Miss Mac

I tried drinking Water with a whisper of lemon in it, but it gives me acid. I love homemade lemonade, even though I use artificial sweetener, but I can't have more than a sip without getting acid. Bummer.

Two weeks, but I am old. If I were even a decade younger, I probably could have indulged at one week, but not with any energy on my part - just pleasant availability.

eggs will have that effect on me. That is why natural gas is scented like rotten eggs, otherwise you would never smell a gas leak.

I had to laugh when I read this story. Four years ago, I retired after a 35 year career of managing hotel housekeepers and hospital environmental service technicians. One thing I always told new employess was this: The first rule of custodial science is "Get it before it dries". It looks like your Aunt Jeanne and your husband were way ahead of the game.

Well written. Thank you for being vulnerable enough to share your doubts and strengths with us. I am going back through your post to check out the links.

Potato chips. I was in my puree phase, and my boyfriend left his bag of chips in the kitchen. They were talking to me and I listened. I only had a small handful, and I let them get all mushy in my mouth, and they tasted sooooo good. However, Miss Tummy punished me for hours. I learned my lesson.

This works for me in the grocery stor: Walk away from the chocolate. Besides, you could just think of it as bowls of poison set out for the rats.

Well, here I am thinking when I ought to be sleeping. I have been beating myself up all day because I had yet another week (ten in a row now) with no movement on the scale. What a revolting development this is! Your post has kindly reminded me that I need to love and accept myself. Thanks

I just discovered this thread. The subject matter (Syncope) really concerns me. I am nine months post-op, and on August 25, 2014, I was sick all day.......no fever, but puking and whistling shi*s time after time. Into the wee hours of the 26th, I had made yet another mad rush to the bathroom. So.......I did the necessary bodily functions, got up , put myself back together, felt whooshy, but turned around to wash my hands.... and passed out and hit my head on the bathtub. I was unconcious on the floor for almost a full hour. I tried to call out for my boyfriend, but the bathroom door was shut, and he was sound asleep with the air conditioner on. So, when I finally got up, I got back on the pot for round two. Once again the universe was spinning. I stood up, pulled myself together and passed out and hit my head on the bathtub again. This time I was out for an hour and a half. When I became alert enough to stand up I went to bed and fell aseep exhausted. Yes, I know that if you are present when someone has a concussion, you are supposed to keep them from falling asleep, but I was so tired. I slept for six hours straight before waking up. My boyfriend was unaware of my condition and got up and went to work. Later that evening I was talking to my daughter who is a healthcare professional. As an occupational therapist she travels to the homes of patients to teach people how to recover from a stroke, accident, or catastrophic illness. She told me that I should have called an ambulance. Well, my PCP is closed on Tuesday, so I called on Wednesday, and I did not get a reply until after supper. He told me to go the the ER anyway to get checked out. They did admit me and took a CT scan of my brain and then a images of my hips (because I was complaining of a sore hip and had a big bruise. They were concerned that I may have fractures my hip. (Turned out to be a deep bruise to the bone) Well, they kept me overnight for observation and to pump six bags of fluids and electrolites into my system. The diagnosis: Syncope I had to wear an event monitor for 30 days. Well, I have done my time, sent the monitor back to the provider. I have an appointment later thus month to see the cardiologist for followup. OMG I hope it was just dehydration. When the cardiologist came into my hospital room, she mentioned the vagus nerve, and said that she will be working in cooperation with my PCP to start eliminating possibilies. It's past bedtime, so that's it for this respone. Now I will be thinkin' when I ought to be sleepin'.........darn it.

Even though I have lost over sixty pounds, my belly still dominates the mirror image. I used to think that my full length mirror must be a circus mirror, so it got put behind the door where I never have to see my full reflection. But now that this old gal is shrinking, I have gotten bolder with looking behind that door. Today, I even put on a elt with my house dress just to see my waist. I do not hate my mirror anymore.

I am spoken for, but what a great idea!

I'll have what she's having!

That explains it then, why women who look like they should wear a 16/18 claim to be a size 6/8. For example talk show host Wendy Williams claims to wear a size six skirt. Really? Really????? I did not wear a six in high school when I weighed 108. (That's 123 pounds ago.)