Due to my high public profile, my identity has to remain a secret.

I am merely one of thousands, anyway – a fat, 30-something who has lost and gained more times than I care to remember. I am happily married to a Mick Molloy look-a-like who is the most loving man in the world. Not in a pathetic, sad arse way, just, you know, I-grew-up-in-Brisbane-don’t-expect-too-much-in-the-roses-stakes sort of way.

Nothing particulary different this time – me fat again, me not happy long time. Except I know now that losing weight is a fucking boring and tedious process that cannot go on forever. I am willing to go hard till the end of 2009. That’s it.

Let’s see how we go. Welcome along for the ride.