My boss (a fabulous, supportive, amazing woman - if you haven't picked up on that in my posts on other areas of this site) and I were talking today about changes in my life pre- and post-LAP-BAND®.

It's been two years this month that my Daddy died of complications from years of untreated type II diabetes. This is not to say we didn't know he had it.... he just did the minimum to take care of it for the twenty years or so he was diagnosed. It took its toll and, at the very young age...

What a couple of weeks it has been. My house was broken into, I have/had three presentations at school, and work has been a whirlwind.... and yet I was able to stay on track. Quite the accomplishment if I do say so myself. And, in all seriousness, I owe it to my weight loss journey and the tools I use to manage it.

Stress, chaos, and crowded calendars can make it easy to get off track. You tell yourself, "just this once; a small bite; I'll make up for it next time; I don't have...

Screw you.

Who the hell do you think you are, and what f--king right do you have to enter my home uninvited? What in the world did I ever do to you?

Nothing.

I know this because we are one of four houses you have burglarized in two weeks. Random. No connection other than geography.

F--k you.

You didn't know me from Eve when you decided to kick in my door (leaving fabulous foot and finger prints for the CSI, thanks for that) and...

This weekend I am flying to Washington, DC, to spend a long weekend with a man with whom I have had a long distance semi-romance for over 2 and a half years. It's been just over 2 years since we have seen each other face to face, but to hear us talk you would think we hung out every weekend.

He knows everything I have done, gone through, and my progress. I haven't sent photos of me because I want him to be pleasantly surprised, and he has been fine with that.

So why the...

I am from San Francisco, I have lived in Los Angeles, and I now reside in Las Vegas; I am a people watcher. My favorites, by the way, are the people who come to Vegas wearing the worst shirts imaginable. I call them the "I can't wait to get to Vegas to wear this shirt" shirts. Scary, but entertaining.

I digress.

But this is something more, something slightly more disturbing. I watch what you eat and drink, calculating the calories in my head. If you are overweight,...