That's all that happened here. You got fatter. You're still one of the most accomplished women on the planet. You've still got more money than god. You still give away a lot of that money and do real things that help real people. I know there are people around here who can't stand you precisely because your refusal to stop believing you can and should be a thin person too often manifests as yet more heartbreaking, infuriating, wounding messages about how fat people are bad and thin people are good. But I can't help admiring you anyway. And I can't help feeling for you when I read about your shame, embarrassment, and anger at yourself. I know exactly how that goes — hence my last diet. I still get twinges of all those feelings and have to work my butt off to resist them. As I should have told you during that brief moment when we talked, we are all still working on it.
I admit I'm tempted to get angry at you for wasting your phenomenally powerful bullhorn on promoting body shame instead of telling other fat women that they're not bad, undisciplined people. But I can't, because I know just how loud and demanding those voices in your head are, the ones that say, "It doesn't matter that you're one of the most accomplished women on the planet, because you let yourself get fat again!" I know the pure, unfettered irrationality of that train of thought isn't obvious when you're in the grip of hating your body. The voices are too insistent.
Head on over and read the whole thing (http://kateharding.net/2008/12/09/dear-oprah/)