Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we lived in a world where we could eat what we wanted and not worry about our weight? I lived in that world for over 30 years. I ate what I wanted, and I didn’t have to worry about keeping my weight at a certain place. I didn’t have to worry because it went up and up, and I lived in the delusion that it was ok. Then two things happened that began to wake me up. In January of 2012 I found out that I had a lesion on my kidney. Renal Cell Carcinoma they called it. In February, they removed more than a third of my left kidney. It was a surgery that was made worse by my excessive weight. They were able to do it robotically, but it took longer because of all of the fat they had to cut through. It made me begin to think about losing weight. I kind of explored the options. I know a lot of people who have had success through weight loss surgery. It never was a method that appealed to me, but now it wasn’t one I could even consider. Everything I read said that previous abdominal surgery meant that you weren’t a good candidate. I kind of pretended that I wanted to change my eating habits, but I wasn’t really serious. Then two years later in February of 2014, I got another bad report from the doctor. It was the D word – Diabetes. I knew I had to do something. They tried a medication that made me so sick that I thought, I don’t ever want to have to take that medicine again. The doctor said he would let me try for six months to get it under control with diet. What do I do now? More tomorrow . . .