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Well I think an old fat fart (such as myself) would make a terrific P.I. This is because O.F.F.s are invisible to the general public.

Tee hee. (giggles)

Aww.... A little lambiekins.... They must be just the sweetest creatures.

Sounds like ya got a lot of lucky Canucki in ya. From what part of Canada are your grandparents from? And where do you live? I am always interested in stories like this because we all came from somewhere and we are always going somewhere. My bro, a doctor, is now living in Virginia and has just become an American citizen. He really misses Canada, though, and plans to retire here. He's already bought a chunk of land on a lake near Ottawa. This is where he is going to build his dream home. Two of his kids live in Canada, one in Halifax, one in Windsor for university reasons (she was living in London, Ont. for years), and the other one lives in Australia.

I've been lucky in that I lost interest in buffets years ago. Now I want my food made specially for me, and brought piping hot to me at my table. This does mean that I have gotten in touch with my inner princess, though.

So, more chefs in the Canadian family! You women are lucky! But look at us, here we are, obsessing about food. and:hungry: ,eh. Yoda, I wanna hear more about the spy gig.

When I was a kid, I thought where you were born determined what you looked liked. I called a kid a liar when she told me her father was born in Japan because he didn't look Japanese!

(Dr. Joffe will be banding me, by the way.) I am quite envious that your husband is a professional chef. I've been seriously committed to eating for many years now. The best I've ever done in that direction was the Frenchman. I went over to France when I was 30 for 7 months. I took an unpaid leave of absence from work and enrolled in a French programme taught through a university in the south of France. I learned some French and made a lot of friends. When I went back to visit them I met the French Guy, quit my job, and ended up living with him and going to school for more French for two years. It didn't work out but he was a great cook, and I ate like a queen. I also drank like a queen. The guy had deep pockets and knew his wines. It was through living with him that I learned to love beef. My mother had always cooked it until it was gray all the way through, and I hated the stuff. Turns out I like it bloody. Go figure, eh. Apart from this I have always lived in Toronto. I grew up in High Park, and I still live in the west end. It takes me 5 minutes to walk to the subway and I can walk to the TLBC. I kinda, sorta envy anyone who doesn't keep on living in the same old spot. You've moved around, and so has Argon. This must keep you feeling wide awake if you know what I mean.

I haven't had the surgery yet, I am pre-op, but I believe that this band will change my habits. The feedback which I have been receiving from this site tells me that. I am feeling very positive about band.

Yah, I've really got a phobia about my weight, Wheezy. Today I went to see a doctor about an unrelated matter. He wanted to weigh me. I ordered him to keep my weight a secret from me. I've always gone by clothing sizes, and right now I take my clothes in size fat! The TLBC folks weighed me, and told me that I was a good candidate for the operation. When I mentioned Lipo plus tummy tuck (which I didn't want, by the way), they said that that wasn't going to be enough. No surprise to this grrl.:huggie: Anyhow, I figure that I could figure out my progress to size skinny by my clothing sizes, too. But maybe you are right and I am being very, very flakey about this. I would be happy to see size 14, you know.:scared:

:help: This is an interesting thread. I guess my biggest fears have to do with the fact that I don't eat during the day. I do all my eating in the evening. I've never been a morning person, and so I've never been able to face food during the day but I begin to get awful fond of it when the sun is going down. In fact I eat a mono-meal; it starts at 8 PM and ends at 10.:hungry: By the end of this my gut hurts and I have to lie down. I also drink a lot of water while I am eating. I really, really like icy cold water. And melted cheese over everything.:hungry: Ooooh.....

I really like the idea that it is adjustable and reversible. If I did - god forbid! - ever get cancer, have to be on chemo, and lose too much weight as a result, the doc could loosen my band. I know that I am being morbid but this is how my mind works. I always want an escape clause or hatch.

That is seriously cool. Very seriously cool. My niece who is 30 and a big grrl is interested in what I am doing. Once she gets the dollars together she would like to do the same thing. She is the only one who is supportive other than my husband, and he always supports my schemes. I haven't told him about my post-op diet yet. Heh heh. That boy is going to get quite a shock when he sees me sucking back liquids and nothing but.

What does pb mean?

