I don't actually need to lose weight. I need my cholestrol to go down from a burbling 252. But when chocolate cake is put before me, everything else goes out of my head. Chocolate birthday cakes--mine, other people's.
"I can't," I say. "Cholestrol."
"Oh, you only live once," they say, and cut a generous wedge and plop it on my plate.
Does this make sense? Yes, well...for the moment anyway.
So Thursday night, unless I fried chicken out of it, I'm going to this weight loss hypnosis seminar at a local hotel. I'll tell you about it on Friday and over the next few weeks, I'll let you know how it works...or doesn't!