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I have sleep apnia, and I use a C-pap machine. oh! so have the sleep study! Do it!!! It has radically changed my daily life. I've probably had the apnia for several years but only had my first sleep study this summer. I now wake up with energey, and only drink about one cup of coffee instead of the cups and cups I used to need before I could even think. I would have a terrible headache all day because my oxygen levels drop so low when I sleep. They discovered that I wake up over 180 times a night when I'm not using the C-pap machine. You know it's bad when the techs and Dr are impressed! My system uses room air, but I have an adapter when I need to use O2. The last couple of times I was in hosptial they were able to give me my breathing treatments through my machine, which really helped. You will not be sorry you had the study done!

Woot! way to go! The whole muscle weight thing is why I tell people that the scales lie! Are you keeping track of your inches lost?

Also, I think it depends on what you consider beer. Lagers, beers like Bud or Miller, have more fizz than ales. Something like a good stout or a porter is less carbonated than what your average American considers beer. I don't think I'll have much trouble with even something as light as an IPA. Of course, that is as light as I'll go. Of course, Stouts and Porters might be considered a "thick"

WOW!!!! Bright! You are going to be the belle of the ball! You will put the skinny little blonds to shame! Of course, your idea "wear something "flowing" and black, probably with some sparkly beads on it" is right up my alley! Preferably, low cut of course, an the more sparklies, the better!

My DH spent a couple of nights in hospital, but he is a special case. They are keeping me overnight, but I'm a special case too. Most of the folks that use my DR are home that same day.

I don't know why, but this had me rolling You're lovely. We know you're lovely. You know you're lovely. But imagine you were a horrible, noxious affliction. Which one would you be? http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/affliction/ I'm rabies...

I wouldn't say I was a hug fan of the food Channel. I really enjoy Alton Brown, but he's a total geek, so obvously I would dig him. I've always loved cookbooks, and I've always read them even when I had no intention of ever making anything in them. I have a reprint of an 1800 cookbook that I love. I've never cooked anything out of it, but it's fun to imagine doing so. My husband watches Food TV quite frequently since he got his band. It's pretty funny when he tries to tell me how to cook things. (He is pretty limited to grilled cheese sandwiches and pancakes....)

Rickets Synonyms and related keywords: infantile osteomalacia, juvenile osteomalacia, rachitis, vitamin-D deficiency, skeletal deformity, growth disturbance, hypocalcemia, tetany Background: Rickets is defined as the failure of osteoid to calcify in a growing person or animal. Failure of osteoid to calcify in the adult is called osteomalacia. Rickets occurs when the metabolites of Vitamin D are deficient. Less commonly, dietary deficiency of Calcium or phosphorus may produce rickets. Vitamin D (cholecalciferol [vitamin D-3], a steroid compound) is formed in the skin under the stimulus of ultraviolet light. Ultraviolet light was the only significant source of vitamin D until early in the 20th century when ergosterol (vitamin D-2), contained in fish liver oil or as an irradiated plant steroid, was discovered. Ergosterol can be taken orally with good effect.

267 as of today. (man that was hard.) I'll be banded in two weeks. No goal weight, since I'm not sure that it should be (still thinking I'm too special to have the band work for me...) However, I do want my size 20 jeans (which I can't even squeeze into) to be baggy...

oh! I nearly forgot! When I was a Navy Wife, my height was listed at 165 inches...

For a long time I didn't know how much my DH weighed, but well neighther did he... Dr's office scales wouldn't go that high. He now knows how much I weight. My son asked me yesterday how much I weigh, getting ready for my band and all, and I told him. He was impressed and told me that I sure cary my weight well. Such a golden tounge on that boy...

Lies! Lies! Lies! My weight is wrong, my hair color is wrong, and the day I had the pix taken, I had the flu...

Ryan, I truely hope that things get better for you and Patty. I know things have been espeically rough on her and you, and that you've both been in my thoughts. Take care.

