<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496</id><updated>2011-10-14T08:28:00.694-07:00</updated><category term='Biggest Loser'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Climbing Out ofthe Lard Pit</title><subtitle type='html'>Fabbity Fab Confessions of How I Lost It</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7227487553182918822</id><published>2011-09-25T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:08:56.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Reunions... *insert sigh here*</title><content type='html'>First of all.... thank you for giving me an outlet to procrastinate some of the work I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8i1x4lIvY/Tn_UAUk28MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rrz7vCh_mlk/s1600/reunioniwillattendmyclassreunion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8i1x4lIvY/Tn_UAUk28MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rrz7vCh_mlk/s320/reunioniwillattendmyclassreunion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm just going to spit it out. &amp;nbsp;This weekend I... I am going......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am going to my 20 year high school reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!! &amp;nbsp;I'll say it louder. I am going to my 20 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it has been a little nerve wracking leading up to this thing. I mean, I wanted to have my hot, rockin' body. But.... *looks down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just not happening. &amp;nbsp;I will be extremely excited to see my friends again. But I am very self conscious about the way I look. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I have to excuse it. &amp;nbsp;However, I will &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to not be conscious of it while I am there.&amp;nbsp;After all, I have some great achievements. &amp;nbsp;How is it that I can have my life together in other areas but I am self conscious about my weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do/did you guys have any qualms going into a high school reunion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7227487553182918822?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7227487553182918822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2011/09/reunions-insert-sigh-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7227487553182918822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7227487553182918822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2011/09/reunions-insert-sigh-here.html' title='Reunions... *insert sigh here*'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE8i1x4lIvY/Tn_UAUk28MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rrz7vCh_mlk/s72-c/reunioniwillattendmyclassreunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1790396337434056844</id><published>2011-09-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:09:17.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Sooooooo..... a year and *cough cough* pounds later.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commonsenseatheism.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/sorry-puppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://commonsenseatheism.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/sorry-puppy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year. I'm aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY!! &amp;nbsp;Really. Really. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list of excuses but I'll fill you in on what has been going on with me this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who saw my posts about my kitty, she ended up dying in October last year. I had her for 17.5 years of her 19 year life. So it was, needless to say, very sad. &amp;nbsp;I did adopt a cat from the local Animal Control Authority in Feb. I went there to just look. Just look!!! &amp;nbsp;And what happens? I adopt one. But she's adorable. It was a good decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in April, my puppy dog died very suddenly. He was my buddy boy. &amp;nbsp;He was just shy of 13 years old. &amp;nbsp;And I miss him lots and lots and lots. &amp;nbsp;Okay, I'm changing subject since talking about this makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;BUT!!! On a big life change note! &amp;nbsp;I moved from California to Florida. &amp;nbsp;I KNOW! Quite the move. I came out here to take a visiting professor job at Embry Riddle Aeronautical University. (Hopefully it will turn into something more permanent.) &amp;nbsp;I'm really loving the job so this is a good thing! &amp;nbsp;However - to get here, I had to drive across country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL9lgceRFvs/Tn6IcnoyhWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J5I_Dm_8ka4/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL9lgceRFvs/Tn6IcnoyhWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J5I_Dm_8ka4/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wyoming close to the Utah border.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did take some pictures on the way. &amp;nbsp;Instead of taking the southern route through Arizona, New Mexico, etc. I went the northern route so I could go through Colorado. My friend, Katie, agreed to come with me on my road trip. &amp;nbsp;There were some extremely picturesque parts of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't take pictures through Kansas. Because... well, there wasn't anything to take pictures of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bjdKRooAuU/Tn6Ix7x8W2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/t00LSIu4cSY/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bjdKRooAuU/Tn6Ix7x8W2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/t00LSIu4cSY/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elvis' Boyhood Home in Tupelo, MS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After stopping at my hometown, we headed on towards Florida. &amp;nbsp;On the way, we passed through&amp;nbsp;Tupelo, MS. &amp;nbsp;We thought it was a good idea and decided to stop by Elvis' old boyhood home.&amp;nbsp;I thought my apartment had been small? &amp;nbsp;That was&amp;nbsp;NOTHING to this small two room house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGHYK4KuL4U/Tn6I1kWmVOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/opv9wOGGOyQ/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGHYK4KuL4U/Tn6I1kWmVOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/opv9wOGGOyQ/s200/IMG_0734.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Magic Kingdom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When we finally got to Florida, Katie and I went to DisneyWorld. I wanted to thank her for being cooped up in the car for so long! (And for her doing the driving through Kansas. Which deserves more than just a trip to DisneyWorld.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHVAI6uW7JI/Tn6I5gtatnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R4MTLpWWUv8/s1600/IMG_0756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHVAI6uW7JI/Tn6I5gtatnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R4MTLpWWUv8/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post STS-135 Launch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And the BEST thing about getting out here to Florida: &amp;nbsp;I got to see STS-135 launch!!!! &amp;nbsp;(I'm a space geek so this is a big deal for me.) I can't believe that I had never seen a shuttle launch before. But this was the most amazing thing I have EVER seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nq5zzyj52Y/Tn6I819AkyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/j91HFnCGpuE/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nq5zzyj52Y/Tn6I819AkyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/j91HFnCGpuE/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atlantis after Landing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I got see see Atlantis come home and give my love to her. Yes, I'm aware that it is an inanimate object. &amp;nbsp;But she seems real to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so close to the space coast just adds to the coolness factor of living here. I do love it. Well, with the exception of the humidity. Holy heckfire! What is with this humidity?!?! &amp;nbsp;I like my job. And while I am working... a lot.... I'm still managing to find time to have some "me" time. &amp;nbsp;I even got a trainer at a local gym!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the confession.... with all of this crap that went on.... I gained weight back. A lot of it really. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying very hard to get back on the wagon. &amp;nbsp;Getting the eating back on track, getting exercise in. (Oh - which is hard because I now have a stress fracture in my foot. But it's healing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me! And I'll be back here soon. PROMISE! (And I mean it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1790396337434056844?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1790396337434056844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2011/09/sooooooo-year-and-cough-cough-pounds.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1790396337434056844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1790396337434056844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2011/09/sooooooo-year-and-cough-cough-pounds.html' title='Sooooooo..... a year and *cough cough* pounds later.....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL9lgceRFvs/Tn6IcnoyhWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J5I_Dm_8ka4/s72-c/IMG_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7103814668522035369</id><published>2010-09-02T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:29:01.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I made a video. &amp;nbsp;YES! I know! &amp;nbsp;And to top it off, I come across as if I'm a squirrel... on speed. No really. &amp;nbsp;I do. &amp;nbsp;But I wanted to do it to make sure you guys know that I'm serious about being sorry that I haven't been around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more respect for vloggers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaKoxYVc3mo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaKoxYVc3mo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7103814668522035369?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7103814668522035369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7103814668522035369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7103814668522035369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!!!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1193314032997374207</id><published>2010-07-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:52:24.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 117 - PhillyD and Project Lose an Olsen Twin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs086.snc3/15348_221351070860_611065860_4550388_603529_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs086.snc3/15348_221351070860_611065860_4550388_603529_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Phillip DeFranco&amp;nbsp;has a new project. &amp;nbsp; For those who don't know who Philly D is, he's a celeb on YouTube. &amp;nbsp;That's a picture of him with his girlfriend on the right. &amp;nbsp;I know what you are thinking, "How did he get a girlfriend like that?!" &amp;nbsp;I think it's the being funny thing. &amp;nbsp;Works every time. &amp;nbsp;Anyway! &amp;nbsp;I always watch his videos because they make me laugh. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I could find it funny because I'm warped and a little demented. &amp;nbsp;Now you are probably thinking, "Gee, that's great. &amp;nbsp;Get to the point." &amp;nbsp; Well, okay! &amp;nbsp;Geez. &amp;nbsp;Patience is a virtue. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new project is a weight loss project entitled "Project Lose an Olsen Twin." &amp;nbsp;First of all, I find that really funny because really - an Olsen twin weighs MUCH less than most of us need to lose. I mean, I can lose 2 or even 3 Olsen twins I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off topic again. &amp;nbsp;POINT IS! &amp;nbsp;He mentioned his weight... and it was close to mine. &amp;nbsp;And he's freakin' 6'0"!!!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm...... ummmm.... not that tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has that ever happened to you guys? &amp;nbsp;Someone mentions their weight, and you think "Oh my god... that's how much I weigh. &amp;nbsp;And he's tall/muscular/professional athlete." &amp;nbsp;CASE IN POINT! &amp;nbsp;I looked up some athletes. Ones that weigh close to me. &amp;nbsp;We have&amp;nbsp;Jeremy Hoornstra, a freakin' power lifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about, Adrian Peterson, a running back for the Vikings, &amp;nbsp;who last year wanted to &lt;i&gt;get up to&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;230 pounds. &amp;nbsp;(At 6'1".) &amp;nbsp;Not only that but the coach said "Well, you know what, 230 is awful big." Yeah. &amp;nbsp;Thanks. BUT IT GETS WORSE! &amp;nbsp;One of the comments to the story was "230 lbs sounds like Al Roker in cleats." &amp;nbsp;*starts sobbing* &amp;nbsp;Really??? &amp;nbsp;REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... I don't want to be 100 pounds at 5'4". &amp;nbsp;I want to be healthy and beautiful. &amp;nbsp;When I went to look for examples of celebrities that didn't look anorexic, sadly, I didn't find huge numbers of choices. &amp;nbsp;Although, here are a couple of women whom I completely admire for their intelligence, abilities, and accomplishments. &amp;nbsp;And they just happen to be absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/photos/drew-barrymore/19774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.askmen.com/photos/drew-barrymore/19774.