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December 31, 2017
Uplifting posts to end the year…
The first week in November, we were told our beloved cat, Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chiquita Banana has a tumor in her tummy. She’s 18, the equivalent, the vet told us, of 90 in human years and he and the other vet in the practice advised against surgery. They told us as long as she was happy and functioning, she could live a few more months. A few months for us to love her and her to love us.
Now, before you think, “Sheesh, Susan, these are supposed to be uplifting posts. Now, you’re telling us about your cat dying?” stick with me. LOL
We got Sophia after my niece found her abandoned in the woods. She was, maybe, a week old. I had just lost an older cat and though I didn’t want to replace him – I was still grieving - no cat mom in the world could have resisted this scraggly, dirty, flea-ridden baby who needed a mom. And she appreciated that. I think she knew we saved her and to thank us she kept every squirrel, mole, chipmunk and critter out of our backyard and the backyards of the entire neighborhood.
I always called her my little warrior and she would purr. Of course, that didn’t mean I liked the gifts of live chipmunks she chased into the kitchen. But I got the drift. She was doing what she knew how to do. That was her gift to me. Her place in life.
She’s happy now. Because the tumor precludes her system from absorbing all the nutrients from her food, we were told to feed her anytime she wants to eat. So, every two hours she gives us a nudge, we open a can and she gobbles. She purrs like it’s her job. Watches us play Yahtzee. Sits on my lap and stares into my eyes as if God hit perfection when he created me. And though we all know THAT’S not true, it doesn’t hurt to get a little admiration every once in a while. Even if it is from a cat. LOL
Over the years, Sophia has taught me a lot of lessons about life. First, BE who you are. We would have preferred a nice, quiet
housecat. Sophie was a warrior. We came to not just appreciate that, but to brag about it. LOL
Second, LOVE who you are. Every time Sophie brought a chipmunk or dead mole onto the porch, she was proud. (At first, I
screamed, but eventually, when our neighborhood had no rodents we learned to praise her.)
Third, even when times are tough, PURR. If you’re being who you are and loving who you are…you deserve to purr.
And, btw, living the way she did, as a warrior princess when we wanted her to be a house cat, Sophie also has no regrets.
Another little something to ponder before we enter a new year.
Now, before you think, “Sheesh, Susan, these are supposed to be uplifting posts. Now, you’re telling us about your cat dying?” stick with me. LOL
We got Sophia after my niece found her abandoned in the woods. She was, maybe, a week old. I had just lost an older cat and though I didn’t want to replace him – I was still grieving - no cat mom in the world could have resisted this scraggly, dirty, flea-ridden baby who needed a mom. And she appreciated that. I think she knew we saved her and to thank us she kept every squirrel, mole, chipmunk and critter out of our backyard and the backyards of the entire neighborhood.
I always called her my little warrior and she would purr. Of course, that didn’t mean I liked the gifts of live chipmunks she chased into the kitchen. But I got the drift. She was doing what she knew how to do. That was her gift to me. Her place in life.
She’s happy now. Because the tumor precludes her system from absorbing all the nutrients from her food, we were told to feed her anytime she wants to eat. So, every two hours she gives us a nudge, we open a can and she gobbles. She purrs like it’s her job. Watches us play Yahtzee. Sits on my lap and stares into my eyes as if God hit perfection when he created me. And though we all know THAT’S not true, it doesn’t hurt to get a little admiration every once in a while. Even if it is from a cat. LOL
Over the years, Sophia has taught me a lot of lessons about life. First, BE who you are. We would have preferred a nice, quiet
housecat. Sophie was a warrior. We came to not just appreciate that, but to brag about it. LOL
Second, LOVE who you are. Every time Sophie brought a chipmunk or dead mole onto the porch, she was proud. (At first, I
screamed, but eventually, when our neighborhood had no rodents we learned to praise her.)
Third, even when times are tough, PURR. If you’re being who you are and loving who you are…you deserve to purr.
And, btw, living the way she did, as a warrior princess when we wanted her to be a house cat, Sophie also has no regrets.
Another little something to ponder before we enter a new year.
December 30, 2017
Look up
The day my mother died, my son (who has epilepsy and who has quite convincingly told us he talks to God) called for me to come outside (to the back deck) to see something. When I got outside, he pointed up and said, "The sky is full of angels for Grandma."
