Hi ho everyone,
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Originally Posted by SusanB
There should be no excuse for fluctuating 10 or 15 lbs. Look what I'd be doing to my delicate phsyche
Oh Susan, I dunno 'bout that. Even though you ended with a

, I've got to say that I've discovered buckets of excuses for fluctuating 10 or 15 pounds. But of all of them, my fave is, "Up. Down. Up. Down. That's what maintenance is all about."
And for what it's worth, I think you should keep tucking that T-shirt in. I read somewhere (maybe "Why French Women Don't Get Fat" ... and maybe not) that French women *always* tuck shirts in so that they have a defined waist, even if that waist is far from waspish. We went to Paris last May, and I looked. Sure enough, I saw lots of waists of all shapes and sizes, and I liked what I saw. I've subscribed to the tuck-it-in theory for several years, and I find that when I'm tucked, I walk taller. I feel more finished. And I, too, have a tummy.
I also agree with Rabbit (Hi Rabbit

Saw your note in the other thread. I couldn't be better! Thanks for asking.) who cautions you against the dangers of stress. It does SUCH a number on one's head.
The problem with stress, as I see it, is that it becomes all encompassing. I kept trying to find any way out of it; any port in the storm; any respite, no matter how brief. Of course, I felt too pressured to do anything useful, like take a walk, grab a nap or get away for a bit. So, instead, I was diving into whatever comfort I could find: sweets, wine, french fries. Basically, anything that registered as a treat.
Result: Still stressed, but with greasy fingers and heartburn.
I have a suggestion. The next time that you're mentally under siege, and you don't have a moment to spare, do two things: get a class of water, and find a place to be by yourself for 30 seconds. Yes, I mean that literally ... 30 seconds. Drinking a glass of cold water, and getting away from the noise for 30 seconds (which you can use to take a handful of deep breaths) gives you a timeout. That in turn, allows you a nanosecond to step back, regroup and go on.
If it sounds like I'm preoccupied with stress-busting, that's because I am. Before I saw the light, I was spending my days in spasms of back pain, indigestion, grief and guilt. And I couldn't wear many of my clothes. Let me tell you chickies, it was not a pretty sight.

So, if I can spare anyone any of that, I'll do it.
A couple of days ago, Gina wrote, " ... Working on reintroducing structure into my routine. Funny thing is I keep needing to reintroduce the same things... Maybe they will stick one of this time." Don't feel like the lone ranger Gina. Sometimes I feel like I reinvent myself damm near every day; on the real lulu days, I think reinvent myself on an hourly basis.

Such is life.
And on that note, it's bedtime.