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by Cheryl Brooks About two years ago, my new doctor recommended that I lose some weight. My liver enzymes had been elevated for a few years, which my previous doctor never seemed to notice. A CT of the abdomen for an unrelated problem had shown some fatty liver disease, which was the probable cause of the abnormal labs. He said only a few pounds would make a big difference, otherwise, I was looking at the possibility of developing cirrhosis of the liver, even without excessive alcohol intake.  As it turned out, since the previous lab work was drawn (which were the results he was looking at), I had already lost about five pounds, mainly from working my ass off all summer. The results were still in the high end of normal, so he encouraged me to lose even more weight, and it didn't have to be a lot. Another five pounds would be enough. Something in his manner suggested he didn't think I could do it. He was wrong. I started on a diet (the Mediterranean diet minus sugar, bre...

Happy Monday! I'm starting my week with excuses. You haven't seen a new book from me for over a year now. What's my excuse? A. The dog ate my manuscript. B. My writing is terrible and no one wants a book from me. C. I'm going through a major personal transformation. If you chose A... wrong. Though I wouldn't be surprised. I have two corgis and one of them, Bandit, (the tricolor) is a major force of destruction. You can follow Bandit and Pepper on Instagram! (Yes, they have their own page). If you chose B... fortunately wrong, but you've hit on the secret fear of writers everywhere. The fabulous Deb Werksman, my editor at Sourcebooks, still wants more from me, but we haven't agreed on a new proposal. And I've stopped sending them for now because... C! C is correct. It all started with a haircut. For years, I had long hair. Or at least just-past-my-shoulders hair. And I was fine with that. But I had a hair appointment. "Let's go r...