Thank God for T.V. Without it, I don't know what would fuel the fury which keeps me going. Specifically this morning, a diet commercial gushed "I went from a size 10 to a size 4 in 2 months!", and my 4-year-old daughter turned to me and said, eagerly, "Does that sound like a good idea, mommy?" I became so pissed off, I made blueberry pancakes for my entire family.

Now, the Uberfamily is not your typical obese American family. We joined the YMCA, we live by the largest park in town, Uberhusband bikes to the train -- so we get exercise. Although we put both cream and sugar in our coffee, we do not drink soda or eat much over-processed food.

We are medium-sized people. Depending on height, a size 10 can either belong to a medium-sized or a thin woman. I have never met a woman on whom a size 10 would signal obesity. That includes the 4 foot 8 inch nun who teaches kindergarten at my daughter's school. So I'm pissed. I'm pissed that T.V. alternates Burger King commercials with weight loss commercials. I'm pissed at the suggestion that a size 10 is so horrible that one must attend a weight-loss clinic to shed its shame as quickly as possible. I'm pissed that, in a country where obesity is a serious health problem, the aim of good health has been replaced by the aim of becoming skeletal. The fact that my 4-year-old is already getting this message pisses me off beyond belief. The fact that I happen to be a size 10 has nothing to do with it.