Dear ma'am, I'm sure you meant well when that nurse announced my weight in an very loud "outside" voice and it was a number I'm used to associating with the phrase "second trimester" and you saw the look of utter dismay on my face as I turned around and lurched off the scale. However, you saying consolingly "that's what I weigh too!" does me no good since you are at LEAST 7 inches taller than I am. You only served to emphasize that I am both larger and shorter than I'd like to be. But I know you meant well.
So. No more ifs, ands or buts (butts). I can't change my height but I am willing to work on the rest. My goal? To lose a lofty, hefty 30 lbs. by the end of the year. Really -- that's only 5 lbs. per month! I can do it! I will start by not eating the entire, delicious, low-fat banana coffee cake I just baked. I will give it away instead. Hey, it's a start.