One, two, Sound off! Three, four.

Until next week, keep marching downward, stay strong and be happier.

Thank you for your service.

Sandra Warholic Seeley - All my life, and half of someone else's, I have lived in a humorous place called Earth. My muse is a tiny menehune from the island of Oahu in Hawaii where I lived for a year. Ernest Hemingway once sat under the exact same coconut tree where I did most of my writing. I'm also a sensitive to criticism Virgo who loves to get paid for writing and speaking funny stuff. Even though my mind is filled with volcanic ash residue and I'm still finding sand in my shorts, I will continue to write until my muse retires or I run out of pretty blue drinks, whichever comes first. Don't be bashful, email the author.