I read the other day that people who weighed themselves every day lost more weight and kept it off, than those who don't, so I'm trying to remember to weigh myself every morning. Especially because if I keep forgetting and don't weigh myself for a week, then I get really nervous and try to avoid the scale.
Umm - being spanked and being hit are too VERY different things. So if she meant spanked, good deal - if she meant hit, then she may have been abused previously. A lot of women who like to actually be hit during sex were sexually abused when they were younger. So, obviously, not good.
My daughter is Miranda.

She's a cutie and super smart. That's a picture of her to the left (she was being a walrus by putting straws in her mouth).
I think I would like Alberta! Mostly because Jasper is there!

I moved to SLC hoping to get up to Jackson, WY and Yellowstone more often (it's six hours away), but no cigar - six hours means staying at least one night over, and it's just too expensive. But if I lived in Edmonton or Calgary, I'd only be two to three hours from Jasper (of course I could live in Jasper itself, but it's so small, jobs may be scarce).
I like my feet, because my toes go down in a nice line, rather than the second toe being longer than the big toe (I always think those toes look bad in sandals - sorry if those are the kind of toes you have) - but I still wouldn't want anyone kissing them, and I certainly don't want to kiss anyone else's toes. Egad.
Body shame is at least somewhat motivating. I want to just get down to a size where I feel good about myself, and not like I have to worry so much about what other people think. I know I
shouldn't worry about what other people think, but I still do. And get to the point where a guy could touch my stomach and I woudln't go, "No no no no no no no no...let's not ever do that again..."

Which doesn't take much, honestly. I will never ever be thin, or look good in a bathing suit, but I can get to the point where I'm comfortable in my own skin. Hell - I remember like, a year after I had my daughter not worrying about how my body looked, and it certainly didn't look great AND I was still overweight - so I guess I just need to go from that dreaded obese catagory to the less offensive "overweight" catagory.
So, I could always tell you if I've lost any pounds, and you can always tell me if your clothes are fitting a little looser!
