Enabling

[Butterthebean 8,146]

That's fucked...

Well I'll be damned.....

[SoccerMomma73 1,867]

It's like 5th grade when you figured out you could talk shit around your friends and your parents would never know....at least til you slipped up and mom beat the living hell out of you.

[SoccerMomma73 1,867]

Fine talked shitted sheesh

[No game 14,437]

Lol we cracked the code!!

[Butterthebean 8,146]

She said crack.....<snicker>

[Hidden from view 159]

No - she said crack ED

[Arts137 1,811]

We have learned a Great Deal from the Angles and Saxons

And the Great Value of the present participle is clear as well...

And we are now ALL "enabled" in a new and exciting way.

Let's create a new "Schoolhouse Rock"

"Just add ed"

[LipstickLady 25,682]

I fall asleep and awaken to a bunch of fool childrened.

[Arts137 1,811]

I fall asleep and awaken to a bunch of fool childrened.

Oh lipstick, life makes us lose so much valuable post time...

[Fluffnomore 1,235]

This thread is everything that is awesome about my Pal, Bariatric.

I fell asleep earlier than Lipstick Lady, and look at all of you motherflankeders.

I think we all must agree that the first step is admitting that we have a problem. In my case it's not so much hunching over in my cave in the dark, with yellow eyes, scarfing down cake after cake. It's more that I had a series of long-seated behaviors that did me no favors. Along with a series of reasonable behaviors. As the dust is clearing from the bomb I dropped on my life, I can see that my disordered behaviors extend(ed) into all sorts of things. Like the pre-Hoarders state of my desk. Like my avoidance of cleaning out that big closet downstairs. Like my insomnia and worry about things that I should be doing if i am going to be the completely together person I want to be.

Grabbing control of this aspect of my life might also start to trickle over into other areas. I can see now that I effectively checked out somewhere between 5 and 7 every night when I poured myself a glass of wine and fixed dinner (that I only ate sometimes, and then obviously sometimes overate.) I'm a relaxed, happy drinker; I was never passed out on the couch after yelling, "You goddamned kids!" but I was anesthetizing. And now I am clearheaded because of the diet and its restrictions, and it has lifted the blinds on my other behaviors. Kinda skeery.

So, obviously I am right in that stage that GG talks about. I'm sorting through the detritus of my "old" life and figuring out how I want to be going forward. It's odd. I am feeling my emotions (as my friend said) but now that they're here and up-front they are not as frightening as they were when I was blocking them.

Thank you for letting me work this out virtually. I'm sure that was at least 2 or 3 therapy sessions right there. Let me know where to send the check.

[Fluffnomore 1,235]

I might have been able to squeeze a few more weird metaphors into that post. Next time I will try harder.

[jdmama911 224]

This thread is everything that is awesome about my Pal, Bariatric.

I fell asleep earlier than Lipstick Lady, and look at all of you motherflankeders.

I think we all must agree that the first step is admitting that we have a problem. In my case it's not so much hunching over in my cave in the dark, with yellow eyes, scarfing down cake after cake. It's more that I had a series of long-seated behaviors that did me no favors. Along with a series of reasonable behaviors. As the dust is clearing from the bomb I dropped on my life, I can see that my disordered behaviors extend(ed) into all sorts of things. Like the pre-Hoarders state of my desk. Like my avoidance of cleaning out that big closet downstairs. Like my insomnia and worry about things that I should be doing if i am going to be the completely together person I want to be.

Grabbing control of this aspect of my life might also start to trickle over into other areas. I can see now that I effectively checked out somewhere between 5 and 7 every night when I poured myself a glass of wine and fixed dinner (that I only ate sometimes, and then obviously sometimes overate.) I'm a relaxed, happy drinker; I was never passed out on the couch after yelling, "You goddamned kids!" but I was anesthetizing. And now I am clearheaded because of the diet and its restrictions, and it has lifted the blinds on my other behaviors. Kinda skeery.

So, obviously I am right in that stage that GG talks about. I'm sorting through the detritus of my "old" life and figuring out how I want to be going forward. It's odd. I am feeling my emotions (as my friend said) but now that they're here and up-front they are not as frightening as they were when I was blocking them.

Thank you for letting me work this out virtually. I'm sure that was at least 2 or 3 therapy sessions right there. Let me know where to send the check.

I'll PM you my address for my reading fee haha This site really does help you work through some amazing things though doesn't it?

