We had a great time on the cruise, got drunker than skunks, lay awake almost the whole first night just talking (still drunk). I didn't feel fat or horrible, like I did on the disastrous Riga cruise, but truly enjoyed the three days onboard.
(the photo on the previous post is actually of the ship, on the main deck where most of the shops and restaurants are)
My mother attended a seminar with my sister and her husband due to the fact that my youngest nephew has ADHD. The seminar touched on all the major diagnoses, from ADHD to Asperger. Mum called me up as soon as she got home.
"Now I understand why you are the way you are," she said excitedly and I had to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I wouldn't scream.
A seminar isn't going to change the way I was brought up, with the shaming and the abuse. She could have made certain I got help, because she knew something was wrong when I was just a kid. But I guess she just didn't care enough.
re: gastric bypass/sleeve/etc:
Of course I have thought about it, a lot, and I was sooo mad at my doc when he refused to refer me for surgery, but he was probably right, just like you Tempest: I binge and I have read horrible stories about what happens when you binge after such surgery. The binging won't go away just because I am told not to, because then it obviously wouldn't be an issue.
I lost a lot of weight in January, gained it all back in February. March, I will lose it again or else... Below is part of the reason February sucked. It is called a semla and is the Devil's food. It's served until Fat Tuesday - oh, so apt - so I will have my last one in a couple of days. Because I will have at least one more.