Preach it, sister! I'm still trying to recover from a huuuuge piece of German chocolate cake I ate last night. But you know what they say about Germans: Zey haff vays uff making you fat!

That's my weak point -- "portion size" as they say. I don't eat junk food, or processed food -- I just eat too much.

Yep. Same here. I can only lose weight if I count every single calorie because I already eat pretty damn healthily. And counting calories made me crazy so I just keep on doin' what I'm doin' and try to forget what I looked like 8 lbs ago.

Portions aren't something we're evolved for. In the wild, you ate food when you found it. You ate as much as you could, because who knew when the next meal would come. That's why we developed fat; to store energy. There is currently no evolutionary bias against it, so I'd guess no time soon.

If you ever learn the secret to portion control, let me in on it.

I recently tried to follow the ol' nutritionist's advice of 6 small meals a day instead of 3 large ones... ended up realizing I was doing at least 8 (on a rough day, up to 11). Bad Wendell.

I just had two granola bars -- the kind with two bars per package.

This is after I spoke with my trainer this morning about eating 6 - 8 mini-meals on salad plates. Granola bars do not fit into this plan. After the trainer I saw a gorgeous woman that I always see and vowed to work out until I dropped, and eat 6 mini-meals, and I still ate two granola bars. Which may not seem that gluttonous, but it is a tad excessive and makes me hate myself!! :-)

Also my refrigerator broke on Sunday. I opened the door and water started pouring on the floor from the ice maker. Monday morning we ran to Home Depot to order a new one but it won't be her until Friday. We're living out of a cooler. Granola bars are easy to grab and just about the only think I have to eat besides peanut butter and microwave popcorn.

Lori, I'm with you in spirit. Our washer broke this weekend and we're going to be without until next week when they can deliver. I need to figure out how I can either borrow my gf's car or pack my laundry onto the back of my motorcycle without losing anything.