the only time I ever lost two sizes was the day I gave birth to twins!

Today for lunch: V8. Hummus on Wasa bread.

Tonight for dinner: Went out for Italian.

What was it Scarlett O'Hara said?....... "Tomorrow is another day."

You know, perhaps I should be inspired by Scarlett's words and write a diet book using them in the title.

I can just see it on the bestseller list. By Boomer. I will have a lovely airbrushed photo on the back cover. I will come to Barnes and Noble to autograph copies. I will be wearing Spanx under my designer suit bought with my instant wealth as my book flies off the shelves. I will be on Oprah. I know Oprah will just love my diet. Why yes! I can do this.......

Boomer

Reserve your copies now, girls. And you can say you knew me when.......

So I come home a little while ago, from yelling and screaming at all the karaoke singers at Red Sauce, and swooning over my new love Patrick, (eat your heart out Ronnie), and lo and behold, I open up this thread on Girl Talk and am amazed at how hysterical you ladies are. See we're back to being the fun forum we used to be. It didn't take much, just a little feminine fortitude and ingenuity, and of course Boomer Humor!!! You ladies are the best.

And,,,, by the way, the spanx was very cool tonight and believe me, it was hot, hot, hot!!! Especially dancing in this humidity.

Boomer, sign me up for one copy.
Chels, you really are hysterical, LMAO!! :1rotfl:
Another Linder, let's keep the good stuff going and forget the political crap.... :cus:
Nonie and Julie, I promise to send you the PM's now that I'm home from acting crazy at Red Sauce. :MOJE_whot:
Sigh!! Kathie's in heaven........ ;)

spanx
 

I bought the one that comes all the way to the bottom of your bra..said it would smooth out the rolls under knit type materials. well, it did the job but I had a hard time breathing and didn't realize why until I took the dam thing off at the end of the night...a wasted $29.95 garment..but had to laugh at my stupidity for not realizing that spanx was the problem..:

My diet is simple. If it tastes good, spit it out!

Ahhhhh this is wonderful! 'Girl Talk" is alive and going strong!!
You go girls!!! :pepper2:

I have missed alot of excitement here I see, spanx, diets, politics. Most of all I miss all of you great gals and our girl talk. I have been so busy packing, lawyers, realtors, inspectors, bank appraisers etc. that I have lost touch lol. :1rotfl:

Glad to see all is well with my gal pals!! :girlneener:

Thank you
 

Thanks Kathie for bringing back the fun. :eclipsee_gold_cup:

I think it is contagious, last time I looked politial posts down to about 5%.

Naw. Those political posts are still there. We are just ignoring them.

No use being worried and stressed when you have a choice.

GG, apparently when the heritible genes in my family were passed to me they didn't include the "spit out" gene. No, my family eating gene is the "eat EVERYTHING and swallow" gene, thereby contributing to the "packing on the pounds" gene.

Hey Halle, where's that cake you were talking about? :icon_hungry:

Julie,

Heck if I know, I have been waiting for the FEDEX delivery still a no show. :sad:

Maybe Handie stole my cake? :cus:

Hi Julie,

I sure hope that your family does not also have that gene that falls in beween the spit-it-out gene and the "eat everything and swallow" gene, the seefood gene.

This gene becomes obvious when there is an unsuspecting dining companion at the table. If a family member has this gene, the family member will ask, "Do you like seefood?"

And you know the rest I bet. Either because the gene is in your family or because you have been taken in by that seemingly innocent question by hearing it as, "Do you like seafood?"

You probably know by now that you must never answer "Yes" if asked this question. Because that is the point where the one with that gene hollers, "SEE FOOD!" and opens wide his mouth, full of chewed food. And then laughs maniacally.

Fortunately this gene most often shows itself in childhood and then it is outgrown.....sometimes.

Boomer

Here is what I think about diets.

If you're a cocker spaniel, you're never gonna look like a greyhound no matter how hard you try.

