If I haven't posted much, It's because  there not much to tell, really. My diet is what I call on "auto pilot": I know what to do, I'm used to it so it just goes along. If I go off my plan I don't feel well so it's not worth it. So far I've lost 45  lbs. It's slowed down but still going. It's also coming off in the weirdest places - my feet and fingers are narrower!
The biggest change is how I've learned to handle stress. I mean the crushing stuff that used to make want to go "face down in a cheesecake" I never did this by the way. I just wanted to, and would sit around feeling miserable. I knew I didn't want to eat, knew it wouldn't make me feel any better - but what on earth would?
The answer: Bicycling until I'm nearly ready to collapse, and lots of British Rock. Hub's getting used to me coming home 2 hours late at night  it beats  me crying and bieng stressed out ( job stuff - blame the economy) .