I looked up and the sky was filled with hundreds of small circular clouds. I said, "You mean the circles...the clouds that are circles?" He laughed and said, "Those are their chairs."
It doesn't matter if he was right or wrong, seeing something real or mired in grief. The fact that he looked up and saw something in the handiwork in the sky touched me. Since then, every time I go outside, I look up. The sky is full of color and light. I haven't seen angels sitting on the circular clouds but I have seen artistry.
I like the big fluffy clouds. (Who doesn't?) But I'm also beginning to appreciate the wisps of white that dance through the blue or gray. But the thing that strikes me the most about the sky is that it's always different. It's moody. It's expressive.
Just looking at the sky will improve my mood. At first I thought it was because of the poetry, the symmetry of the dance going on over our heads. Then I realized it might just be because I'm looking up, maybe for the first time that day.
And I wonder if that isn't what the show in the sky is supposed to do -- make us look up every once in awhile instead of down all the time.
#positivity #lookup #endtheyearonapositivenote
I looked up and the sky was filled with hundreds of small circular clouds. I said, "You mean the circles...the clouds that are circles?" He laughed and said, "Those are their chairs."
It doesn't matter if he was right or wrong, seeing something real or mired in grief. The fact that he looked up and saw something in the handiwork in the sky touched me. Since then, every time I go outside, I look up. The sky is full of color and light. I haven't seen angels sitting on the circular clouds but I have seen artistry.
I like the big fluffy clouds. (Who doesn't?) But I'm also beginning to appreciate the wisps of white that dance through the blue or gray. But the thing that strikes me the most about the sky is that it's always different. It's moody. It's expressive.
Just looking at the sky will improve my mood. At first I thought it was because of the poetry, the symmetry of the dance going on over our heads. Then I realized it might just be because I'm looking up, maybe for the first time that day.
And I wonder if that isn't what the show in the sky is supposed to do -- make us look up every once in awhile instead of down all the time.
#positivity #lookup #endtheyearonapositivenote
December 29, 2017
Color
For some reason or another, I got it into my head that we should all end the year on a positive note. So I've decided that for the next few days I will post something positive. Maybe something for which I'm grateful.
One of my biggies -- one of the things for which I'm happily, abundantly grateful that might make other people think I'm crazy -- is color.
Think about it. The world could be black and white. It would still be beautiful, still be a work of art, but color adds a fantastic dimension to life that most of us don't even notice.
Look around you right now. I have multiple pairs of colored pajamas on my dresser, waiting to be put away. (LOL) They are gorgeous. Red sweaters. Gold curtains. A pristine yellow hardwood floor. Bright apricot-colored towels in my bathroom.
In the summer, the sky is blue. Grass is green. In the fall, leaves put on a show of color for weeks. People have blue eyes or green or brown. Nowadays hair can be a lush and gorgeous green, blue or red. I've actually been known to walk up to people on the street, in the Wal*Mart or the mall, and tell them they look good in their turquoise, peach or red outfit, because let's face it some colors are just fantastic.
I love multiple colored pens or highlighters. We did a white Christmas tree with only red ornaments this year. Gorgeous. And how much did you notice the wonderful colored wrapping paper on gifts under your tree? (Somebody slaved for hours choosing that wrapping paper and wrapping those gifts. I like to acknowledge that.)
Take today and just notice color. People in Erie, that might be difficult for you since everything's buried under white. LOL
Look around. Color is a great gift.
One of my biggies -- one of the things for which I'm happily, abundantly grateful that might make other people think I'm crazy -- is color.
Think about it. The world could be black and white. It would still be beautiful, still be a work of art, but color adds a fantastic dimension to life that most of us don't even notice.
Look around you right now. I have multiple pairs of colored pajamas on my dresser, waiting to be put away. (LOL) They are gorgeous. Red sweaters. Gold curtains. A pristine yellow hardwood floor. Bright apricot-colored towels in my bathroom.
In the summer, the sky is blue. Grass is green. In the fall, leaves put on a show of color for weeks. People have blue eyes or green or brown. Nowadays hair can be a lush and gorgeous green, blue or red. I've actually been known to walk up to people on the street, in the Wal*Mart or the mall, and tell them they look good in their turquoise, peach or red outfit, because let's face it some colors are just fantastic.
