DeLarla

I'm DYING here because I know damn well that everyone that hasn't posted is wearing some really scary underwear today. Do NOT... I repeat, Do NOT leave the house wearing them. There comes a time, and the time is now, so throw them away and go commando if you must, but please ladies, get rid of that underwear!

I haven't had the interest to read enough about Kirk or Nietz, however, in the spirit of keeping MY thread alive, what are are your thoughts on the drunken existentialist, Kerouac? I kinda gel with the guy (wasn't he naked when he wrote the book?) How does that song go? "Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll, Are All Alright for Me....."

I'm too stupid for my own thread now. Thanks, Francesca. Go start your own braniac thread and leave us Pollocks alone. (I can say that, I'm 100%.) And I say it with forbidden Coca Cola shooting out of my nose.

"Our model, Irene, is also sporting a lovely industrial-strength black girdle and support stockings by Loves." I just "tried" taking a business call and started choking trying not to laugh over this... I'm going to make it into a T-shirt and bumper sticker for my bike helmet!

I swear, I think this thread is making me cry harder than any others. You girls need to be sending me some of that sexy underwear!

Kelly PM'd me last night asking if she could stay with me... if anyone sees her floating down the street, please tell her the key is still under the rock. Kel, come on home, Baby.

I'm wearing a grey thong that's too small but feels good. I chose grey because I'm wearing black and slate blue, so grey blends with both. I wish I had better underwear. Does anyone know where to get good plus-size thongs other than Avenue or Layne Bryant? Now that I've lost weight, regular underwear feels like diapers. I got to answer honestly because I started this thread, but I know some of you have holes and stretched out elastic. Fess up.

Okay, let's have it. Describe the underwear you are wearing right this second. Don't cheat by running to change, either. And don't lie.

Thank you, Jersey Sister! Voodoo & Sachi live for the park, and this thread got them there. But in defense of my lack of "exercise," I've burned more calories in the past month than any aerobics class could do. Before I leave, my house has to be clean, so that's several hours of aerobic activity. Then I load my truck full (think moving van) and do traveling shows. Then I unload and stand on my feet several hours doing demos, packing boxes, etc. Then I reload the truck, then unload at home. I do all my own inventory, shopping, packing, running to post office, etc. By the end of the day my feet look like throbbing cartoon baloons. Today was just a bonus... walked to park, did stomach crunches, arm weights, yada yada. My verb: Party, it burns fat!

Rendered speechless for a change. Standing up, huge round of applause not only for the phenomenal progress you've made, but for your honest inspiration. Fabulous.

This is a really interesting thread for me. Many years ago I used to attend regular OA meetings (Overeater's Anonymous.) There was an amazing Hundred-Pounder meeting, even though I was only 50 pounds overweight back then. Other meetings were filled with skinny bulimics and anorexics. I actually felt like an outsider. I wasn't one of the anorexics, and I didn't belong in the 100 pounder meeting. That's when I learned how to barf. Soon I was bulimic and fit in, and then I ended up in the hospital after fainting from malnourishment (it was a very proud moment indeed.) Then started the therapy to stop starving, binging, purging. Then I got married and eventually became a hundred pounder myself. There's a message here... be careful what you wish for! Thanks for starting this thread. I'm in! I haven't lost 100 pounds yet, but I'm not dead yet either so there's still hope.

Last night Kellymoose tried to PM me but I was away from my puter. If anyone talks to her, please tell her that yes, her family is more than welcome to stay with us during evacuation. Kelly, are you here? Were you serious?

AVOID I avoided this thread out of guilt. Now I'm logging off and showing Vooey & Sachi their leashes... then I can't say no. Off to the park.

I'm with Trish. I was on the suicide hotline at 315 pounds asking for ideas. Three Hundred Pounds is not living, it's dying.

