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Here's the link to my intro, in case you need more info on my situation. http://rebellion.nerdfitness.com/index.php?/topic/71792-harley-quinn-let-herself-go/ Something I didn't mention in my introduction post was the method I used during the two-week period that caused me to lose five pounds: I had once read in an article about how in Asian countries their traditional method of eating is to have large breakfast, a smaller lunch, and then the last meal of the day is the smallest. Basically, eat the most food you plan on having on any given day before you go anywhere. Then, as you're going to work or school or running errands, this is helping to burn off what you ate. If you then eat your smallest meal at the end of the day, when you're likely not to be doing much other then relaxing before going to bed, you gain less. When I first did this, it was without adding any exercise, and I was still on Prednisone. Yet, I was able to shed five pounds. This time around, I am no longer on Prednisone, and I am adding exercise. I had already started reducing some of my food intake over the past couple of weeks, and incorporating half an hour's worth of exercise a day (usually in the form of walks, but sometimes using a portion my ballet conditioning on top of that). Today, I had a nice, balanced brunch, and supper was a serving of plain popcorn (no butter, no salt). I am also using Metamucil to help flush my system better, which I have noticed in the past helps maintain my weight. In a few minutes, I'll be leaving for an hour-long walk. When I get back, I'll be trying a few minutes of my ballet conditioning. I don't have a scale at the moment, so I can't keep track of my weight, but I'll hopefully be able to get one this week. Any encouragement, tips, etc. as I take the steps to make a full commitment towards weight loss would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

As the hero lay on the ground, something odd began to happen. His body started to blink. Not just his eyes, but his whole body. This is what typically happens to a hero who is not at his best. As the seconds passed, the blinking got faster until he suddenly vanished into thin air. The shadowy figure lurking behind the window dug around in his pocket for something. Knowing exactly what just transpired, the unknown man knew there was only a few seconds left before the fate of the hero was sealed. He had to act quickly. As the seconds were running down, his heart started beating like the ritual drums in Indiana Jones and sweat began pouring down his face as if he were in Mike Tyson's Punch Out. Frantically he searched and came up empty. Looking across the room he noticed a boxy robot with some interesting depictions on it. The pictures were obviously a clue. As he pulled out his wallet he noticed he only had a single dollar left. He tried to gently feed it into the robot's mouth but it kept spitting it back out. Time and time again he tried while the clock was ticking in his ear. He frantically held up the dollar to the dim light and then rubbed the dollar against the corner of the robot trying to figure out why it would deny him in his greatest moment of need. And just like that, the robot accepted his sacrifice and returned for him silver coins which were an acceptable offering to the gods. From across the room he darted back to his window. Distress was upon his brow as he approached where the hero had once lay slain. He thrust the silver coin into the thin opening and could only hope that he wasn't too late. He closed his eyes and hid his head in the palms of his hands. Did he make it? Was his offering to restore the cherished hero accepted by the gods? Or was the whole effort a waste? It was up to the hero now. He had to carry the offering the rest of the way. Across the desert and up the sharp peaks, to where the gods lived, to present his request and pass the test in order to be brought forth. Was he willing to walk the 350,000 steps it took to get to the top of Mount Luccian? He would need to stay hydrated with 65 oz of water if he had any chance to get to the top with enough strength to pass whatever tests the gods would throw his way. The terrain and distance require traveling light with only a single weapon of choice for both hunting and defense - he would need to focus and become a master at controlling his mind, body, and spirit by training 3 times per week with his bodyweight and anything else he could find along the way. How bad did he want it? Was he willing to put forth the effort it would take if it meant he could return bigger and better than before? He looked down at his feet and picked up a manageable stick. "Looks like this will have to do for the time being," he thought to himself. He tucked the coin into his belt, took a deep breath, and started to put one foot in front of the other... (to be continued)