Oprah is one of the wealthiest women in the world. We have seen her weight struggles over the years. I think at one time she fasted and got into size three jeans. The last I heard she is over 200 lbs again. Oprah has access to the best cooks, the best personal trainers, unlimited money for diet spas, etc. And yet she struggles, and struggles.

Now I personally think Oprah is a fantastic woman, and beautiful as well. I admire her greatly! I think she is a wonderful caring person as well as a successful billionaire. And I bet when she takes a shower and looks in the mirror she hates her body.

We women are so hard on ourselves. We are such complex and complicated people and I actually feel sorry for the men in our lives that struggle to understand us.

We all love each other for our personalities, not for our looks. Why in hell can't we be happy with that? :shrug:

Bare -

Thanks for making it real... Any my apologies for digressing into politics on this thread.

Nonie - one of my friends heard the infomercial for the body shaper. Like many of you gals (and unlike me) she is well endowed. I told her that all the "back rolls" that she was trying to do away with had to go somewhere. If a pair of hip hugger jeans gives a woman who is not a stick a muffin top - this thing must have her boobs backwards and over her head...

Remember the song...

Do your boobs hang low,
Do they wobble to and fro,
Can you tie them in a knot,
Can you time them in a bow?

Can you throw them over your shoulder,
Like a continental soldier?

Do yo BOOBS HANGGGGGGG LOOOWOWOWOWWWW?

That's one of them songs you can't get out of your head. LOL I'll be singing it all day long now! :clap2: Love it!

Awwwwwwwww Kate,
I'll be singing that song all night.
(the boys sing it a little differently)

And Bare, thanks for your insightful post.
I am the cocker spaniel in the story.

Actually, I think I am more of a golden retriever - smily but a food vacuum - eats everything in sight...

Well, I am sitting here having another glass of, you guessed it, V8. But I also know that this weekend I will be having stuff that I like better. In fact, I plan on it.

Kathie, you did a good thing. This thread is fun. And now, I do not know if it is my ignoring it or my attitude or my imagination, or if political stuff in the lineup really has calmed down. But I think it might be better. (--nuff bout that from me)

Kate, I do not know the tune to the song you are singing. If it is a famous tune, and you tell me what it is, I can get it stuck in my head, too.

And Barefoot, you are right. I know. I will never be what the charts say that I should be. And I do not want to be.

At this point, I do not want to lose a whole bunch of weight because I know that my face would then sag and sag and drop. Sometimes when somebody finds out how old I am, they stare a little (and sometimes even a lot) closer and then say something like, "Wow! You sure do not have very many wrinkles for your age."

Now, tell me please, whatthehell is that supposed to mean? "for your age" Geez. Isn't saying that something like saying to somebody, "Hey, you sure do not sweat much for a fat girl." Why in the world, do some people stare at you really close when you tell them your age? Like with a magnifying glass. And then say stuff like that?

When I hear that, I just smile and pat myself on my own face and say, "Yeah, I like to keep it plumped up so wrinkles do not show so much."........But you know.....there is something to that I think maybe.

Boomer

Well, this is just great. I just looked back at that post I just wrote about how people inspect you sometimes for wrinkles and then make age comments.

You know we all like it when somebody says that we do not look our age. I do. Even though I know that it is probably just because they are trying to be nice.

But then I beat myself up a little for caring about whether I look younger or not.

And here I sit, over analyzing what I just wrote. And swilling down V8. And sounding goofy as all get out. Self-analysis. Geez.

I have just spent my life savings on a moisturizer from Elizabeth Arden. It was at one of those "free" makeover deals. You all know the drill. Well, I did that last April. That is when I bought this stuff. And :cus: I think it might work better than the old stuff I have been buying for years at the grocery store. Geez. Surely. Surely. I know better. Don't I?

