wow, Lekhika, props to you because i can't run at 7%... at least not for more than about 3 seconds! i'm sure you would be much faster at a lower incline, at least i know inclines kill me like nothing else if i am running or jogging!

i wanted to relpy to more but my brain is feeling a little dead at the moment... i pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve or something quite painful in my neck/back yesterday morning and i think the painkillers are making things a little foggy. going into work tonight should be interesting because i can't lift anything (i work at a nursing home). but i am NOT calling off, because last time i called off on a weekend (because i was laying on my bathroom floor puking, mind) i got heck for it.

hmm... i'll try to catch up later i think. happy easter to those who celebrate it!

My Dad is always pushing food on me. He'll offer me something, I'll say no, then one minute later he'll offer me the same thing again or something different. There are several different factors at play here--1) he's been diagnosed with a B12 deficiency, so in some cases he just doesn't remember that he just offered me food and I said no, 2) he spent most of our childhood trying to ignore us, so sometimes when he asks a question of me, I think he just "forgets" to listen to my response, and 3) he's half deaf but won't admit it, so sometimes he doesn't hear my response but pretends that he does and 4) he's trying to show me he loves me by offering food. I'm sure that he's not trying to sabotage me (he's really very impressed with the changes I've made in my life), I think it's just that we have a difficult relationship and he just can't think of anything else to say to me.

Unfortunately, Dagmar, having the conversation you had with mom just isn't possible with my Dad. Between the memory, the listening, and the deafness issues, it's virtually impossible to have a conversation with him about anything. So usually what happens is I put up with him until I'm really annoyed, then I explode with something like "Dad, I used to live here. I know where all the food is and I'll help myself if I want anything! Stop offering me food!" That works for a little while. He's usually amused by it.

Luckily, he lives 2,000 miles away from me, so I only see him once or twice a year.

This is a religious holiday but in our house it just means chocolate and a big pig-out meal at my DH's sister's on Sunday.

I didn't bring my DH any chocolate this year. He got an expensive six-pack of beer instead .

So he brought me an elaborate premium chocolate thing with a bunny and eggs. We split the eggs - I quietly threw two of my four away this morning. I know he will eat most of the bunny this evening, and our house will be chocolate free again .

Sigh. He doesn't get it yet. But I do and that's what counts right now.

Dagmar (bunny working out)