Hello World,

     It's a well-worn phrase:  "The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions".   It's a road I've been down may times.  No, I haven't posted in almost a month.  No, I haven't made any progress in my pursuit of fabulous, lasting weight loss.  I could wear out my fingers trying to go into a lengthy explanation of my failure, but I won't waste your time.

     Anyway, I am back, still trying.  Right now I am looking for a 'fitness buddy'.  Somehow, I have convinced myself that sharing the 'fun' of exercise, and simply getting out of my house with other people, will increase my chances of success.  It could be challenging in a town where I know exactly 4 people on any meaningful level. 

     My husband is convinced that I need a hobby.  Something to take my mind off of things, as I am a dweller and worrier.   Something social.  Something mentally stimulating.  Again, this is challenging when you don't know people, and 'hobby' is a very broad word. 

     On the off chance that any readers might have helpful hints, I welcome them.  Oh, I should mention two things:  I HATE snow, cold, and winter, so all activities must be of an indoor nature.  Also, I am afraid of projectiles coming toward me, with the exception of tennis balls.  Maybe in a past life I was a dog who loved chasing tennis balls in Maui, and it just stuck.  That's just how it is, people. 

     My ideas are the following:  start a cooking club, join a weird dance group, or start working with glass (Tacoma has an excellent glass museum).  I don't know if any of that will help diminish my booty, a cooking class hardly seems like the solution to my waistline.  I am starting to wonder, though, if weight loss has everything to do with state-of -mind.