I know "5 more pounds" is an odd name for a title, but it's the basis of my saga. Throughout this short story, I plan to cover several periods in my life. So forgive me if I bounce around a bit while recalling different events. I'll do my best to keep them in a somewhat understandable order, while I tell you about my weight demon. Have you defeated your weight demon? Or is food still a comforting friend for you on good days, but a teasing enemy on others? Like me, are you still allowing the old 5-pound rule to control your life?