So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to y

Without a blink of an eye, she said, “100 pounds.”

And, without a blink of an eye, I said back, “That is too much. That is not realistic.”

Well, that’s when it hit me. Greed for too many pounds sabotages our success in shedding pounds permanently.

Here’s the scenario.

You’ve been fighting weight for years, maybe most of your life. Yo-yo diets and you are great pals.

You hardly go through a day without thinking about food, your weight, and how you and your newest pal are going to get rid of that extra weight once and for all.

As hard as you try, those extra pounds just seem to stick to you like super glue, defying your pal’s promises.

Sometimes the weight even comes off—for a while.

Your weight goes down, your hopes go up. Your weight creeps up and your hopes go down—one more time. After all that work, how fair is that?

So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to yo

And, without a blink of an eye, I said back, “That is too much. That is not realistic.”

Well, that’s when it hit me. Greed for too many pounds sabotages our success in shedding pounds permanently.

Here’s the scenario.

You’ve been fighting weight for years, maybe most of your life. Yo-yo diets and you are great pals.

You hardly go through a day without thinking about food, your weight, and how you and your newest pal are going to get rid of that extra weight once and for all.

As hard as you try, those extra pounds just seem to stick to you like super glue, defying your pal’s promises.

Sometimes the weight even comes off—for a while.

Your weight goes down, your hopes go up. Your weight creeps up and your hopes go down—one more time. After all that work, how fair is that?

So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to y

You hardly go through a day without thinking about food, your weight, and how you and your newest pal are going to get rid of that extra weight once and for all.

As hard as you try, those extra pounds just seem to stick to you like super glue, defying your pal’s promises.

Sometimes the weight even comes off—for a while.

Your weight goes down, your hopes go up. Your weight creeps up and your hopes go down—one more time. After all that work, how fair is that?

So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to y

Sometimes the weight even comes off—for a while.

Your weight goes down, your hopes go up. Your weight creeps up and your hopes go down—one more time. After all that work, how fair is that?

So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to y

So, of course, you get frustrated. Who wouldn’t?

You get tired of the endless struggle. It just seems hopeless. What’s the point of even trying?

You give up—for a while.

But, then, once again, you dig your heels into the ground and say to yourself one more time, “I am sick and tired of this weight, and this time I am going to lose it for good!”

You figure out how much you want to lose and come up with some ideal number, like 50, 75, or 100 pounds.

Rather than breaking your weight goal into doable, bite-size chunks, you get greedy and want to lose the total amount, and right now!

(Have you ever noticed that life doesn’t always give you what you want when you want it? Darn those life lessons.)

And, just like before, you don’t hit your weight goal, or at least not for long, and, for the 10,000th time, you beat yourself up with words like: “weak,” “failure,” “lazy,” and “undisciplined.”

You, my friend, are not weak or lazy or undisciplined or a failure. But you may be asking for too much too soon, and the word for that is greed.

I have a suggestion. How about being reasonable and generous with yourself?

If you want to lose weight, shoot for a goal that is doable. 30 pounds in a year is doable. 30 pounds a year is only 2.5 pounds a month—that’s it!

In one year, you could be 30 pounds li