Thanks Waves,

I've just been switched off Lyrica and have started trying to dump the pounds that drug packed on me. (Man, they should give it to anorexics.)

It's a real challenge because, aside for some "baby blubber," I've never been over-weight. Losing it is doubly hard because my spinal cord injury and TBI interfer a touch with my ability to exercise. Before my accident I was a mega jock so if I monitored calories, it was only to make sure I was getting enough of them. Oh yeah, and thanks to my frontal lobe damage, I now have weak impulse control and find it hard to stay away from junk foods I never would have even glanced at premorbid.

Anyway, wish me luck -I'm going to need it. I'll keep you posted. My rallying cry is "Thin jeans by Easter or bust (literally, bye, bye seams)!

Junk food? Can you believe I have never eaten a Pizza or a Macdonalds beefburger? or anybody else's burger come to that. And I'm 73 years old (antique)

Dear Jackie,

I'd never touched any of that garbage before my accident, either. My body was a temple. Now it's the dumpster behind the church.

Since my TBI everything tastes different and I find I crave carbs and sugar - the two things that are the most damaging for my expanding middle and my battered brain.

By the way, seventy is the new fifty!