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Okay, update: It was raining pretty badly at home so I took that as a sign. :redface: Soooo, we went to WW. I asked her before we left if it was something that she wanted to do, and she was very excited about going - had looked forward to it all week, she said. The people that worked there were very nice to her about it, and one lady pulled her aside and explained that her weight was private and she didn't even have to show me. That thrilled her because she's a private kid. The speaker was a guy who had a sarcastic sense of humor (just like us) and she clicked with him immediately. I am happy with the choice, and I think going to the meetings will help her out a lot. She asked him about a party she's having in school tomorrow, and he gave her ideas on how to handle it. She was very excited and happy about it. One thing I liked is that he stressed it's not diet - it's a way to make healthy choices. He said diets don't work, this is something you can live with. So, I really get the impression that she believes it's NOT a D-I-E-T. I think she knows it's a way to judge how much she should be eating to be healthy. (Another thing the speaker pointed out.) I joined, too. I get 29 points a day, and I'm thinking "ain't no way! I just got a fill!" :tongue: I didn't mention that I was banded. I'm not sure that would go over very well. But, I will try to get the points in and really do the program with her. After all, it's a healthy way to eat, right? It should work for both of us, banded or not. One thing I tried to get through to her is that her weight won't drop like it does for adults, or like what she sees on Biggest Loser. (Especially like Biggest Loser!) She seemed disappointed, and I explained again that she doesn't really have to lose a bunch of weight, but instead learn how to eat healthy, and be healthy. Weight loss isn't the goal here. That appeased her somewhat, but I kind of think she's expecting Biggest Loser triumphs. Hmmm...maybe I'll bring that up to the leader next week. Oh - I also had to explain that it's not a magical drop, and this will take a long time. That this is a commitment - like having dogs, we have to work at it, even though it's fun. That's when her eyes glazed over as they do when I go into lecture mode.

Thank you...Now I'm really re-thinking the WW thing. It's not like she's excited about it, either, so that makes it worse. Alicia, thanks for sharing your story. Her dad is in another state, but he calls her. He teaches tennis, and is very athletic and also skinny. He's a vegan so his diet is way different than ours. I'm thinking rather than going to WW tonight, we should just go for an hour long walk!

Wait...let me get my sunglasses before I answer.... Damn! I did the dot thing again! My Bad! (another pet peeve)

LOL I'm so glad it's not just me! Did anyone look at you funny?

We were at Fed Ex one time and the scale was there on the counter. My family has always made fun of my small head, so I joked I should weigh it. BF said, "Normal human head weighs 8 lbs." So, the guy let me lay my head on the scale. I just relaxed it, and he called out the weight. 6 pounds. No wonder I suck at math - there is no room for it! What's worse is, I've weighed the girls independently, too, and they weigh as much as my head.

I have a smaller head than normal (6 pounds - yes, I've weighed it) so I can't afford to lose anything there.

I tried Orange Roughy for the first time a few weeks ago - on the grill. Yummy!

Since everyone is different, you may want to consider therapy for this. Sounds like money may be an issue, so maybe your insurance would help? The way I handle stress is to cry a lot. I'll watch sad show and just cry, cry, cry. Once I'm done, I realize how much better off I have it than the characters in the movie I just watched. Silly? Yeah, I know. But, my instinct is to hide under the covers, call in sick to work and just take a downward spiral in my life. Been there - done that. But with a child to look after, dogs to walk and feed, I don't have time to do that. The movie really helps my mind take a break from all the reality of what's going on. The really sappy, chick flicks, too. I would really recommend speaking with your doctor (surgeon, family or therapist) before going through with it. If you don't feel that you can handle the stress, then this surgery - at this time - may not be right for you. It sounds like you're already worried about it, and you should talk to someone about it.

Oooops...I do that. I love elipses! They are my favorite! I think I'm addicted to them. I look back to my posts and realize I use them everywhere....like when I'm thinking out loud. Sorry!

