No matter how hard I try to shield myself from the undercurrent of emphasis on weight (or lack thereof), it still manifests itself.

Most of the time I'm happy with myself just the way I am at this moment. Most of the time I like me. I am, however, a work in progress. Not to be a certain weight, nor a certain size, but to be healthier.

It's just frustrating some days, most days. To be barraged. I turn off the television more and more, and listen to public radio. That helps. Most of the time.

It's like trying to prevent the sun from touching your skin, though.