Over the weekend, I realized that to really feel like I have a shot at losing the rest of this weight, I need to accept the fact that it's a difficult pain in the ass and embrace that pain in the ass.
And I'm cool with that.
Weight doesn't "fall off me" -- it backs away, kicking and screaming. And then it runs back, clutching my leg (or upper arm) until I have to shake it off and tell it to "STAY AWAY!"
It can be enticed back with the simplest of things -- an extra piece of cheese, a spoonful of almond butter. So I need to remember how to make it go away and stay away. Throwing a kettlebell at it or strangling it with a resistance band are a couple of good ways. Lots of vegetables are good for scaring that fat away.
So it's difficult, OK? So I can't eat cupcakes. (So I sound like "Drunk Uncle.")