I probably don't know what I'm talking about, but this is the best I can come up with. Your surgery most likely swelled up your whole belly area. If you're swollen, it could put pressure on the stomach area. For example, lots of us get extra restriction when we bloat from our periods. Try putting ice packs on your belly to reduce swelling. After your gallbladder surgery calms, maybe your stomach and band will relax??? Just a guess. I'm sorry you're going through all this. I had a lot of complications with my port surgeries, but nothing like yours. I'm really sorry.

Sorry that I had to end the story but it started freaking me out. How did you guys know that sticker is on my motorcycle helmet? (Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians.) And how did you know that Angie showed up with appetizers after everyone left the bash?

DeLarla dropped dead.

Mine aren't cravings - they are evil demons with 9 inch claws and sharpened fangs. I can't fight them alone, so I started a new hobby that keeps me too busy for TV. TV is a nasty culprit. Keep busy.

I'm completely anal retentive to the point I often walk in circles crossing my T's and dotting my I's. I can't stand clutter or disorder, and even though I get pretty messy, I don't relax or think straight unless everything is tidy and in order. If my underwear, socks and earrings don't match, it's just a lousy day. I drive my husband and boss nuts because everything has to be "just so" before it goes out. I color coordinate all my case binders. I can't just wash a load of laundry; I have to strip the linens from all rooms. Once my husband tried to go to work wearing mismatched socks and I nearly had a coronary. If I stick a stamp on crooked, I have to peel it off and restick it. Imperfection causes me great anxiety, which is why I'm such a nervous wreck. So why doesn't this anal attitude roll over into my eating routine? Why doesn't my brain demand perfection in that area? This one's for Francesca. How many people thought I was going to talk about back door sex?

Paula, I have no idea what you're talking about. Details? David who? Waco? I even read your reply twice - I still don't get it. Xanax, who me? What strength would you like? PM me because I'm missing something. I never said I wanted anything banned. No, no, no. Just the opposite. On top of the Private Messages and e-mails, somebody disguised as a good Christian did something that was not very Christian to me, and I started this post because I'm sick of people sneaking around whipsering and hiding in Private messages and e-mails. When that didn't shut me up, they played a nasty little trick on me that backfired. I got mad and started this thread to open people's eyes. What's fair is fair. I just happend to chose religion versus sex because it makes for a good example. Shai, thank you. I appreciate you understanding my point.

This has always been one of my favorite foods on Earth! Only I saute spinach in olive oil and garlic first, then I add the feta. I also pound my breasts thin, then put the filling inside and roll them up, the secure with toothpicks and broil. Yep, this is a good one.

Thank you, Gaynor! I have several books started but I can't finish them while working as a paralegal. My writing comes to me in the form of God, which are messages sent to me from powerful and unexplainable voices that I interpret as God. Those voices tell me not to believe what man has written or spoken unless I first give it a personal and thorough analysis. I come to my own conclusions based on messages and intuition. I'm guided to be cautious, guarded and cynical until I have proof. Like I'll be doing something and suddenly lights come on, and Bingo, there's what I'm supposed to tell people.

Well, well, well. This hot little thread has 1288 hits in just a few days. I was looking at some other old threads - the Fall Weight Loss Challenge thread only got 1459 hits so far. What that tells me is that people come here for all types of support, laughter, friendship, advice, knowledge, controversy, a good laugh, and SEX. I don't know how this became a religious debate, and for that I apologize. I get loud messages out of the blue, I get attacked by sudden impulses, I have powerful intuitive skills and I'm guided by a force that I explain as God. He comes from my heart and soul, and he tells me to give till it hurts and live life to its fullest because the only guarantee I have is that I'm alive - right here, right now. Could someone else please start a religion thread? I promise, I won't go there for debate. I'll respect it, just as ya'll have respected me. Still, not one single peep from even one of the people who are so offended by my new career or my vagina. Peace.

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read: Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office. Sincerely, Edna

Happy Birthweek to you (that's my excuse for forgetting yesterday.) Hope it's grand!