Your husband is a keeper.

That is fucked up. I am pissed-off on your behalf.

That's probably healthiest and safest for you. I'm sorry it turned out this way, though.

I'm really happy you have a good relationship with food :) How's your sister?

Your poor cousin. ACLs hurt enough as it is without that crap.

Oh, man.

Holy moly. That's monstrous. I'm so sorry.

'Vanity Project' is an excellent way to put it.

Fuuuuuuck. I'm so sorry.

Holy shit, indeed :(

We could be related. My dad sent us a rocking chair after I had my son. It arrived broken. When I told my dad, he asked, "Did it break when you sat in it? Hahahaha!"

So very, very much.

Did you get, "Oh, you really don't need that, do you?" too, if you reached for a second helping, or, God forbid, your own birthday cake? Fuck. That was the worst.

Me, too.

It was like a military manoeuvre, the job of destroying my part in the family was so well-executed. I never speak to my brother, and my sister gets an email from me once a month or so. My mother and I NEVER speak to each other after she called my then 2-year-old, "Short and stupid," and I call my dad on Christmas; his…

I review it for the small site I work for. If she wasn't on it, I think AHS and I would have broken up awhile ago.

I fully endorse this tactic.

I'm impressed she only has two servings of something she loves every day. Nice going, Blake :) Frankly, I just ate a baked potato leftover from last night, cold, sliced into discs and every piece covered in butter.

For some people it's 35, for others it's 40. My SIL was 50 before she got hit. We're all different, kitkat :)

Forty hit me like a ton of bricks.