Crumbs. I meant to keep this up...but life happened. Of course, I MEANT to really concentrate on losing weight too...but life happened. I will say that on Ash Wednesday, I gave up eating sweets. I've never been able to make it through Lent without breaking my promise....especially when I gave up eating chocolate.

This time, I gave it all up, and I managed to do it. The amusing thing is that since February 17, I lost 10 pounds, just by giving up sweets. Maybe now I'll have the discipline to keep on going. I'm not holding my breath, but I am going to give it a shot.

So far so good...well, not really. I made my 2 pound goal, but I didn't start exercising and I haven't started writing down what I eat. Those two items are the key to success.

One step at a time. So, this week my goal is if I bite it, I write it. It's too cold to really enjoy going out and walking and the pool sounds a bit harsh....It can be done, but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was I.

Originally, when my niece started blogging back several years ago, I signed up for blogger and created this blog. However, I really didn't understand blogging.

I chose the name originally because a "gander" is not only the name of a male goose (and my nick is a play on the term Michigander....I'm not a gander but a goose), but also a term meaning "a look around." I thought it would be a good name for a blog.

However, over time, I forgot that I had even opened it. So it sat.

Now, however, I've decided that I have another use for it. I am determined that since I will turn 50 in February, there's no cotton-pickin way I am going to remain in my "fluffed feather" stage that I have gotten myself into since 1998 when I had my second bout with breast cancer. Somehow, I hope to get back to a reasonable weight. I decided that I would publically post here, and it would make me honest. Coff coff.

My goal is to lose 65 pounds this year. Gulp. So here we are on day one. Let's just see if I can do it. I'm hoping to lose 2 pounds a week. So, that means that it will take 37 weeks, or 9 months and one week. So...by September I should be at my goal. Figures. Just after my husband's birthday. Hopefully, I can do it before, but I am realistic enough to know that this is going to be one hard trip.