Im such an enabler to myself it is awful. I think I could justify eating an entire pizza to myself an hour after Thanksgiving dinner if I wanted to. Well...no I couldn't anymore. Pre sleeve...absofuckinglutely. Now...My hungry brain answers to my bitchy logical brain...It was weird how that logical part got so loud after surgery though...Sure my hungry side still shouts out like a child in a toy aisle when I pass by McDonalds or sees a doughnut. But...It doesn't throw a temper tantrum. It shouts once, my bitchy side laughs and that's the end of the episode mostly.

My "big closet" is our huge shower. Although, I've never been in good enough shape to clean it even close to all the way. We have really hard Water, so I have to use harsh chemicals to get it to look good. Well.. a fat chick + slight asthma + smelly chemicals + a huge shower + intense scrubbing = disturbing to say the least lol I think after Thanksgiving Im going to tackle that damned shower once and for all. It will be an early Christmas present to myself. A shower that is clean and sparkly lol

[gamergirl 4,609]

This thread is everything that is awesome about my Pal, Bariatric. I fell asleep earlier than Lipstick Lady, and look at all of you motherflankeders. I think we all must agree that the first step is admitting that we have a problem. In my case it's not so much hunching over in my cave in the dark, with yellow eyes, scarfing down cake after cake. It's more that I had a series of long-seated behaviors that did me no favors. Along with a series of reasonable behaviors. As the dust is clearing from the bomb I dropped on my life, I can see that my disordered behaviors extend(ed) into all sorts of things. Like the pre-Hoarders state of my desk. Like my avoidance of cleaning out that big closet downstairs. Like my insomnia and worry about things that I should be doing if i am going to be the completely together person I want to be. Grabbing control of this aspect of my life might also start to trickle over into other areas. I can see now that I effectively checked out somewhere between 5 and 7 every night when I poured myself a glass of wine and fixed dinner (that I only ate sometimes, and then obviously sometimes overate.) I'm a relaxed, happy drinker; I was never passed out on the couch after yelling, "You goddamned kids!" but I was anesthetizing. And now I am clearheaded because of the diet and its restrictions, and it has lifted the blinds on my other behaviors. Kinda skeery. So, obviously I am right in that stage that GG talks about. I'm sorting through the detritus of my "old" life and figuring out how I want to be going forward. It's odd. I am feeling my emotions (as my friend said) but now that they're here and up-front they are not as frightening as they were when I was blocking them. Thank you for letting me work this out virtually. I'm sure that was at least 2 or 3 therapy sessions right there. Let me know where to send the check.

I've been watching your journey here and am fascinated because yours is unfolding as mine did. Going from, I have no idea why I weighed what I did to maybe I drank a bit more than I wanted to and there were other things I needed to fix.

I went down the same path. Nice to have someone to walk on the path with we can hold hands if we get scared.

[gamergirl 4,609]

The biggest problem with that thread was not the OP...although her story did change as she went along. But rather it was another poster who gave some rather deluded advice. If you don't start reading all the threads in their entirety I'm going to have to revoke your super-sarcasm-enabler status.

Well gosh dang it. Now I have to read the whole thread with all it's in-fighting? You know how much I hate fighty threads. Okay okay.

[Arts137 1,811]

I'll PM you my address for my reading fee haha This site really does help you work through some amazing things though doesn't it?

Im such an enabler to myself it is awful. I think I could justify eating an entire pizza to myself an hour after Thanksgiving dinner if I wanted to. Well...no I couldn't anymore. Pre sleeve...absofuckinglutely. Now...My hungry brain answers to my bitchy logical brain...It was weird how that logical part got so loud after surgery though...Sure my hungry side still shouts out like a child in a toy aisle when I pass by McDonalds or sees a doughnut. But...It doesn't throw a temper tantrum. It shouts once, my bitchy side laughs and that's the end of the episode mostly.

My "big closet" is our huge shower. Although, I've never been in good enough shape to clean it even close to all the way. We have really hard Water, so I have to use harsh chemicals to get it to look good. Well.. a fat chick + slight asthma + smelly chemicals + a huge shower + intense scrubbing = disturbing to say the least lol I think after Thanksgiving Im going to tackle that damned shower once and for all. It will be an early Christmas present to myself. A shower that is clean and sparkly lol

No, I get the check, I get the check...

and

Fluffnomore's got a Fat Brain, Fluffnomore's got a Fat Brain...