Monday 9-16-19

Awesome cake. I want to stick my fingers in that frosting. D

Happy Birthday, Diane!

Picture below explains clearly why we can only enjoy a small piece of cake-y goodness. (Unfortunately, with me and cake, restriction rules do not apply, damn it).

Tee hee, whoever drew this does not know that cake is a slider food. Could eat loads of it even though still only 3 oz chicken. D

Happy Birthday Diane! Dinner at a new "secret" restaurant sounds like a perfect celebration!

Happy happy birthday to you!!!

Happy Birthday!!! I hope dinner was lovely at the secret restaurant. Best wishes for a year full of every good thing.

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Seems like the Tribe is experiencing a collective cranky and disjointed day today. Hard to remember back that far, but one advantage of being single as opposed to married for me was, when in a perfectly rotten day, I could at least go home and drop the nice, cooperative and positive persona --no one home but me and the walls. Being nice when not feeling it is an energy sucking mind frame that only produces more of the same.

So I say, embrace and own the feeling let that energy (that is all it is- disjointed juju) harmlessly disperse instead of letting it out side-ways in ways that hurt yourself or others. And in the end, remember--Feeling bad and cranky does not mean you are bad. As has been noted by wise people on this forum- it just makes us human- not perfect, just human.

In the end...It's all good.

Sending hugs and smiles to all- wether or if or what kind of mindset you are in.

Thanks Diane O and Cecily, I sent you Facebook friend requests :)

Meditations on weight and other factors of appearance. Once upon a time in college, I was a wee bit of a thing, and I enjoyed it, although I always thought I could lose a few more pounds. But in order to keep my weight at skinny girl, my typical diet was very spartan. I had a lot of headaches. I worked out so much. Finally, I couldn't do it anymore, and over a 10 year period, my weight went from 125 to over 270, and later from there to 293, which was my highest. God bless my husband who loved me and treasured me at every weight. From 28- 50, I was morbidly obese. In my late 20s, I mourned the loss of ever being thin again. It seemed an impossibility. And, it turns out, without the tool of WLS, for me,losing and/or maintaining significant weight loss was impossible. So all these years later, I can still be displeased about regain, yet deliriously happy that I am not morbidly obese. I can accept my thighs are completely and utterly destroyed by loose skin, and not give a damn when I want to swim. If someone doesn't like it, look away. I can enjoy feeling pretty, but also assert my right to say, I don't exist to gratify your gaze. I owe the world integrity, ethics, kindness, effort, but I don't owe them a perfect example of feminine beauty. I owe myself health, quality of life, and to care about how I look as much or as little as I want, and I owe everyone else that right too. Not sure if this is making any sense... but I can simultaneously want to be better, while enjoying the heck out of who I am today.

Preach!

Love this post!

I have been grumpy today too. Even DW asked if someone was grumpy.

Went to physical therapy today. The therapist warned me it would be unpleasant. It was tuff but not near as bad as I had built it up in my mind.

No weight today. I feel appetite returning.

Peace to all.