As an obese, aging Baby Boomer with more than a few years of experience (and pounds) under my belt, I thought identity crises were behind me. After years of ups and downs with my weight, I'd enjoyed ten or more years of blissfully ignoring my body, eating what I wanted, staying happy with myself in spite of the extra pounds. After years of struggle, yo-yo dieting, creeping weight gain, and disgust with my own body, I found peace. It didn't happen overnight, but I came to the conclusion that