Dreaming of a baked potato smothered in butter and sour cream

Only two-and-a-half inches to go. My "winter weight" just doesn't want to let go this year. But I refuse to give in, so I'm fighting it with every weapon at my disposal. Even in middle age the pressure is always on to get/stay thin. For me, this is a good thing, as it helps me feel energetic and remain agile. But the best part is, like an apple a day, it keeps the doctor away.

Sometime during the past several years, clothing designers figured out an ingenious way to discourage a lot of women from going too far in their quest for the ideal shape -- they created size zero jeans. To me, a size zero tag should read: "Okay, good enough. Lose one more ounce, and you'll be officially anorexic."