And the packaging on this moisturizer, that needs to be hauled around in a Brink's truck, is a nightmare, designed by some kind of fiend. It is a jar where you cannot see how much is left. You push on the sealed top and the stuff is dispensed, but you cannot tell how much is left in the jar without breaking that seal. And that is forbidden because..............

Supposedly this moisturizer is being protected by that seal, from air or light or Martians or whatever. (I need to find out from Kathie if that is a crock. I think she did package engineering.) So anyway, there is something just nuts about even thinking about when something is going to run out when I am not even sure that it works. but am pretending that it does. And it cost too much anyway. I was caught up in the moment. That usually does not happen to me. But it did that day. And now....could it be working???? Or if it is, what do I think that is worth?????

Oh well, enough stream of consciousness from me for a while. I better get back to working on getting stuff ready for weekend company. But speaking of makeup counters, sometime I will tell you about the Merle Norman experience in TV. (It was good.)

Boomer

Kate, I remember that song very, very well. We used to sing it enthusiastically at Girl Guide Camp. When we were 11. Before we had boobs.

And of course we had no idea what that song meant ... that we would get boobs, and that our boobs would betray us and migrate south, ending up getting caught in our belt loops and under our arms if we sleep on our backs.

On a more positive note, Boomer is overdosing on V8 juice and probably has lost three dress sizes by now. Don't tell Nonie or she'll order a truck load of V8 juice. :girlneener:

Lol lol lol
 

You girls are killing me I am laughing so hard :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:.

Jeanne :mademyday:

Boomer
 

You are without a doubt one of the funniest, most put-together people I have ever known (even if I don't really know you)! What a great spin you put on everything!! I love it! Keep it up....hope to meet you in person at some point. Thanks for putting things in such a great perspective. I can always count on you to brighten up the day even through the rain.

As to the wrinkles, my husband told me "there are no wrinkles in a beachball".

He didn't eat for a while after that one.

Boomer, perhaps if you drink enough V8 it will have a magic effect on your skin and instead of spending all your money on expensive EA moisturizers you can buy cases and cases of V8. Take before and after pictures for the book you will write about the V8 All-In-One Skin Rejuvenator/Diet. Of course, another issue that could arise is when you wake up someday, look in the mirror and discover your entire body is as red as all that V8 tonic you've been downing as of late.

Kathie, as I said before, thanx for the 411 on the spanx. I'm in.

Bare, I don't care what Kathie says, not everyone had boobs at age 11. I for one, cried and begged my mom for a bra when I was 12 even though I was flat as a board. You know what her solution was? She gave me a hand-me-down trainer bra that was s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out, faded and had elastic dangling from several key areas. I cried some more. Fast forward to the summer when I turned 17 when I suddenly BLOOMED from an A to a D!!!:eek: I swear if that happened nowadays the kids at school would be whispering about my store boughts Well they probably whispered anyway. It was such a big change during such a short period of time.

So there you have it, not all of us are born with beautiful pink gingham bras...

Boing!
 

Alas, yes my boobs moved south before I did. :shocked:

Boomer, do I actually have to drink the V8, or just hit myself in the head with it until I'm unconconscious and forget to eat???? :shrug:

Boinggggggg!!! I shoulda had a V8! :faint:

Hey Chelsea,

You must have seen one of the galley copies of my new diet book, The Fiddle-Dee-Dee Diet: "Tomorrow Is Another Day." I was inspired to write it by the words of Scarlett O'Hara after she went way, way beyond that 18 inch waist of hers.

Scarlett started wolfing down a lot of cornbread, slathered in freshly churned butter, and fried chicken, and apple dumplings with rum sauce, as she became more and more aware of the fact that Rhett was never coming back. Whatinthehell was she thinkin' anyway? Geez. She let that one get away???? (And everybody wondered why Margaret Mitchell wrote only one book.)

Ohhhhh, just think if Margaret Mitchell had written a sequel to GWTW.........Just think what kind of image of Scarlett would be engraved forever in our collective brain. Scarlett stuffing herself because she knows how bad she had messed up, until Rhett just finally said that famous line and walked out of her life.

