A small resolution

No more chocolate for me until 5 pounds are gone.  The scale has been slowly climbing, climbing all winter; now it reads 4 pounds beyond the point at which I said I'd start dieting.  Two pounds over Thanksgiving, a pound or so between Christmas and birthday, and one for Valentine's Day.  There have been little fluxuations down, but nothing that sticks, and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable with my body.  My favorite jeans are too tight.  My hips are getting soft. 

Things are not right.

I'm bad with diets.  I've never been able to keep to one which is why I've just added more and more exercise over time.  But now I'm up to an hour and a half walk everyday, and there's no more time I can squeeze in.  Telling myself not to eat or to cut out all sweets doesn't seem to work.  I break after a day or so.  So now I'm trying the incentive program.  I can stay away from a lot of things.  Baked goods, pies, etc., for instance, hold little to no appeal.  But chocolate, I'd do a lot for chocolate.   

This way, if I'm dying for sweets, I can have something, but to get what I really want, I've got to stay away from most of it.  Until the scale reads something better.