It seems everyone is jumping on the 100-calorie bandwagon. Those ubiquitous little packages designed to help dieters with portion control offer everything from candy, cookies and popcorn to Little Debbies and even soft drinks.
I've never really been one to enjoy cooking; the best thing I make for dinner is reservations.
As I've often said since starting this diet for The Shape We're In project, willpower isn't my strong suit.
Don't you just hate that awkwardness when you're going to a cookout, but you're on a diet and can't eat what the hostess is serving?
As I write this, I'm wearing capris that I haven't been able to get into for two years.
Imagine the surprise on my friends' faces when I whipped an iPod Touch out of my purse last weekend to run a calorie count at a restaurant. That's something they'd never seen me do before.
I had my first two "fan encounters" within a week of each other, and I'm still trying to come to terms with this interest in my calorie-counting success.
If the scales at Jenny Craig were a boat, the counselors and I would all be seasick.
Until now I have shown remarkable restraint in not bragging in this column about my granddaughter, Lily Grace, aka the Center of the Universe.
I did something last week that I haven’t done since 1986: I shopped for a swimsuit.