Tonight as I was practically eating a whole loaf of Lauren’s braided bread we began the discussion around weight loss and healthy choices.  I have fallen off the band wagon and tumbled far from it-I can’t even see its dusty trail anymore.  So, we decided right then and there to start up a weight loss contest.  We put the rules together-all of which Lindsey was coming up with ways to cheat her way to victory, and decided we would run it for 12 weeks.  Money is involved so it costs money to not lose weight.  I had already decided that Monday morning I would grace the doors of Weight Watchers since I am a lifetime member.  : )  My goal-lose 20 pounds.  I can do it, I know I can.  The question I toy with is do I really want to?  Of course it seems so easy… YES, I WANT TO.  But am I ready to commit, want to?  Last year, a whole year ago, a short year ago, I was working hard, building up endurance, fitting into my jeans.  This year I had to buy 3 colors of the same shorts just to get by.  I hate the way I feel yet I have continued to put delicious food first.  This is it folks, my lifetime battle of the bulge.  I want to look my best, feel my best!  I am going to do it (but then again, this has been a common conversation with myself here on my public journal and each time I say I am serious).  Maybe I can look at it as something to do.  I gain, I lose-it is all part of the cycle.  What would I do if I lost and didn’t gain?  hmmmmm…. I don’t think I have visited that, the end of the cycle.  Maybe, just maybe, I will like it?