Have you ever done something that made you feel all tingly inside at the time only to be haunted by it later?
And in this case, I’m not actually talking about my teenage years when mooning people and pantsing friends were some of my finer achievements.
I’m not referring to deciding to have kids, either.
Let me share a passage from my old “Losing It!” weight-loss column that I wrote for the Deseret News in April 2009:
I am obese. Have been — by clinical definition, not my own — for the past 20 years.
That time period, by the way, includes all of my adulthood, plus most of my senior year in high school when I was voted “Most Likely to Own a Fast-Food Joint” and won a mouth-stuffing marshmallow contest.
Ah, those were the days. [Read more…]