It's Gotten To The Point Where If

I Wake Up At 4:15 A.m., Get Some Coffee, Turn On The News, See What's Happening, Go Clickety-clack On The Web To See What I Missed Overnight. Then I Go To The Gym, Around 5:15, And I Do What Appears To Be A Very Light Workout, But Who Cares. I'm Socializing With Other Nice People At The Gym. Then I Go Into Work, And I'm Really Awake.

It's Gotten To The Point Where If I Throw A Cookie In The Garbage, I Have To Douse It In Cascade. Otherwise, Why Wouldn't I Take It Out And Eat It?

There Are Two Types Of People: The Ones Who Give You 50 Reasons It Can't Be Done ... And The Ones Who Just Do It.

I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is Gross: I Once Found A Shoulder Pad, String Cheese, And A Christmas Ornament In It!

Weight Is Just Not A Hot Button. In Fact, During My Life, It Probably Should Have Been On My Radar Screen A Bit More. I Look Back At Work Photos And Am Shocked. Was I Eating The People I Was Interviewing?! Good Lord, I Was Big.