I’m dieting. Though it started before 2006 rolled in, this is officially the first day that I haven’t cheated on it.

So, when my sister suggested we stop off at Wendy’s, I politely declined and told her about my diet, to which she responded with a genuine, “Why?”

“Because I’ve gained a lot of weight since I’ve been up here and I really don’t like it.” (This answer seems quite reasonable to me.)

“But you look healthy now.”

“Huh? What do you mean I look healthy now? I didn’t look healthy before?”

“Before, when you weighed less, you looked like I should feed you. I’m not trying to be funny, but I wanted to hand you a cheese burger and tell you to eat.”

And this is the same sister who, while we were up in Tahoe, off-handedly mentioned that my ass had grown to ginormous proportions.

Personally, I think this is just payback for me always calling her a starving Ethiopian child and asking is she needs some food. In my defense, she is twig thin and always has been.

In any event, I’m holding fast to my plans and will be working hard to shed those 20 pounds. But to be clear, I love my curves, just on a smaller scale.

I really just want to get back down to my original 9/10 pant size and if God really loves me, a 7/8.