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Good question Paula, security from what. My fat is security too, it's armor. Perhaps my hordings are my castle walls, my battlements. I don't know how old your mother is, but mine is 70, so she was a child of the depression and WWII with all the rationing. My grandmother is a more pack rat than true horder, which is actually where I see myself. My mother is a different matter though. I try to get rid of something if I buy somethiing. This goes especially for red shirts, a person doesn't really need more than 8 red shirts do they? Well, that covers 2 differnt red sweaters, a couple or three different silk blouses, a teeshirt, henley.. well you get the idea. I can only buy a new red shirt if I let one go. (This doesn't count for books though. I think with books it reperesents wealth.) And is part of it, letting things go.

Something else is going one, you didn't gain 2 kg of fat since Saturday. I'm not saying you should get things undercontrol, but 2 kg is probably water. (2kg is about 5 pounds)

When my husband come to visit me his band is always tighter He lives at sea level, but I live 9 months out of the year at over 4K feet. It's the altitude...

Don't think of it as excersize, think of it as activity. There are all sorts of wonderful activities, skating, skiing, horseback riding, and let's not even forget about all the wonderful dancing styles.

Congrats, and many blessings from the Goddess!

SECURITY. Plain and simple. Not as bad as my mother, "It's MINE and I'm not giving it up! MINE, NOT YOURS" I might need it. No, really, I might. I bought it, and I sure as hell don't want to buy a second one when I needed it. Like I told you I would.

Lowest bidder. The race to the bottom. ... Anyway! So very glad to see you back! I figured that you were out walking 5K events by this time!

I would love a clean house. But the men I live with don't care about clutter. They don't care about clean either. They are bears. Bears living in caves. But they are making my house a cave. One of the deals for me to go off to school was that we would keep our house cleaners. They come every two weeks and I know that if they didnn't come, I wouldn't be able walk in the house for the mounds of garbage and clutter. I wish I could keep a clean kitchen if nothing else. But I was dragged out of bed to clean the kitchen after I'd cleaned it before I went to bed. I mean litterally dragged out of bed by my hair by my drunken father or screaming lunatic mother. Abuse and self loathing.

Kathy, No Body owns teenagers, you only have a long term lease on one of those thing. My son used to throw world class temper tantrums, screaming fits that were a force of nature in their power. He got better, and if you met him today you would never beleive it was the same kid. I was forced to diet as a kid too. Made to feel worthless about my self and size. And because I was raised by wolves, I try to do better, so he was only raised by wild dogs. He's overweight, and there isn't anything I can do. I almost never buy sodas and so called goodies, but when he got old enough to go to the store, he did.

I had so much stuff on the shelves in my bathroom, there was one shelf for sheets and towels. One little shelf, and the other 4 were full of ... stuff. Now I have 2 shelves for towels and linens. So, not only do I horde, but my DH hords as well. Not going to be easy I suspect

Hah! I had access to a T3 line for on one job, oh mama! But I also had a dual proc box too... Kathy, Internet Explorer, IE is part of your operating system, and doesn't have anything thing to do with your ISP. You will probably have to change your e-mail address, but your current provider/new provider should provide a forwarding service for a while.

Habit is habit and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time. Mark Twain. This is the exact quote. Oh sure, it's my current sig, but my quote changes all the time

Okay, one of the behaviors and personality quirks I have is hording. Oh sure, I come from a long line of champian horders, I suppose it's in my blood at some level. My grandfater had the largest junk yard in two counties for crying out loud. Lisa's (DeLarla) thread on Honesty got me thinking. I have to be honest about my my hording. If I want to stop hording my body fat, I have to start letting things go, physical and tangible things. Today, I took a small step. I got rid of a paper bag full of thing from my bathroom. I reclaimed a shelf in my bathroom cupboard. One small step, one step at a time.

Exactly Melisssa!

I think they probably werr heavier than what they claimed, but posting my top weight was increadably difficult to own up to. And I'm not a publicfigure. Of course, they could both be really tall, and thus cary their weight differently. I mean, they are larger than life, right?

