ILL WINDS AND SILVER LININGS. . . .

[Guest guest]

Sounds sappy, yanno, to go around looking for the good side of nearly starving

to death, eh? But there are two that I really can't ignore, lol!

First, I'm old. But I'm still a gurl. So the sagginess of aging hasn't made me

all that happy. However: the weight loss, so massive, was even worse: It was

truly sobering to look down into my bra and find my breasts laying at the bottom

of the cups like dead animals. . . . To not be able to sit, because my sit-upon

was *gone*. . . . Well, I'm gaining weight. A bit more than I'd like, so I'm

back to low carbing (which was NOT an issue while I was starving), which

actually isn't working too well -- the bounce back after starvation mode is

HUGE. BUT, But, but. . . . You know: I kinda *like* this new fat. It's, erm,

actually fluffy. The old fat I lost was compressed and flat. This new stuff

feels, well, NEW. I have, once again, the cleavage I had in my twenties and

thirties. Pre-middle age sag. Thighs look terrific. The kind of terrific I

gave up believing I'd ever have again. Don't believe I could actually recommend

this as a rejuvenation process, but I'm not hating the outcome at all.

The second is the hair loss. Don't know a single woman on the planet that'd be

delighted to lose more than half of their hair. And I wasn't either. It was

nearly as, or more, traumatic psychologically than becoming scrawny. Well, it

stopped falling out a month after surgery. It's not growing back near fast

enough to suit me, and it's likely to be more than five years before it gets as

long as it was before. But you know? The new stuff is downright *pretty* --

has more of a curl than what I lost, and it sort of glows. I'm learning how to

manage it to best advantage, and I'm really not at all unhappy with how it looks

now.

For about a month now, I've been getting a *lot* of compliments on how terrific

I look. Ya. I know: part of it's a commentary on how gawdawful I looked last

summer, fall and winter. . . . But I'm not stupid, and I have eyes: I DO look

much much better than I have in years. Maybe even decades.

So thank you Universe for the unexpected blessings.

in the wonderful wilds of West Virginia!

[Guest guest]

It's good to hear some happy news. I love your spirit and attitude, ! I was

just complaining to my husband a couple of days ago that my rear end is sagging.

Not surprising considering the fact that I have lost 50lbs in less than a year.

I certainly don't want to gain all 50 back, but a few would be nice.

Enjoy the " new you " and thank you for sharing your journey!

Take care,

>

> Sounds sappy, yanno, to go around looking for the good side of nearly starving

to death, eh? But there are two that I really can't ignore, lol!

>

> First, I'm old. But I'm still a gurl. So the sagginess of aging hasn't made

me all that happy. However: the weight loss, so massive, was even worse: It was

truly sobering to look down into my bra and find my breasts laying at the bottom

of the cups like dead animals. . . . To not be able to sit, because my sit-upon

was *gone*. . . . Well, I'm gaining weight. A bit more than I'd like, so I'm

back to low carbing (which was NOT an issue while I was starving), which

actually isn't working too well -- the bounce back after starvation mode is

HUGE. BUT, But, but. . . . You know: I kinda *like* this new fat. It's, erm,

actually fluffy. The old fat I lost was compressed and flat. This new stuff

feels, well, NEW. I have, once again, the cleavage I had in my twenties and

thirties. Pre-middle age sag. Thighs look terrific. The kind of terrific I

gave up believing I'd ever have again. Don't believe I could actually recommend

this as a rejuvenation process, but I'm not hating the outcome at all.

>

> The second is the hair loss. Don't know a single woman on the planet that'd

be delighted to lose more than half of their hair. And I wasn't either. It was

nearly as, or more, traumatic psychologically than becoming scrawny. Well, it

stopped falling out a month after surgery. It's not growing back near fast

enough to suit me, and it's likely to be more than five years before it gets as

long as it was before. But you know? The new stuff is downright *pretty* --

has more of a curl than what I lost, and it sort of glows. I'm learning how to

manage it to best advantage, and I'm really not at all unhappy with how it looks

now.

>

> For about a month now, I've been getting a *lot* of compliments on how

terrific I look. Ya. I know: part of it's a commentary on how gawdawful I

looked last summer, fall and winter. . . . But I'm not stupid, and I have eyes:

I DO look much much better than I have in years. Maybe even decades.

>

> So thank you Universe for the unexpected blessings.

>

> in the wonderful wilds of West Virginia!

>

[Guest guest]

The compliments are nice aren't they? I have had to get new bras to try and

help the poor shrunken animals. LOL

I am down 60 lb since November, but I can definitely use it. It is odd

seeing people that I haven't seen in a while do a double take. hehehe It is

true we need to find the silver lining eh?

