I really want a heavy bag, I just have no place to put it. My upper body would be fierce.

I tend to eat when I'm depressed, but I can't eat when I'm stressed out.

I'm working on dieting now. Breakfast was hot cereal made with soy milk, lunch was a quesadilla with low-fat cheese and whole wheat tortillas, and dinner will be veggie buffalo wings and celery sticks. Not perfect, but a definite effort for good carbs and lots of veggies and protein. (Just made tomorrow's lunch, too. Some salad with tomatoes and bleu cheese; some pasta salad with whole wheat pasta, peppers, artichokes, and basil; some tomatoes and fresh mozzerella; and some sauteed chard. I can stick with healthy lunches so much more easily when I use my lunchbox.)

Well, how about that. Appears I'm going to Mexico with former boss next week.

Call you from Mexican jail!

Call you from Mexican jail!

Don't call Cass, she'll just get all "TOLD you so" and leave you there to rot.

She do that to you, too??

Bitch has SUCH an attitude when it comes to narcotics.

I'm a yo-yo dieter, even when depressed. Mild depression - I eat, anything and everything. Severe depression - I stop eating because I feel like I'm choking. My big problem is getting excersize; I don't. It's one thing to know I need to and another to actually do it.

Sail is me. Hence the recent weight gain. I guess that's better than the craxy weight loss of a couple summers ago, but gah. Would like my clothes to fit, please. They're pretty and I can't afford new ones.

(But I can afford that gym membership I never use...yeah...umm....)

When I had my huge big-D Depression in college, I ate almost constantly -- 3 meals plus popcorn, cheddar scones slathered in butter, jumbo candy bars and entire boxes of cookies as daily snacks -- and lost weight; in the last few years, big-D Depression has led to listless to no eating and no weight loss.

I'm completely awed, and somewhat frightened, by Laura's diet.

Would like my clothes to fit, please. They're pretty and I can't afford new ones.

Not that the cause of my "This" is similar, but This. Almost nothing fits, both because of a smallish but persistent baby belly (not likely to go away anytime soon with the stress-eating I've been doing) and because everything has shifted. The only vintage dress I have that still fits is a drop-waist early '30s crepe dress. The '50s hourglass dresses? No way. The modern pencil skirts? Ha ha! The button-up blouses and tank and wrap tops? BWAH! I have two pairs of stretch leggings, a spring/summer dress, and four tops that still work (plus two other dresses that kinda work but I can't nurse or pump in them), no way to pay for any more new stuff, and no idea what my body's going to ultimately look like anyhow.

However, in yaygood news, thanks to my angel boss, we now have a digital camera! And as thrilled as I am about being able to document Matilda's growth minute-by-minute, I'm almost as thrilled about being able to photograph and list the vintage dresses on eBay.

Speaking of which, if a minor thread hijack is permissible -- after a couple of years of scouting and buying vintage dresses on eBay I have a rough idea of what's good in a listing and what will just make buyers go @@ and leave:

• A good picture of the dress in decent light, with a picture of any detail work
  *As many measurements as possible - boobs, waist, hips, skirt length and possibly shoulders
  *A picture of any flaws or damage
  *Info on the label or designer if I can dig it up
  *Giving at least the correct decade for the dress
  *Spelling it all more or less correctly and not saying "GR8 dress! lOOk!!!" in my title or description

Am I missing anything? Measurements I didn't think of? Details in the pictures? Other info?

Skipping lots to say that my heat is finally back on!

I'm eating more now that I'm not leaving the house with the kids. This is bad. I weigh more than I've weighed in ages (even at the tail end of being pregnant). I'd say I've put on 15lbs. since we brought Olivia home and that is very, very bad.

It can't be helping my back issues any.

I'm watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town and recording it for Owen. He's got no clue about Santa yet.

Brenda, we'll have bail money ready!

Crap, I'm now salivating over teapots online. I usually just make mine by the mug with my kettle.

There is a Backyardigans episode about a tea party and Owen can now say, "pip, pip, cheerio!"