Happy and heavy. Getting heavier...and then two babies. Still happy! Ok now I can't polish my own toes, Hypertenion is along for the ride, and efforts to fit into jeans from my twenties is futile...did I mention I'm still twenty! Fast forward 20 years and now dirty "D" has staked claim in my life. Just like an infant, it wants to be feed every two hours, and demands most of, if not all of my attention. How blessed I am to be so friggin happy; and armed with a plan. I got the happy part down, but if only I'll stick to the plan.