I'm an artist, educator and cultural historian living in Montreal. I recently relocated from Saskatchewan, and gained almost twenty pounds when I moved here. Not from stress - well maybe a little - mostly just eating WAAAY too much of the fabulous food in Montreal. The bread! the cheese! the poutine! Yeah. So now that that's over, I'm stuck with a fat belly and no clothes in the fashion heart of Canada. So I walk down St. Catherine's and look at all the clothes I'm going to buy . . . soon . . . Not to mention the fact that I feel like crap, and look forward to reclaiming my health and fitness. Gettin to be an old broad. Need to look after myself. I am still clinging to my old Weight Watchers goal from many years ago, and I'll probably adjust it. But thirty pounds at least. Sigh. One day at a time. Such a cliche, but still true.