We've all been there:  You're on a roll.  You've lost weight, gotten stronger, and are feeling strong and confident.  You think "I have finally conquered my weight problem and nothing is going to come between me and my favorite jeans!"  And then it happens, we hit a plateau.  We don't start gaining weight but we stop loosing it. 

Three weeks ago, the chaos around me might have been almost amusing if it hadn’t been so utterly depressing. The house was a mess. Pizza boxes were stacked up at the end of the coffee table, children’s toys were scattered throughout the living room, the large wilting plant in the corner had been knocked over, and, due to my toddler daughter’s new fascination with her reflection, the mirrored closet was a muddle of tiny finger prints.