The other day I saw an old boyfriend at the grocery store. It had been ages since we had seen each other. We spent about a half hour talking, and catching up on each other's lives.

He is one of the most handsome men I've ever known. He would easily fit on the cover of GQ.

He was all decked out in dress clothes and there I was in jeans. I wanted to immediately run home, lose about 1,000 pounds, do 500 sit ups, dye my hair, buy new clothes, and one of those "slimmer corset" thingies.

When I got in my car I stopped and thought about it. I said to myself, "Jan, quit being an idiot. If you think you need to change, do it for yourself, not some guy."

All that therapy is finally paying off!

Jan