The fat chick is goin' down! In the past, this was my chant, my mantra for fitness. The fit chick says it when I let her exercise. Which hasn't been often enough lately because she can barely swing a pom pom. Without motivation, my willpower seems to be withering and apparently that is what fuels fit chick. Fat chick on the other hand, well, I mean seriously, if you are reading this, you are well aware of her needs as well as her aggressive tendencies. She is relentless in getting her way. She behaves like a fit throwing toddler facing the tantalizing rows of candy in the grocery store line. I've gone against all my natural parental instincts to ignore the begging and just shut her up with a small bites occasionally. But that is never enough! I should know this by now. I am aware of her methods. She is ruthless in her pursuit of sweets! Fit chick has been on a siesta of sorts since I've been traveling for work. Consistency on the road is ...