You are LOOSING your minds.

Well, it's been said here many times on threads like that: People will ask the same questions until they hear what they want to hear.

I can't wait to be 185! I can't remember being that weight. I know at the end of high school I was wearing 20/22 jeans....I just can't remember how much I weighed!

We have DDR! We love it! That is a work out. At first (at my heaviest) she kept asking me to try it. I was like, NO WAY. But, now I love it. We do stuff like that...and I am around her a lot (minus her grandmother's time). How is she getting big? She MUST be eating more at my mom's than they both tell me. I've tried talking to my mom about it and she's in complete denial. I don't want to leave my daughter alone in the afternoon, and I can't afford daycare. I've come to the conclusion that I can't change my mom's ideas about food. They are her comfort and she will comfort anyone with food - in fact, she'll practically shove it down your throat! So, I really need to get into my daughter's head what she needs to do about it. She's old enough to get it, but I don't want her to get the head games like many of us have developed. Actually, that's what I was hoping WW would do for her. Do you think WW would actually mess her up more? I was hoping it would show her what healthy can be.

Ninja, I feel the same way about the rules and getting as much food as I can, when I can. I used to feel really anxious at company events. When food was brought in, or we went out, I was always concerned I wouldn't get enough. If people jumped in line ahead of me, I'd get grumpy. Like big 'ole me wouldn't get food and would starve or something. But, since the band - I LOVE MY BAND - I don't feel that way. I know they'll be plenty of food for me. I feel badly for my daughter because I couldn't stop my eating before the band. Now, I have a tool that helps me. But I'm at a loss of what can help her. I'm definitely going to work on it, and try to encourage her as positively as I can. Thanks for all the advice - I really appreciate it all.

I couldn't agree more! I have a nephew who just turned 16 and his daughter was born over Christmas time. My brother didn't have custody (after divorce) and his mother just let him do what he wanted to. Until, at the age of 12 he beat her up and ended in the state's care. After about 2 years there, he moved in with my brother. By then, though, my nephew had been so used to just doing what he wanted when he wanted, it was hard for my brother to control him. He tried to get the court's involved, but the court threatened to put my brother in jail if his son wouldn't shape up. My nephew was doing drugs and in a gang - at 14! So, what was my brother supposed to do? After he met his girlfriend -and had a baby - he seems to be doing better. He complains that all his money goes toward diapers, and not playstation. But, there for a while, he was pretty scary to be around - and he was just a kid! His older brother (who had my brother's influence 24-7, before the divorce) turned out great and is in college now. What's with these parents who let their kids do whatever they want? Like my exSIL - WTH? Be a fricking PARENT.

Yeah, she's always thought she was too big. Well, when she got into school. She's only recently gotten chubby, before then she was just a lot taller than the other girls. But, it's worse now because all her friends are almost too thin, and small boned, and she compares herself to them. One little (very little) girl in the neighborhood was running around with a one-pound bag of M&M's the other day. She came home from school, grabbed it from the cupboard and headed out. My daughter said she didn't have any of them, and I believe her. She said the girls hands were dirty and she kept reaching in and that turned my daughter off of them. But, that's hard for her to take. Seeing the "skinny" ones eat junk after junk and she eats good, but is still getting bigger. Jachut - my daughter is like your son. She will move and play, but has to be motivated outwardly to do it. We were playing tennis the other day and she "gets tired". I told her no...you're tired because you're not used to moving for so long. Hell, if I can out-do her, I know something is wrong. Now that soccer is back up, though, I'm hoping she'll get back into just MOVING. She's more of a nerdy type than athletic. She'd much rather read a book than play sports. She loves soccer and that's it. She has also asked about Tae Kwon Do - - But, man! Sports gets expensive! :huh2: I'm googling bodweight exercises right now! That's what she needs is to get her heart rate going and the blood pumping.

