Diet hell, Day 4.

Oops. That last one was supposed to be Day 4, even though I typed it last night. (Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.) Evil scale lies. Or else my fall PJs are just heavier. Starting my day at about 118 -- hard to tell, because my eyes are so far away from the scale at my toes. Last night's popcorn delicious for breakfast. Am wasting away to nothing in my mind. Unfortunately Mrs. Claus has taken over my body. Or is it Oprah? If it's you Oprah, take me now! I give up! But only for Oprah. On the off-chance that it's Mrs. Claus, or Kirstie Alley, will continue diet and exercise right into Day 4. Am fearless. Wish me luck and lots of bran