So I have to do this lifestyle change and I'm adjusting very well, which is good because I didn't think I would. But get over myself already. Part of this change is ABSOLUTELY nothing to eat after 7:00 PM. (Nancy may have something that I'm not real - possibly a Gremlin and will turn into SPike and wreak havoc) but it's not negotiable. So the first night? DF makes popcorn at 7:15, has a bowl of cheerios at 8:00, then has a popsicle at 9:00 and a few cheetos a little later. Nice - (I can't use the name here I called him under my breath but isn't it amazing, utterly AMAZING that when your body is void of food your mouth takes on a life of it's own and utters language that would make a sailor pale) even more amazing is that you can speak DIRECTLY to a man and he will say WHAT? And you end up in a mindless, repititious game of say it twice or else but call him a nasty name under your breath, with your back turned and he hears you as if he had the auditory clarity of a jackrabbit. So this lifestyle "thing" also includes 30 minutes of exercise a night. Grrrreat. Now on top of everything else I have given myself the equivalent of Indian rug burns on my butt from riding a stationary bicycle. I didn't have ENOUGH problems - now I can't sit at work without slinging my hip this way or that way and taking a pillow to work is not an option. Then I have to hear DF complain as I empty the entire house of ANY and all foods that are OFF the list, place them in boxes and bags and rid our house of evil food forever. What if I am wrong? What if this doesn't work? Why does HE have to participate? In a fit of anger I drug out MY full length mirror and placed it in the kitchen. Then he whined about the Splenda - it doesn't TASTE like sugar. Nope it doesn't. But you just keep loading those healthy cheerios with heaping spoonfulls of whatever you want fatman - but don't come crying to me when you can't get your pants buttoned. So for the last 2 weeks - after believing that I had a stressed induced heart attack - and got serious about getting a doctor to work with me to find out why I feel so lousy - I got him on board with me. And he's been doing it. We have been doing it. I have lost 1 lb in 2 weeks. I had my little victory dance (yippee) 1 lb. 1lb. 1 lb. 2 weeks.....1 lb. happy me. And so he goes to the doctor and ya know what......he calls me today - after being on this same exact thing for ONE week....... SEVEN LBs. SEVEN.......HE LOST SEVEN LBS. 7 you watch - he's going to get all thin, and fit......and I'm still going to be sick, and fat and HUNGRY. ARGH.