I'm really depressed from this weekend...and I feel like comfort eating, so instead I'll post a really long-ass post in the rants and raves section and sip on my Protein shake. In the middle of last week a chocolate lab came running up to me and my family as we were walking our dogs around the neighborhood. Very shabby, very skinny, no tags, and not fixed. But, very sweet natured - so I was silently hoping he'd follow us home. He followed us a little ways, then got preoccupied and left us. Then, Friday night the same dog ran out in front of my car. I was able to stop, and barely missed running him over. I got out, put a leash on him (yes, I'm the freaky dog lady that keeps an extra leash in my car for moments just like this). As I was walking to my car, a lady pulls up in her car and says to me, "that's my dog." I was angry at the condition of the dog and asked where his tags were, and when the last time she fed it was. She said it fell off, and she had just fed him this morning. Right. So, I said I was going to take him to the vet to get him checked out. She said okay, as long as she didn't have to pay the bill. I agreed to pay for him to get checked out. We exchanged numbers. I'll cut a lot out here: The dog was severly malnourished and had heartworms, worms..no ID, not fixed...BAD SHAPE. The lady's son called me while I was still at the vet and cussed me out for taking him...the vet said that as far as she was concerned it was a stray since they couldn't prove it was theirs. (This was a mistake, according to the police later, but I think she knew I would pay for the heartworm treatment and the dog would be better off with me. She went against what she was supposed to do to protect the dog.) Soo...the police were called that night by them, and by me...the police got the report from the vet and allowed me to keep the dog. I agreed to meet the people at the vet the next morning, and leave it up to her where the dog goes. (By the time all this unfolded the vet had gone and was closed.) All the while, the "owners" keep changing. First it was the lady, then the lady's younger son, then his brother, then the father. Good grief! Everyone I talked to in the family said it was their dog until I mentioned heartworms - an $800 treatment, then it was, "It's not my dog. I'm not paying that." ARRRGGGHHHH So, the brother's show up at my house with other stray dogs and keep dumping them off on Friday night, calling me the crazy dog lady. A term I've come to embrace. Saturday morning I have the "pleasure" of meeting the dad - the real owner? who knows. The officer that was called to the scene was a jerk. He showed up, not knowing what was going on and started threatening me with being arrested, and called me a racist. (I'm not sure where that came from, though he swears someone in my family said the word "Mexican".) I pointed to my daughter who is bi-racial and said, "Hello! We're not racist people." (And - point aside: You say Mexican to me, and I think food. I don't think Mexican is a racial slur, is it???) Anyway...they get the dog back and a bunch of tickets for animal cruelty and a report to the SPCA for the chocolate lab, and the pitt bull puppy they were carrying that wasn't registered or tagged...or treated for heartworms...or fixed. Anyway...I'm just sad over this dog. He was 4 years old, should have been 100 pounds, and was about 70. His bones were sticking out, but he was still sooo sweet. I don't know how quickly the SPCA works, but these people were just jerks. I'm worried the dog will die before they can get him. I'm also worried that the dog won't be there when the SPCA gets there, and they won't get his treatment in time. According to the vet the heartworm was advanced. The dad kept saying to me he'd let me take the dog to breed with mine - he was convinced that me taking him was about me trying to breed my dogs. He didn't get it that my dogs are fixed! At one point he was standing near me, yelling at me about what a mistake I made and I yelled back, "I saved your dogs life!" He just scoffed and said, "He's fine!" That kind of ignorance just kills me! I don't get it. This has all been condensed...it was really hours long, more cussing and threatening....more stress. And, lies-lies-lies from them. They said I didn't have the mother's permission, but then how did they get my number? They said the dog was there that morning, but I know he's been loose for several days. They said, they said. One brother said, "I was over in Iraq for a year, killing people. I'm not afraid of you." What?? What is that? I told him to go f%$k himself. Was telling me he killed people supposed to make me scared? I hate that crap. Kill me, then, if that's your intent. DO SOMETHING or SHUT UP. They also told me the mother was passive and would have been okay with me taking the dog. :blushing: Ha....they're used to passive women...funny. I'm not passive and WILL NOT be intimidated by bullies. Okay, thanks for letting me vent! I've been sad thinking the dog isn't getting cared for, and like I said - I've wanted to EAT my way out of the funk, but can't - won't do that.

