It’s all over the news this morning that Oprah is telling in the January edition of “O” that she has once again ballooned up to 200 lbs.
I’m must admit, I’m weary of Oprah, but I do feel sorry for her. We all struggle with this, too much food, too little exercise, those horrid fast food restaurants beckoning us when we’re hungry and want to quell the hunger fast.
We’re all doomed, in this age of instant everything. We don’t do physical labor, we’ve become lazy, and we’ve become a fat nation.
I’m doing Atkins again, which I hate worse than you can ever imagine and swore I would never do again. Do I have any hopes of really losing twenty pounds, of course not. I have lost the same ten pounds over and over again for the last year now. Not even venturing into the other ten pound zone.
I do have a barrier that most of you don’t. It’s not that clothes won’t fit, if I gain too much, my prosthetic legs won’t fit. Talk about a diet deterrent… It’s either sit around with them off and munch on those Cheetos, which vanity would never permit me to do, or suck it up and diet…
My friends and I talk all the time about how sad it is, that at our 
I read the other day, this lady was complaining that her body looked like a fire hydrant. Poor lady, but you know what’s even sadder, I get it, I really get it…
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