The last three years of my life, I have worked towards a healthier me. I have a tendency to bore people to pieces with my nutrition and fitness knowledge. (That'll teach 'em to ask me for help! Hah!)

I, like so many others, entered into the weight loss game wanting to lose all that persnickety, superfluous weight in mere weeks. Well, if that's even possible, it certainly isn't healthy. I truly believe that patience is the greatest weight loss challenge. It ended up taking just a few months shy of three years to achieve my goals. One hundred and fifty pounds later, I'm wondering how I did it. That number seems HUGE to me now that I'm looking backward. How did I ever take that first step when I knew I had so far to go?

That's neither here nor there. I'm glad to have taken the high road and veered away from the murky corners of fad diets, restrictive diets, and weight loss gimmicks. They aren't lifestyle changes. They aren't metabolism nurturing.

And now, I feel like a glutton most of the time...not that I eat all that much at once, but that I feel the urge to munch every couple of hours. Sitting through the The Lord of the Rings movies in the theater was torture—three hours without food! Absurd! Opening night of Return of the King, during the short car trip home from the cinema, I could be found gnawing on Miles' forearm. He's a good sport.

Not unlike Homer Simpson upon meeting a donut [Laura! Tsk!—A double negative. I just like looping the subject a few times before arriving to the point. Efficient communication—that's an oxymoron in Laura Land. I'm big on tangents as well. That's why my css for mlphillips holds a special class for comments. I find it curious that I know the html entity for the dash while I had to look up the entity for the "é" the other day—and I studied French for a decade! I think my brain thinks in dashes. Where was I? Oh goodness, I'm having this out in the middle of a sentence. Now, back to your regularly scheduled babble:], my disgruntled hunger results in glassy eyes and slobber. (My mouth runeth over?) Suddenly, even tree bark is appetizing. I think I even get grouchy.

Do you hear Miles in the background replying sarcastically, "Oh, ya THINK!?"

It seems to me that there was some specific direction I was going with this entry...but I'll be damned if I can remember what it was. Disorganization not your thing? Go read CNN.