Hey, those shoes sound great! Definately let me know if they help! I googled them...very interesting!
Poepad,
I've never heard of it. I googled it and the results all came up with another language...so I wasn't able to read about it. I did find something called Lap Band that talked about surgery and putting a band on the stomach...was that what you were talking about?
Marc_d,
Thank you for your kind words, I'll pop over to your thread in a minute!
Soo...this weekend, Husband and I had a great time. I treated him to his Birthday Dinner on Sunday. My parents joined us and gave him a book by Robert Jordan..he was happy! Then I treated him to a movie...Butterfly Effect.
Man that was really intense...and very disturbing.
Afterwards, Husband and I went and spent time in Barnes and Nobles. I spent a happy 45 minutes looking at different journals, and finally deciding on one.
When we got back home, I went to gather all the stuff I'd need for my journal and I found in amongst my supplies an old journal entry.
It was dated from 8/02. I read through it and was surprised. I think I had been writing it from a 'Care and Feeding of PIB' perspective. I had a lot of things that work for me in there...such as flylady, going to bed the same time every night...EXERCISE etc.
And then...the thing I want to share with y'all, I found at the very end of the journal entry was this memory:
When I was in preschool, I used to play with a group of guys. One of the games we'd play, was that we were characters from Star-Wars. As I was the only girl in our group, I was always 'Princess Leah'.
Well, 'Darth Vader' captured me and put me to sleep. So, I'd go over to the picnic bench and put my head down on my arms and wait for 'Luke' to come rescue me.
After 'Luke' rescued me, I would get up, run around and then go back to put my head down so that 'Luke' would know I had been captured and needed to be rescued again. I imagine this was the only time I ever voluntarily put my head down on the table and stayed quiet.
After several times of this, 'Luke' told me that I had to stop getting captured...that he didn't want to rescue me anymore. The game was no longer fun.
My journal entry goes on to say that I realized I had been doing the same thing with my husband.
And that his walking away from our marriage was him saying he didn't want to rescue me anymore.
Reading that again, hurt my heart.
But, it was a great reminder of all the things I do right as well as reminding me about something I need to make sure I don't slip back into doing.
Just wanted to share with y'all!
Oh, and so, last night, I tore those pages out, stapled them together and filed them away in my 'important' file. After I added a journal entry dated Feb 22, 2004:
After making all these changes and more, PIB won her husband's heart again. And won herself back.
I imagine this was the only time I ever voluntarily put my head down on the table and stayed quiet. 
The game was no longer fun.
