In a fit of desperation, I found myself in the snake oil aisle of a local store, comparing packages of promise in pills and capsules.  Luckily, the little voice in my head piped up, "If it came in a bottle..." and I walked away from the scary products.

For better of worse, the notion of hard work and discipline for health is ingrained in my brain and I'm too afraid and stubborn to try shortcuts.  It may be to my detriment as far as the contest is concerned as I'm pretty unlikely to make the cut.  But I know that whenever the contest ends for me, be it in April or July, I'll still have my body and mind to deal with.

I'm continuing to challenge myself and work hard meeting those challenges, but I'm also prepping myself to not cry if the scale continues to buck my hard work.