DeLarla

Where can I get one in size Lumberjack? I need it by March. Ug.

I ended up buying 2 from David's Bridal. I fit snug in the 18, but will prolly wear the 20 since Convention is next week!

Last night I had my worst PB, slime and all. I'm the girl that felt left out because I never PB, then BOOM, it was awful. I'm coming down with the crud so I was on cold medicine. I think I know what I did wrong - I waited too late to eat dinner. I went shopping after work and shopped till I literally dropped into a chair at 10 p.m., super hungry, with my plate of the same old food I always eat (chicken, refris, tort chips.) I chewed really well, but I must have swallowed too fast. I only got a few bites in. An hour later I was really hungry, but Michelle's voice was in my head saying, "only liquids for a couple days." Well, I opted for a piece of fudge, which slid right on down. Not a good choice, but I was so hungry and there was nothing else soft around (a little Christmas fib.) Today I will try to stick with liquids (chocolate is a liquid cuz it melts.)

One thing I know from personal experience is that kids have to be in immediate and critical danger for CPS to get involved. I had a 5 year old neighbor kid locked in her mom's car in 100 degree heat (she had the keys and refused to get out.) Mom was passed out cold, drug induced. The whole neighborhood was involved, and the cops finally showed up. I coaxed the little girl out of the car, but since she wasn't in physical harm, CPS refused to come. After that, things got worse. I did everything to get CPS to at least visit the home, but they said the cops have to show up and witness severe abuse or neglect. Sad but true (in Vegas, anyway.) As far as noisy neighbors, I haven't won that battle yet, and I'm a rattlesnake when provoked. The law protects them, not you. I've been through it a couple times (that's why I sold my old house.) Cops came 17 times in one year and never cited them. Cops don't want to get involved, all they do is quiet the noise. One cop told me HE even sold his house since the law protects the bad guys, and there was nothing he could do to quiet his noisy 3 a.m. biker neighbors. I got so sick of Tuesday 1 a.m. parties that my husband finally got me an airhorn. I'd wait till they finally went to bed at 3 a.m. Then about 4:30 a.m. (when they were all in deep REM sleep) I'd stand over the back wall and shoot that airhorn in their windows. Once we plugged the amp in and set it on the back wall while they were quiet and Chris played Ozzie Osbourne on the guitar (he can't play, and they were Mexican rock-haters.) For me, fighting fire with fire was the only way to shut them up.

The dentist is one doctor who has always been proud of me. I get lots of compliments on my gums, too. They gave me this dental tool a long time ago, and I fiddle with it to keep me from eating at night. It's got the official metal dentist handle, but the end is a pointy rubber thing (like a rubber chocolate chip.) I think it's for massaging gums, and it keeps them pink and healthy.

Actually, that burned. Good work, Kat. No more deleting.

"Or I will NEVER post on another of your threads again" GULP. Rut-roh, what delete button?

"The most impressive part to me was that the slime came out in a 9 inch diameter BUBBLE!" This was so funny that the same impressive bubble just came out of my nose, coffee flavored, thank you.

It's an anti-anxiety medicine that will either calm you down or make you go sleepy for a nice long nap. I've been given either Ativan or Valium before some procedures to keep me from freaking out.

Kathy, WHEN will you embrace the fact that I'm not normal? I'm having a bad day, I'm deleting things - any things. It's what crazy people do. We delete stuff and throw things away, then next week we wonder why we did that and miss our stuff. Gotta go throw away some dishes now.

I was deleting all my old subscriptions & threads trying to get out of LBT, but this one is too sentimental. I don't miss my band, but I do wish there was an easier way.

Zoe has all the good PBs.

A hundred years ago, Slim Fast didn't give you the gas. That all started during the high fiber craze. I remember when the new formula came out because I wrote to ask why I was all bloated & farty, and they said they beefed up the fiber content.

Water Piks are great! I hate flossing too, so I'm glad someone else admitted it. I use the Polish Water Pick every day in addition to Lysterine and brushing. I use the pulsating shower massage on all my teeth when I shower.

So Sorry, Little C. I wish there was something I could give you or do for you.

There's nothing better to me than cuddling in the big bed with my dogs and eating. It's safe, it's secure, it's comforting. Till afterwards when I hate myself. It's a horrible habit that creeps back way too often.