And then....... Scarlett does Spanx!

Anyway, hitting yourself in the head with the big plastic bottle with the green cap is covered in Chapter 4. Doing so does work and becomes necessary to do on about Day 4 of the plan.

Boomer

Hahaha!
 

:1rotfl: ....And poor Scarlett would waddle around because her hoop skirt was stuck on her hips! And as she lifted her fist to the sky and shouted "As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again..." the South knew she wasn't kidding!

And Prissy, who didn't know nothin' about birthin' no babies, yelled "Can I get an amen to that sistah!"

Hahaha! Boomer! I think 'Scarlett Does Spanx' is terrific! Please let us read the galley's! :a20:

I can hear her now... "Fiddle Dee...................FRITOS! LET ME AT'EM!

And Chelsea, do you think there is a woman anywhere in this "Girl Talk" thread or anywhere else all across this land who can figure out whatinthehell Scarlett ever saw in that -- oh such a good boy -- gotta shake the sheets to find him -- Ashley Wilkes!

That has been bothering me since I read the book in junior high school. Does anybody around here know the answer????

Ohhhhh, I gotta go get some sleep. It is past my bedtime and I should not be typing.

Boomer

Julie, we are soul sisters. My mother also gave me a hand-me-down trainer bra, a cast off from my big sister. The bra was so big I had to tie the straps together in the back to make it fit.

Perhaps I can blame my eating disorder on the trauma I encountered with my used trainer bra. Or perhaps I should admit that I don't have an ounce of will power.

I'm definitely stocking up on V8 juice tomorrow. Kathie, if you have $4,000 to spend on a diet, please send it to me. I'll fly down to TV and body check you anytime you want to eat something fattening.

Why did Scarlett love Ashley Wilkes?
 

I figure it's because she knew every woman needs at least one gay male friend. :girlneener:

Oh How I hate to admit this , but you girls have brought back a very funny memory .(We are still in "girl talk arent we?)

My mother simply would not buy me a training bra, she said I didnt need one yet and that was that so.......

I went down stairs to my aunt Rosies house who lived on the first floor, went sneaking thru her drawers (the dresser kind) when she wasant looking, and found an old brassiere of hers and ran with it as fast as I could! I think that bra must have been a size 48 D cause I safety pinned it in a million places to make it fit and stuffed the cups with bobby socks. But the worst was yet to come, I put on a chiffon type see thru blouse and paraded around the neighborhood proudly. OMG Im turning red just thinking about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you imagine what the neighbors must have thought?????? What on earth possesed me?????:22yikes:

Nonie, you tickled my memory bank.
When I was about 11 my best friend Emily inherited her older cousin's strapless bra. She wore it one day as we walked 5th Avenue in our Brooklyn neighborhood.
When we got home Em's mother looked at her and said "didn't you wear a bra when you left the house today?" Yup you guessed it, she lost her bra somewhere between 6th Street & 15th Street that fine summer day.
Still makes me laugh.

Mickey,
Good one.

:jester:

Huh???
 

Keedy, did you lose your way??? Politics is on the extreme right! :1rotfl:

This is Girl Talk! Would you like to share any training bra stories with us???

I love it!
 

Oh Nonie, I love that story! It's soooooo Nonie!!! Hahaha! Big kiss to you sweetie! :laugh:

I thought they would NEVER grow. I was fifteen and stuffing tissues in them and then I would lose them in all the wrong places.....OH boy. I thought it was just 'cause I was a motherless kid. I have done so many dumb things along that line, I can't even begin to think about it. I am blushing sitting here.

Do any of you remember garters? And sanitary belts? Horrors.

bra mishaps
 

This is not about me exactly, but I remember a girl in my 8th grade class who put foam rubber pads in her bathing suit for a boy-girl pool party and guess what? she jumped in the pool and the foam thingies popped out and floated up. You can imagine the teasing.