134? you are tiny. :) but yes, i will cheer you on honey!

You know, I was thinking yesterday about what I would like to weigh. And I picked 135. So now I know that if I ever get there, I will look like you, which would be fabulous.

Please don't get all Lindsey Lohan on us. But good luck! Have you tried more of a toning/weight program? That's probably the best thing to work trouble areas as opposed to all over weight loss. Muscle weighs more than fat, but takes up much less space. So even if you don't see a difference on the scale, you will be smaller.

Thanks. The last thing I want to do with this blog topic is make people feel badly about themselves, because I think you look wonderful, and I can guarantee that 1) you are in MUCH better shape than I and 2) you have 10 times the muscle that I do.

I do some weight work for my arms while on the treadmill, and I walk at an incline, so I'm hoping that should help tone my ass/thighs (my worst points). It's just that I know I weighed between 118-122 not so long ago (Ratz Reunion I) and I liked how I looked back then better than how I look now, hence the weight-loss desire. And the walking that I'm doing has got to be better than nothing, which is exactly what I was doing before.

Just using weight as a measure doesn't work for me. Ever since I've been going to a trainer, I've been putting on weight. But I keep telling myself it's muscle, not fat. But then again, I refuse (REFUSE, I say) to look at my thighs.

Still I support you in all things...

Grr. I would love to weigh 134. 134 is a dim and distant memory. And I'm shorter than you. :p

But good luck getting healthier and feeling happier! That's the important stuff, no matter what one weighs.

Not that you could ever look chubby (to me). You've read my weight woes...

I support your goal completely. But remember, it's not so much the number, but how your clothes fit and how you feel about yourself. I've been working out and getting bigger and heavier, but it's muscle, not fat.

I would kill to be back to 134 (which is my goal). So good luck to you!

ONE, you are skinny. Ratz Reunion One may have been a little bit too skinny for you. If you will recall, your bathing suit bottoms practically fell off because there wasn't enough of you to cover up. I am told I missed quite a show.

TWO, With that said, as the poets Bell Biv and Devoe once noted, "You can't trust a big butt and a smile," so if you feel that your butt is large, perhaps you should take the poets' suggestion and instead work on your trustworthiness as a proxy.

THREE, You know my historical affection for softdrinks. I believe you have probably personally loaned me the money to buy approximately 800 gallons of Mt. Dew from Taco Bell. I can say without hesitation that although diet soft drinks are TERRIBLE for like 6 months or a year, after a year (I'm going on two more or less) they are pretty damn good, and sugary soft drinks start tasting way too sweet. So although it's difficult, it gets easier with time. CANS are critical. They make it taste so much colder, fizzier, and tastier.

FOUR, nothing. I'm done. Could have stopped at THREE.

ONE, thanks. It's not about the reading on the scale so much as the pooches I want to rid myself of. The problem, mostly, was that when wet, the top of that swimsuit became a little see-through. At which point SK of course said I was trying to seduce the swimmie-wearing four-year-olds in the shallow end. Because I'm so LeTourneau like that.

TWO, I'm reminded here of the "Weird Al" Yankovic classic, "Fat," opening lines of which are "Your butt is wide, well mine is too. Better watch yo' mouth, or I'll sit on you."

THREE, I have downsized to C2 - 1/2 the calories, all the taste. And it's true. I like it muchly. Diet Coke with lime is okay, and I like Diet A&W anything. But there is just nothing that beats an ice-cold Coca-Cola Classic once in a while, or a full-on Mountain Dew. With a 7-layer burrito. Mmmm. See, all my vices come in one adorably adobe-shaped form.

Restrict Taco Bell pleasures to being a reward for something that is difficult to achieve regularly. Accomplishment is fun.

good lord, I faintly recall 134, but I also recall that I was a size five then. Weight is weird. That was many a year and a much smaller bra size ago.

Ima be the mean woman you don't know in your weight watchers group=p, get your tape measure out too and also do your weekly measurements in your unpleasant bulgy places. Because that's what really matters not what the scale says, the scale is just a motivator. Of course my best method of losing weight has been running a fever for four days, but I don't recomend it.

Of course if you want to be encouraged that curves are good and food is better you can borrow my sisters for a few months. 90 pounds is not an unusual weigh in for either, and the most they've seen is 110, (dramatic fluctuation percentage wise) the 26 year old has a husband who is pretty close to anorexic and thinks anyone who isn't as thin as possible is a failure and less of a person (I think he's under 140 currently, I don't trust boys who weigh less than I do by the way). We hates him precious. He's had to be yelled at for making fun of people far thinner than I for being fat and going off at how disgusting it is when girls weigh over 120 pounds. What we evilly like to do is feed him a leeetle itsy piece of cake (cause he has a sweet tooth) and then tell him it had two THOUSAND calories in it (I make damn good cake, two pounds of butter) to watch his eyes bulge as he caclculates just how much running he has to do when he gets home.

Weight is weird. I am small-framed, flat-chested. My wrist is like five inches around. My Mom, 5'6", weighed 110 lbs. until she was 40 and never looked dangerously skinny or anything, because it was fine for her frame. While I know the scale isn't my only answer, I know I felt better about my body when I was in the low 120s, and so that's what I'm aiming toward. But if I feel less rolly-polly due to better diet and exercise, but I still weigh 134, well that's okay too. I think :-)

Man, what a psycho chihuahua. Your bro-in-law, I mean. That's so awful. How did your sis fall in love with such a superficial misogynist?

I can't stress how much I like the tape measure, it's muh frayand. Like, I know I was happiest with my body when my waist was 26", however, I know realistically with my wardrobe that 28" is where happiness would lie in the mirror and in clothing.


I suddenly had some slight paranoia about my sister ever for some reason magically running across these words. I mean, anytime anyone ever says "but they'll never find out" Someone ALWAYS does no matter how ridiculous it might be. Therefore any potential elaboration on him and their relationship would have to be relegated to emails with at least the pretense of not being publically aired gossip. But as far as my actual sister is concerned, ifn she were single, I think she'd be a great match for our darling hochopepa.

Hmmm.... She IS the only sibling I haven't ever smooched.... But aside from her being married to an ex-military accounting officer / jogger / financial services salesman, there are a few things standing in the way of a blissful union between us. Namely, I almost outweigh both of them put together. Okay, me and a 10 year old child anyway. AND our names are too similar, AND she has bad posture doesn't she? AND long distance things don't work out, AND she actually doesn't like me very much, AND she's the one member of your family I've never really enjoyed hanging out with, AND there are other very good reasons.

she's back from ireland and will be at the shindig saturday, frances is invited also come to think on it,

but here, in case you forgot

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