Bring In The Troops

OK. I am not a superwoman. I've been working out--not lately since I have been sick with a cold. Or it's Swine Flu which would be humiliating-I refuse to die of of an illness that is hilariously ironic given the size of my ass. Despite working out I haven't been losing much weight, due mostly to my inability to stop eating like a high frat boy. So with the help of my doctor I'm turning to the Sharp Weight Managment group. I am NOT going under the knife. Just not going to do it. After having two surgeries (all baby related) I am not willing to go through that again. So my options are some sort of therapy to help me get to the bottom of why I have the will power of Cookie Monster, drugs, or something that sounds like more therapy. I'm going to an orientation in the next month and will report my findings. The thought of drugs isn't too appealing since I did hear some of the side effects-eww.
Making the choice to get help hasn't felt like the failure I was afraid it might. On the upside I am feeling stronger and less winded thanks to all the cardio I'm doing. So it's not all bad.