Okay, I'm too fat.  It's a fact of life, one I try to ignore, but it's getting so I can't do anything.  I've got knees that have to be replaced, and I need to lose weight before I get them done, I have plantar fasciitis (god, that really is the way to spell it!) and standing hurts.  I need to carve off a good 50 pounds.  Part of this comes from having lunch with some friends in Portland and seeing Noreen with her new knees, 50 pounds lighter.  But this entire trip has made me realize just how screwed up I am.  I can't even be in a play this summer - it's too much for me.  Can't go to RWA because NYC would be impossible with an electric cart and I can't do the walking.

So it's time.  Sorry guys, but for the next month this is going back to Reinventing Fabulous, where I focus on my weight and exercise and feeling better.

The good news is I'm coming up to my one year anniversary of not drinking diet sodas.  Nowadays I'll occasionally have a full octane coke, but that's about one a month and if I'm tempted (which I don't think I will be - I tossed out half of the one I had a couple of days ago) then I won't have them at all.

In fact, I guess right now I give up real coke anyway, because of the calories.  And (sob) craft beers, which have been fun.

Noreen did low-carb, but I'm thinking back to my usual.  Oatmeal with fruit and nuts (for protein) for breakfast, salads for lunch, dinner without starches or limited carbs like brown rice or quinoa.

No more pretzel goldfish (sob).  Time to pull myself together -- there are tons of things to do out there.  My mantra has always been Auntie Mame's -- "life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.  Live!"  I think I've been taking it too literally.  By partaking of the food banquet I'm losing out on everything else.  So the time has come.

I must weigh about 245-250.  I will feel better.  I will feel glorious!  and it starts now.