Actually, Jack, I think you are. I think that you were supposed to be south lower British Columbia. (I'd give you a wink but I opted for the quick reply, eh.)

Hi Argon. I've been really enjoying the Argon chronicles. Where did you study animation? Was it in SK or was it in T.O.? Living two doors up from me is one of the directors for Nelvana. He is a weird and unfriendly guy, though. And yeah, you are right. We are doing a lot of interesting things.

I was thinking that our relatively low numbers (as compared to the U.S.) makes for a cosy chatroom, and yet we have all the resources of the boys and grrls in the big sand box next door. It's kinda like real life, eh?

I am supposed to eat low fat cottage cheese and yoghurt for one week prior to the op. This is gonna work out okay because I just ate the last of the President's Choice icecream, and the high-fat cheese last night. (I am a dairy freak by the way.) They didn't give me any other instructions. Tonight, I plan to eat 2 filet mignons. I am defrosting them right now. I will also eat diced new potatoes, with their tender little skins left on, sauteed in olive oil with fresh rosemary, hot peppers, and onions. And I might have a beefsteak tomato as well. Yup, I know, I know, all of you hate me right now but the reason that I am racking up the ole food memories is because I will be living on liquids for 3 weeks, mushies following that, and after that will be a whole new way of eating solids. This is Green's good-bye tour around the food court. It's strange, you know, but along with the rebirth that the band will give me, and I know that it will, I am feeling that a little part of me is dying.:think It is for this reason, I guess, that I find that I am being super attentive to what's on my plate.:hungry: But there will be the new slender Green, and I am so anxious to say good bye to quite a few pounds of the old Green, so everything is gonna be coool. (I just hope I don't ever get the slimies.:phanvan Yuck!)

Hi Woodys. Wow! Those are big moves. Do you drive now? I took lessons when I was in my late 30s through Young Drivers of Canada (I think that is the name). Anyhow, I think I left it too late. I aced all the written theory but was lousy at actually driving. I took the gov't exam twice and flunked, then I stopped. I figured I had spent too many years as a passenger, and was used to looking at what pedestrians were wearing and for SALE signs in the windows of stores. LOL. Looking at what other cars are doing is too boring! Even though my husband has a truck (he's from Scarborough, eh), we never drive in the city. It's always public transit or by foot for us except for grocery shopping at the local No Frills and Price Chopper. How did you find the move from the Beaches to Mississaugua? And the move to Fenelon Falls? I have my band installed at 11 ay em on the same Thursday that you will be there. Ooooh!

Yep, I build airplanes. I work for Bombardier at the deHavilland plant. It's a fairly interesting job, and it pays well because it is unionized - CAW. I always worked with women before so it was a definite culture shock for me. None of those guys bring home baked muffins to share or hold showers when one of their colleagues has a pregnant wife.:faint: And they routinely use far more colourful language than most women do. Working in a union job was different, too. The men don't like to see you get too co-operative with management. This was very different from the mindset of my previous job. I was the first woman working in the sheet metal shop - I wrote on my coat chic metal - and some of the guys gave me a hard time. They didn't like having a woman in the shop. I would go home at night and cry, and remind myself that I had a mortgage. Other guys were good to me, though, and I soon got used to defending myself and became respected.

Yep, born, raised, and still living in the heart of T.O. I've never learned how to drive because of the transit system!

I guess by this point I better tell you all who I am. You already know my age because I decided to not stay in the closet about it.:clap2: Since I was 35 I've been earning my living building aircraft. I work with mostly with men, there are very few women on the floor, and this is where I met my husband. Actually, we are common-law but we've been together for twenty years. Before I started my life as a blue collar grrl, l lived in France for a few years, and before that I worked in university administration. The last 3 years I have been off work for depression, though. This is something that runs, gallops actually, in my family. As for my family, some of us are fat, and some are not. I am one of the unlucky ones, I guess.

I have my operation this coming Thursday. Right now I am doing a lot of eating for the memories. It is kinda like I am on vacation and will start work next week. I want to get all the good stuff in that I can.

Does everyone slime?

I've got another question. I was just on the general site, and it was suggested that newbies should introduce themselves there. Is it a good idea or not? What do you think, my fellow Canuckis?