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*

Work is stupid and boring and I hate it.

Hey! I know that song!

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

I feel you, my Sis. Also, cheaper! (When have I ever spent this much money on food? Gah.)

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.

Perzactly.

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

Good luck! (To all of us really).

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.

But even tiny steps forward, even two steps forward and one back, is still a net gain! t /cliche Seriously, good for you for keeping up the effort! (Especially in the face of less-than-encouraging results).

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

And Cash brings the funny. Well, to us anyway. Good luck, Cash. Owen, seriously - frostbite=bad. Especially when you acquire it in your own living room.

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* Naked Owen runs through thread *

I only lost 7 lbs last week.

I'd be happier if I lost 7 pounds last year.

I'm with WS. I gained weight while training karate six days a week -- training to the point that you could wring sweat out of my gi and my legs wobbled. All the guys in the class would sit around trying to figure out which sports drink had the most calories, because if they didn't work hard at eating, they'd lose weight. One guy drank sweetened condensed milk. We'd go out ofter training. They'd have double whoppers with cheese, milkshakes and fries. I'd have a hamburger. Two years ago, I trained for a half marathon, including 7- to 10-mile walks every Saturday, and lost nary a pound. I've been working hard at the Y five days a week for six months, and I've lost 4 pounds.

Sorry. The topic just brought on a fit of whining.

Sorry. The topic just brought on a fit of whining.

You're more than welcome to the empathy and the sympathy. Clearly, we feel ya.

::shakes tiny fists at bastard Low Metabolism Fairy::

::shakes tiny fists at bastard Low Metabolism Fairy::

::shakes her ass too, just for good measure::

I just got the okay for the time off for my Portland/Seattle trip. YAY.