Why? Who cares? Don't like - don't go.

In addition to restricting your calorie intake, exercising, and doing something about your self-esteem, you're really going to have to learn to like vegetables.

You should try preparing them in some different ways. If you're just eating the same old steamed broccoli or canned green beans, you should explore other ideas.

Try roasting them! Carrots, onions, and even brussels sprouts caramelize when you roast them. You like caramel, right? Well, it's not exactly the same thing, but they do get brown and syrupy and slightly sweet on the edges. And roasting creates incredible layers and layers of flavor. It's good, it really is.

Also try grilling. You can grill on the stove or under the broiler if you don't have an outdoor grill. Try some asparagus, after brushing them with two parts sesame oil, one part soy sauce. You'll be able to get them down, trust me. Even if you can't eat the stems, you're getting somewhere.

That's my advice, and not just about vegetables: eat less, but eat better. Get involved with your food. Learn to understand it. Get some interesting cookbooks and start screwing around. As you learn, you'll learn to satisfy your appetite AND you'll gain confidence as a competent human being, which will make you feel a LOT better.

Start walking for a half-hour each day. Walk around the block if you have to; it doesn't matter.

Don't obsess about the calorie count, and don't freak out and just give up the second you fuck up. Everybody fucks up. Just get back on that horse and ride.

Change your profile picture so it's not you eating something out of a jar!

I don't know how old you are, Van, but be aware that most of the people you see walking around have been pretty screwed up inside too. When I was as young as you look in your pics, I was a miserable ball of self-loathing. You've taken a fair amount of abuse here on Questionland, and maybe other places as well, but that stuff DOES NOT MATTER. You're not a freak or a dummy or a fatty -- that's not your identity. You're just a guy trying to dig yourself out of a hole. You can do it.

You should probably try and get some counseling.

End it. You know the answer. End it completely; no negotiating, no second/third/fourth chances, no ex-sex, no phone calls, no maybes, no nothing. Cold, clean cut. That's the only way it's ever going to heal.

You don't even talk to him. If he comes around, get a restraining order. Make him see that you mean business: the answer is NO.

Whatever it is you feel for this guy isn't love, it's just a familiar salve for the wound within you. You're co-dependent; you're addicted to your own misery. But it'll never heal with him around. You have to get yourself together first, and be strong.

He's got nothing for you -- that "self-help book" is bullpucky. Knowing "where he went wrong" is a load of crap -- EVERYBODY knows where he went wrong; you can see where he went wrong from the space shuttle. The question is what's he going to do to change it? Reading a book counts for zero. Another year of counseling, real counseling, by him alone, and no getting-mad-and-walking-out BS, and maybe he'll be ready for something. That's his problem, not yours.

But not you. Get out now. You and your kids will be better off for it.

Stop worrying about "what a girl needs" and think about what YOU want. Do you want to talk to him? Call him. Simple as that. Leave the other stuff for the magazines.

The correct answer to this question, particularly in light of your other question, is "What the fuck? Go away."

If this wasn't prearranged, you're a dead man the second those cuffs come off. Felonies are not sexy.

There's no such thing as a crochet needle. Crochet is done with hooks, not needles.

The Space Needle is so-called because "space" was one of the futurist themes of the 1962 World's Fair here, and "needle" describes the shape, particularly before the hideous soul-destroying 1980s addition ruined the lines. Look at the top.

Your cat thinks SHE is your boyfriend.

"Everything from her weird haircut to her glasses" covers pretty much, uh, nothing, nimrod. Try a little further down -- no, not that far -- her mouth. Shut up while the lady's talking and listen to what comes out of it.

I think a better question is "why do you have internet access"?