vinesqueen

ah yes, the food police. Some people are concerned about your welfare. Some look at how little you are eating, and can't believe it. They are eating much more, and by golly, you're a big girl, so you are probably eating more too. Actually, I think a cup is about right, depending on the type of food. Of course, your mileage may vary

Hi Flower, I'm not a moderator, but I suppose I qualify as someone. You probably won't have any restriction until you have a fill. The band is designed to only work with a fill. So, to answer you question, you will start to feel restriction only when you get a fill. Some people feel restriction depending on other outside envronmental factors, such as edema, altitude or possibly barometric pressure. Hope that helps. Be patient, difficult I know.

(slight hijack) Sue, are you sure you don't have sleep apnea? if you are snoring this badly, you NEED to get it checked out. It's potentially life threatening.

I'm sooo looking forward to this!

Yup, clean plate club. "Starving chilren in China" I've switched to mostly using bread & butter plate for my plate. Not so much realistate. Some people use a saucer or desert plate

I learned to not let myself get to that point. That point of desperate hunger. It hurts, and if I hurt myself, I'm not being kind to myself.

Oh sure Betty! I knew you were going to rub it in! Oh sure, be that way! Oh how the mighty have fallen...

I'm expecting more along the lines of "laughing and pointing."

That said, I didn't have any weird punishments.

Worst punishment? Hmmm, that's a hard one. One of the more tramatizing ones was after I spend all afternoon "gardening." I discovered a brick path in our over grown back yard, so I set to work clearing it all the ways tothe bottom of the hill. I was.. maybe 8 I think. When my mother got home, I proudly dragged her outside so I could show her all my hard work, especially the hole I cut through a seemingly gi-normous bush so you could get to the bottom of the stair case. I carefully put all the brush and debres into the compost pile. ... I did not get the reaction I was hoping for. She went into a screaming rage because I "ruined the landscaping." She wanted to know what I'd used to cut my way through the plants and I pointed to the paring knife. She proceded to cut my hair all the while screaming at me. I can't believe to this day that she didn't cut me. My sister later told me that our mother hadn't been out to the backyard in probably 7 years. The other memorable weird beating came the night before I turned 15. My crime? Her grandmother had to get married on her 15th birthday. Of course, the next night she beat me so hard she broke every wooden spoon in the house and started using a heavy gage metal spoon, big round strainer spoon with large holes. I bled pretty badly from that beating. When Spud was about 8 I got curious at how hard my mother would have to hit us to break wooden spoons. I took one of mine and proceded to beat a railroad tie with it, but as strong as I am, I couldn't break that wooden spoon.

Okay Betty, now you have to change your password. And no, you can't make it "harleys1" again. There are two different flavors of MSN, one is the MSN.com portal and one is an ISP. Confusing because two differnt products have the same name. The ISP is refered to internally as MSN IA for Internet Access.

You could get a tatoo of the band that goes aroun your ankle! yeah, that's it. on a more serious note... What do you feel best symbolizes your journey. Are you looking at something architypal or something personal? A road? A butterfly, a flower in bloom, a frog, or perhaps a reflection in a mirror? Perhaps a tribal pattern that encorporates something meaningful, or something abstract. A tatoo is a permanent thing, or at least, they are designed to be permanent. The important thing is to go with something meaningful for you.

I don't know about your MSN question. Some outfits provide the conectivity, but not access (sort of like chosing a long distance carrier), and some places provide both conectivity and access. And since I dont' have the particulars about the subscription to a Security company, I can't help you there either. Just call me the queen of no help today!

Me-shell! Me-shell! C'mon everybody! Me-shell!

I love Simple Plan (God must hate me) talk about teenage angst! These are some of my movin' songs: Mystermen Soundtrack, Tank Girl soundtrack, Puddle of Mudd "She F-ing hates me" la la la la, The Ramones, DEVO (oh sawthe Fantastic 4 this weekend, and Reed had an autographed framed pix of DEVO on his dresser! Woot!) Daft Punk (techologic)... I have a Dell Jukebox. I love it, 15 gig harddrive, and it plays a multitude of formats, not just the mac format. (I researched the different compression formats available and I like the sound of WMA best. My juke box is also great for recording lectures, especially accounting lectures since they put me right out... I've been thinking about getting an ipod shuffle since the bitty size if it appeals to me, but the 126 song limit is too small for me. I haven't downloaded any music, I just buy the CD.

Good question Paula, security from what. My fat is security too, it's armor. Perhaps my hordings are my castle walls, my battlements. I don't know how old your mother is, but mine is 70, so she was a child of the depression and WWII with all the rationing. My grandmother is a more pack rat than true horder, which is actually where I see myself. My mother is a different matter though. I try to get rid of something if I buy somethiing. This goes especially for red shirts, a person doesn't really need more than 8 red shirts do they? Well, that covers 2 differnt red sweaters, a couple or three different silk blouses, a teeshirt, henley.. well you get the idea. I can only buy a new red shirt if I let one go. (This doesn't count for books though. I think with books it reperesents wealth.) And is part of it, letting things go.

Okay, one of the behaviors and personality quirks I have is hording. Oh sure, I come from a long line of champian horders, I suppose it's in my blood at some level. My grandfater had the largest junk yard in two counties for crying out loud. Lisa's (DeLarla) thread on Honesty got me thinking. I have to be honest about my my hording. If I want to stop hording my body fat, I have to start letting things go, physical and tangible things. Today, I took a small step. I got rid of a paper bag full of thing from my bathroom. I reclaimed a shelf in my bathroom cupboard. One small step, one step at a time.

Something else is going one, you didn't gain 2 kg of fat since Saturday. I'm not saying you should get things undercontrol, but 2 kg is probably water. (2kg is about 5 pounds)

When my husband come to visit me his band is always tighter He lives at sea level, but I live 9 months out of the year at over 4K feet. It's the altitude...

Don't think of it as excersize, think of it as activity. There are all sorts of wonderful activities, skating, skiing, horseback riding, and let's not even forget about all the wonderful dancing styles.

Congrats, and many blessings from the Goddess!

SECURITY. Plain and simple. Not as bad as my mother, "It's MINE and I'm not giving it up! MINE, NOT YOURS" I might need it. No, really, I might. I bought it, and I sure as hell don't want to buy a second one when I needed it. Like I told you I would.

Lowest bidder. The race to the bottom. ... Anyway! So very glad to see you back! I figured that you were out walking 5K events by this time!

I would love a clean house. But the men I live with don't care about clutter. They don't care about clean either. They are bears. Bears living in caves. But they are making my house a cave. One of the deals for me to go off to school was that we would keep our house cleaners. They come every two weeks and I know that if they didnn't come, I wouldn't be able walk in the house for the mounds of garbage and clutter. I wish I could keep a clean kitchen if nothing else. But I was dragged out of bed to clean the kitchen after I'd cleaned it before I went to bed. I mean litterally dragged out of bed by my hair by my drunken father or screaming lunatic mother. Abuse and self loathing.

Kathy, No Body owns teenagers, you only have a long term lease on one of those thing. My son used to throw world class temper tantrums, screaming fits that were a force of nature in their power. He got better, and if you met him today you would never beleive it was the same kid. I was forced to diet as a kid too. Made to feel worthless about my self and size. And because I was raised by wolves, I try to do better, so he was only raised by wild dogs. He's overweight, and there isn't anything I can do. I almost never buy sodas and so called goodies, but when he got old enough to go to the store, he did.