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drew Barrymore - This woman has overcome a lot to become the woman she is today. &amp;nbsp;She's enormously talented and driven. &amp;nbsp;She isn't a cookie cutter, anorexic looking actress. &amp;nbsp;She, like the rest of us, has fluctuated in her weight, but if I may say - at any weight, she is lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/oscars/022209_winslet_200X400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/oscars/022209_winslet_200X400.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate Winslet - I adore Kate Winslet. &amp;nbsp;I think she is a spectacular actress. &amp;nbsp;Again, hugely talented and accomplished. &amp;nbsp;She has been very outspoken about the fact that she is a real woman with real curves. &amp;nbsp;In fact, she has threatened to sue tabloids who have said she is seeing a diet doctor. &amp;nbsp;In a &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20011635_1232956,00.html"&gt;People article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;addressing the situation, she has said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I will continue to say what I feel about this issue of women being thin and emaciated. It's just out of control," she said Sunday. "I know I'm a role model to young women. It's a role that I take very, very seriously and I would never want anyone to ever think I was a hypocrite in doing something like going to a diet doctor, for goodness sake. I mean, it's really, really ridiculous."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 2005, Winslet told PEOPLE for the annual Most Beautiful issue, "I know that I have a real woman's figure. &amp;nbsp;It's nice that it's acknowledge and appreciated &amp;nbsp;that I don't conform. &amp;nbsp;I don't starve myself."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kate, you are absolutely stunning. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could look a tenth of how beautiful you are. (Yes, I'm speaking as if Kate Winslet is actually reading this. It's my dream world! Don't mess with my dream!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... did I just get up on my soap box?? &amp;nbsp;I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. &amp;nbsp;*steps down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is - - I really don't want to weigh the same as a running back or a weight lifter. &amp;nbsp;I would prefer to be healthy and beautiful. &amp;nbsp; I'll get there. &amp;nbsp;Really. I will. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1193314032997374207?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1193314032997374207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-117-phillyd-and-project-lose-olsen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1193314032997374207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1193314032997374207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-117-phillyd-and-project-lose-olsen.html' title='Day 117 - PhillyD and Project Lose an Olsen Twin'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8984718336982801000</id><published>2010-07-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:36:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 115 - LHA Weigh In - and Holy Cow I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was weigh-in day for LHA. &amp;nbsp;And thank goodness!!! &amp;nbsp;I maintained these last couple of weeks. &amp;nbsp;And let me tell you, it is a &lt;i&gt;miracle&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;We are talking 1980's Olympic Hockey Team level of miracle.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alright... I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;be overstating the miracle nature of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter is that it really is astonishing that I haven't gained weight over the last couple of weeks. &amp;nbsp;My exercise has been limited to dog walking. &amp;nbsp;Eating... do I have to admit this? &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;Okay. &amp;nbsp;I ate fast food. &amp;nbsp;I ate from In-N-Out even. &amp;nbsp;The land of One-Meal-Can-Have-Enough-Calories-For-the-Whole-Week. &amp;nbsp;It's true. And sleep... wait... what's sleep again? &amp;nbsp;I have only a vague recollection of it.... hmmmm....... sounds good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tponz.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/stress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://tponz.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/stress.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my defense: &amp;nbsp;I was writing a proposal for to fund a project I hope to do. &amp;nbsp;Talk about &lt;i&gt;stress&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This was the first proposal where I was the principal investigator - the one in charge. YIKES! &amp;nbsp;But I got it done and it is in for review. &amp;nbsp;Cross your fingers everyone and put good vibes out there for me okay? I'd like to have a job past this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing that thing was stressful and time consuming. &amp;nbsp;In short... HORRIBLE!! &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to cook or exercise or anything. &amp;nbsp; But it's done ... but the next proposal is looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of that, I did take my dog on a long walk yesterday, which he enjoyed thoroughly. &amp;nbsp;Tonight, I played softball. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm on a roll here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had a great couple of weeks and that things are going swimmingly! &amp;nbsp;Happy Wednesday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tponz.files.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://tponz.files.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8984718336982801000?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8984718336982801000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-115-lha-weigh-in-and-holy-cow-im.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8984718336982801000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8984718336982801000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-115-lha-weigh-in-and-holy-cow-im.html' title='Day 115 - LHA Weigh In - and Holy Cow I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-4792265507279962014</id><published>2010-07-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:08:43.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 98???  - Losing track of days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TDU40SkS0lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/haiXY6DEFpg/s1600/IMG_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TDU40SkS0lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/haiXY6DEFpg/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever had one of those days???? &amp;nbsp;You know those days... the ones where you have strawberries and whipped cream.... only without the strawberries. &amp;nbsp;And you don't exactly put the whipped cream in a bowl. &amp;nbsp;In fact, you kind of just... well, squirt it right in your mouth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &amp;nbsp;That has been my week. &amp;nbsp;My proposal is due on Friday. &amp;nbsp;So the next couple days I will remain MIA. &amp;nbsp;Sorry about that. &amp;nbsp;My current stress level: 10 fingernails sans nail polish, followed by one nail that is considerable shorter now, 9 more fingernails that are scared s**tless that they will have the same fate. &amp;nbsp;This followed by dinner at In-N-Out. &amp;nbsp;YES!!! &amp;nbsp;I SAID IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at In-N-Out!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm horrible. &amp;nbsp;I'm a horrible, horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to my usual self (hopefully) Friday... maybe Saturday... well.... maybe Sunday depending on how much time I need to recoup. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-4792265507279962014?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4792265507279962014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-98-losing-track-of-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4792265507279962014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4792265507279962014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-98-losing-track-of-days.html' title='Day 98???  - Losing track of days'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TDU40SkS0lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/haiXY6DEFpg/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-220959391382747540</id><published>2010-07-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:37:43.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4 - Reading the Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/document/images/declarationscanbig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/document/images/declarationscanbig.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm in the middle of proposal h-e-double hockey sticks. &amp;nbsp;But I wanted&amp;nbsp;to share one small little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &amp;nbsp;For me, a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fourth of July, I sit down and read the Declaration of Independence. &amp;nbsp;I won't bore you with my interpretation or my thoughts/feelings on the matter. &amp;nbsp;I just felt like I should share this with my friends here. &amp;nbsp;While over the last 200+ years, we have, at times, convoluted our rights and liberties to a point that is, sometimes, scary, reading it reminds me of where we came from and what we were about. &amp;nbsp;At least back in 1776. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... and it is some spectacular writing.&lt;br /&gt;From&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/document/index.htm"&gt;USHistory.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="decl" id="decla"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; CONGRESS, J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ULY  4, 1776&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The  unanimous Declaration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of the thirteen united&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;States of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="W" height="90" src="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/document/images/w.gif" style="text-align: left;" width="125" /&gt;hen in the Course of human  events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the political  bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the  powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of  Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the  opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which  impel them to the separation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created  equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable  Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.   — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men,  deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,  — That  whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is  the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new  Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its  powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their  Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments  long established should not be changed for light and transient causes;  and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed  to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by  abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train  of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a  design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it  is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards  for their future security.  — Such has been the patient sufferance of  these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to  alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present  King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations,  all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny  over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid  world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary  for the public good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing  importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should  be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend  to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large  districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of  Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and  formidable to tyrants only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual,  uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records,  for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his  measures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with  manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause  others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of  Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise;  the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of  invasion from without, and convulsions within.