I had my gallbladder removed three years ago. Since then I have put a whopping thirty pounds on my already "more to love" frame. I have tried to steel myself to strictly diet but I love food and I have no willpower when it comes to good eats. Additionally, somewhere in my 30's, my metabolism came to a shuddering halt. I have found a solution (maybe).This lovely place, is a place of torture. However, my willpower has gotten me there every day this week. I am scared to get on the scale because if my weight has not changed, I may attack the muscle bound stud at the front desk. Every muscle in my body is screaming, I am exhausted.... Add the final insult- I spent 1 hour on the treadmill walking very briskly- 4.5 miles per hour..... with a skinny (90 pounds soaking wet) chikadee running rapidly on the treadmill next to me. Is it bad that I wanted to trip her?