Trudy, so pleased about your stepmother's recovery. Continued vibes for the docs figuring out what's up and helping to correct it.

Hugs all around, especially for sj and smonster and WS, and amazement at this community - and, bonny, I was just reading along through this and thinking about your first delurking and how there were stumbles and guac and you disappeared for a while, and I am so very glad you came back. You bring such incredible perspective and experience to every discussion.

Also, cosign with the don't-hate-my-body-but-miss-being-stronger contingent, and the miss-my-pretty-clothes-can't-afford-more-and-could-never-find-them-again-anyway contingent. Also the people chow contingent. I'm eating purely for fuel about half the time anyway, and it feels unfair to Hec, who does most of the cooking and often makes really lovely dishes that I just shovel in mechanically. If I ate chow when all I cared about was fuel, his kitchen time would be cut practically in half and I'd probably be more attentive to and appreciative of the exquisite meals when I did get them.

And extra hugs for sj, because rough therapy sessions are, well, rough. They can leave you feeling hammered at and bruised for hours afterward. You deserve a nice long evening of all the good and comforting stuff you can get.

And extra hugs for sj, because rough therapy sessions are, well, rough. They can leave you feeling hammered at and bruised for hours afterward. You deserve a nice long evening of all the good and comforting stuff you can get.

Thanks, JZ. I guess it's a good thing I went to Wegman's and bought a ready to cook dinner and a bottle of wine.

Yes, Trudy, glad to hear the good news about your stepmom, and continuing good vibes her way!

JZ, you humble me. I would say the very same about _you_. I wish I could hug you.

It amazes me that the rough start was 9, count them, 9 years ago. At any other point in my life, I'd have said that I am absolutely NOT a joiner. I'm so grateful that I _did_ join this community and even more grateful for the wonderful things that have come of it.

The ringer on my phone is off, so I didn't hear someone calling a bit ago. The caller id says "Fraudster."

Now, who in their right mind would answer that call? The area code is somewhere south of Seattle.

Curious.

I really need to start the yoga again, if for nothing else but the flexibility. But I don't have floor space that doesn't get filled with something, and I hate going to the gym to do something I should be doing at home. I guess I need to figure out what I can do in the space I can carve out. Possibly just the standing poses for now.

The dog used to love when I did yoga, and would do all the stretchy poses too.

But he does not like cardio much and he hates hates strength training. Because of my distress, I think. It's okay, dog! It's good for me!

I pull out my hoop and Cagney behaves as if I'm about to torture him. It's never even been near him!

I could see it if it has fallen on him at some point because he's a wuss. But no. No excuse at all.

Trudy, I'm glad your step-mother's doing better.