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for  that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners;  refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and  raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his  Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of  their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of  Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the  Consent of our legislatures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to  the Civil Power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign  to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent  to their Acts of pretended Legislation:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders  which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring  Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging  its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument  for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and  altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves  invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his  Protection and waging War against us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and  destroyed the lives of our people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries  to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun  with circumstances of Cruelty &amp;amp; Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the  most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized  nation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas  to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their  friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured  to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian  Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction  of all ages, sexes and conditions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in  the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only  by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every  act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free  people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We  have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to  extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of  the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have  appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured  them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations,  which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence.  They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We  must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our  Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in  War, in Peace Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America,  in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the  world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by  Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and  declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free  and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to  the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and  the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and  that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War,  conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all  other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do.  — And  for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the  protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our  Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachingamericanhistory.org/images/trumbull-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://teachingamericanhistory.org/images/trumbull-large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hancock.htm"&gt;John  Hancock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Hampshire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/bartlett.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/bartlett.htm"&gt;Josiah  Bartlett&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/whipple.htm"&gt;William  Whipple&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/thornton.htm"&gt;Matthew  Thornton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massachusetts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hancock.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hancock.htm"&gt;John  Hancock&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/adams_s.htm"&gt;Samuel  Adams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/adams_j.htm"&gt;John  Adams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/paine.htm"&gt;Robert  Treat Paine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/gerry.htm"&gt;Elbridge  Gerry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhode Island:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hopkins.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hopkins.htm"&gt;Stephen  Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/ellery.htm"&gt;William  Ellery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connecticut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/sherman.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/sherman.htm"&gt;Roger  Sherman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/huntington.htm"&gt;Samuel  Huntington&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/williams.htm"&gt;William  Williams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/wolcott.htm"&gt;Oliver  Wolcott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/floyd.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/floyd.htm"&gt;William  Floyd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/livingston_p.htm"&gt;Philip  Livingston&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/lewis.htm"&gt;Francis  Lewis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/morris_l.htm"&gt;Lewis  Morris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Jersey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/stockton.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/stockton.htm"&gt;Richard  Stockton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/witherspoon.htm"&gt;John  Witherspoon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hopkinson.htm"&gt;Francis  Hopkinson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hart.htm"&gt;John Hart&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/clark.htm"&gt;Abraham  Clark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pennsylvania:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/morris_r.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/morris_r.htm"&gt;Robert  Morris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rush.htm"&gt;Benjamin  Rush&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/franklin.htm"&gt;Benjamin  Franklin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/morton.htm"&gt;John  Morton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/clymer.htm"&gt;George  Clymer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/smith.htm"&gt;James  Smith&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/taylor.htm"&gt;George  Taylor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/wilson.htm"&gt;James  Wilson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/ross.htm"&gt;George Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delaware:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rodney.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rodney.htm"&gt;Caesar  Rodney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/read.htm"&gt;George Read&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/mckean.htm"&gt;Thomas  McKean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maryland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/chase.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/chase.htm"&gt;Samuel  Chase&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/paca.htm"&gt;William  Paca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/stone.htm"&gt;Thomas  Stone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/carroll.htm"&gt;Charles  Carroll of Carrollton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virginia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/wythe.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/wythe.htm"&gt;George  Wythe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rhlee.htm"&gt;Richard  Henry Lee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/jefferson.htm"&gt;Thomas  Jefferson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/harrison.htm"&gt;Benjamin  Harrison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/nelson.htm"&gt;Thomas  Nelson, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/fllee.htm"&gt;Francis  Lightfoot Lee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/braxton.htm"&gt;Carter  Braxton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Carolina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hooper.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hooper.htm"&gt;William  Hooper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hewes.htm"&gt;Joseph  Hewes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/penn.htm"&gt;John Penn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;South Carolina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rutledge.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/rutledge.htm"&gt;Edward  Rutledge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/heyward.htm"&gt;Thomas  Heyward, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/lynch.htm"&gt;Thomas  Lynch, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/middleton.htm"&gt;Arthur  Middleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Georgia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/gwinnett.htm"&gt;Button  Gwinnett&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/hall.htm"&gt;Lyman Hall&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/DECLARATION/signers/walton.htm"&gt;George  Walton&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-220959391382747540?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/220959391382747540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4-reading-declaration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/220959391382747540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/220959391382747540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4-reading-declaration.html' title='July 4 - Reading the Declaration'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8768149615167622272</id><published>2010-06-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:05:25.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 87 - One more thing to add to my 'Do No Eat' list</title><content type='html'>And what might that be Jules?? &amp;nbsp;You ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good reader, let me tell you which food is added to my "Do Not Eat Because You Obviously Can't Control Yourself and Eat It Until You Have To Lie on the Couch and Wish for a Stomach Transplant" List...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUGLIESE BREAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gentlemen. &amp;nbsp;I made the mistake of picking up another loaf because I had TONS of that pesto &amp;nbsp;left over. &amp;nbsp;*chirp chirp* &amp;nbsp;Ummm.... Okay, I had &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tomato pesto left over. &amp;nbsp;And I'm here to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE DEVIL!!! RUN!!! RUN FAR, FAR AWAY!!! &amp;nbsp;SAVE YOURSELVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Dean and Sam when you need them? &amp;nbsp;(Supernatural fans will get that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to get rid of it. &amp;nbsp;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKQsxRanI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s49J3SPu2jQ/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKQsxRanI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s49J3SPu2jQ/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I tried to throw it away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKiNdRC8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Opujn-1YZY4/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKiNdRC8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Opujn-1YZY4/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKsoNCRLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uABZuyVPpaY/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKsoNCRLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uABZuyVPpaY/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So I stabbed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbLaAs6LgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/juYLe9gfkqc/s1600/IMG_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbLaAs6LgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/juYLe9gfkqc/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It didn't work. So I stabbed it a few&amp;nbsp;more times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbK_97BaAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zOKsslGMHyw/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbK_97BaAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zOKsslGMHyw/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Finally, I figured blunt force trauma would do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbLjkgAGyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QjweLlw12_8/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbLjkgAGyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QjweLlw12_8/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8768149615167622272?