Good Morning Ladies!
What kind of whiney post was that yesterday?

Yes, I feel better today, just a little blue. Would probably be 100%, but I didn't get the break I wanted yesterday since DH came home from work early with a migraine and so he wasn't up for taking over the house and letting me do what I wanted. I'm going to blame this on hormones. I suspect I should go see my Dr. At least get his opinion. Isn't 42 too young for this crud, though?

I don't feel that old darn it!
On the kids front...we've actually talked about that several times, the first before we were even engaged. He told me he wanted three kids. After a couple days of agonizing over it, I told him he should go look for a younger woman. I was already 36 and had one child from a failed marriage that I rushed into...into the marriage and into the child. I told him that if things worked out between us I might someday have one more child, that was it. He said that was no big deal. He wanted three kids like he wanted a million dollars, he could live with it or without it and be just as happy. So then we got married and I insisted we be married at least a year before we think about kids....back to the not rushing thing. He understood completely. Then I had some health problems, but still, when we were house hunting, we bought one with four bedrooms, intending to have a nursery and an office. Then I had more health problems. Then there was a significant chance I shouldn't have any more kids. DH assured me he'd rather have me than any other woman, kids or not. Finally, after I turned 40, I was told by my Dr. to make up my mind fast, because I'd need a cardiologist to moniter my BP and a high-risk OB, but that he'd refer me for consultation with both if I wanted to see if it was a good idea or not for me to get pregnant. After I thought about it for a while, I talked to DH and told him the fact was, I really didn't want to have another at that point. I didn't even want to see the doctors. DS was nearly done with daycare. He didn't get us up at night or have to be watched every second. We could go places and leave him unsupervised at times. I'd be pushing 60 when a new child graduated from high school! And perhaps mostly, I remembered how hard it was the first time, being bone-tired and stressed. Of course, I'd been in a horrible marriage or divorced when DS was little, so I probably remember it worse than it would be again, but I like my life the way it is now. I told him however, that I would see the Dr's if he wanted me to. I left it up to him. Again, DH was wonderful. Said it's okay, he loves me and he understands and he agreed it's nice the way it is.
He is truely the most wonderful man.
So you see, it's not DH, it's me. Suddenly I'm wishing I hadn't put my foot down two years ago. Although, having written all the con's out I'm feeling better about that. I guess deep down I feel a little guilty that I didn't give DH a "child of his own". (But then again, I gave him a perfectly good 5-yr-old, low mileage, already housebroken!

) I have the guilts...not like me at all, I'm usually a pretty pragmatic person. And while my biological clock seems to be screaming at me, I'm 42 years old! I may wish I had a baby in my arms right this minute, but you have to think long-term with kids. I truely
don't want to be 60 - heck 61 - before my child is legally an adult. So I really just need to get over this already!
And now that I've poured my heart out to the world on the internet...(and I apologize for rambling on and on)...I'm going to get to the topic this board is supposed to be for. Thanks for listening - believe it or not, this has helped me by getting it all out and kindof rethinking it in black and white.
On the weight front, which is what I
should be talking about here, I certianly can't say I'm
happy at 260, but I think the slow-down in loss, coupled with all the other things, has really combined to make me - I don't know, apathetic yet frustrated?

Maybe I need a break like you said, Thin.
A friend here at the office is getting ready go on a cruise to the bahamas, She weighs 240 and told me yesterday that she has to lose at least 15 lbs, because she wants to go horseback riding and they have a 225 lb weight limit! For a HORSE! Now, I'm all for preventing animal cruelty, but I think a horse can handle more than 225 lbs! Anyway, she asked me if I thought she looked 240 and I said "no", but I got to thinking and she told me she wears about a 20 or 22, which is my size...and I'm only 20 lbs more and a bit taller. Nice to get a visual estimation of how big my butt really is! She's 10 years younger, firmer and has a larger "top", but still makes me feel pretty good to see someone I know to be about my size. This is the first time I've realized how much I've lost. The clothes that fall off just don't have the same effect as looking at someone else.
So, I've decided I'm
not going away. I
do want to lose more. I want to weigh less than my husband darn it all and he weighs 40 lbs less than me! But I think I'll take a week or two and "maintain" then get back to it. Maybe get out of my funk! And you ladies sticking with it will keep me motiviated to not overeat and start gaining.
Two days, two really long, rambling posts.

Thanks again Thin. Keep up the good work Ruth! And everyone else too, have a happy, healthy day!
