The title sums up my feeling right at the moment. I am trying to get into the "zone" and it is really a push. My overall mood is annoyance. I am most annoyed at myself for even letting this be an issue. I could dwell on my many problems and why I have let food be my comfort, reward, consolation, and absolute treat. I could list my excuses - age (getting up there), lifestyle (not a whole lot of excess movement), asthma (I'm sure my lungs are not being helped as they are crushed on all sides by excess fat), weak ankles (let's face they were never meant to support this kind of weight load) and daily pressure ( dealing with all of the mentioned items). Or I could suck it up and admit that I eat too much and I need to drastically alter my daily intake. I have no answers or really even a point to this. All I can say is today I am working the diet.