For the past 2 months I have been working really hard at getting the dreaded last 10 pounds off. I am half way there. It doesn't seem like much 5 pounds in 45 days, but I am really happy.
Basically I have done it through, reasonably eating healthy, not over eating and exercising. I have my days where it takes everything I have to not sit on the couch in front of the TV wolf down a box of cookies and then wash it down with a bag of chips. But I am happy to say that I am now at the point where cookies and chips can enter my house and will stay for more than a day. I am learning that just because it is there doesn't mean it needs to be eaten.

When I was 18 I went to Vegas and I gained 10 pounds. I just can't control myself on holidays. My friends and I ate at IHop every single day. 3am rolled around and we were cravin' the cakes.
