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Haha.. This reminds me when I was going through something similar a few years back... So they fill me up with water (they just keep adding more til you feel like you are going to explode!) and then they tell me to go sit on the portable toilet like contraption in the corner of the room to and pee it out. There's a machine in the under the seat that measures the pressure/velocity or something etc when you pee... They also measure how much goes in and then measure how much comes out to see if you are able to fully empty your bladder...

The Dr said "I'll step out side while you go and then I'll come back in a read the data.... Haha.... as I am going, I notice a puddle forming on the floor and there's no way I can stop once I start.... The Doc comes in and doesn't even notice the puddle yet (The floor is slightly unlevel and it's now all puddled up agains the other wall).. He goes to the machine and looks under it and looks perplexed.. Then he looks at the floor... Then he grumbles under his breath and calls the nurse in and tells her to bring those blue liners like puppy training floor pads.... Turns out he forgot to put the catch basin underneath.... Great.... We have to do the whole thing all over again... This time I ask him about the catch basin before he leaves the room....

Turns out I have IntersistialCictitus or some such thing... They gave me pills but After about a year, I quite taking them... I was feeling like an old lady with Those pee pills and diet pills and iron Pills and high cholesterol pills and sleep pills and anti depression pills.... One day I woke up and looked at my little daily pill thingy that had each days AM and PM pills in little compartments and I said "Thats it... I'm done with all of you!" And It's been 3 or 4 years since I've taken them..

OMG! I can totally relate... The same thing happened to me once... Well, okay, the crust probably wasn't ohhh and ahhhh worthy becasue I just put a flat crust over the top... But it looked great when it came out of the oven... However when my Ex Dh cut into it... It fell down into a million pieces.... Huh, Where did the apples go??? Ohhh there they are... What started as a 10 inch high apple pie is now anout 1/2 an inch.... Turns out that "delicious" apples aren't meant for baking and they shrink down to nothing but water.... It was now an applesauce pie with lots of crust.... Haha... Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately) I became a very good baker and cook and always get to bring all the yummy stuff to every party... Haha... Now that I have everyone trained to expect this, I have decided I won't be doing this any more. I don't want my life to revolve around food and cooking for every party, get together and special occasion... I want to focus on seeing all my friends and just visiting with people and catching up with their lives... I'll bring the store bought veggie platters and lo-cal dip.... It was the obsession with making the perfect and most delicious food all the time that helped get me in the obese situation I am in now....

I Just found your Blogs so am reading some pretty old stuff, But I think it's great to see the journey through your eyes and I can't wait to get to the more recent stuff to see how the journey was when you were at my current stage and to also see the near future stages that I have to look forward to. I'm not nearly so elequent with words but can relate to much of how you feel... Ohhh and I love how you call your DH Mr. Skinny Ass... Cracks me up... My Ex was skinny too... My Current BF is a decent size... He's almost 60 so he has a grampa buddah belly but the rest of him is perfect and I love to rub his Buddah Belly.... I never understood why those little round bellies are cute on men and disgusting on women... I can't ever imagine anyone rubbing my belly and "saying how cute!" Well, for one thing, mens bellys are more solid and my belly is more like a bowl of jello.... Now why is this? Anyhow, time to read on...... Thanks for sharing your story....