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8768149615167622272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-87-one-more-thing-to-add-to-my-do.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8768149615167622272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8768149615167622272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-87-one-more-thing-to-add-to-my-do.html' title='Day 87 - One more thing to add to my &apos;Do No Eat&apos; list'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCbKQsxRanI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s49J3SPu2jQ/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8214326173343998054</id><published>2010-06-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:40:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 86 - I have a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>This week was a good weigh in. &amp;nbsp;It made me very happy. &amp;nbsp;Except.... &amp;nbsp;see.... &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, I decided to make the tomato pesto that I love. &amp;nbsp;And put it on bread. &amp;nbsp;So I had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well be completely upfront here. &amp;nbsp;I started with a loaf of pugliese bread. And this is what was left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCU7kLAuZbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WsJ6SWhGJ94/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCU7kLAuZbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WsJ6SWhGJ94/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*sigh* &amp;nbsp;Yes... &amp;nbsp;I ate almost all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I promise that I will not do that the rest of the week. Ummmmmm.... I promise I will &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to not to do that the rest of the week. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the kitty cat front... &amp;nbsp;Her numbers weren't great when we checked yesterday morning. &amp;nbsp;I got to keep her home but last night was &lt;i&gt;tough.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was my first time doing subcutaneous fluids on her. &amp;nbsp;She did really well, just laying there while I did it. &amp;nbsp;But man! &amp;nbsp;Talk about stressful and nerve racking! &amp;nbsp;(Is that redundant?) I've given animals shots before, but this is different. &amp;nbsp;1) The needle is HUGE. 2) You have an IV back pumping fluid in. &amp;nbsp;It makes this pocket of fluid. &amp;nbsp;ICK. But we go through it. &amp;nbsp;Seriously though... it was hard to get through. Between that and her meds... it was a tough night. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking her back to check her numbers tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it's the weekend so YAY!!! &amp;nbsp;I have no idea what my plans are. &amp;nbsp;Anyone have any good ideas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8214326173343998054?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8214326173343998054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-86-i-have-confession-to-make.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8214326173343998054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8214326173343998054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-86-i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='Day 86 - I have a confession to make.'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCU7kLAuZbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WsJ6SWhGJ94/s72-c/IMG_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2296219698832377360</id><published>2010-06-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:01:58.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 84 - LHA Weigh In Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mde-art.com/art-blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gesture-drawing-acrylic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mde-art.com/art-blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/gesture-drawing-acrylic.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today was weigh in day for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlhas-challenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Long Hot Active Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week's loss: 2.7 pounds!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WOO HOO!! &amp;nbsp;*does a little happy dance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ha ha ha. &amp;nbsp;But really. &amp;nbsp;I haven't had really great numbers recently. So I'm pretty happy about that 2.7 pounds. &amp;nbsp;I didn't get as much exercise in as I wanted. But that's about to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See... I mentioned before that I had medical stuff going on. &amp;nbsp;Well, I had started a medication. &amp;nbsp;And it made me hurt all over. &amp;nbsp;Muscles that I didn't even know I had ached. &amp;nbsp;It made my heart pound and all sorts of crap. &amp;nbsp;NOT to mention, it shot my triglycerides through the roof. &amp;nbsp;My last blood test had it at over 300! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this week, not only was I off the medication, but I had to cut sugar out of my diet. &amp;nbsp;I even cut it out of my &lt;i&gt;coffee&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;HOLY BEJEEZIES! &amp;nbsp; I WHAT?!?! &amp;nbsp;Yes, that's right. &amp;nbsp;I cut it out of my coffee. &amp;nbsp;It was a harry situation. &amp;nbsp;Really, I was on the verge of hari kari. &amp;nbsp;But if it dropped my triglycerides by 170 points? I'll deal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that is now one of my goals. &amp;nbsp;Over at LHA, we came up with 4 booster goals to keep. Mine are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. To keep the refined sugar out of my diet. &amp;nbsp;Only in my coffee. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Get some form of exercise at least 5 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Make sure I get my daily water requirements EVERY DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Learn to cook 3 healthy meals. &amp;nbsp;(Anyone have any?!?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what are yours? &amp;nbsp;Have an awesome day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;I put the picture on here because 1) I think it looks cool and 2) you can almost see the movement in the body in this painting. &amp;nbsp;And that's what I need to be doing. &amp;nbsp;Moving my body. &amp;nbsp;Later taters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2296219698832377360?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2296219698832377360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-84-lha-weigh-in-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2296219698832377360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2296219698832377360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-84-lha-weigh-in-day.html' title='Day 84 - LHA Weigh In Day'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1452849698762363619</id><published>2010-06-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:06:30.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 83 - I've got a theory.... it could be bunnies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCFzQVk9bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nngbMQ6Dw38/s1600/Photo+53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCFzQVk9bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nngbMQ6Dw38/s320/Photo+53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buffy must have beaten back the evil of the Hellmouth for now. &amp;nbsp;I've had a decent day. Yay me! &amp;nbsp;Enough for me to do the Numfar Dance of Joy. &amp;nbsp; (Yes, the Dance of Joy entails patting yourself on the head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay up last night ... or rather stay up all night... to work on a proposal. &amp;nbsp;It's not fun. &amp;nbsp;But if I want to have a job next year, it must be done! &amp;nbsp;I sent it off to my boss this morning, bright and early. So automatically, I feel like I've gotten things accomplished today. &amp;nbsp;That's enough to make ya happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Izzy, my kitty, back to the vet, trying to recoup her numbers. &amp;nbsp;But she's acting a little pep-ier. &amp;nbsp;So I'm taking that as a relatively good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing as how I hadn't really slept... at all... I went home. &amp;nbsp;I really did intend to get some work done. .....&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;What are you laughing about?&lt;br /&gt;I WAS!&lt;br /&gt;But the pillow beside me. &amp;nbsp;Right there. &amp;nbsp;Tempting me. &amp;nbsp;Taunting me. &amp;nbsp;Begging me to lie my head down just for a second. &amp;nbsp;One little second.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 4 hours later....&lt;br /&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;So after a trip to Starbucks (sugar-free I might add), Target, and the vet's, I'm chilling out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the video I posted on my blog a few days ago from the Shaytards? &amp;nbsp;Well, I was watching his video today and he brought up a point that I think we should definitely think about. &amp;nbsp;Now, Shay had made a goal to do 100 miles on the treadmill before the end of the month. &amp;nbsp;But he fell behind because, well, life does get in the way. &amp;nbsp;Spending hours upon hours on exercise is hard on the lifestyle, family time, and well, just your mental attitude. &amp;nbsp;So he adapted his goal to doing 3.5 miles on the treadmill every day until the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to discuss. &amp;nbsp;So many times, we have a certain goal. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, be it loss of time for yourself, your family, your work, or just getting burnt out, we can't achieve our short term goals. &amp;nbsp;And I think that's okay! It's better to adapt your goals to something that you feel is more realistic than to get to the burned out stage and quit completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWQaU40PH24/S3GexiaAjhI/AAAAAAAAFn8/KNIS4pAZOKc/s1600/wonder-women%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWQaU40PH24/S3GexiaAjhI/AAAAAAAAFn8/KNIS4pAZOKc/s320/wonder-women%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But we have this almost obsession with achieving goals, and when we don't, we want to just quit. &amp;nbsp;But it's important for us, and that includes me, to realize that we aren't Wonder Woman. &amp;nbsp;(Or Super Man for the guys. &amp;nbsp;Although, Wonder Woman could SO kick Super Man's butt. DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! &amp;nbsp;Plus she had those really cool bracelets.) &amp;nbsp;And we will have times that we will need to alter our plan to suit our goals and our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably preaching to the choir, but I felt that I should remind myself of this fact too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great day! &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow: weigh in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1452849698762363619?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1452849698762363619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-83-ive-got-theory-it-could-be.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1452849698762363619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1452849698762363619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-83-ive-got-theory-it-could-be.html' title='Day 83 - I&apos;ve got a theory.... it could be bunnies!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCFzQVk9bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nngbMQ6Dw38/s72-c/Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-3706447205889878890</id><published>2010-06-21T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:40:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 82 - I think I live on the Hellmouth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelamoroney.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/buffy7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://joelamoroney.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/buffy7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe it's the fact that I have been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer lately... a lot lately... but I think I may live on the Hellmouth. &amp;nbsp;I need a Scooby Gang. &amp;nbsp;And some stakes.... and some eye of newt... &amp;nbsp;whatever they used. &amp;nbsp;I'm a chemist... and as Willow said "Chemistry is a lot like witchcraft. &amp;nbsp;Only less newt." &amp;nbsp;(And for those people freaking out right now, no, I am not a witch. It's a show. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;ANYWAY, things have been going... that's about it. &amp;nbsp;The problem is, my cat has gotten really sick. &amp;nbsp; I know, it really seems weird that I get so upset about my cat. &amp;nbsp;She's almost 19 and bound to get sick, but my dog and cat have been more supportive to me than most people. