After the holidays ended in January I noticed a distinct additional inch of fat around my waist. This is part of my “not caring what people think of me” campaign that I successfully have been waging. If I am thin or fat, I love myself. Well, when that inch appeared it all fell apart. I might have loved myself but I have hated that additional inch and have struggled with what to do about it. Now, mind you, I didn’t do anything about it actually, but I have struggled.