I am so right there with you.

I didn't totally chow down over the holidays, but I also didn't exercise. This morning I got on the elliptical and did 20 minutes. My life is about to get more hectic, so I am praying my carefully carved-out exercise time doesn't get sacrificed to, I don't know, bathing or something.

I'm not the heaviest I've ever been, but I have not made progress in a couple of years. However, I know what I need to do. This whole thing is not, as you know, about intellect, or ignorance, or lack of desire. It's about emotions. It's about the things we are told by our inner demons, our culture, mass media, and those size-two bitches who, clearly, haven't eaten since middle school.

I used to be a size 2. WHEN I WAS 12! Yeah, 16 is too much, at least for me at 5'2", but a 2 would be sickness. How about dividing one by the other and arriving at size 8? I'd be content there. I'm pushing my way out of a 12 right now. And that's a "these days" 12, not the 12 of my youth.

You're a tall woman, so don't panic yet. What's your goal, a 10? 8? Those are reasonable to attain.

Just remember: DON'T STARVE YOURSELF!! In the long run, it just makes you hungrier, fatter, and more depressed.

And I outweighed my former husband by 30 pounds. But then, he was skinny and used to use speed. I just can't compete with that.

Semper fi.