I’ve crossed over to the dark side, abandoned all hope thrown in the towel, read the writing on the wall and turned my back on all I hold dear. That's right.... I’m on a diet. No cookies, cakes, pies or chips. No pizza, General Tso’s Chicken, BBQ or fried dough of any kind. Just that thin flavorless grayish-green vitamin fortified gruel-like substance you’re forced to eat when you leave the matrix. Ok I’m exaggerating...a little. I’m on the Weight Watchers Flex Plan. Wheee! It’s actually a pretty cool set –up. The best part of it is that the whole thing is done on line, no meetings. Now I’m well aware that people who go to meetings tend to be more successful in their pursuit of a chafe free summer. I’m also aware that if I were to attend a typical meeting I would more than likely be killed and possibly eating by a large number of protein deprived housewives and office workers from Staten Island and Queens who wouldn’t appreciate my “unique” outlook on life. So I’m keeping it strict...