So... Did we know tattoos hurt? Because I feel I should have been warned given narcotics.

Oh, man. I had expected mine to hurt, but not as much as it actually DID hurt in parts.

But the endorphin rush afterwards was SPECTACULAR.

I've been doing the Weight Watchers Core diet lately, which seems to work pretty well for me.

I just started Core on Monday, and I'm having a hard time with the "stop eating when satisfied" part of the plan. Because I don't know what that feels like. I know what hungry feels like, and I know what stuffed feels like. But no in-between.

I know what hungry feels like, and I know what stuffed feels like. But no in-between.

Experiment with stopping halfway through your portion and listen to your stomach. If it isn't asking for more food, see how long it is before it does, and only eat again then.

It gets easier.

Is that all in one go, or over the course of the day (I'd expect the former)?

Over the course of a day... so, 1 30 minute walk, 2 15 minute walks or 2 10 minute walks.

Any day I walk into Salem town and back, there's my 30 minutes!

When it gets nicer I'm going to start walking more to/from both train stations.

I know what hungry feels like, and I know what stuffed feels like. But no in-between.

The key is figuring out that "not stuffed" =! "hungry". Which sounds stupid and obvious, but it's something I'm always working on reminding myself of.

(am I doing the thing with the not equal sign right?)

I just started Core on Monday, and I'm having a hard time with the "stop eating when satisfied" part of the plan. Because I don't know what that feels like. I know what hungry feels like, and I know what stuffed feels like. But no in-between.

I'm doing a different plan, but I find that planning portion size before is key. Like my lunch yesterday. We had this Meatballs Stroganoff recipe from their book. 1 portion was 4 meatballs. I look at it going "Four! You're kidding, right?" I would neverever stop at four on my own, but I was fine. Ready for the afternoon snack, but that's actually good, because otherwise I have to make myself eat all 5 meals/snacks. Or, I had seven cheese puffs this weekend (actually about 1/4 of a serving, but since they're not on the diet at all...). Since I put seven on my plate, then walked to another room to sit down and eat, I only ate seven. (Really hoping I'm sounding helpful and not sanctimonious).

Teppy needs a naaaaaaaaap.

(That comment is totally unrelated to diet talk; just my own level of Why The Hell Can't I Fall Asleep Before 1 a.m.?!?)

I have no nap to give you but I have Tom-made irish soda bread!

Mmmm...caraway-y.

I had a nap, and I am probably going to have another one.

Lee has stolen all my naps. Because she SUCKS.

Nora is taunting me with bread.

HOW CAN I LIVE IN SUCH A WORLD?!?!?

I take it that the old-fashioned bowl cut is out of the running?

Psst, connie is evol, pass it on.

I can definitely testify to what having multiple 20-25 min walks during the day will do, as that was my routine my first 5 years in Salem, and I lost weight without changing any food or beverage consumption levels.

I don't understand. The smallest I've been since turning 20 is a size 24. I was a size 24 vegetarian walking a mile each way to two physically demanding jobs every day. I was a size 24 eating oh, so carefully, and riding my bike to work at a job that was by no means sedentary and taking tai chi classes. I'm so tired of being stuck in this body. I'm beyond tired of putting all that effort into getting skinny only to end up fat. I'm tired of my knees and feet hurting. I'm tired of knowing I'm going to get a talking to when I go in for my physical. I'm tired of being forced to exist in this body that I hate so much. And I'm tired of trying to figure out how to make this thing go away.