I wrote My Big Fat Head when I decided to accept the fact that I was a food addict... ...well, maybe not total acceptance, but an acknowledgement. Let s call it a nod. I knew there was no question I was a sugar addict, and I knew that if the sugar didn t go, I was going to go (diabetic, crazy, to Weight Watcher s for the fifth time, pick one), and I wanted to mentally stay onboard, so I didn t think I would ever publish My Big Fat Head, because if I did, I d be out of the closet and all the world would know my dirty little secret; that when placed in a boxing ring with chocolate chip cookies,...