by Jaime

If you've never read Of Mice and Men, Lenny is the big, dumb brother who doesn't know his own strength. Actually, if you've seen My Name is Earl, I guess it's pretty much the same setup. Anyway, it turns out I am Lenny (or Randy, for you Earl fans), and my weight loss is my precious little pet mouse. Okay, I could also be describing the scene from Tommy Boy where Tommy describes his failing sales abilities to a slightly freaked out waitress. I guess this is a story as old as time/mice.

So I get the mouse, I pet it, and it's happy. All is well. Then I think, if I pet him twice as hard, he should be twice as happy! So I do, and the mouse either dies or just becomes very jaded at having a stupid owner. Either way, I have failed as a mouse owner. This is the story of my recent weight loss.

Last week, I really buckled down - insane amounts of running, strict diet, salad and spinach leaves as far as the eye can see. And it failed. I only lost half a pound. This week, I relaxed - I sensed I'd overdone it the week before, and also I was tired of working that hard. And it looks like this is going to be a great weight loss week. Go figure. I think my pet is giving me another chance. Morgan is going through kind of the same thing, working extra hard and not seeing the results.

We're all Lenny/Randy/Tommy at some point, overdoing something that was working just fine. I guess last week was my week. Our fitness challenge ends in two weeks. I don't think I'll hit the 50 pound weight loss mark, which is fine. But I think I'll set myself up well to hit that by the end of April, my birthday, just with my daily running and healthier eating habits. Sweet.