So what's your story today?

Oh, so nice to have you all checking in! Heather, I'll check the eggroll calories too. Those would make a nice lunch. I think lean cuisine does one too. About the nonspecific food "rule," it's just a suggestion to try to minimize talk about high sugar/high fat foods, since those are triggers for so many of us. Nothing set in stone. No sermon from the mountain.

Dee, hello! So glad you are enjoying your company and you liked your vintage bracelet. I really love the rhinestone stuff from the 1950's and 1960's and thought that piece was special.

Haha Haha, Zac, I'm so sorry you didn't get an eggroll or gymnastic sex today.


Okay.... so here's what an extra 10 mg of prednisone does for me on the positive side.... Monday I tried to go swimming and only sat on the deck and cried for 20 minutes. Today, I swam to the yellow house and back in 80 minutes, my best time/distance of the summer. Woot woot!!!

K.

Nancy, where are you going on your mini break? I think you told us, but I've forgotten. Somewhere exciting, I hope! My last mini break was in Vermont... a whole four hour drive away... I didn't even get out of New England!

Well now I know the secret to getting everyone to post. SEX TALK! Are you guys ready for some excerpts from my Bigfoot Erotica novel yet? Or maybe we should just stick to human sex for a while. Soooo... what do you most look forward to with continued weight loss in the sex department? I've already said gymnastics, and by that I mean improved flexibility. Need to sign up for some yoga classes too! Lucky for me, I'm damn sexy at any size, LOL, but I will definitely look forward to having all of our parts fit together less awkwardly. My friend Sharon has been obese her entire life but always manages to have a wild sex life, and she once told me, "I don't care if my inner thighs jiggle... if they get in the way, I just duck tape those suckers back!" She is the most body-confident woman I know. And she's so right... sex appeal, I think, especially when you love your partner, is so much more than your weight, your physical perfection or lack thereof, whether things jiggle or not.

Okay... so here's a little snippet from Bigfoot Made Me Scream
(it's just the opening paragraphs... only one scandalous sentence.)

Alexandra Salacine opened the large brown envelope with shaking hands. Had it worked? Even with her silky dark hair pulled back and her blue eyes hidden behind glasses, no one would mistake her for a man in person, especially in summer weather when her rather bountiful breasts were always straining against whatever tank top she’d thrown on. In fall and winter she was strictly an academic, researching and writing for dry scientific journals, spending most weekends buried beneath piles of student papers on anthropology and paleontology. Summer, however, was hers to do with what she pleased. And this summer, she pleased something very, very special. She desperately wanted to go on a Bigfoot tracking expedition with the most prestigious hunter in North America, Johan Schneidermann.
“Please, oh please, just let it be yes,” she whispered. She pulled the packet from the envelope, part of her expecting the usual: “Thank you for applying and here’s your consolation prize of flyers of invitations to hear Johan speak at various venues for reasonable fees.” Instead, her acceptance letter rattled in her fingertips. Good god, had she pulled it off? She’d been tipped off this year, and her strategy must have worked. Apparently Schneidermann was a sexist…. no, a misogynist, and he never allowed women to be part of his research teams when he hit the Bigfoot hotspots. Sure, he would take them along on unimportant trips. Let them fetch coffee. Have the pretty ones give him handjobs in his tent and the not so pretty ones give him *kitten* in the bushes at night.
Alex had run into a former intern of Schneidermann’s at a book signing last spring, and she’d been given some great advice: don’t bother to apply unless you’re willing to get gender reassignment surgery first. And while she hadn’t done that, Alex had carefully doctored all of her application materials to ensure that nowhere was her gender apparent. She’d applied as Dr. Salacine or Alex, not Alexandra. One week from today, she would arrive at the research base camp in the White Mountains, far from civilization, and Schneidermann would be forced to let her participate. It would be too late to find another geneticist to handle any possible DNA samples with the appropriate protocols. She would be in!