Here at NeverSayDiet, we talk a lot about body image and eating disorders. A LOT. Which is why I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that, amidst all the blogging about anorexia and bulimia and airbrushing and low-calorie diets, one topic we haven’t lent much word space to is binge eating.

First we had calorie logs and food journals. Then diet blogs. Then food photoblogging. Now, women looking to take control of their fat and calorie intake have yet another venue in which to obsess: Food tweets.

So, you’re wearing a pair of low-cut jeans that are just a wee bit too snug, and the tight waistband creates a fat-roll-bubbling-over effect. Lovely. As a result, you feel self conscious and spend the day constantly tugging your top down to conceal the Muffin Top. You feel gross and unhealthy and ashamed of your buttery roll. Your curse the mini Snickers you've been sneaking out of your coworker's candy jar every morning at 9:30am. But in your heart, you know you don’t actually have a spare tire – it’s simply the byproduct of your jeans cutting into your flesh. Even a 100-lb twiglette would sport spillage if you tied a rubber band tightly enough around her hips. And besides, if you just went up a size, the Muffin Top would cease to exist.

Every week I enjoy watching one of my favorite TV shows, Medium starring Patricia Arquette, as psychic Allison DuBois. The show always features two elements that I find very interesting; she always has a dream that foreshadows future events and when she jumps awake and sits up in bed, she is always wearing my “Pick of the Week:” BedHead Pajamas.

Dear Moms Everywhere, What’s up? Trista Sutter’s Post-Baby Belly here. Good to meet you. Hey –you! Yo! I’m down here. By the navel. That’s better. How’s it hangin’? (Heh, heh, heh.) As I said, I’m Trista’s abdominal section. You may know me better as her “tiny bump” or her “belly on two sticks” when her son, Max, was inside me. Sure, I got kinda big but I was eating for two and, you know, incubating a human being. After Max split, Trista worked her butt off and got right back into a bikini. We looked pretty damn smoking, I must admit. But here’s the thing: I’m tired.

Take a quick trip through just the past month of Never Say Diet’s blogs and it’s Lasik-clear that we’re in serious need of a national Love Your Body Day. Model Filippa Hamilton was fired by Ralph Lauren for allegedly being too big, at a size four. Barbie has cankles.

When NeverSayDiet asked me to write about boots, I was faced with a dilemma. There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who can walk into a shoe store and purchase a pair of boots that will fit them like a glove and there are those of us who can’t get the boot past our calves. In a nutshell, that is the problem with boots.

The scene: Manhattan, 1998, Carrie Bradshaw's rent-controlled apartment. Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda are kvetching over Chinese takeout and wine. The topic of convo: Big is dating a model and no one can understand why. Miranda: “When did all the men get together to decide they would only get it up for giraffes with big breasts? [We] live in a culture that promotes impossible standards of beauty.”* Charlotte: "It doesn't matter how good I feel about myself, when I see Christy Turlington, I just want to give up." Miranda: “I want to hold Christy down and force-feed her lard."

Did you ever see a faux turtleneck dickie? Maybe in an old movie or the one that your grandfather wore under his sweater with his blazer so it looked like he was wearing a turtleneck? Well, My Pick of the Week is the Molly. What’s a Molly you ask? A Molly is a Dickie!

I’m in Denver this week for the American Dietetic Association Annual Meeting, working on behalf of Lifeway Kefir. Today was a fantastic kickoff to the three-day conference, which is jam-packed with all sorts of rockstar nutritionists and RDs, from my friend David Grotto, RD, author of 101 Foods That Could Save Your Life to Food Network star Ellie Krieger, who demoed these unbelievably simply yet decadent dark chocolate-cherry-almond clusters.