At the beginning of the year I, like almost everyone else on the planet, made a couple of resolutions. And like almost everyone else on the planet, I kept them for about a week. All but one that is. This year, as in years past I resolved to eat healthier, exercise and lose some a lot of weight. Three months in and overall I’m doing pretty well. I’ve changed a lot of what I put in my body; no more pop, no more fast food, a ton more fruits and vegetables. I joined a gym for the first time in my life and work out 4 – 5 times a week. Now, don’t get me wrong, not every week has been great. In fact, there have been a few times I have struggled and wanted to throw in the towel. And for a few days last month, I did. I’d lost a good amount of weight, was tired of eating “healthy” and perhaps mostly, tired of getting up a 5:00 am every morning to go to the gym. So, for about 4 days in a row I slept in, stopped counting my calories and just let it go. Then on day 5, out of curiosity, I stepped on the scale. Ouch! It is amazing how much can happen in such a short amount of time when you stop paying attention and do not notice the changes occurring in your process or routine – how one piece of cheesecake, if not served in a controlled portion, can throw everything out of whack.