Caught in a Mousetrap

I once compared my weight loss to a rollercoaster ride, but I have decided that actually it does not resemble one, at least not in the traditional sense. You see, a rollercoaster goes waaayyy up,... and then waaayyyy down -- FAST. Well, I have yet to see the "wayyyy down."

So while I am truly on a ride, it is more akin to a Mousetrap. It goes up a little bit, dips and turns the corner, only to coast at the same level for a couple of weeks. Then, it dips again when you least expect it, but not for a long drop. Instead, just when you brace yourself for the exhilerating glide downhill, it stops after a few feet and jerks you back up so fast your head spins. 

You are left wondering if you enjoyed yourself or if you truly have whiplash from the all the jerky movements. Why can't this weight loss be more like the amusement park drop tower rides? You know, the ones that take you up high and drops you free-fall style never to go up again. 

Irony and the Scale (aka Things We Love to Hate)

Oh the irony of it all. When we are finally old enough to afford fine dining, we can't afford to eat. How are we supposed to enjoy our midlife years with dignity and pride, when our society has put such a heavy and unnatural emphases on fighting the natural progression of a women's life to spread.....ur humph..her wings!