OK, the serious dieting must begin, and the reason is threefold (as was the purpose of Chandler being in the box on Thanksgiving on "Friends," but I digress).
1. My 10-year high school reunion is this summer. I'd like to look really good, but I'll settle for decent.
2. We're going on vacation to the Outer Banks with my in-laws in June. See second sentence of No. 1.
3. I'm just tired of being fat and depressed.

In other news, I think I'm getting sick. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up with a full-blown cold, which makes me very unhappy. I keep hoping maybe it's just my sinuses since it was so nice and warm today after the evilness and cold, but I think it's just a pipe dream.

In news not related to me whatsoever, Johnny Cochran died, so he is now burning in hell for repeatedly getting murderers and other bad seeds acquitted.

And speaking of people going to hell, I hear Jerry Falwell's in the hospital again. They say he's clinically stable but critically ill, so we'll just have to wait and see.