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I had to take her to the emergency vet Saturday night. &amp;nbsp;I haven't slept much, or exercised much. But I haven't overeaten, which is a sure sign that I'm overly stressed. &amp;nbsp;Because if I'm not hungry?? &amp;nbsp;That's a big ol' OH NO! &amp;nbsp;Usually, I'm thinking, "Where are the chips and salsa?? &amp;nbsp;Oh and the cookies! Need cookies!" ha ha ha &amp;nbsp;But for now, my kitty is doing okay. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But in the progress department, I'm eating healthy and not speeding over to McDonald's and ordering a large sized meal. See???? &amp;nbsp;PROGRESS!! :) &amp;nbsp;*does a little happy dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So cross your fingers that Buffy gets here and shuts down the evil Hellmouth that I'm living on! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh, and here's a picture of my doggie and kitty chilling on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;their bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCAGS9iKm5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/IVPhd_xnD0g/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCAGS9iKm5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/IVPhd_xnD0g/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-3706447205889878890?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3706447205889878890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-82-i-think-i-live-on-hellmouth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3706447205889878890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3706447205889878890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-82-i-think-i-live-on-hellmouth.html' title='Day 82 - I think I live on the Hellmouth...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/TCAGS9iKm5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/IVPhd_xnD0g/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2159915147812158969</id><published>2010-06-17T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:48:48.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 78 - LHA Update and Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;Hi everyone!! As you all know, I'm doing the Long Hot Active Summer challenge. Because I'm crazy. And stupid. Just kidding. It's actually pretty cool in my opinion! And this week, I thought I did pretty dang well! 420 minutes of exercise. WOO HOO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;You know how you have this good feeling about where you are. You don't give the scale the evil eye because you have a feeling it will be a good number. And then....... I stepped on the damn scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;1/2 a pound?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! *insert lots of cussing here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But it is half a pound. &amp;nbsp;I have to stay positive. I do think that there might be something going on medically that might be screwing things up. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;Now, I don't know how many of you are as addicted to YouTube as I am. But there's one family who vlogs on YouTube that I find funny and completely adorable. That would be ShayCarl (also known as Shaytard) and his family. They go by Shaytard, Mommytard, Sontard, Princesstard, Babytard, and now have a little baby (name still up in the air as either Rocktard or Brothertard). Shay is starting back on his fitness/diet routine. I thought I would include his video on my blog because a) he's really funny and b) I think we can all relate! (Direct Link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fYNWQh8ncQ"&gt;ShayCarl and his treadmill&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fYNWQh8ncQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fYNWQh8ncQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2159915147812158969?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2159915147812158969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-78-lha-update-and-odds-and-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2159915147812158969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2159915147812158969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-78-lha-update-and-odds-and-ends.html' title='Day 78 - LHA Update and Odds and Ends'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8351027789081544977</id><published>2010-06-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:12:06.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 76 - Note to the unwise (ME)... aka The Work Shoes from Hell</title><content type='html'>Hello all!! &amp;nbsp;First, I feel I should mention that for the next few weeks, I will be blogging a bit more sporadically. &amp;nbsp;See... there's this pesky proposal thing. &amp;nbsp;It's how I get my salary. And since I don't want to be jobless... and therefore homeless... I have to write these proposals. &amp;nbsp;I hate that part of my job. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said. &amp;nbsp;Today, I decided to go for a walk with a couple of my coworkers. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't planned on it. &amp;nbsp;I didn't even have clothes or shoes to change into. &amp;nbsp;But hey - my shoes are okay to walk in. Or. So. I. Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.hhbrown.com/HHBImages/WEB/300%20pxl/Carolina/CA423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://apps.hhbrown.com/HHBImages/WEB/300%20pxl/Carolina/CA423.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had on my work shoes. The ones I wear when I'm in the lab. &amp;nbsp;You would think "Oh, well, they are broken in. &amp;nbsp;I'll be okay." &amp;nbsp;But after mile 1???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;HOLY MOTHER*BLEEP*IN' OWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;I'm in pain right now. &amp;nbsp;But hey - I did the full 3 1/2 - 4 miles. &amp;nbsp;Yay me. &amp;nbsp;And by the way, they get heavier as you go.&amp;nbsp;By the time I got to the end, it felt like these shoes had become two toddlers that had latched onto my legs and I was dragging them, dead weight and all, down the road. &amp;nbsp;I'll put it to you this way... on the last little bit, I tripped on those little reflector things that are glued to the road. &amp;nbsp;Yup. &amp;nbsp;And those things are &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;an inch off the ground.&amp;nbsp;I'm just graceful like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: weigh in day for LHA. &amp;nbsp;See you guys then! Byeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I found this really funny and wanted to make you laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/funny-pictures-kittens-squish-brother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/funny-pictures-kittens-squish-brother.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8351027789081544977?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8351027789081544977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-76-note-to-unwise-me-aka-work-shoes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8351027789081544977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8351027789081544977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-76-note-to-unwise-me-aka-work-shoes.html' title='Day 76 - Note to the unwise (ME)... aka The Work Shoes from Hell'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-3643995522954770633</id><published>2010-06-07T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:22:30.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 69 - Taking a moment from science writing...</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness! Have I mentioned how much I hate to write science publications??? &amp;nbsp;If not, let's just say that I'd rather jab my very sharp, very pointy, mechanical pencil in my eye than to write a science paper or proposal. &amp;nbsp;I'll let that image sink in for a second.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have that out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article today that really kind of annoyed me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/weight/busting-the-muscle-weighs-more-than-fat-myth.aspx?xid=nl_EverydayHealthDietandNutrition_20100607"&gt;Does Muscle Weigh More Than Fat?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, I get their point that a pound of muscle weighs the same as a pound of fat. &amp;nbsp;A pound is a pound is a pound. &amp;nbsp;But what annoyed me is that Laura Stusek, fitness coordinator for Westminster College in Salt Lake City, Utah, &amp;nbsp;made it seem that we say this as an excuse for our scales going up instead of down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fugly.com/media/IMAGES/Strange/Weight_Lifting_Hamster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://www.fugly.com/media/IMAGES/Strange/Weight_Lifting_Hamster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fact is, the same amount of &lt;i&gt;volume&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of muscle is going to weigh more than the same &lt;i&gt;volume&lt;/i&gt; of fat. &amp;nbsp;In other words, if you lose a volume of fat, and gain the same volume of muscle, you are going to weight more. &amp;nbsp;Period. End of story. &amp;nbsp;I don't use the saying as an excuse, and I don't think that other people do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think that the point of the article is that we shouldn't be scared of gaining muscle because the scale might go up. &amp;nbsp;The fact of the matter is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;having more muscle means you burn more calories&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And that means less fat. &amp;nbsp;And that, is a fantastic thing. &amp;nbsp;It means, more energy, more fat burning, more everything really. &amp;nbsp;So don't be afraid to pick up those weights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also makes the point that you should look at how you are feeling, and how your clothes are fitting, and I totally agree. &amp;nbsp;Absolutely. &amp;nbsp;And I think her major issue was that because we are scale obsessed, we are scared that adding muscle is going to make the scale go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, if the hamster can do it, I guess we can too. :)&lt;br /&gt;So there's my two cents for the day. Have a fun Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-3643995522954770633?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3643995522954770633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-69-taking-moment-from-science.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3643995522954770633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3643995522954770633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-69-taking-moment-from-science.html' title='Day 69 - Taking a moment from science writing...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5225032454488789400</id><published>2010-05-28T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:58:35.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Day 57 - New workouts! Guaranteed to train you to seduce your man, or beat him up!</title><content type='html'>I came across this article about workouts that are different and work your body in different ways. &amp;nbsp;I had to comment on it because it has one of my absolute favorites in the list! :) &amp;nbsp;In this blog entry, I'm giving my opinion of these workouts, but for all of the information, read the full article&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/fitness-pictures/10-hot-workouts.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.agoramedia.com/everydayhealth/gcms/photogallery_best_workouts_02_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.agoramedia.com/everydayhealth/gcms/photogallery_best_workouts_02_full.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Sports Drills&lt;/b&gt; - Ever want the body of Gabi Reese? Maybe Anna Kournikova? This drills are designed to improve your skill in certain sports. &amp;nbsp;While they are generally for certain athletes, some gyms offer classes or training for individuals who just want a different workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Boxing&lt;/b&gt; - I love boxing. &amp;nbsp;Not only do you learn how to kick some as.... ummm.. butt, you get a great workout. &amp;nbsp;Trust me, when you do 2-minute rounds of bob-and-weave/hook combos, the next day your abs will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;hating&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;loving you. &amp;nbsp;Really. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Some of you may have already tried this workout. &amp;nbsp;I have to say I haven't done this. Not since I was in Air Force ROTC in college. And that was about *cough* *mumbled number* years ago. &amp;nbsp;But I will say this, if it is anything like actual military boot camp?? It's a really awesome workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Kettlebell Lifting&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I'm going to be honest. &amp;nbsp;I have never tried kettlebells. &amp;nbsp;The closest I have gotten to them is watching the contestants on The Biggest Loser sweating and groaning with them. &amp;nbsp;Maybe my problem is from watching Jillian kill them... hmmmmmm.... *rubs chin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/pow-mixed-martial-arts/assets_c/2009/10/krav_maga_gun-thumb-300x400-26368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/pow-mixed-martial-arts/assets_c/2009/10/krav_maga_gun-thumb-300x400-26368.