Thank you. I recently went from 155 to 130 because my blood pressure was off the charts, the stress was overwhelming, and heart disease is a thing in my family. Yeah, I got more bangable, but that was not my motivation to lose weight, at all. And when I gain a few pounds, I feel it in my energy and bp, so yes, I do…

The question I keep fielding from family is why she waited so long. But I’m old enough to remember when Bruce won the decathlon. The level of fame and accolades was unbelievable. Michael Jordan or Becks are good parallels, but it’s still not quite what Bruce got. I can’t imagine having that albatross around her neck…

Yes! I can’t stand the feeling of my thighs sweating and sticking together at night. Also, the inlaws live with us and I just can’t handle the thought of my FIL seeing any part of me naked. icky icky icky.

I'm so sorry that your mom and grandmother had such a bad experience (I assume it was bad), but it gives me a chuckle. I worked for OG as a cashier in the 90s, and I can't tell you how many pounds of Andes mints I took home over that year. Seems I dodged a major bullet.

Basic or not, "clear" doesn't mess with me the next day like "brown" does. So, I can only have my boilermakers when the next day just doesn't matter.

Ruffalo is the only Hulk worth watching (sorry Bill Bixby).

Have you seen this? Very cute:

Thank you for the extensive and thoughtful response! I will try the cranberry/d-mannose pills for sure, as I do have concerns about developing an antibiotic resistance. However, my circumstances result in only having to take the prophylactic macrobid about once a month, as I'm a cranky old broad and only put out p in…

I've been getting UTIs since I was 3; pee before AND as soon as possible after. Drink cranberry juice-that's not a wives tale. And if you become prone to them, ask your gyno about getting an antibiotic to have in hand. Mine has me take one macrobid after every evening of whoopie as a precaution.

If you were the Queen of Mars, wouldn't you be knocking boots with Taylor Kitsch?

Well, hullabaloo caneck caneck to you.