I am experiencing the same thing with the tight pants. But it is weird because my measurements are smaller. How is that possible? If I understood the trainer I work out with correctly. The muscle building comes from the core and it pushes fat to the surface. I work out doing an overall weight/strength training sets type workout 3 times a wee****ep my heart rate up during this time by monitoring it with a chest strap heart rate monitor that has a watch with it. I also do cardio walking workouts of at least 2 miles but sometimes 4 plus miles 4 times a week. I may add cycling or just active lifestyle stuff. I could do more, but I am pretty happy with what I am doing. I love it when I am done and really look forward to the weight work but I have to motivate myself to do the cardio. Of course half way through, I am loving it. Hugs, Katy

Suz, Your post made my eyes tear up. I am so thankful that all is well--except for some soreness. That must have been so difficult going through. God is so good. He manages to take care of them so much better than we can. How awesome though that she medaled. Isn't this board great. I am so appreciative that we have it. Just getting the words down really helps with the stress and makes things better somehow. Hugs, Katy

Great points Suz, especially: "All you can do is continue onward, doing what you know is right for you. Ask him to please support you in a way that feels good for you, and in a way that is not critical of you. " I am thinking after trying to talk to him about it that it was an emotional blip on his radar. He was eating too much, transfering that on me, missing his eating partner, panicking at the thought that I would have the emotional roller coaster that I once was on (I think we ALL painfully remember that ordeal and thankfully don't miss it) and it all came tumbling out. Honestly, my hubby is absolutely brilliant but this much emotional analysis is so far beyond the male abilitiy that he doesn't recognise it. And I have become much more emotionally analytical since I am food dazed free. He has been wonderful since then. Men! Hugs, Katy

As many of you know, my daughter, MacKenzie, is a wrestler. I know that many don't really know what that entails, but it is a pretty rough and tough sport...she is so much more brave than I, that's for sure! And just to be clear, she is a greco/roman wrestler...nothing like the silly stuff that they show on tv. You wouldn't believe how many people don't know that there is a difference. Anyway, this weekend her wrestling team sponsored the Sacramento Regional Tournament, but unfortunately she didn't have enough wins in the right tournaments to qualify to wrestle at our own tournament. In any case, we are asked to work the tournament and support our team, even if our wrestler didn't get to wrestle...we are totally fine with that and it always turns out to be a great day. Instead of being at our tourny, MacKenzie was invited by the father of another wrestler and his sister, Serina (a former team member that has since moved on to high school) to attend the Nevada State Girls Invitational today. We were thrilled for her to go even though we were committed to our tournament and could not attend the event in Nevada. So, we filled out the paperwork, got her USA card for freestyle wrestling, wrote up releases for Mark (Serina's dad) to take Mackie across state lines, and a medical release for him to act as our agent should a mishap occur. We sent her off this morning with plenty of money, her insurance card, and well wishes for a successful day. By now...you should see where this story is headed.... I got a call from Mark saying that he was so sorry, but... MacKenzie had been in the last few seconds of the third round of her first match of the day and she had been hurt badly by the other wrestler. The paramedics were currently assessing her condition and had her strapped to a board, immobile to protect her neck. I thought that I would be sick right there on the phone. Mark was very calm and had control of the situation; I completely trusted his ability to handle the situation. I spoke with a paramedic and he told me that they were taking her to Barton Hospital in South Lake Tahoe for an x-ray and CT scan, but he thought that would be clear. The day unfolded and it ended up that she was later released to Mark, very sore, very medicated, but walking and moving all of her limbs...no worse for wear. The really amazing part is that when they went back to the tournament after leaving the hospital to get the rest of the family and Serina after the tournament was finishing, they were beginning to give medals. They walked in the doors, and they were calling MacKenzie's name for her to receive her 4th place medal. She medalled at a State tournament and nearly broke her neck to do it! She was shocked and amazed! In the end, they drove the two hours home, met us at our tournament, and MacKenzie got to show off her medal and hear well-wishes from all of her teammates here. I am sitting here this very late evening so thankful that my baby girl is in one piece and that she will recover fully in a couple of weeks. I have not had many reasons or opportunities in my life as a parent to feel such a deep sense of gratefulness or relief until today...but today I am feeling a deep sense of blessing by the universe for sparing my daughter from what could have changed her life in a radical way. I know this was long, so if you are still reading this...I thank you for listening. ~Suz

Thanks again Lindy for starting this. I think Saturday's are a good idea. Wow, 116, did you ever even imagine being 116 lbs? I'm lifting all of you up in prayer. (((hugs)))