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;KRAV MAGA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- Can you tell which is my favorite?? &amp;nbsp;In fact, I had to put a different picture on here because the one in the article was kind of wimpy. &amp;nbsp;(I got this picture from an&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/pow-mixed-martial-arts/2009/10/krav-maga-instructor-training---notes-from-north-carolina.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at chicagonow.com. &amp;nbsp;Krav is a great, and addictive, workout. &amp;nbsp;It is the Israeli form of self-defense/fighting. &amp;nbsp;And let me just tell you - - after a tough day at work? It's therapeutic to go to a class and punch, hit, kick, etc. on a bag. &amp;nbsp;And women, don't worry, the techniques were specifically formed to be applicable for both men and women. &amp;nbsp;I have to say it is very satisfying to be paired up with the new guy who says "I don't want to hurt you," which would then be proceeded by you kicking their tooshes. &amp;nbsp;*insert evil grin here* Moving on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Muay Thai Kickboxing&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Again, a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;great workout. &amp;nbsp;It is similar to Krav in that it is physically intense, uses muscles you didn't know you had, and trains you to be mentally prepared. &amp;nbsp;I have taken classes in this as well, and it is really incredible. &amp;nbsp;One thing I can add, &amp;nbsp;in most martial arts classes, you are using what has been called "bursting energy." &amp;nbsp;Meaning you go from 0 to 100 in one second. &amp;nbsp;You will go at very high intensity for a short time, and then have a period of rest. &amp;nbsp;In fact, since this kind of workout is so different than endurance training, marathon runners and other endurance athletes have a hard time with it. &amp;nbsp;Makes me feel good actually. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Fusion Dance&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Okay, I have never tried this, but it seems incredibly cool. &amp;nbsp;To me, the name 'fusion dance' seemed like a new weird type of dancing that I didn't think I would be into. &amp;nbsp;However!! I was proved wrong. &amp;nbsp;What it means is that they have fused several dance styles into one class. &amp;nbsp;In a class, you may learn to salsa, or waltz, or do ballet, etc. Sounds pretty cool huh? And if you ever become famous and make it to &lt;i&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/i&gt;, you will already have a leg up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Bikram Yoga&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- For more information, see the article. &amp;nbsp;I am already wanting to get into yoga to increase my core strength and flexibility. &amp;nbsp;But adding heat is supposed to increase circulation and help your joints. &amp;nbsp;Like I said, I don't know anything about it, so I'll refrain from giving judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.agoramedia.com/everydayhealth/gcms/photogallery_best_workouts_10_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.agoramedia.com/everydayhealth/gcms/photogallery_best_workouts_10_full.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Belly Dancing&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Okay, this just seems really cool and/or fun. &amp;nbsp;I looks like you would work your abs a TON. &amp;nbsp;Even those pesky lateral abs. &amp;nbsp;And hey -- if you want to practice in front of the hubby/fiance/boyfriend? &amp;nbsp;I'm sure they won't mind. *insert evil laugh here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) &lt;b&gt;Exotic Dancing&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Now, let's make sure that we have this clear. &amp;nbsp;They are suggesting pole dancing &lt;i&gt;classes&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Not going out and pole dancing at a bar. &amp;nbsp;Not that there is anything wrong with that. &amp;nbsp;Just sayin'. &amp;nbsp;But man, have you ever seen what those women can do with a pole?? Holy crap. &amp;nbsp;I'd kill myself. &amp;nbsp;But it seems incredibly cool. &amp;nbsp;And again - I'm sure that the man in your life &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;allow you to practice for him. &amp;nbsp;Just don't let him install a pole in the bedroom. &amp;nbsp;It won't match the bedding. &amp;nbsp;(Maybe. &amp;nbsp;Although I haven't seen your bedding. I'm just making a guess.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ya go! &amp;nbsp;If you guys try any of these, and love... or loathe... them, let me know! &amp;nbsp;What do you guys think? &amp;nbsp;Are you going to try any of these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5225032454488789400?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5225032454488789400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-57-new-workouts-guaranteed-to-train.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5225032454488789400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5225032454488789400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-57-new-workouts-guaranteed-to-train.html' title='Day 57 - New workouts! Guaranteed to train you to seduce your man, or beat him up!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2660154227166832250</id><published>2010-05-27T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:08:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 56 - I'm back!  And does it really take 21 days to change a habit???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am finally feeling fairly good. &amp;nbsp;So I'm hoping I'm back to normal. *knock knock* &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it wasn't a flu type of sick so the scale wasn't great. &amp;nbsp;BUT -- I did lose 1.4 pounds. &amp;nbsp;Not &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; bad considering I couldn't exercise and my eating wasn't on point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettaplan.com/images/21Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bettaplan.com/images/21Days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Can we talk about something?? &amp;nbsp;You know how people say that it takes 21 days to form a habit? Is that really true? &amp;nbsp;I came across an article about this titled&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spring.org.uk/2009/09/how-long-to-form-a-habit.php"&gt;How Long to Form a Habit?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Appropriately titled don't you think?) &amp;nbsp;I haven't fact checked the article, but did you know that the 21 days comes from a surgeon that noticed that it took amputees 21 days to get used to having lost a limb. &amp;nbsp;(I don't know to what extent. &amp;nbsp;I mean, who gets 100% over losing a limb??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They tested different habits and noticed that there was variation. &amp;nbsp;It could take between 18 and 254 days to form a habit. &amp;nbsp;Because lets face it, forming a habit to drink water will take much less time than to form a habit to run 10 miles a day. (I think the 10 miles a day would take me approximately 2656 days. Just sayin'.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My other question is: &amp;nbsp;What happens if you have an off day? Or .. ummmm... several off days. &amp;nbsp;Like I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have had the last few days? &amp;nbsp;Okay... &amp;nbsp;last week or two?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Does that mean that my good habits are broken now? &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping not, but I have a history of sliding back to bad habits once my good habits are broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/sports/photos/2008/05/09/gymnastics-beam-essentials.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/sports/photos/2008/05/09/gymnastics-beam-essentials.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Case in point: When I was slightly younger... several years younger..... OKAY! &amp;nbsp;Lots and lots younger, I was a gymnast. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to get better so my trainers have me several exercises to do every day. &amp;nbsp;Nothing really big. &amp;nbsp;Push-ups, sit-ups, etc. &amp;nbsp;And I did them religiously. &amp;nbsp;I even kept a journal of my exercises. &amp;nbsp;And then, one day, I thought, "You know, I've been doing these for a while. &amp;nbsp;And I'm tired tonight. &amp;nbsp;One night off isn't going to kill me." &amp;nbsp;And thus ended my nightly exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;One point that eases my mind somewhat, according to the above article? &amp;nbsp;I'm in the clear. &amp;nbsp;One missed day won't cause you to fall off the wagon. &amp;nbsp;WOO HOO! &amp;nbsp;So I guess the lesson is, KEEP ON TRUCKIN'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Contrary to my overactive imagination may tell you, I never looked like that picture when I was a gymnast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Image 1 from&amp;nbsp;http://www.bettaplan.com/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Image 2 from http://www.cbc.ca/news/story/2008/05/09/f-olympics-gymbeam-essentials.html)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2660154227166832250?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2660154227166832250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-56-im-back-and-does-it-really-take.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2660154227166832250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2660154227166832250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-56-im-back-and-does-it-really-take.html' title='Day 56 - I&apos;m back!  And does it really take 21 days to change a habit???'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7935102043799243503</id><published>2010-05-17T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:20:23.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 47 - Being sick sure puts a damper on blogging!</title><content type='html'>Hey blog buddies! &amp;nbsp;First of all, let me apologize for the absence on my blog. &amp;nbsp;I got really, really sick this last week+. &amp;nbsp;So I apologize for my lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my LHA - I had only lost 1 pound, but since I actually hadn't been able to exercise like I should, it doesn't really surprise me. &amp;nbsp;We'll see about this week, although, I'm expecting another iffy number. &amp;nbsp;Cross your fingers! &amp;nbsp;I can't &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to get back on target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wrap this up for now. &amp;nbsp;But I wanted to touch base with everyone and let you guys know that I am, in fact, still here. :) &amp;nbsp;Ta ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7935102043799243503?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7935102043799243503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-47-being-sick-sure-puts-damper-on.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7935102043799243503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7935102043799243503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-47-being-sick-sure-puts-damper-on.html' title='Day 47 - Being sick sure puts a damper on blogging!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-9125534605874588482</id><published>2010-05-08T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:39:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38 - How did that work exactly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/funny-pictures-fat-cat-wants-an-elevator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/funny-pictures-fat-cat-wants-an-elevator.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to admit, I didn't do any exercise yesterday. &amp;nbsp;What can I say? &amp;nbsp;It was a crazy busy day and I didn't get done until late last night. (I'm not excusing it in anyway - I was just a slacker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a lazy kind of day. &amp;nbsp;Then I got ready for bed. &amp;nbsp;You know.... wash the face, brush and floss the teeth, put on the jammies, and curl up in bed. &amp;nbsp;All nice and snuggly and non-move-y. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then... I woke up this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I ask you. &amp;nbsp;How the hell does one pull a muscle during the night? &amp;nbsp;When one is asleep?! &amp;nbsp;Seriously guys. &amp;nbsp;I pulled a butt/hip muscle in my sleep. &amp;nbsp;How does that work exactly?? &amp;nbsp;But it actually feels better when moving around so no ixnay on the xerciseeay. But it begs the question - how can one pull a muscle when one isn't moving. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY!! Maybe I was sleep-exercising! &amp;nbsp;Can I put down an hour on my LHA challenge?? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? &amp;nbsp;Damnit. &amp;nbsp;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-9125534605874588482?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/9125534605874588482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-38-how-did-that-work-exactly.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9125534605874588482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9125534605874588482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-38-how-did-that-work-exactly.html' title='Day 38 - How did that work exactly...