Kicking It IV

I cannot tell a lie. Well, I can, but I won’t in this case. Working out is work. It has become my job.

It seems to be as much mental as physical. The first being – I actually have to get to the gym – once there, oddly enough the body takes over and craves the very exercise I consider denying it.

Just to say it aloud, the truth is my brain is not fully happy with my physical results.

Just the same, my daughter forewarned me to be prepared. She advised me two months ago, “Mother, nothing will happen for six months.” It has been two months, heading in to my ninth week.

For anyone trying to lose a...