Fat and Happy, eh?

I now can completely understand the phrase, "Fat and Happy". I mean, before I was trying to loose weight, I could eat (and it was in moderation) and life was normal. I could eat Momma's home cooking, a slice of key lime pie, chips and salsa and not feel guilty. Now I am frantic and disappointed and hear my conscience, if I even look at a commercial on TV about food. Every person on TV, my head says, "they're skinny, your not!" Now that I am trying, nothing is happening. But I am not giving up. I bought a new scale yesterday. Dang it to Harpersville for it didn't weigh me any less. I don't know if the reason I bought it was to torture or motivate myself....