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2727879781826267060</id><published>2010-05-07T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:05:49.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36 - 3...2...1... PAIN</title><content type='html'>I did my cardio on my freshly fixed elliptical. WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I have an elliptical with an adjustable stride length. &amp;nbsp;It had been stuck on the 13" stride length which works your quads more. &amp;nbsp;But tonight... tonight, I got to use the 18" stride length. &amp;nbsp;Oh! It felt so good. &amp;nbsp;Kind of. &amp;nbsp;Except that the muscles in my legs weren't happy. &amp;nbsp;I think the conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs: Oh. &amp;nbsp;Wait a minute. &amp;nbsp;Ow. OW. &lt;b&gt;OW!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's called the elliptical. &amp;nbsp;It's good for you. &amp;nbsp;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Legs: Trust you my a$$. &amp;nbsp;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No really. &amp;nbsp;You'll thank me for it someday.&lt;br /&gt;Legs: Did your parents say that to you? Did you believe them when they said it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm. &amp;nbsp;You have a point.&lt;br /&gt;Legs: Damn straight! Now get off this damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;See, I'm doing this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Legs: &amp;nbsp;Challenge? &amp;nbsp;What the hell kind of challenge? &amp;nbsp;And why did you involve me??&lt;br /&gt;Me: First of all, do you really have to curse? &amp;nbsp;Second, the challenge requires me to exercise. &amp;nbsp;So you'll just have to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;Legs: First, hell yes I have to curse! &amp;nbsp;Wait!!! Don't turn up the resistance! &amp;nbsp;Are you trying to kill me?? And second, who's idea was it to do the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey - if you want to blame someone, blame&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jonesweightlossjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://exquisite-christine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They started it!&lt;br /&gt;Legs: &amp;nbsp;As soon as we can walk without feeling like Jello, we will! &amp;nbsp;You can bet on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went on to do about 40 minutes of cardio. My legs still hate me. &amp;nbsp;I think I'll just have to apologize in the morning when they are speaking to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. &amp;nbsp;Am I really talking about talking to my legs? &amp;nbsp;I need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2727879781826267060?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2727879781826267060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-36-321-pain.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2727879781826267060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2727879781826267060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-36-321-pain.html' title='Day 36 - 3...2...1... PAIN'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5273186833642605687</id><published>2010-05-05T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:04:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 35 - My Long Hot Active Summer Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlhas-challenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="3px" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_64fX9wKuO8E/SrQZE9m8RGI/AAAAAAAABxM/uMqXnM8cfNU/s800/MLHAS-button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I have to (yes, they are making me) post pictures, I am putting a break in this post. &amp;nbsp;So if you actually click "See More" then you can't blame me for your eyes burning out of their sockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, you brave soul. &amp;nbsp;Let me just preface this by saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to post these pictures. &amp;nbsp;And yes, it is a little humiliating to have them publicly available. &amp;nbsp;To everyone. &amp;nbsp; I just hope that any ex-boyfriends out there have no clue about this blog. &amp;nbsp;Because really - who wants to have their ex-s see and laugh and say "Thank goodness I didn't stick with her!" So yeah.... &amp;nbsp;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gained this week. &amp;nbsp;Let's take a look at my freshly Windex-ed scale shall we? &amp;nbsp;(Let me just say - I did black out the glass because even though I was wearing shorts, it doesn't look it. &amp;nbsp;And I thought I would keep you guys from being subjected to that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S-HO70aEq6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_iXL7jCOvvw/s1600/Weight+5:5:10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S-HO70aEq6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_iXL7jCOvvw/s200/Weight+5:5:10.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs head* &amp;nbsp;Yes, it really does say that. And crap - my weight went up this week. &amp;nbsp;Excuse me.. I'm going to go cry for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the creme de la creme of embarrassing photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S-HPDYRRs0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EIhOxf3PTao/s1600/Me+5:5:10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S-HPDYRRs0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EIhOxf3PTao/s320/Me+5:5:10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU LHA CHALLENGE LEADERS!!! DAMN YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now. :)&lt;br /&gt;But now... off to the races. &amp;nbsp;Going to go get myself moving. &amp;nbsp;Later guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5273186833642605687?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5273186833642605687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-35-my-long-hot-active-summer.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5273186833642605687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5273186833642605687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-35-my-long-hot-active-summer.html' title='Day 35 - My Long Hot Active Summer Challenge'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_64fX9wKuO8E/SrQZE9m8RGI/AAAAAAAABxM/uMqXnM8cfNU/s72-c/MLHAS-button2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8593506229604100873</id><published>2010-05-03T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:05:30.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33 - Exercise and me. A story of ellipticals, yoga, and getting stuck in uncomfortable positions.</title><content type='html'>First of all... &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;my elliptical is fixed!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Woo hoo!!! &amp;nbsp;*does a happy dance* &amp;nbsp;Today, one day shy of 5 months, I finally have my elliptical working properly. &amp;nbsp;My thighs, which took a beating when it was still broken, are excessively happy and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9-GEAkG5MI/AAAAAAAAADk/AOp-2W4D_lo/s1600/yoga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9-GEAkG5MI/AAAAAAAAADk/AOp-2W4D_lo/s200/yoga.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That being said, this last week and a half, when my elliptical was fully non-functional, I pulled out my yoga DVDs. &amp;nbsp;I do like yoga. I hope it will help me regain the flexibility of my youth. &amp;nbsp;And lord knows that I need to have the practice at being peaceful and centered. :) &amp;nbsp;So with this in mind, I grabbed my mat, my blocks, and popped in my Rodney Yee DVD. &amp;nbsp;I was full of optimism as I started. &amp;nbsp;But that quickly dwindled in the first few minutes. &amp;nbsp;Let me just say, that I'm sure I'm more flexible than I seem. &amp;nbsp;It's just that... well.... it's just that my flub sometimes gets in the way! &amp;nbsp;And while I wished I looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm afraid I rather looked like:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9-GTxsdVNI/AAAAAAAAADs/lmAffMFhRUM/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-gives-you-instructions-on-yoga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9-GTxsdVNI/AAAAAAAAADs/lmAffMFhRUM/s200/funny-pictures-cat-gives-you-instructions-on-yoga.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That being said, I really am going to add yoga to my exercise. &amp;nbsp;If I was questioning it, I came across this article today. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/weightloss/9301/yoga-and-weight-loss/"&gt;Yoga and Weight Loss&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talk about some perfect timing! &amp;nbsp;So the great thing is, not only am I limbering up so I don't pull anything while exercising (although I doubt I will ever be able to do the lotus position or put my leg behind my head), but it will also help me not eat as much. &amp;nbsp;BONUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of exercising....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just wanted to remind people - My Long Hot Active Summer Challenge is starting on the 5th. &amp;nbsp;If you haven't signed up, you really should. &amp;nbsp;And if not, you can just cheer me on. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope everyone has had a good weekend and has a great week ahead of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8593506229604100873?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8593506229604100873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-33-exercise-and-me-story-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8593506229604100873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8593506229604100873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-33-exercise-and-me-story-of.html' title='Day 33 - Exercise and me. A story of ellipticals, yoga, and getting stuck in uncomfortable positions.'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9-GEAkG5MI/AAAAAAAAADk/AOp-2W4D_lo/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5640190139735084072</id><published>2010-04-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:35:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 - Feeling the need to tell a funny story</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it may just be funny to me alone. &amp;nbsp;But I think that sh**s and giggles, I should share it with you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9fOHbnV2sI/AAAAAAAAADg/GsvVNkyN8Eo/s1600/morgue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9fOHbnV2sI/AAAAAAAAADg/GsvVNkyN8Eo/s200/morgue.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several years ago, I'd say in 2002 or 2003, I went to a conference in New Orleans for my work. &amp;nbsp;It was tough to be in such a great city. &amp;nbsp;Really. &amp;nbsp;Okay... truthfully? &amp;nbsp;Let's just say that I didn't &lt;i&gt;actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;see a lot of the conference. What can I say?? I was in New Orleans. I'm a history buff. And it's a beautiful city! &amp;nbsp;But anyway, one of the days we were there, a group of us went on a haunted tour. It was a lot of fun - full of haunted places and historical facts. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time. &amp;nbsp;One of the places we went was a bar called "The Morgue", which used to be the morgue in New Orleans. &amp;nbsp;(Photo acknowledgement: http://jaybarrymore.com/NewOrleans.aspx) &amp;nbsp;We decided on the spot that we were going back there that night. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, I have found out that it closed not that long after. &amp;nbsp;And I was really sad to hear about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us were walking down Bourbon street on our way to St. Philip street where the bar was located, arguing about which street we were supposed to turn down. (And for the record, Lynda and I were right. ha ha) &amp;nbsp;As we are walking, this lady, and I use the term loosely, approaches us. &amp;nbsp;"Where y'all goin'?" &amp;nbsp;Us: "The Morgue" Lady: "Well, come on. I'll show ya." And by the way, I'm from the south. I have an accent, so I'm not making fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point, we are all thinking "Okay, I'll give her a couple of bucks for showing us where it is." &amp;nbsp;So here's this tiny, tiny woman in her fatigue pants and t-shirt leading us down the street. &amp;nbsp;Then she's telling us how she works at a Voo Doo store. &amp;nbsp;Then she pulls out the "D'y'all get your readin's yet?" &amp;nbsp;Us: "Umm.. Rachel and Julie did." &amp;nbsp;(Rachel and I wanted to be able to say we had our readings done in the square. &amp;nbsp;And we joked afterwards that they all say the same thing. ) &amp;nbsp; She pulls out this ratty tarot cards, so old and tattered, you couldn't even tell what they said. &amp;nbsp;She's tossing these cards out and she's talking so fast, I don't even know to this day what she said. &amp;nbsp;All I heard was that Rachel was fertile and Lynda was coming into money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....... she tells us how much to pay her. &amp;nbsp;I honestly can't remember how much, but it was more than we were planning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;And we give it to her!