Jon Tyler’s birthday! In nine short months I gained ninety pounds. Today, one year later, I’ve lost sixty-five of those pounds. It doesn’t take a mathematician to figure I’m up twenty-five pounds from when I became pregnant. Now, twenty-five pounds is livable, especially for someone as tall as I am. The problem is that I began my pregnancy eighty-five pounds overweight! Will it ever end? I must get out of this whirlpool. It keeps me going around in circles. I lose a few pounds here and there, then get sucked down into the fear, depression, and self-hatred of being fat, which always results in an amazing, five-pound-or-more instant gain. Then I throw out a line and climb—