Everyone I know or come into contact with perpetually wants to lose ten pounds. I’ll think I’ve finally met someone who looks perfectly thin then inevitably they’ll mention how they’ve recently gained ten pounds and are looking to take it off.

What is up with this God-forsaken ten pounds? Why do we all have it? I’ve never not had it, even at my thinnest teenage best. Just under 5’11 and a whopping 140 pounds, I wanted to weigh 130. Thought I was huge. Could have grabbed “handfuls” of the extra ten pounds on my belly to prove it to you.

So if you are someone who is happy with your weight as you are, I would love to scoop you up into my arms (as I’d likely be able to do that with ease if you don’t want to lose ten pounds) and whisk you away to a science lab to be studied under a microscope. But I will settle for a response to this blog.

Please, tell us, what’s it like to be you? Do you fret over every piece of food that enters your mouth? Or do you eat sensible, reasonable meals and are you okay with that? Do those meals make you full or do you want to gnaw off your own fingers thirty minutes later? Do you breakdown and eat a family-size bag of dark chocolate peanut m&m’s that you keep hidden so nobody else in the family can get to them? (Me? Nooo, never. Just an example…really.)

Share with us what it’s like to wake up every morning and not eye the evil scale. Do you splurge? And what does that look like? Would you consider a binge a bagel on a Sunday morning? (Seriously, I once heard a celebrity name a bagel when asked what her biggest binge food was. I consider that health food.) Or do you have so little interest in food that you just eat when necessary to fill the hunger void? (I once heard this from a perfectly shaped and ripped gay man…of course.)

Share with us. Enquiring minds want to know.

Gotta run. I hear rustling in my secret drawer…