... just posting to throw support and ~ma at all of youse. That's some hard stuff, and I wish you all great successes.

"Only"? That's quite a lot, for one week! Good for you!

Thanks. I think it feels like an "only" because of The Epic Suffering of being on a diet (Hee, pun not intended). Which is mostly in my head because seriously, never hungry. Plus the new workouts on top of the dance classes. I should be a size eight by now, dammit! ::rolls eyes at self:: ::finds it painful::

I should be a size eight by now, dammit! ::rolls eyes at self:: ::finds it painful::

Hee! I completely understand this train of thought.

"Only"? That's quite a lot, for one week! Good for you!

Yes, this. Go you!

{{{WindSparrow}}} and {{{Epic}}}like crazy.

I HATE that I have to do SO MUCH work for a little results.

OMG, a world of this. I was taking stock at the gym the other day... I haven't lost any weight, and the biggest thing I could report was that I could touch my toes without bending my knees too much, and being able to sit pretty much straight up without assistance from leaning or elbows. Both of which are HUGE, but I've been going to the gym for 9 months now, and trying desperately to watch what I eat. I've given up so many vices, and feel like there is bupkus to show for it.

It feels so often like it would be easier to just be fat and stop worrying. t /defeatist

The pediatrician finally called me back and scheduled an appointment for Ben at 3:30. Scott (bless) came home from work, and took him for me (although I sent them with a big list of things to discuss).

I have to go help Julia and Chris with their homework, and take some Tylenol, myself. Thanks for all your lovin', Buffistas. It helped a lot to have a place to vent that wasn't in front of Benjamin.

I'm totally in awe of all y'all's determination and diet/exercise thoughtfulness and hard work. And, shit, Andi, that's got to be so incredibly frustrating and discouraging. FWIW, we've all seen pictures of you and think you're beautiful (and, obviously, Daniel thinks you're a queen and a goddess rolled into one), but none of us have to live inside your body. It's so hard to feel uncomfortable and unhappy in your own skin.

{{sj}} {{sj's friend}} She'll be in my prayers.

{{Cindy}} Oh, poor Ben and poor you. That's a scary high fever to be carrying for so long. Prayers and ~ma and oh, how I wish I were in MA so I could come over and make you coffee and help fold laundry and just let you sit for a minute.

{{P-C}} What everyone else said -- you didn't lose, you compromised, and if you managed to extract from your mom a promise that your real biodata will go to the potential spouse after her parents have seen the boring generic one, then that's the really important thing. Remember what Robin wrote a couple of days ago? You don't need to make her think like you or even understand you, you just need her to be willing to do what you want. And she is. Just hold her to her promise, and that's all you need.

Gah. I am totally, hugely missing Matilda. Work is stupid and boring and I hate it.

The thing is, it IS easier to stop worrying. It's just not healthier. That's what makes it such a pain in the ass--at least for me. We have two different problems in our house. The DH eats only healthy food, but can put away a lot of it. I eat small portions, but love sweets and fries and all that stuff.

I thought I was eating in a disciplined way before I went on my big diet last year, but in my case chocolate and brownies and snuck in there on a regular basis. When I acutally paid attention, it was amazing to me how many calories I actually consumed in a day.

Oh, and of the 30 lbs I lost, about 7 have crept back on and I am working on getting rid of them.

Sorry Ben is so sick, Cindy. Cox -ma to the pede so that he can get him better fast.

My toddler's naked again. Third time today. *sigh*