I love multiple colored pens or highlighters. We did a white Christmas tree with only red ornaments this year. Gorgeous. And how much did you notice the wonderful colored wrapping paper on gifts under your tree? (Somebody slaved for hours choosing that wrapping paper and wrapping those gifts. I like to acknowledge that.)
Take today and just notice color. People in Erie, that might be difficult for you since everything's buried under white. LOL
Look around. Color is a great gift.
November 16, 2017
Giving Thanks
With Thanksgiving a week away, I just wanted to take a second to join you, as the people of the United States count our blessings.
I don't just count the usual, husband, kids, home blessings. I look around. Really see the beautiful world with which we have been blessed. Listen to the sound of laughter. Breathe the crisp, cool air.
The best things in life really are free.
Happy Thanksgiving! May your turkey be juicy and your family pure joy.
susan meier
I don't just count the usual, husband, kids, home blessings. I look around. Really see the beautiful world with which we have been blessed. Listen to the sound of laughter. Breathe the crisp, cool air.
The best things in life really are free.
Happy Thanksgiving! May your turkey be juicy and your family pure joy.
susan meier
August 1, 2017
Crunch Moments and the Boss's Fake Fiancee
The Boss's Fake Fiancee releases today. Of all the books I've written, this one stands out because the hero and heroine have worked together for YEARS, yet he never noticed her and she never got the courage to make him notice her.
But put Lila in a different environment, Mitch's families' vineyard, and make her realize this might be her only chance at getting the man of her dream, and she becomes a dynamo.
Because this is her last chance.
There's something about being pressed up against a wall that either brings out the best or the worst in each of us. I spent a lot of years being afraid of being pushed up against a wall, but now I sort of find it exciting. LOL
Maybe I learned from my characters that those crunch moments and situations that seem so horrible are actually gifts to help us get to our next step in life.
Happy Reading
susan meier
But put Lila in a different environment, Mitch's families' vineyard, and make her realize this might be her only chance at getting the man of her dream, and she becomes a dynamo.
Because this is her last chance.
There's something about being pressed up against a wall that either brings out the best or the worst in each of us. I spent a lot of years being afraid of being pushed up against a wall, but now I sort of find it exciting. LOL
Maybe I learned from my characters that those crunch moments and situations that seem so horrible are actually gifts to help us get to our next step in life.
Happy Reading
susan meier
July 5, 2017
FREE READ
A few days ago, I fan emailed me about a Harlequin.com story I'd written two years ago.
If you're curious, here's the link
https://www.harlequin.com/shop/articl...
I'd totally forgotten I'd even written it. I write at least 2 books a year for Harlequin, a project for an epublisher and work on what I call "my future." (I experiment with different kinds of stories. This year I'm writing a romantic suspense.)
But even with the excuse of being very busy, it made me sad that such a great little story fell through the cracks.
So if you're looking for something cute and short (it's a novella) and FREE, check it out. :)
Heres the link again...
https://www.harlequin.com/shop/articl...
Happy Summer Reading...
susan meier
If you're curious, here's the link
https://www.harlequin.com/shop/articl...
I'd totally forgotten I'd even written it. I write at least 2 books a year for Harlequin, a project for an epublisher and work on what I call "my future." (I experiment with different kinds of stories. This year I'm writing a romantic suspense.)
But even with the excuse of being very busy, it made me sad that such a great little story fell through the cracks.
So if you're looking for something cute and short (it's a novella) and FREE, check it out. :)
Heres the link again...
https://www.harlequin.com/shop/articl...
Happy Summer Reading...
susan meier
February 20, 2017
Writer's Journey
Continuing the theme I started last week of following my career journey into insanity…
Last Monday morning, I met with my “mastermind” group via Skype. Lovely ladies. Other writers. One is a self-published, NYT bestseller and a computer/marketing/branding whiz. One is a hybrid author, both SP and traditionally published, who is also an editor and fairly good with social media. And two of us are on the cusp. We’ve been traditionally published and we are looking at our options this year.
Smart group.
In my “time” with them, I talked about wanting to write romantic suspense. (I do. I really, really do. And sometimes you have to indulge the creative side. Otherwise as an artist you’d go a little insane. It can’t always be about money. Seriously.)
Anyway, when all of us had talked about our careers and current projects, we drifted into general conversation, and somehow it came up that I had 10 reverted rights books that I’d done nothing with. You can imagine the gasp.
