( continues...) when it ends up on the hanger, that I can't even care about the niceties.

Fourteen months into Intuitive Eating (eat what you want, when you want, as much as you want, but pay attention to signals from your body about those; take time to notice how things make you feel as you eat them as well as how you feel after), and I am down 41 lbs. This is in spite of the fact that I still freak out about how eating like this is going to make me gain tons of weight. Every time the doctor has me get on the scale, I expect it to go up, but it keeps going down. At this rate, my turn to be young and pretty and skinny will start when I am 47.

Andi, I can't overemphasize how much this works. I didn't do it on purpose, but last year, over the holidays (so, the 2010 holidays) I got hella depressed. Whatever. That's just my brain. But this time, I lost my appetite for probably 2 months. When the depression passed, I realized, not only that I'd lost weight, but that my eating had changed so much, I had a chance to keep up the weight loss. I lost a ton of weight doing, basically, nothing. Like I'm a size 10 again. I never expected that. Contrary to current popular advice, I weigh myself every day. I eat what I want, when I want. I probably haven't actively lost weight in 6 months, but I don't really need to now (that is, I could shed another 10 lbs, but I'm good here, yo). It sounds crazy, but eff weight watchers and any other diets. I started listening to my body, and? It was fricking right.

Our bed is a freakish hybrid, because Tim wants his feet trapped and snuggly, and I need my feet to be free. So his side of the bed has the sheets tucked in tightly at the foot (by me; otherwise he just shoves them down there half-heartedly when he makes the bed) and my side is never, ever tucked in on pain of death.

For most of what matters here, I am Tim and Scott is Tep.

Oh goodness and now there are hodgeberries on my TiVo. Dear Joss, please to not make me ship siblings. kthanxbye.

I'm just leaving some laudanum for Jilli, on my way out.

Oh dear, I hate when my post makes my ass look fat in these jeans.

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! (SFW. And for Batman enthusiasts).

Edited to rant without taking over the thread: Grrrrr. I hate mixing between words and verbs that are plural in form and meaning in Hebrew but singular in form or meaning (or both) in English (news, sky, water. All plural in Hebrew, all very common, and I still get them wrong from time to time even though I'm supposed to know this shit since the 10th grade or so).

Um, it's not unheard of. Yes, we store our glasses upside down.

Aigh. Okay, I'm not gonna start storing them upside down, but I bet I look inside them before I fill them up...

Shir, your English is still better than that of many people who speak it as a first (or only) language. Also

This is not one of the things where saying "I'm sorry" and make a cute face will get you out of it, especially not with me, who hates this getting cute practice to begin with.

you rock.

Dear Joss, please to not make me ship siblings.

Alas, that ship sailed long ago. I try to imagine that River's adopted or something. Did Joss do that deliberately or did it just... happen?

I guess. I just hate to do the same mistake over and over. It's useless.

I, too, am not alone in my strangeness. Not that I tuck strangers' tags in, but I will tell a stranger her slip is showing. And when I woke up this morning, there was a piece of conversation heart candy smack in the middle of my keyboard - "Soul Mate". What a happy way to start out the day.

(SFW. And for Batman enthusiasts).

That reminds me of this comic: [link]

That reminds me of this comic: [link].

Ha!

So nice to see Cindy's pixels in the morning. Even when she's sticking her thumb in my eye, I know she's doing it with love.

Hi Cindy! I'm sure I have responses to your awesome post but there Is no coffee in this house. Oops. Somehow I saw her point out the coffee maker and my brain told me there was coffee too. Dang.