Why am I fat? 2/25/05<o =""></o> What a loaded question. I come from a fat family. My mother was/is MO, my father was, both his sisters are, his grandmother was, half of my mother’s aunts were MO… That’s 115 linear years of being fat… Neither one of my brothers is fat, but I think their serious cocaine and meth additions had something to do with that. <o =""></o> <o =""></o>I love food. I love to cook, to feed people, to nurture them through food. I love to create new recipes, modify old ones. I love to eat good food. And I’ve always been able to eat large quantities of food, I’ve almost always had a difficulty feeling full. Saity is not part of my understanding. Heck, I can’t even spell the word close enough to Word to spell it for me!<o =""> </o> <o =""></o>Abuse, mental illness, bla bla bla, my mother was a lunatic, and not in a good way. Drugs, booze, pain. All part of the mix. Same as so many others. <o =""></o> I was always built solidly. Drop me into a pool and I would sink. In high school I always thought I was gi-normous, the scales said I was fat, my family was always telling me how fat I was. But I look at pictures from my year-book, and I was the same size as all the other girls. Bigger than some, smaller than others. <o =""> </o>When I was small, I was forever getting serious cases of poison oak to the point where my skin looked like it was melting. I would need heavy doses of steroids and I’m sure that caused me to pack on the muscles. When I was 19 I was working out 5 hours a day and I loved every minute of it. My fighting weight was 190, and I thought I was terribly fat. I was a size 11 and I could bench press close to 300 pounds. My warm up was 100 push up (not modified), 100 sit-ups, 100 jumping jacks, and 50 judo push-ups. Then I could get down to my real work out. <o =""></o> <o =""></o>That lasted a couple of years until I developed asthma. It hit me hard and fast. I was spending a week in the ICU every month for close to a year. Really hard to get any exercise when you get out of breath trying to catch your breath. And then when you add the steroids on top of not being able to move… recipe for disaster. <o =""></o> <o =""></o>I developed carpal tunnel so bad I had to have four surgeries on my hands. For several years I only had partial use of one hand. (turns out, I can’t do simple arithmetic left handed…) The drug they put me on gave me back nearly full use of both my hands, but I gained 50 pounds in 3 months. Not fun, like so many others here, I decided being fat was the lesser of two evils. <o =""></o> <o =""></o>I’m concerned that I won’t do well with the band because of the steroids, and the weight I always gain and can never seem lose. I worry that this too will be just another gimmick that I’ve tried. But I know now that the scales lie. They are dammed liars. I don’t have a goal weight, I only have a goal size. <o =""></o> <o =""></o>“the best fried pickles?” ERk! <o =""> </o>

Ice Cream not enough excersize asthma medication. At least this time I didn't actually stab anybody...

Ah, but Blossom, if you do track et. al, you can kiss your butt good bye... (or in my case my tummy.. and chins and stuff...)

You'll do fine! Lots of white light on ya'!

Thanks Zoe! Yeah, that puppy was a very handsome little dog. Unfortunately, he was psychotic, and not in a good way. I really like that quote too. And lately, pretty approprate.

No one ever called me fat names. About the best they could ever come up with was "crystal pistol, big fat wist-le." But when I asked them what that ment they got confused and wandered away....

and who hasn't smuggled a 5th of tequilla under their bra?

Because Babs made it to her original goal, I say we get her a shirt that says "I lost it!"

OH Babs! this is tremendous news!!!!! To quote you from another thread, "My plastic surgeon said that I have about 12 pounds of excess skin and fat distributed on the thighs and stomach. " So, even though I'm struggling with my math classes, even I can do the math! 180 - 12 = 168, which puts YOU BELOW your new goal!!! You rock Babs, you have worked really hard for this grand scale Victory!

Well, in this country, people are supposed to be presumed innocent until proven guilty. Terrible thing, this double homicide. But it was way tacky sending a flyer to you, no phone call, no personal letter. I say, send positive energy to your family, all of it. But don't send the money you don't have. Call your family, who knows, this terrible tragidy could be the thing that pulls your family closer.

Wow Babs! Just Wow!

I love the snow too! Of course, Seattle's weather is very much like yours Bright, our rainy season starts in late Sept and ends in July... We generally get a light dusting of snow every year, and a couple of inches is enough to paralize the entire Puget Sound area! We're very funny. Of course, I'm now in Idaho, and we've still got snow from December hanging around. I have to laugh at what the people in So Cal are saying. (yes I know, the floods and hillslides are no laughing matter. Sorry, I'm very insensitive...) "We've had rain for a entire week!" Try having rain for a "double-biblical." I'm jsut a jerk, what can I say.