Changing one's lifestyle is an arduous task, filled with pitfalls, trials and setbacks.

It can also overflow with support, like a rain barrel in a Brookings' winter shower.

I've been living the sugar-free life since August 18, and it has been interesting.

I've found I have no craving for chocolate or candy, but doughnuts andndash; Oh, boy, doughnuts andndash; are another matter all together.

I am most assuredly tempted by the glazed, gooey, stickiness that a fresh doughnut brings to the table.

When I first stopped eating sugar, I would try to explain my choices to people after they had offered me sweets. Now, I just tell people that I'm allergic to sugar andndash; it makes me fat.

In addition to being sugar free for more than three months, I've also tried to be simple-carbohydrate free.

No simple carbs means no bread, no breading, no pizza crust and no popcorn.

I'm a pizza fan. I always have been and always will be, so it has been hard to not eat pizza. The beauty of my new lifestyle is that perfection is not required.

What is most interesting, is that, after I eat anything from my list of unhealthy foods, I can feel it in my belly.

I can feel my blood sugar spike from the simple carbs being converted to sugar and then I can sense when my body goes into shock and starts craving the sugar again.

To date, I've lost 64 pounds.

I began my new life weighing 366 pounds, with a goal of 260 as my desired weight.

I've come to realize that 260 will probably not be my final resting weight. As I continue to add little changes to my major change, I realize that a healthy me might be even lighter than 260.

All I know is that I feel so much better at 302 and eating healthy than I did at 366, that it excites me to keep moving forward.

Two steps forward everyday, while trying not to take any steps backward.


My second will-power test to date is coming up tomorrow.


Why is it that we celebrate Thanksgiving by stuffing ourselves so full that we can't move?

I realize that not every American celebrates the same way that my family and friends do, but it is pretty standard for folks to have a feast, lounge on the couch for a while and then eat a bunch of leftovers before going back to the couch again.

My challenge this year is to be responsible. I want to enjoy myself, but I don't want to walk away from the table cursing myself because of a lack of control.

My family and I will be sharing a table with some of the best people in the world, who also happen to be great chefs.

It'll be tough andndash; it's also bound to be fun with all the ribbing I'll take andndash; but it will all be worth it in the end.

If you're working at being lighter, or have made a lifestyle change, be sure to walk away from Thanksgiving dinner proud of yourself.

Remember, you're in charge of the food andndash; not the other way around.