That’s how the whole “let’s come up with a new schedule” thing came about. There’s a lot of work I have to fit into a week. I am working on a book for Harlequin. I’m working on the romantic suspense (which is new territory for me and as difficult as it is fun) and now I will be weeding through the reverted rights books (doing some editing because -- let’s face it -- if I’m not a better writer than I was 20 years ago, I should apply at Sheetz and get it over with).
But there’s more to it than that. One of the predominant things we talk about in our Mastermind conversations is branding. Bringing back my reverted rights books doesn’t affect my brand. Those books are how I created my brand. But adding a sexy romantic suspense to a long list of sweet, traditional romances…Hmmm.
As I’ve mentioned. Lots of think about. I’m a planner, so, okay, I’ll confess I love rolling all this around in my head. But time is now money in this industry. So I can’t think too long. Though I want to. Who doesn’t want to ponder all the fun possibilities? And wouldn’t I be foolish not to consider the down side…that my books could sit on Amazon, ranked at 8,485,983,211 if I don’t do this correctly?
There are no guarantees. Part of the fun? Or the thing that keeps us up at night? Especially after spending money on a cover, ISBN, formatting, a proofer.
My writing friends are probably nodding sagely right now.
Last Monday morning, I met with my “mastermind” group via Skype. Lovely ladies. Other writers. One is a self-published, NYT bestseller and a computer/marketing/branding whiz. One is a hybrid author, both SP and traditionally published, who is also an editor and fairly good with social media. And two of us are on the cusp. We’ve been traditionally published and we are looking at our options this year.
Smart group.
In my “time” with them, I talked about wanting to write romantic suspense. (I do. I really, really do. And sometimes you have to indulge the creative side. Otherwise as an artist you’d go a little insane. It can’t always be about money. Seriously.)
Anyway, when all of us had talked about our careers and current projects, we drifted into general conversation, and somehow it came up that I had 10 reverted rights books that I’d done nothing with. You can imagine the gasp.
That’s how the whole “let’s come up with a new schedule” thing came about. There’s a lot of work I have to fit into a week. I am working on a book for Harlequin. I’m working on the romantic suspense (which is new territory for me and as difficult as it is fun) and now I will be weeding through the reverted rights books (doing some editing because -- let’s face it -- if I’m not a better writer than I was 20 years ago, I should apply at Sheetz and get it over with).
But there’s more to it than that. One of the predominant things we talk about in our Mastermind conversations is branding. Bringing back my reverted rights books doesn’t affect my brand. Those books are how I created my brand. But adding a sexy romantic suspense to a long list of sweet, traditional romances…Hmmm.
As I’ve mentioned. Lots of think about. I’m a planner, so, okay, I’ll confess I love rolling all this around in my head. But time is now money in this industry. So I can’t think too long. Though I want to. Who doesn’t want to ponder all the fun possibilities? And wouldn’t I be foolish not to consider the down side…that my books could sit on Amazon, ranked at 8,485,983,211 if I don’t do this correctly?
There are no guarantees. Part of the fun? Or the thing that keeps us up at night? Especially after spending money on a cover, ISBN, formatting, a proofer.
My writing friends are probably nodding sagely right now.
February 16, 2017
A new plan for a new year!
This is the first week of a new "work" system for me. I set up a different kind of schedule because, let's face it, writers can't just spend two hours every morning writing then go have tea with friends, or, more realistically do the laundry, grocery shopping and vacuuming. We have promotion, graphic creation, social media, "the future" and all kinds of other things to figure out. And once we figure it out, we have to make a plan and implement that plan.
For about a decade I resisted. LOL But I learned as many do in a movie about aliens coming to earth...resistance is futile. LOL
So I evaluated everything I could, might, must and should do for my career and the list is long and frightening. But I've never been a coward...Oh, okay, yes, I'm pretty much a coward.I won't go outside in the dark and I genuinely believe aliens walk among us. So, yeah, it takes me a few weeks to warm up to people. I do not want to accidentally befriend someone from Xornia-4. But I've never been afraid of hard work, especially if I can create a schedule for that work.
I love a good schedule.
I'm telling you all this because I think it's important for readers and writers and the families of writers to realize that most writers' lives went from casual (and, yeah, I'm gonna say it) fun to a boatload of overwhelm. I can't even tell you how many new things I have to learn.
Most of us are up for the challenge. I know a lot of writers who are computer geeks who love doing the graphics, creating websites and blogs. I'm happy to learn. :)
So even though I resisted all this, I'm seeing the fun side.