Nobody but my husband knew. Nobody knew for a couple weeks. Nobody has to know about the band till you are good, ready and comfortable talking about it. That could be a week, a year or never. You'll know when the time is right. Till then, just let everyone know you're changing your life one nibble at a time, and if they press you, walk away after handing them a hunk of fudgy cake and saying, "Here, enjoy."

I prefer both. Sometimes it's hard to get to the gym because I wake up late or have morning errands to run. On those days it's nice to walk the dogs then exercise at home with my equipment. I pick both!

Treadmills are really good in small houses because they make great storage hangers. You can get a whole load of laundry on one machine.

I wish you great speed in this process and a faster healing. Can't wait to see the pics!

If I take a Lortab/Vicodin, I can eat huge amounts. I'm not sure if they loosen up your stomach, or if they just mask the full feeling. Even when I was banded I could eat tons on pain pills. Not sure why though.

Girl, you gotta get your veggies in! There are ways to hide them. For example, make a meatloaf and bake carrots right in, or make healthy Soups and cut the veggies really small. Cube them pea size and toss them in cottage cheese or over other foods. Start slow. Soon you'll be snacking on raw spinach with me. I guess I got lucky cause I love tons of raw stuff.

You sound normal. Now the hard part of finding a fill doctor. Most US surgeons won't touch patients banded in Mexico so you might start lining things up now. Good luck, and it will get better soon.

Nykee, I think I relate to you most. My mother was (and still is) paranoid schitzophrenic and had no right raising children. She was beautiful, thin and had a split personality, so at work men loved her, and she was a very sucessful real estate broker. But the monster came out at home. We were 3 young kids with no parents in the home. I don't remember my early childhood, but when we were 6, 7 & 8, it was just kids in the house beating each other up, and since I was the youngest, I was always getting it worse. When we woke up, sometimes she'd be in her room alone with the door closed or sometimes we'd hear a man's voice, or sometimes she wasn't there. I remember being just a kid, all alone and scared to death at 11:00 p.m. because my brother & sister were at friends' so I'd sit in the corner with all the lights on watching the front door. The only food was health crap like raw lentils and beans, cans of tomato paste and frozen liver. Once a month she'd take us shopping and bought one box of cereal, but my brother would beat me up the next day if I even looked at "HIS" cereal. There was powdered milk, her coffee and her Creamora, so I'd eat mouthfuls of Creamora. When she came home, we'd all run and hide till we knew what person came home (was it the Monster, or the pretty lady?) Usually always the Monster, who would sneak in at midnight and pour water over us while cackling, "Midnight Showers." Now that she's been institutionalized, she claims she never did that, but I'm sure it would kill her if her brain allowed her to process such torture of 3 innocent kids. Finally when I was in 5th grade, a neighbor taught me how to steal candy. Then my sister made me steal food from neighbors' houses. We'd steal money or junk food then binge till we were all sick. That binge eating never left me. It's who I am, it's all I know, and I'd work a 2nd job for life if I could find a way to stop the thought process.

I'm a junkie 100 times over. I'm addicted to anything not nailed down and have to fight craving for everything but pot and cocaine (bye bye 80's.) Tonight I almost stabbed my husband over a sliver of lasagna skin. He had served me a huge portion, but a tiny portion of the bottom pasta layer got left in the tray, which nearly sent me in a frenzy. Getting through dinner knowing I didn't get that sliver of noodle drove me crazy. I don't rememer the huge dinner I ate, I only recall the part I missed. We laugh about it, and hubby lovingly calls me Crack Head, but my food addiction sucks. Every night I toss and turn and fret n' stew over food, diet, exercise, fat, thin, etc. When I wake up the next morning, I'm like the diet model of the world with perfect decisions in order, but those decisions fly out the door the second temptation enters the door. Carol (Cadydid) shared an exercise with me yesterday, so last night I tried it. I'm trying to play new "tapes" in my head before falling asleep. It was harder that you can imagine to shut down the eating & dieting tapes & replace them with positive affirmations, but last night I kept thinking of all the good things I did yesterday, all the nice things, the positive things, the things that make me worthy and beautiful. Last night that kept me from sneaking out of bed for a 10:00 p.m. bowl of cereal. Today I took 1/3 of a diet pill and asked hubby to tie me down. I'm an addict. That's why I'm fat.