Yes, it's that time of year again - the day I dread and don't look forward to, but is a necessary evil. The annual MAMMOGRAM. So this morning I went in for my yearly smashing. For the most part, it was a fairly normal appointment. After being handled, squished, pressed, contorted and clamped, they let me go with one last parting shot. Screener Lady: "Have you lost weight since last year?" Tracie: "Why yes, 20 pounds". (Said with more than a hint of pride) Screener Lady: "I thought so. There's not as much tissue as last year." Ouch - there's nothing makes a girl feel good like being told her boobs have gotten smaller.