Set Point. Pretty Set. In Stone. Not Budgin'...Nope.

You may recall my conviction that my current weight is Speedybuns' fault. Whenever I have a baby, I receive a two-year gift subscription to Rubenesque R Us. We've got another six months till expiration this time around, but I thought I'd try giving Mother Nature a nudge in the Skinnygirlz direction: you know, cut back on the chocolate-snarfing and settle into a more sensible eating pattern. (Yes, again. Last year's attempt died before it was even born. Though not before I'd spent a wad on South Beach books.)

But three weeks in, it's made no difference. I stuff my face with about three thousand calories a day...I weigh 64 kilos. I eat sensible portions of sensible foods at sensible mealtimes and forgo dessert, snacks, sodas, and wine....I weigh 64 kilos. Well, fine. That's an easy choice, isn't it?

Snarf, snarf, snarf. And, oh, waiter, bring me some whipped cream to go with that, would you, hon?