Today was a bad day. I have a really strong urge to feed my face. I'm not hungry, I know I'm not. I went and got .3 of a fill today on top of things. Lots of restriction right now.

I'm so frustred right now I want to cuss.

My husband and I are at odd ends with each other.

8 years of marriage and my problem with food has'nt been an issue in our marriage until now. He's paid for me to have this surgery and spent a night in the hospital & his POV has changed.

He's fed up with watching me "stuff my face morning, noon and night day in and day out." *cuss word*

When he told me that, I reacted instead of being the "mature" one admitt that I have a problem and thank him for pointing my problem out. *double cuss word*

I told him he was the pot calling the kettle black! Well, he really flared up then. So, now we are not talking after he tore me down a little more. *cuss, cuss, cuss*

Sorry to vent, I'm just hurt right now.

Sorry, I just realized this was posted in introductions......

Hey DeLarla, I'm glad those jeans fit! It's great to have someone who doesn't have to hem my stuff. And those burgundy cords were mine, although the flowery shirt wasn't. What about the black velvet pants? They were probably too big for you, but maybe someone else got 'em.

LisaGreen, I'll start a thread in the talk lounge later with a lyric sample, and you'll see why I'm not in LA or Nashville!

Nobody took the velvet ones, so I kept them. They're a little short & a little loosey goosey, but I might get them tailored for my Xmas party. And the black jacket, very cool!