Dear Body,

You are hereby charged with helping me enjoy the best years of my life as I
continue grandparenting into the future.

Together we've shed half of you and uncovered a new inner me thanks to
a Roux-en-Y bypass procedure back in August 2000. In recent months I've
disrespected our joint venture and allowed you to become overfed, under loved
and you've rebelled, as should be expected. You've begun to morph back
into early stages of ill health as you climb the scales toward the danger
zone. We can’t do it alone, though.