Am I the only one who thinks this icon is a little...creepy?

Wow! Thanks to everyone who's responded. I will try the books...I'm reading one now about how to change the family dynamic. She's pretty active. She plays outside for about an hour each day. She spends a lot of time with my mother. It's good for me in that I am a single mother and my mother is able to watch my daughter in the evenings for about an hour (during that time, I am not sure if either one of them is honest with me about the food.) I know she's usually outside playing when I get home. She's also into soccer (we just got home from practice). She's 5'2" and weighs 151. But I was about 10 when I started to get really chubby and I keep thinking: what would have helped me? She doesn't sneak food, I'm pretty sure of that. As a child I did sneak food, though. A whole box of Little Debbies and hide the trash under the bed. My mother would hide food from us, and my brother and I would hunt for it. I don't do that in my house, and actually don't have a lot of junk food. Our Snacks are the Special K bars and 100 cal packs, and she doesn't really touch those. If I let her, she'll eat the house down. She just doesn't have that "stop" - and neither did I. I've started to ask her if she's really hungry...what did you have today...that kind of thing to get her head in it. I am just so scared that I will create a worse problem by trying to fix this one. How do I not screw up my kid??? It's a toughie. I really like the journal idea. She's also very private and will hold stuff in for months! All of a sudden she'll blow up about something that happened 6 months ago. So, maybe counseling wouldn't be a bad idea. Oh, and I didn't mean to imply she's been abused. Both my mother and I were abused as kids. Bad family history and all that stuff. My daughter has never been around them so she's been removed from that.

Ew! What was it? Did you ever find out?

LOL!!! I'm laughing my ass off at this one!!!!!

I have been signing up for volunteering at SPCA and the Human Society, but have gotten responses back that there are no needs at this time. :thumbup: I don't get that! But, yeah - there are so many abused animals. I don't understand how someone can do that. Give a dog to a 5 year old??? Incredible. ******* And, bobbiting...yes! I remember that. I used to live in Manassas, VA and I was researching the daycare that I wanted my daughter to go to. I googled it and the first article was "Rise of the Penis". I had to take a double-take! Turns out the daycare was on a corner lot and owned the field that Lorena through it into!

Okay...had a fill today - 1cc. He said it was pretty aggressive given that I haven't had one in months and that I felt I really needed one. (Before my gall bladder surgery in late Feb, I felt that I needed one, but it was stalled due to the surgery.) Soo....in the office, I sipped the cup of water and felt nothing. No problems. He made me wait a little longer than normal to "be sure", but I still had no problems in the office. He recommended liquid diet for 2 days. I left, ran errands, came home, had a bit of broth for dinner. A little tight feeling, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then the hiccups from HELL came. They hurt, they were frequent and I felt sick from them. I PB'd after they stopped, but didn't try to eat/drink anything else. I SEEMED to be okay. I tried to go to sleep tonight and as soon as I laid down the gurgling started. I had to wake up to throw up - about 3 times now. I seem to be okay if I'm sitting up, but if I try laying down, it's gurgling and throwing up! Here I am, 1am - and I'm not really a night bird - and I am just waiting for the doc to open. First AM appointment - I'm there! Obviously, I need an unfill...but I don't understand why I was fine for hours, then all of a sudden NOT okay. Is it possible the hiccups caused damage? Has anyone had trouble with band due to hiccups?

I really liked having the broth the day after, but then got sick of it. Then added an egg and made egg drop soup and was happy for it again. After that I loved cream of chicken soup and Propel Water. And my small pillow to prop under my belly at night when I slept.

I Have A Hard Time With Sentences Like This.