Yes. And your point?

As one who is also wanting to lose weight I have found that being sensitive does not help. I sure wish it did.

I also hate to exercise and change my diet too. However it is starting to hurt my golf game. So I too am going to be working on weight loss program. Lousy time to start with all the holidays coming up,.... but procrastination also doesn't help.

Wish us both good luck with this endevor.

Good luck to all of us. One of those things that's always harder to do than it sounds.

I finally stopped ignoring my gym membership and roped daughter #3 into a mutual misery pact.

We started last week with a step class... which we both left feeling really depressed (good lord, 15 minutes in and my legs felt like someone strapped 50 lb weights on each one)

But we met each lunch for four days last week... starting back on Monday.

BTW... I think the definition of menopause should also include metabolpause...

argh

I should just suck it up and join curves, which my mother has been trying to get me to do for a while.

I'd like to do yoga, but I can't really justify two memberships right now, and I have an urgent need for cardio . . .

I also need to re-up in the martial arts; I'm pretty miserable without jujitsu, if you want to know the truth.

Margaret Cho hit the nail on the head when she said that the "fuck it" diet (eat whatever you want and then say "fuck it') works best when complemented by the "fuck that shit" exercise program. Unfortunately, I'm an expert at both.

I remember when you said you'd always imagined vegetarians had healthier diets than most people--right up to the moment that JAT invented, as you put it, "the 90% fudge diet."

Mine is 90% gin. If I cut out the tonic water, I'd weigh 100 pounds or so.

New taste diet;

Put it in your mouth.

Taste it.

If it tastes good;

Spit it out, it's bad for you!

"Gin" chic?

Don't tell the fashion industry.

I have the opposite problem. I'm trying to gain weight. It's not as easy as it can sound....

I'm the hungry monster, sigh. Constantly hunting for food, on a kitchen raid, begging my hubby to get me some food (or I'll eat him alive :-)

After a while, you get tired of the hunt. It's all the same. You've seen so many dishes - they all look and taste almost the same.

You want that very special one, that fit YOUR taste perfectly, but where to find it? Does it even exist in real life?

You'll never know when you will find your soul meat ;-)

Double entendres aside, I'm having trouble seeing any consistency among: Greek orzo, Thai beef salad, and peach pie.

I do understand that sometimes a few bites are enough before one gets bored.

Once you hit 42 or so, however, this will cease to be a dietary Saving Grace. Portion control becomes a lot less effective at that point. That's when you want to start eating your husband alive--and vice versa.

And what's so wrong with that? Wouldn't the opposite be some sort of sick necrophilia?

Yup! Not just necrophilia, which is bad enough. But the sick kind!

"Honey, you can have all the oral you want. After I'm dead."

(I wonder if LifeCruiser is beginning to regret stopping by.)