So we've established that I'm fat, and that I'm ready to do something about it. But what brought this on, anyway? I'm not about to get married, I haven't received a high-school reunion invitation, and it's not even bikini season. Maybe my jeans are a little tight, but my Juicy Couture is awfully forgiving, and I have sets in almost every color. What set the wheels of the diet train in motion? It was an otherwise uneventful doctor visit.




