If you ask me to describe myself I would likely say I am pleasantly plump. Being honest, I would add that I am slightly more plump and slightly less pleasant. But, I digress. Today I went to Dairy Queen with Josh, Carly, and Eric's dad. Walking inside, I held the door open for a old and obviously frail woman. Her son, in front of her, turned around to me and said "Jenny Craig is alive and well." In a state of confusion and disbelief...I laughed and smiled. Then, as I sat down with my children to eat my butterscoth dipped vanilla cone the idea that this man was incredibly pompous and cruel grew inside me. I couldn't believe that he would be so bold as to say that to me, a person he had never met, walking into DQ with my kids. And I spent a good deal of time convincing myself that this stranger had no power to hurt me. But in fact, he had wounded me with his callus and off the cuff remark. Honestly, sir, (as if you are reading this) do you think I enjoy being overweight