Jenn in Canada

On Thu, May 3, 2012 at 2:32 PM, erin_lievens <erinl@...> wrote:

> **

>

>

>

>

> It's good to hear some happy news. I love your spirit and attitude, !

> I was just complaining to my husband a couple of days ago that my rear end

> is sagging. Not surprising considering the fact that I have lost 50lbs in

> less than a year. I certainly don't want to gain all 50 back, but a few

> would be nice.

> Enjoy the " new you " and thank you for sharing your journey!

> Take care,

>

>

>

>

> >

> > Sounds sappy, yanno, to go around looking for the good side of nearly

> starving to death, eh? But there are two that I really can't ignore, lol!

> >

> > First, I'm old. But I'm still a gurl. So the sagginess of aging hasn't

> made me all that happy. However: the weight loss, so massive, was even

> worse: It was truly sobering to look down into my bra and find my breasts

> laying at the bottom of the cups like dead animals. . . . To not be able to

> sit, because my sit-upon was *gone*. . . . Well, I'm gaining weight. A bit

> more than I'd like, so I'm back to low carbing (which was NOT an issue

> while I was starving), which actually isn't working too well -- the bounce

> back after starvation mode is HUGE. BUT, But, but. . . . You know: I kinda

> *like* this new fat. It's, erm, actually fluffy. The old fat I lost was

> compressed and flat. This new stuff feels, well, NEW. I have, once again,

> the cleavage I had in my twenties and thirties. Pre-middle age sag. Thighs

> look terrific. The kind of terrific I gave up believing I'd ever have

> again. Don't believe I could actually recommend this as a rejuvenation

> process, but I'm not hating the outcome at all.

> >

> > The second is the hair loss. Don't know a single woman on the planet

> that'd be delighted to lose more than half of their hair. And I wasn't

> either. It was nearly as, or more, traumatic psychologically than becoming

> scrawny. Well, it stopped falling out a month after surgery. It's not

> growing back near fast enough to suit me, and it's likely to be more than

> five years before it gets as long as it was before. But you know? The new

> stuff is downright *pretty* -- has more of a curl than what I lost, and it

> sort of glows. I'm learning how to manage it to best advantage, and I'm

> really not at all unhappy with how it looks now.

> >

> > For about a month now, I've been getting a *lot* of compliments on how

> terrific I look. Ya. I know: part of it's a commentary on how gawdawful I

> looked last summer, fall and winter. . . . But I'm not stupid, and I have

> eyes: I DO look much much better than I have in years. Maybe even decades.

> >

> > So thank you Universe for the unexpected blessings.

> >

> > in the wonderful wilds of West Virginia!

> >

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

It is good that you have a sense of humor !!

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From: puddleriver13 <puddleriver13@...>

achalasia

Sent: Tuesday, May 1, 2012 2:26 PM

Subject: ILL WINDS AND SILVER LININGS. . . .

 

Sounds sappy, yanno, to go around looking for the good side of nearly starving

to death, eh? But there are two that I really can't ignore, lol!

First, I'm old. But I'm still a gurl. So the sagginess of aging hasn't made me

all that happy. However: the weight loss, so massive, was even worse: It was

truly sobering to look down into my bra and find my breasts laying at the bottom

of the cups like dead animals. . . . To not be able to sit, because my sit-upon

was *gone*. . . . Well, I'm gaining weight. A bit more than I'd like, so I'm

back to low carbing (which was NOT an issue while I was starving), which

actually isn't working too well -- the bounce back after starvation mode is

HUGE. BUT, But, but. . . . You know: I kinda *like* this new fat. It's, erm,

actually fluffy. The old fat I lost was compressed and flat. This new stuff

feels, well, NEW. I have, once again, the cleavage I had in my twenties and

thirties. Pre-middle age sag. Thighs look terrific. The kind of terrific I

gave up believing I'd ever have again. Don't believe I could actually recommend

this as a rejuvenation

process, but I'm not hating the outcome at all.

The second is the hair loss. Don't know a single woman on the planet that'd be

delighted to lose more than half of their hair. And I wasn't either. It was

nearly as, or more, traumatic psychologically than becoming scrawny. Well, it

stopped falling out a month after surgery. It's not growing back near fast

enough to suit me, and it's likely to be more than five years before it gets as

long as it was before. But you know? The new stuff is downright *pretty* --

has more of a curl than what I lost, and it sort of glows. I'm learning how to

manage it to best advantage, and I'm really not at all unhappy with how it looks

now.

For about a month now, I've been getting a *lot* of compliments on how terrific

I look. Ya. I know: part of it's a commentary on how gawdawful I looked last

summer, fall and winter. . . . But I'm not stupid, and I have eyes: I DO look

much much better than I have in years. Maybe even decades.

So thank you Universe for the unexpected blessings.

in the wonderful wilds of West Virginia!