I eat protein first, but basically I eat everything that I want. Pasta, rice, and white flour don't sit well and I avoid it. Sugar gives me bad gas so I monitor when I eat that. And I wear from a size 12 dress (my boobs are still big) to a size 4-6 jean.

But, the DS gave me my life back.

It gave me my LIFE back.

Sorry that I am not here.

I am having sex and dancing and laughing in comedy clubs and eating fine meals in restaurants.

I am dancing.

This is the fairy tale that should have been read to us when we were little:
  Once upon a time
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in a land far away,
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a beautiful, independent,
self-assured princess
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happened upon a frog as she sat
contemplating ecological issues
on the shores of an unpolluted pond
in a verdant meadow near her castle.
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The frog hopped into the princess' lap
and said: " Elegant Lady,
I was once a handsome prince,
until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
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One kiss from you, however,
and I will turn back
into the dapper, young prince that I am
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and then, my sweet, we can marry
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and set up housekeeping in your castle
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with my mother,
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where you can prepare my meals,
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clean my clothes, bear my children,
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and forever feel
grateful and happy doing so. "
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That night,
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as the princess dined sumptuously
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on lightly sauteed frog legs
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seasoned in a white wine
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and onion cream sauce,
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she chuckled and thought to herself:
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"I don't  think so. " 

I posted this on the board, but I don't want to lose track of it.

I have come to the realization that I am not going to lose weight as swiftly or as effortlessly as most of you. Though I haven't confirmed this yet, Dr. Ungson may have made my common channel longer. I have cancer and he originally only wanted to give me the first half of the DS until much emotional blackmail on my part. He did mention giving me a longer common channel in one email and I suspect that that's exactly what he did. Last month, my second, I only lost 2-5 pounds depending on which day I weigh myself. This month is on track for the same.

But, don't cry for me Argentina, I am not here to complain or to ask for practical advice. My carbs are already minimal (yes, I use Fitday) and my protein intake in range. I need to exercise. 

I have a gorgeous treadmill, riveting books on my iPod, and a whole library of workout videos. What I lack is motivation. My body is willing, but my mind is a hedonist. I need a carrot on a stick. And I have found him:



Yes, I need you to help me stalk Alan Rickman. 

Now, I don't mean "stalk" in that creepy, break into his house and dance around in his underwear kind of way. I don't intend to try to live quietly in his basement sniffing the hair I found on his brush.  One night of passion is my modest goal. IF he should fall madly in love with me, I'm willing to work with that, but my sights are set much lower. 

To accomplish this I need two things:

1. A body built for speed.

and here's where you come in:

2. Access to Alan Rickman himself and a means to garner his attention.

I have no idea where to even begin. I know he's active in the theater in NYC and London. Beyond the idea of standing outside a stage door and throwing myself to the ground until I attract his concerned attention or break something , I've come up with nada.

After watching this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7A_bJFZNXE

I'm considering hanging out in my pajamas at gas stations hoping he'll stop by and want to dance. I'm not ruling out any idea at this point.

Luckily, I have 90 some odd pounds still to go. We have plenty of time to map out our master plan. Thank you for any suggestions/help you can provide.

LET'S GO TEAM!