I can’t remember the last time I was really hungry. I have this persistent fantasy that I get marooned for a couple weeks in a remote cabin in the woods with almost no food. I would ration and appreciate every morsel I pop into my mouth, chop wood, take long walks, splash in a creek and read my favorite books. Why this dorky fantasy? Because I am a compulsive over eater and I am slowly killing my self both spiritually and physically with food. How did this sad state come about? What is my plan of action to save myself? This is the crux of blog: I want to share my story, compare diet plans and menus, log my successes and failures, and maybe connect with and support others who are struggling with their weight, health and self-esteem.