The NOVEL continues

Okay.  So, I am re-writing my novel,  WAKING UP, for the ....umpteenth time.  As I take out the very poorly written parts, the book gets shorter.  And shorter.  This may end up as 'short' story.
Well, poopah.
I do add things, and mostly I like what I add, until I read the entire chapter and go,.....hmmmm, didn't I already say that?  Or, more likely, that's dumb.
But I still enjoy the process.  I write every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening, sometimes both.
My days are lovely.  As soon as I get up, dressed, teeth brushed, I am out the door for my morning walk.  I hate it.  I am, however, 'mildly over nourished', and if I don't exercise, I will become fat.  My husband said that time is nearing.  Boo Hiss.  Or is it Boo Him?
So I walk.  Somedays I go to the pool and swim instead, or in addition too.  Yesterday, I walked and went to the gym.  I hate it all.
In a perfect world, we could eat pretty much what we want, (with reason, of course, and everyones reasons are different :).), exercise moderately; walking to the fridge, bathroom, car, around the mall, etc., and stay a normal size.  Like an 6, or 8.  Well, I'm a 12, once in a while a 10, and once in a while a 14, but mostly a 12.  If I get down to a 10 or :) an 8, I will have to buy new clothes.  I think my husband would rather I stay fat.
I have altered my diet.  I no longer have my snifter of B & B in the evening.  I have only one beer before dinner, not two.  I don't eat potato chips, I have switched to baked sweet potato chips.  I eat my hamburgers without the bun.  I limit my ice cream to Gelato. And, well, that's about it.  I mean we are trying to eat more healthy, but it's hard.
I don't do hard very well.
So, my rant for the day is over.
Couldn't I just take a pill?