what I want to tell you is that I am going on a diet, one last diet. I’m sure
you’re thinking (much too nice to say it) uh-oh, there she goes again. But
there is no again about it. Maybe I am not yet ready for it, but something
tells me I am. Even though dieting has gotten me nowhere, I think this time is
different. So when I say now I am going on a diet it might look the same on the
outside, but I think there is a quiet evolution going on inside. This turning
to food is such a sensitive function, such a secret matter, but the rules of
the game are beginning to change.