Good morning, everyone!
Crazy Texas weather! Thursday it was a record high here of 85, now it is 31 degrees and icy! I'm originally from Iowa, so I don't mind the cold weather, but I worry about my daughter driving on ice, as she has only had her license since October. It's becoming obvious that I probably spend way too much time worrying about my daughter - but since she had so many problems while growing up with depression (she has been on antidepressants since the age of 10 - was suicidal before going on them), now that she is 18 and doing pretty well in most respects, I still haven't gotten out of the habit of worrying all the time.

Thanks - Zelma, Lilion, Terri and Thin - for your responses to my earlier post about her regarding her boyfriend and the use of my car. I know that I'm too easy on her sometimes (see above), plus because it's just the two of us at home, I probably give her too much power -after all, we're not equals, even though she would like to think so. I'm still the mother and earn most of the money to keep this household going.
MichelleK, since I've only been reading these posts for a little while, I'm curious - what kind of dog do you have? I have three - and my lab/border collie mix is also a jumper. She only weighs about 55 pounds, so I don't mind too much, but I know it really annoys other people, especially if they come to the door and have on nice clothes. No one wants rough, dirty dog feet on their nice blouse! I have heard that kneeing the dog in the chest will cure them of the jumping up, but for some reason, I just keep saying, "No, Sadie, get off!" even though it does no good.

Let me know if the training you plan on doing works.
I'm still eating Valentine's Day candy.

I don't have a special someone, so I bought it at Target when it was half off the day after Valentine's Day for myself. But considering that I'm a sugar junkie and I need to lose so much weight, the question is whether I'm really treating myself or ultimately punishing myself.

That's why I think I need to give up the stuff altogether (sugar), but the thought still makes me depressed. Do any of you who love sweets manage to eat just a little, once in a while, successfully?