
Okay, guys, I’m putting out an
APB. I don’t know where she went, if someone took her, or if she’s running amok somewhere, but Pamela is missing.
For the past two weeks, I haven’t wanted to eat.
Let me repeat that.
I.
Haven’t.
Wanted.
To.
Eat.
Yes, me. Me of the glorious food addiction. Me who looks at food like it’s heroin or crack. Me who would spend 23 and 3/4 hours a day gorging herself if she could.
But I just haven’t been interested. It’s the oddest thing. Of course, I’m not expecting it to last, but I’m baffled. I mean, at dinner tonight, I [ ... ]

I have to thank Rebecca for bringing me back to the purpose of my blog. Over the weekend, I posted about our trip to the Steamboat Arabia exhibit and mentioned that when it was discovered, it was discovered underneath a farm field in Kansas. Hopefully Rebecca won’t mind, but I’m going to quote her here:
“…under a farm field in Kansas.”
Now THAT is something. Hard to believe there was so much great stuff hidden under a layer of dirt!
Kinda makes me think about the good stuff still waiting to be found under my, er, fat layer. LOL. [ ... ]

We all know that losing weight can be really difficult. Especially if you have a food addiction or are a chronic overeater. Over the past few months, I’ve learned that it’s even harder to do it again.
I’ve explained before that I’ve been overweight since about the 3rd grade. I still don’t know what the turning point was, where I went from a skinny child running around in tube tops to being so overweight that the kids in my class called me a “beach ball.” But there was one, and regardless of what brought it on, that’s what happened to me.
I [ ... ]

A while back, I posted about
why I thought I had regained 80+ pounds. One of the things I mentioned was this:
And I got scared. There were things that I would potentially have to start dealing with that I wasn’t comfortable dealing with or even thinking about.
While that statement encompasses several different issues, one of the ones I was thinking of is dating.
I’ve seen it written on enough blogs and enough times on the Weight Watchers message boards to know that I’m not alone in this. I, myself, have never been raped or anything [ ... ]

We all know them. We’re all familiar with them. They’re the soul-suckers. They’re the self-esteem killers. They’re the joy snatchers. They’re the little words that can drain pleasure and replace it with depression in a single instant. Along with
comparison, they are another thief of happiness.
They’re the “yeah, buts.”
The “yeah, buts” can invade just about any part of your existence. From your work, to your hobbies, to your weight, to just about any good event in your life.
For example, here are a few of the weight loss “yeah, buts” in my life right now.
I’ve lost 90.5 pounds.
Yeah, but [ ... ]

This is really hard for me to admit, but I’ve been in kind of a bad place the past few weeks. I’ve done my best to hide it from you all – maybe I succeeded, maybe I didn’t. Maybe it shone through anyway.
There are many reasons for it – some measurable, that I can pinpoint to a specific cause, and some not.
Based on the subject of this post, you may choose to believe that it is solely based on the weight that I’ve regained. Part of it is. Maybe part of it is [ ... ]

In the latest “
Lbs.” news – because, seriously, did you think I could let a day go by without mentioning it – there was a fantastic article about it in the NY Daily News. (I got this image from Lbs.’s Facebook page – click on image to see it.)
You can read it on the web