Oh, I used to get into all kinds of trouble for stealing bits of ground beef from the fridge when I was small. I love raw beef. When I make stroganauff at my mom's place, I always gross her out by eating bits of the steak raw. Yummy. And what's wrong with onion? It could be that your grandpa wasn't eating plain white onion, it could be that he was eatting a sweet Walla Walla. Even my non-onion-eating Spud will eat sweet Walla Wallas. Again, yummy. BeautifulTina, I'm not sure how you will deal with some meats if you don't like condiments. Some foods just must have food-lube, aka sauce.

Ah yes, body dysmorphia. What an evil little social malady. Yes, the media is definately one of the culprets, but I think we have to look at the role the billion dollar diet industry plays in this. They are invreably invested in making us feel like crap. Size 10 isn't good enough, you too can be a size 4 with the N*system--sure you'll endagner your gallbaldder, but you don't actually need one of them anyway... I believe people are easier to controll if they are depressed, feel bad, and/or have low self esteem. Part of it has to do with the intense focus on the scale and BMI. It doesn't take into account any differences in human phyology. When i was 18 I weighed 190 pounds and thought I was enourmously fat. I wasn't fat, I was a size 11/12. I was an athlete, but I couldn't recognize that either. I mean, fat girls don't get to be athletes. I don't have a goal weight. I have sort of a goal size, but all my goals are performance based. I don't let my current weight keep me from donig anything now, so I don't know that there will be much stopping me when I weigh 100-ish pounds less. I know now that my weight has been holding me back professionally. I figure that by losing my extra weight I'll remove an extra obsticle in my plans for taking over the world.

*gasp* He lost an entire 18 pounds???? Alert the presses! Somebody call Oprah! Or maybe Jerry... People just don't understand what we have to deal with. For some of us, I think it is a complext matter, And not every one has the same complexities. One size fits all fits none. Thanks Darcey! I think you're pretty cool yourself, Will you be going to Vegas?

You schedule your time. I know how pressed your are for time, I'm a full time student and I work 20 hours a week as well. My baby is a little older than your's. Okay, a lot older than yours. the spring semester I spent 20 hours a week on just one class worth of homework. But always make sure I take a PE class every single semester. Since you are taking on line courses, you will probably need something a little different. Dance with your baby, even if you are just doing a two step shuffle. get an excersize dvd or tape. I recommend pilaties. Or belly dancing. Or both! walk in the evening, or walk in the cooler morning. House cleaning counts as excersize. Not that I particularly like this form.

Thanks Paula, just doin' my job, mam. The difference between dial-up and DSL is sort of like... the difference between walking and jet powered rocket skates that are turbo charged. My apartment in ID can't get anysort of high speed connection. I'm in an old converted motel with non-standard wiring. Dial-up is painfully slow and I hate it. Sure, it is better than a sharp stick in the eye, but not by much.

don't run with scissors. Don't rollerskate in a buffolow herd. don't play with fire. Oh, wait, you were looking for adivice for your upcoming band, sorry, today I'm full of spit and vinigar. #1, start doing crunches. Not sit-ups, but crunches. Take a pilates class if you can find one. It will strengthen your core muscles and make your stronger, and your recovery easier. I'm convinced of it. #2, don't get into the "last mean" mind set. It's possible that you will still be able to eat what you loved before, but the band, she is a fickle mistress. #3 keep yourself busy. If you start a new hobby that involves using your hands, you won't have time to worry about the food you aren't eating, and your hands will be too dirty to eat anything anyway.

I thought that was what getting "stuck" did for us. the few times I've been really stuck, I knew I had to take smaller bites and eat more slowly!

My older sister could do the Peanut Butter diet without blinking. She loves it so much she buys the giant costco size and finishes the barrel, er jar. I just don't like it well enough, unless it has chocolate on it. I don't suppose that's in the diet?

Peter O'Tool

spicy port and yakisoba. Left over lunch from yesterday. I don't think I'll go back to that place though.