Kim Musikant

Sometimes the scale does a number on our heads, especially when we've been "good" all week and can't understand why the numbers haven't budged. Then, our inner critic takes over, "Why should I even bother, I've tried everything, nothing works." We get discouraged. We give up. While the weight on the scale matters, it doesn't tell the whole story. It's what that weight is made up of (body composition) that is a far more critical number. Many of us still hold onto the illusion that a magical number will make us happy and feel like we have succeeded. When that day does not arrive, we tell ourselves little lies such as, "I'm too old to lose weight," "My metabolism isn't what it used to be," "Things will never change." To combat this toxic relationship with our scale, we challenge you to kick it to the curb, throw it out, donate it to the Goodwill, or smash it to pieces! Then, look into having yo

Decisions, decisions. All-day long, our brains are bombarded with making decisions. Work, school, family, medical, nutrition, exercise, vacations, etc. All this thinking can cause fog in the brain! We may not even be aware that the sum total of all of these decisions depletes our energy, and when our energy becomes sapped, our willpower follows. By the time we have to face the chips and salsa at Grill Creations, we realize that our willpower has been weakened. I mention Grill Creations because I recently put myself through a willpower test. To me, chips and salsa are harder to resist than a bread and butter basket. I wanted to see what it felt like to resist these crunchy little pieces of heaven sitting in front of me while my husband munched away. Believe me, I was starrrvvviiinnngggg, which made it even more difficult. The first few minutes were the hardest because I needed something to do with my hands. I thought for sure, out of sympathy, that my husband would ask the server

Recently, I overheard two women in the waiting room at the salon. They looked like they were in their late 50's, early 60's talking about their aches and pains and how life is all downhill once you reach a certain age. I cringed as I waited for my name to be called. I knew that if I sat there and listened to any more of the negative self-talk and how these two have convinced themselves that life is doom and gloom once you hit a certain age, I was going to say something I would regret.  At the gym, clients know that if I hear this kind of talk, I will most likely deliver my "We become what we think about most" speech and how negativity will lead us down the path of self-fulfilling prophecies.  "Oh, please call my name soon," I thought to myself as my heart started to beat a little faster, and my face felt hot. To keep me from opening up my mouth, I kept my head down in my magazine, trying to mind my own business, and wait for my name to be called. I was