Welcome to the Good, the Fat and the Hungry. I'm Karla and I have been -- or am -- all those things. Here, I will share with you my lifelong struggle with my weight, and I hope you'll follow along on with my determined attempt to lose the last 40 pounds. I promise to tell you every Wednesday about every win and setback along the way.

I could dress it up in fancy words, but that's not my style. In a nutshell, my eating stinks. Dr. Jonny Bowden was glad to hear about my new fitness habits, but he did not delay in telling me that I could not out-train a bad diet. He stressed the importance of balanced eating and gave me great tips to help break some of the bad habits that have created this pseudo-plateau. It is actually not a plateau. I have somehow managed to balance out enough exercise to keep me from gaining. The downside is, I'm no longer losing. The drastic work is done. That was losing the hundreds of pounds. But I'm not done. I've still got another 10 or so I'd like to get rid of. Somehow these 10 seem much harder than the first 200, but I know I can do it.

I'm not too proud to say it. When it comes to my eating, I need help. Having tried every diet on the market, the only success I've ever experienced was with Weight Watchers. Back in the 80s, my brother and I even tried a pill called Dream Away. The infomercial was incredible! We watched all the before and after testimonials, and all we needed to do was "dream the fat away." Well, we jumped on this deal with both feet. Let me get this straight: We can eat what we want and just take a pill and the fat will melt away, while we sleep? Talk about a no-brainer, we were all over it. We pooled our allowances and his lawn mowing money and ordered our bottles of Dream Away. What this infomercial did not tell us was that it was really speed, and you never slept. Hence, if it failed it had to be because you weren't sleeping. Duh! Weight Watchers held no gimmicks and if I worked the system, it worked. I lost nearly 70 pounds and got too cute to keep up the good work. I'm still cute, but my thighs are still huge -- so I am considering a Weight Watchers rejoin.

What I liked about WW was that it allowed me to make choices in my eating. As long as I didn't exceed my point limit, I was fine. On days when I was tempted to hold the candy store hostage, I didn't have to because I could "treat" myself as long as I counted the points. Having to count the points was almost subliminal in its effect. I started out eating animal crackers because they were three points for a small vending machine bag. But in comparison to a cup of grapes (only one point), it seemed almost foolish to not make the exchange. Surely a cup of grapes is healthier than animal crackers, so I made the switch. I figured if I could eat a cup of grapes and save those two points for something else, why not. That mentality started with animal crackers and slowly began to permeate other areas. Mustard was no points, so I put mayo away. Small changes made a huge difference, and I never felt imprisoned by my eating limitations. As I think about it, I'm not sure limitations is the right word. I could eat whatever I wanted, but if I didn't want to be hungry at 7 p.m. and out of points, I had better use them wisely.

Now as I look at the scale, I am more awake than I have ever been. I see and appreciate all I've lost but realize there's still more. Here's where every set of eyes reading these words get to jump in. I want to hear all about WW wins, losses and considerations. I know that I can do it, just not alone. Please leave your thoughts and comments. I want to hear it all. I'm not squeamish -- and this is really the good, the bad and the ugly.