I just keep creeping back up to 130 pounds. I'm still not overweight - my clothes fit the same - some of it's probably muscle because I've been lifting heavier weights - but it's still damn 130 pounds. I guess I want to lose a few pounds, really to have a little room to grow. I noticed over the weekend that I'm pretty much eating whatever I want all through the day. I have been vigorously exercising an hour a day, which is great. I've been doing the #4 program on my treadmill (up to 4 mph @ 10% incline for about 1.75 miles, 30 minutes). The #5 program is still out of my reach - it goes to 5 mph for an hour. Then I do some ab work, arms, stretches, lunges, squats, all the stuff that hurts. I read today that doing this causes women to burn 200-300 extra calories during the day. This is the only thing that has saved me. As of yesterday, I'm tracking my calories again. It's a real eye opener. As of lunch-time today, I will have had 532 calories (half an egg sandwich, Fiber One bar, half a peanut butter sandwich). That peanut butter is the heavyweight, according to sparkpeople, but it seems to make me feel so good. My family wants me to gain weight, and honestly, I can put on a few pounds and still look OK. I usually buy size 4 and have to take up the waist, and my initial fantasy was to wear size 12. I feel like all of Georgia is watching me, waiting for me to grow so they can whisper about it. Really, it hasn't been hard so far. I eat a lot and I even eat a bite or two of something sweet sometimes. This 2-year anniversary coming up has me a little spooked, because a lot of people gain some around that time. But hell, a lot of people start gaining way before that, and I'm doing OK. I am waaay too obsessed with the scale, but with my history, nobody can blame me for being a little paranoid. I see SMO women running around and it brings back so many bad memories.