When you are in your 50's and you are overweight, you have tried diet after diet. I just spent a year feeling guilty for not following weight watchers. So I quit. I am not going to feel guilty. I am not going to dread admitting my mistakes. I am going on an all out, Jerry-Springerish battle with myself. I am Annie (not my real name) and I am going to white trash, jello wrestle, bitchslap battle Pannie. Pannie would be my alter ego. Pannie is the fat on my belly that rolls over my low ...

When you are in your 50's and you are overweight, you have tried diet after diet. I just spent a year feeling guilty for not following weight watchers. So I quit. I am not going to feel guilty. I am not going to dread admitting my mistakes. I am going on an all out, Jerry-Springerish battle with myself. I am Annie (not my real name) and I am going to white trash, jello wrestle, bitchslap battle Pannie. Pannie would be my alter ego. Pannie is the fat on my belly that rolls over my low rise jeans, also known as a pannus. I hope to have a smile filled, irreverent, sarcastic go of it. So Get...Reeaaddy...To...RUMBLE!!