Well, friends, I think the time has come for me to get serious about losing weight. This morning, while I was having my powdered donettes and orange Fanta for breakfast, I looked down and noticed that one of my feet and the adjoining ankle was swollen. This has been a recurring problem for several months now and I just don’t know why. There is no pain, just a balloon-like lower extremity for no apparent reason. Even though I am a weight-challenged individual, I’ve always had slim feet and decent ankles, so this one fat foot is pretty noticeable. I’m not going to seek medical attention because I’m sure the doc will say it has something to do with my weight. Everything else does. I absolutely hate being fat and I want to be slim so badly, but I just cannot make myself push that plate away – or in my case, pass up the drive-thru. I am so tired of hearing about diets and losing weight. I had decided I didn’t care and I was going to embrace my queenly size, consider myself a big, beautiful woman and love me. I joked that I’d just get a tan because fat looks better tan (it really does). Every magazine I see in the racks has something about losing weight on the cover, and every time I sit down to eat my “2 Cheeseburger Meal Deal” from McDonalds and watch TV, the Nutri-System commercial with that obnoxious blonde in her purple pajama top, catching the football comes on – uuuggghhhhh!! I hate her. Anyhoo, I guess I’m angry because I have to be fat. Why do I live to eat instead of eat to live? When I was a child, I was very thin until I had my tonsils out at 8 years old. At that point, I started putting on weight and have been putting every since. Oh, what did they do with those tonsils?? I'd gladly put them back! One of my friends lovingly tells me that I just inherited the “fat gene” from somewhere in my family. No one else in my family is fat. If a family member decides they need to lose a few pounds, they just do it. Not me . . . I’ve taken every diet pill out there, I’ve been on Nutri-System (many years ago before that blonde was even born probably), I’ve joined fitness centers, I’ve done it all and spent lots of money trying to reduce. One time in my life, shortly after high school, I started taking prescription diet pills (Fastin) and in a year’s time, I had lost about 55 pounds and I looked great. I promised myself I’d never be big again. Also, the girl who never had a date in high-school managed to snag a man and marry him after I got skinny. It was total bliss being thin. That lasted about 5 years and the weight slowly started coming back. After I had my son, even more came back, and at lightspeed. Now, I’m about to turn 42 next month, and I seem to be growing by leaps and bounds – I have a built-in barrel now above my waist! Now, with this blown up foot, and recurring back trouble, and all the other discomforts that start in the 40’s, I guess I need to suck it up and call Jenny. I really love being in my 40’s but I don’t really want to be in my 50’s while I’m still in my 40’s. Wish me luck.