tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post112519384777092580..comments2024-03-06T07:13:04.347-05:00Comments on Masked Mom: Have It Your WayMasked Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125407152645271302005-08-30T09:05:00.000-04:002005-08-30T09:05:00.000-04:00Hey. Just wanted you to know that I found time to ...Hey. Just wanted you to know that I found time to check out some of the latest. The comments are great!!!...as well as the topics.<BR/>Don't know when you find the time.<BR/>As far as outgrowing the weight consciousness thing...I am still "weighting";) Know that the candybars I eat daily are the cause of my belly fat doesn't make me stop using them as comfort food...because I am depressed about being fat....how crazy is that!!!!!It is all a vicious circle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125347058664338742005-08-29T16:24:00.000-04:002005-08-29T16:24:00.000-04:00Aww, Karla, you take all the fun out of it when yo...Aww, Karla, you take all the fun out of it when you put it that way.<BR/><BR/>Tawny-thanks & you're right--I think we'd all be a lot better off if we could prop ourselves up with the good memories as much or more than we hold ourselves down with the nasty ones.<BR/><BR/>And Justin, just for the fact that your comment didn't mention LARD at all even though I gave you such a wide opening, you get fries and a drink, on the house.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125321389626521742005-08-29T09:16:00.000-04:002005-08-29T09:16:00.000-04:00....so can I get fries with my order, or what?....so can I get fries with my order, or what?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125261532113286312005-08-28T16:38:00.000-04:002005-08-28T16:38:00.000-04:00Wow. Everyone is talking about body image and weig...Wow. Everyone is talking about body image and weight today for some reason. Go read Beth over at CrazyUs.com. Her discussion ties right in with this.<BR/><BR/>It is sad that something like that would stay with you, but I have to admit I'd be exactly the same way. We persecute ourselves so much for not being what we think is perfect for that time, weight-wise. I wish I could say with age I have grown out of that...but not yet. Maybe I have that to look forward to in my 40s.Crazy MomCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05383009402644406924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125252107598418412005-08-28T14:01:00.000-04:002005-08-28T14:01:00.000-04:00I have those moments in my own history. Some snid...I have those moments in my own history. Some snide little comment made by someone who has since probably forgotten the comment, and perhaps even forgotten me entirely, was burned into my brain for all of time. We are so vulnerable when we're young. Funny--I'm 35 now, and you could probably say any number of truly awful things to me and I wouldn't even flinch. Go ahead, do it. I dare you.karlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02179619912129198718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125240994922001432005-08-28T10:56:00.000-04:002005-08-28T10:56:00.000-04:00Wow, this was really powerful, spoke volumes to me...Wow, this was really powerful, spoke volumes to me. I have so many moments exactly like this and why is it when you are at your lowest of all lows you bring out this old baggage and start to compile a list of why our feelings are justified. Why can't we perform the opposite and when we are on our highest of highs think of all the wonderful fantastic things we have done and people have said about us? My thought is it is easier to believe the bad stuff because we are our own worst critic, how crappy is that?TLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00949096638920463087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125238782739127912005-08-28T10:19:00.000-04:002005-08-28T10:19:00.000-04:00I know, I know...and you know what else freaks me ...I know, I know...and you know what else freaks me out a little? My kids are making their way through the treacherous waters of high school as we speak. Between hoping they do no harm and hoping they're not harmed more than average (because none of us really gets out unscathed, do we?), I barely have the energy to get dressed in the morning.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1125199306743129012005-08-27T23:21:00.000-04:002005-08-27T23:21:00.000-04:00But don't we all have small moments like this one ...But don't we all have small moments like this one that we never ever forget?<BR/><BR/>The real question is, how many people have been wounded for life by small things -we've- said and immediately forgotten? I shudder to think...Suburban Turmoilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14788867412080827567noreply@blogger.com