Now, let's see if I'm still sane February 16, 2018. LOL
For about a decade I resisted. LOL But I learned as many do in a movie about aliens coming to earth...resistance is futile. LOL
So I evaluated everything I could, might, must and should do for my career and the list is long and frightening. But I've never been a coward...Oh, okay, yes, I'm pretty much a coward.I won't go outside in the dark and I genuinely believe aliens walk among us. So, yeah, it takes me a few weeks to warm up to people. I do not want to accidentally befriend someone from Xornia-4. But I've never been afraid of hard work, especially if I can create a schedule for that work.
I love a good schedule.
I'm telling you all this because I think it's important for readers and writers and the families of writers to realize that most writers' lives went from casual (and, yeah, I'm gonna say it) fun to a boatload of overwhelm. I can't even tell you how many new things I have to learn.
Most of us are up for the challenge. I know a lot of writers who are computer geeks who love doing the graphics, creating websites and blogs. I'm happy to learn. :)
So even though I resisted all this, I'm seeing the fun side.
Now, let's see if I'm still sane February 16, 2018. LOL
May 23, 2016
Sing
My house is silent right now. It's early and my husband and son are still sleeping. I should welcome the peace and quiet. I'm between books and have to decide what to write next. But there are so many stories I want to tell and so many choices for how to publish that sometimes my head spins. The possibilities for success are nearly endless...but so are the possibilities for failure. There are no guarantees in publishing.
There are no guarantees in anything.
But I also have a great deal to be thankful for. Everything from my previous successes to good coffee and hot showers. And when I shift my thoughts away from the "decision that can't be made" to the people I love and the smell of rain on the grass just beyond my deck, a little something bubbles up inside and I sing.
What is it about notes that rise and fall and words that rhyme that lifts our spirits and fills our hearts with joy? How can we be silly with confusion one second and totally relaxed the next just because of a melody?
I don't know. When something works, I don't really care about the whys. I just sing.
susan
There are no guarantees in anything.
But I also have a great deal to be thankful for. Everything from my previous successes to good coffee and hot showers. And when I shift my thoughts away from the "decision that can't be made" to the people I love and the smell of rain on the grass just beyond my deck, a little something bubbles up inside and I sing.
What is it about notes that rise and fall and words that rhyme that lifts our spirits and fills our hearts with joy? How can we be silly with confusion one second and totally relaxed the next just because of a melody?
I don't know. When something works, I don't really care about the whys. I just sing.
susan
February 23, 2016
Getting Ready for Swimsuit Season
THIS BLOG IS MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. NOT INTENDED TO REPLACE THE ADVICE OF A PHYSICIAN. BEFORE YOU ATTEMPT ANY DIET OR EXERCISE PLAN, PLEASE VISIT YOUR PHYSICIAN.
At least once a week my trainer mentions how difficult it is when people contact her on May 1, hoping to look good in their swimsuit on June 1.
Everyone wants a miracle and most end up disappointed. But if you start February 15--after your Valentine Candy is gone- losing one pound a week will net you a 15-pound loss before June 1. And last year's swimsuit will look just fine.
What to do?
I'm one of my trainer's regulars. With a sedentary job, I NEED three hours of exercise every week to give my muscles (including my heart) a healthy workout.
But every February we work toward losing 1 pound a week for ten weeks. This isn't a matter of wanting to fit into a swimsuit. It's part of a program for me to lose back to a good weight for me.
And note, we're taking 10 weeks once a year. Losing 10 pounds once a year. Working to keep that weight off is part of the battle.
Anyway, what am I doing? Two things.
First, in addition to my muscle-building training sessions (3 hours a week), I attend 3 1-hour zumba classes.
That's 6 hours of exercise a week. If you can't get a trainer or go to zumba classes, there are some AMAZING workout tapes for sale at places like Walmart. You don't have to buy "the latest crazy" tapes. You can get last year's craze tapes at discount prices at Walmart at probably less than half price. :)
My big suggestion? Get several tapes so that you vary your workout. Also having several different workout choices means that you'll work all of your muscles.
My second big suggestion? Start SLOW. When I began working out, I only went twice a week. So start working out twice a week. The next week take it to three times a week. Hold 3 times a week for a week or two. Then add another day.
