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This is probably not going to be a politically correct entry, so those who are easily offended may want to stop reading now.

"Grey's Anatomy," helped me put my thoughts together about how much I despise cancer.

The show, which has become increasingly annoying in this season, had three, count them, three cancer storylines packed into one terminally ill episode.

This was probably not the episode for a woman who recently lost her mother to cervical cancer to watch.

Izzy Stevens, also known as the "TV doctor who gets on my last nerve," just found out she has brain cancer. A family of three, way-too-pretty siblings also are trying to decide if they should remove their stomachs to avoid their relatives fates of a horrible death to an aggressive stomach cancer.

Let the whining of the beautiful people begin: "I don't want to die, what about the trips I've planned. . . blah, blah, blah. My hair is way too shiny for me to die. . .blah blah blah."

Anywho, my favorite part was the sibs detailed descriptions of their relatives painful cancer deaths. They went into the weight they lost, how they couldn't eat and how much pain they were in. They talked about watching them waste away and being helpless to do anything about it.

I hated them for describing such a devastatingly personal experience that was so close to home.

I hate cancer.

I was going really strong.

I thought I could last without Pepsi.

Apparently, I could not. I made it until Sunday, and then was hell-bent on getting some soda.

It's like it was calling to me. I was seeing Pepsi trucks everywhere. I think I even followed one. (Like I was going to stop the driver and club him for his wares - yes - the craving was that bad.)

I feel like a failure. Who can't give up soda for more than 48 hours without caving?

It's interesting, because I once gave soda up for about six months. So, it can be done.

But can I do this thing again?

Let's see - why did I cave?

Because I really, really wanted some soda. I tried subbing tea for it, but had no luck. I drank more water, but it's just not the same.

What can I do?

Try, try again. That's what I'll do.

Set the soda counter back to 0 days again.

It's true.

I have not weighed myself since late October, mainly because I fear what the scale will read.

You see, the scale is your friend when you're losing weight.

You step on with the confidence of knowing the reading will be less than it was the last time you took this particular adventure.

You're excited about every weigh in, because you can feel your progress, in the clothes that are not as snug and see it in the cheeks that are no longer as chubby.

This is not the case with me. The scale is not my friend.

I went over to my co-worker, Cathy, today, with a question.

"Remember when you were fat?" I asked. "Did you ever wake up and discover a new roll that just popped up?"

A little background: Cathy and I have worked together for years, and both struggled to lose weight. She's a big winner in that department, and lost lots with a combination of diet and working out (She looks fabulous, too! I'm hoping to get her to share her weight-loss story with you guys as a guest blogger, but we'll chat about that another time).

Anywho, when we were both big girls, we laughed and joked - a lot - so, she wasn't offended when I asked her my questions (And for those of you who know Cathy, it takes A LOT to offend her!)

After she laughed until her face turned red, she responded.

"Oh yes. . . that still happens sometimes."

Tell me about it.

Britney Spears' new video is online, and in it, she's naked!

(Yes, I know - shocking, just shocking!)

Here it is for your viewing pleasure:

Any thoughts?

I think after all the flack she caught for the infamous 2007 MTV Awards opening act about her weight, she went out of her way to show how slim, tone and greasy she is.

I'm not sure why she's naked, but she really seems to like being that way.

The song itself is classic Britney, and sounds like most of her other dance music. It's not bad, it's not great, it's just Britney.

This clip makes my sister's husband cringe.

It's from my favorite show, "Scrubs," which my sister Regina also loves.

We think this song about a "special kind of love" rocks.

It's "Guy Love," a duet with "Scrubs" doctors J.D. and his BFF, Turk.

Awww. . . doesn't it just warm your heart?

It all started when I lost my glasses. Things went downhill - literally - from there.

Over the weekend, I was at my friend, Mike's, home in Providence, RI. I helped him paint rooms on the third floor as part of his remodeling project there.

Now, being the good glasses-wearer that I am, I thought, "I'm going to take off my glasses, and put them someplace safe, so I don't get paint on them."

The only problem - I couldn't remember where that safe place was.

I have a few confessions to make:

I shot the sheriff. But I didn't shoot the deputy.

I know who killed Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac.

I talk to my cats. They don't answer.

I wear my iPod in the grocery store because I don't want to hear other people's children crying.

I'm still mad about the Grey's Anatomy season finale.

I watched "Flava of Love" (Flava Flav's VH-1 show).

I'm not a fan of peanut butter or bananas.

I miss eating donuts.

I had French fries twice last week. (Darn you, McDonald's, you foul temptress!)

I also did not make it to the gym last week - not one day.