You mean, I really have to lose weight now? Yeah- and an almost as strong internal "Oh, man! But that means I have to..." And then all of these shadowy images of deprivation start prowling through my brain. I can't eat what? I have to go to bed hungry?
Ahem. Let me start again, more formally. My name is Greg, and I'm 47 years old. I am 5' 11" tall, I weigh 250 pounds, and I've decided that 2010 is the year I finally lose all that extra weight.
Why now? Fear, pure and simple. My mom had a...