Yes, will will be stiff and sore for a few weeks. But anything worth achieving is going to involve a bit of pain and sacrifice. By the time you get to June 1, you will probably love your workout routine and want to continue it. If you remember that...pushing through those first week becomes easier.
Also, before I started exercising with Cindy I saw my doctor to make sure I was healthy enough to exercise. I actually had a full cardiac workup.
Be wise!
Second, I use an online site called Lose-It. I put in my weight and the amount of fat I want to lose and IT TELLS ME how many calories I can eat each day. Then I input everything I eat before I eat AND IT TELLS ME how many calories are in what I'm about to eat...so that if it's too high I can make another choice.
I use Lose-It to determine what I'll eat at restaurants because they have the calorie counts from most popular restaurants.
Keeping track of everything you eat is a great way (sometimes the ONLY way) to stay on track.
My big suggestion? Don't set huge or unrealistic goals.
Using Lose-It to track your food makes losing a pound a week very easy. I can still eat out with my friends. I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. I can still have a beer on Beer Friday.
I don't feel as deprived because my goal isn't unrealistic. But I know that I'm working toward the goal of losing a pound and I'm diligent...without being driven insane. LOL!
If you're looking to lose a little weight, especially before June 1. Now is the time to start.
Your weight loss months don't have to be god-awful. You can fold your plan into your regular day if you're careful and smart. And on June 1, you'll fit into last year's suit or maybe be in a position to buy a new, smaller one.
Happy Reading
susan meier
At least once a week my trainer mentions how difficult it is when people contact her on May 1, hoping to look good in their swimsuit on June 1.
Everyone wants a miracle and most end up disappointed. But if you start February 15--after your Valentine Candy is gone- losing one pound a week will net you a 15-pound loss before June 1. And last year's swimsuit will look just fine.
What to do?
I'm one of my trainer's regulars. With a sedentary job, I NEED three hours of exercise every week to give my muscles (including my heart) a healthy workout.
But every February we work toward losing 1 pound a week for ten weeks. This isn't a matter of wanting to fit into a swimsuit. It's part of a program for me to lose back to a good weight for me.
And note, we're taking 10 weeks once a year. Losing 10 pounds once a year. Working to keep that weight off is part of the battle.
Anyway, what am I doing? Two things.
First, in addition to my muscle-building training sessions (3 hours a week), I attend 3 1-hour zumba classes.
That's 6 hours of exercise a week. If you can't get a trainer or go to zumba classes, there are some AMAZING workout tapes for sale at places like Walmart. You don't have to buy "the latest crazy" tapes. You can get last year's craze tapes at discount prices at Walmart at probably less than half price. :)
My big suggestion? Get several tapes so that you vary your workout. Also having several different workout choices means that you'll work all of your muscles.
My second big suggestion? Start SLOW. When I began working out, I only went twice a week. So start working out twice a week. The next week take it to three times a week. Hold 3 times a week for a week or two. Then add another day.
Yes, will will be stiff and sore for a few weeks. But anything worth achieving is going to involve a bit of pain and sacrifice. By the time you get to June 1, you will probably love your workout routine and want to continue it. If you remember that...pushing through those first week becomes easier.
Also, before I started exercising with Cindy I saw my doctor to make sure I was healthy enough to exercise. I actually had a full cardiac workup.
Be wise!
Second, I use an online site called Lose-It. I put in my weight and the amount of fat I want to lose and IT TELLS ME how many calories I can eat each day. Then I input everything I eat before I eat AND IT TELLS ME how many calories are in what I'm about to eat...so that if it's too high I can make another choice.
I use Lose-It to determine what I'll eat at restaurants because they have the calorie counts from most popular restaurants.
Keeping track of everything you eat is a great way (sometimes the ONLY way) to stay on track.
My big suggestion? Don't set huge or unrealistic goals.
Using Lose-It to track your food makes losing a pound a week very easy. I can still eat out with my friends. I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. I can still have a beer on Beer Friday.
I don't feel as deprived because my goal isn't unrealistic. But I know that I'm working toward the goal of losing a pound and I'm diligent...without being driven insane. LOL!
If you're looking to lose a little weight, especially before June 1. Now is the time to start.
Your weight loss months don't have to be god-awful. You can fold your plan into your regular day if you're careful and smart. And on June 1, you'll fit into last year's suit or maybe be in a position to buy a new, smaller one.
Happy Reading
susan meier
