While I've been waiting for my computer to jump through all its hoops, I've been thinking how I let all this extra weight come on in the first place. Didn't I see it coming--"a stitch in time saves nine?"

I know it's like crying over split milk, but I still feel I need to know. The heaviest I had ever been was 185--I was always trying to lose forty pounds. But something happened in 1986, besides having my fourth (and last!) baby. I suffered from postpartum depression for six months and put on 85 pounds. How could that happen?!

So now, twenty-one years later, I'm still working on taking off the "baby fat." It's time to move on.