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;We get to the bar... we get our drinks.... and we're really quiet. We're all just sitting there, not talking. &amp;nbsp;And then we start looking at each other and say "Did we give her money??? &amp;nbsp;We gave her money!! &amp;nbsp;We got screwed and didn't get to enjoy it!! &amp;nbsp;SHE PUT A VOO DOO CURSE ON US!" &amp;nbsp;So about a quarter down into my drink, I was feeling pretty good. &amp;nbsp;It was called "Embalming Fluid" and was served in a &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cup. &amp;nbsp;Rachel and I were getting happy and we decide we are going to get some of our money back. &amp;nbsp;And we decide to go on Bourbon street and tell people we are there for a palm readers conference. &amp;nbsp;After all .... they all say the same thing anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we get our money back?? Yes and no. &amp;nbsp;Actually money? No. Getting our drinks paid for the rest of the night? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it would usually start:&lt;br /&gt;"You've been really hurt in your past..... and you've built a wall.... but you're going to meet someone and you are going to want to take that wall down.... "blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is usually followed by:&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! &amp;nbsp;How do you know that?!" &amp;nbsp;Usually said in an awe-filled voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would come up to me and say "Your friend is really good. &amp;nbsp;She knew so much about me!" Me: "Yeah, she's been doing this for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad person??? &amp;nbsp;It may have been bad... but I have an excuse!! &amp;nbsp;We were drunk. And you do stupid things when you are drunk. &amp;nbsp;At least I didn't do something stupid like take a guy back to my hotel room. &amp;nbsp;Wait......... &amp;nbsp;is that a good thing or bad thing?? Ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story may be funnier in my head. &amp;nbsp; But I thought you may enjoy it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5640190139735084072?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5640190139735084072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-27-feeling-need-to-tell-funny-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5640190139735084072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5640190139735084072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-27-feeling-need-to-tell-funny-story.html' title='Day 27 - Feeling the need to tell a funny story'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S9fOHbnV2sI/AAAAAAAAADg/GsvVNkyN8Eo/s72-c/morgue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-9137381210583551256</id><published>2010-04-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:24:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 - And it all leads back to......</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, this weekend has been really....... trying. &amp;nbsp; And I believe it all comes back to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Curse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay men.... &amp;nbsp;time to look away. &amp;nbsp;I'm about to talk about female things. &amp;nbsp;Like Aunt Flo, bloating, and cravings. &amp;nbsp;So if you don't want to hear all of it, turn away now. &amp;nbsp;Run!! &amp;nbsp;Run away while you still can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, what is it about that time of month?? &amp;nbsp;I always know I'm about to head down the Kotex path. &amp;nbsp;I start crying at movies, or commercials, or hell, the bug that got squashed on my windshield. &amp;nbsp;"Really now, how bad can it be??" you ask. &amp;nbsp;Well, I will tell you. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, I started crying at the movie, "The Rookie." &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Rookie?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Really?! &amp;nbsp;Yeah, the one with Dennis Quaid about baseball? &amp;nbsp;What the hell?!? &amp;nbsp;A couple of days ago, I was watching a movie channel when I saw that "My Life" with Michael Keaton was coming on. &amp;nbsp;I had to turn the channel before just the &lt;i&gt;name&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of the movie made me break down in tears. &amp;nbsp;As if, in this state, I could watch a movie about a guy who has brain cancer. &amp;nbsp;Oh HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what happens is that I want to chow down on everything in sight. &amp;nbsp;And when I say everything, I mean &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;That kind of sucks when you are trying to lose weight. &amp;nbsp;I haven't gone overboard, but let's just say that I'm not expecting a huge weight loss this week. &amp;nbsp;*le sigh* &amp;nbsp;(Btw, I did eat some bread yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I had to throw it away before it became the unfortunate victim of pre-menstrual bread-icide dismemberment and slaughter. &amp;nbsp;After which I just might have been put in a cell, talking to Clarice about fava beans and chianti.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not talk about the bloating. &amp;nbsp;That's just kicking someone when they are down. &amp;nbsp;I bet Mother Nature also practices her drop-kick with little defenseless puppies too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness this is only for a few days a month. &amp;nbsp;Again I say, how the heck did men get out of this?! &amp;nbsp;They get all of the easy stuff. &amp;nbsp;(And for those guys who just might have read this, you can &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;compare getting kicked in the privates as compensation. Unless you want me to come to your house every month and rack you one. Just sayin'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-9137381210583551256?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/9137381210583551256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-25-and-it-all-leads-back-to.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9137381210583551256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9137381210583551256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-25-and-it-all-leads-back-to.html' title='Day 25 - And it all leads back to......'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2683791271798122498</id><published>2010-04-23T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:32:39.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 - I just signed up for what???</title><content type='html'>Today, I was catching up on my favorite blogs. &amp;nbsp;Mrs. HotAss at &lt;a href="http://didijusteatthatoutloud.blogspot.com/"&gt;Did I Just Eat that Out Loud&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;suggested that we check out the "My Long Hot Active Summer" challenge. &amp;nbsp;I hop right on over.... &amp;nbsp;and signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in all actuality, it should be fun! &amp;nbsp;And a motivation to get out there and be active even when you don't feel like it. &amp;nbsp;What do you guys think?? Want to do it with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge Blog: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mlhas-challenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Long Hot Active Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2683791271798122498?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2683791271798122498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-23-i-just-signed-up-for-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2683791271798122498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2683791271798122498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-23-i-just-signed-up-for-what.html' title='Day 23 - I just signed up for what???'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-3829116573778031650</id><published>2010-04-23T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:25:26.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 - And the elliptical saga continues...</title><content type='html'>First of all - I just have to say...&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2.4 pounds this week!!!! *does a little happy dance ala Numfar Dance of Joy* (Buffy/Angel fans will get that reference.)&lt;br /&gt;So YAY ME! &amp;nbsp;Just gotta keep going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON...&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the technician out to fix my elliptical. &amp;nbsp;(Yeah, I got it almost 5 months ago and it's been broken the whole time.) &amp;nbsp; And even the technician said "Man. &amp;nbsp;This is seriously messed up." &amp;nbsp;And the parts the company sent are pretty much useless, &amp;nbsp;even if they had sent enough parts to fix both parts that are broken, which they didn't. &amp;nbsp;(I'm not a big fan of Icon Fitness who owns NordicTrack. &amp;nbsp;I had to threaten to call a lawyer just to get things moving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now not only is it not fixed, but the technician took the parts home to see if he could try to get it fixed there. &amp;nbsp;This means I can't even use it until he gets it back. &amp;nbsp;But I can deal with it as long as it gets fixed! &amp;nbsp;And really, it isn't too bad of a situation since my knee is still sore from catching myself after stepping on the end of that dang power cord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not too bad. &amp;nbsp;Hope everyone is having a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-3829116573778031650?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3829116573778031650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-22-and-elliptical-saga-continues.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3829116573778031650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3829116573778031650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-22-and-elliptical-saga-continues.html' title='Day 22 - And the elliptical saga continues...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1056714464502435576</id><published>2010-04-23T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:10:02.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 -   Chubby buddy or Chubby competition??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wrote this blog for Day 21. &amp;nbsp;However, me being the brilliant person that I am, hit "Save Now" instead of "Publish Post." &amp;nbsp;I'm just smooth like that. &amp;nbsp;So here's yesterday's post.... ummm.... a day behind. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I was watching Kirstie Alley's Big Life the other night. &amp;nbsp;It's actually really funny. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, Kirstie is embarking on a weight loss program, one that she and a team developed and are now selling. (I am not doing this program - just watching what I'm eating and exercising.) &amp;nbsp;In the first episode, she asked her handyman, Jim, to be her chubby buddy and lose weight together. He agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;It's been really funny - seeing the way they handle their trials and tribulations. &amp;nbsp;Not just in the weight loss journey, but in every day life as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;But this week's episode, Jim talked about how they embarked on this journey together but that now Kirstie did not act like his teammate anymore. &amp;nbsp;See, he has steadily lost more weight than Kirstie - probably because he weighs more and, well, he's a guy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Side note: What the hell is it that makes men lose weight faster than women?? &amp;nbsp;We have a periods, and childbirth, &amp;nbsp;AND we can't lose weight?!?! &amp;nbsp;How the h*** did guys get off so easy?!?!)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Okay, sorry about that. I sometimes can't help myself. &amp;nbsp;Anyway - what was I saying?? Oh yeah, Kirstie and Jim are chubby buddies, losing weight together. &amp;nbsp;But this week, Jim was having a problem because he felt as if they weren't chubby buddies anymore. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't about doing it together anymore, but more like a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;And that's the question -- do you have any people in your life who are also trying to lose weight? &amp;nbsp;Is it a partnership or a competition? &amp;nbsp;Do you do better in your weight loss if you have someone to do it with or do you prefer to do it on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;For me, I'm a highly competitive person. &amp;nbsp;But I am still always happy for someone to lose weight. &amp;nbsp;And I like having people around me who understands what I'm trying to do, what kinds of setbacks and victories come in the process, and can push me and encourage me. &amp;nbsp;I, of course, want to do the same for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;However, I do know people who would either want 1) for me to stay the same weight so they can feel more comfortable with where they are with their weight or 2) to beat me at the weight loss game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;It's frustrating to be sure. &amp;nbsp;But what's important is that I stay on my journey and I'll get to my goal when I get to my goal. &amp;nbsp;And just hope that people come along for the ride. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1056714464502435576?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1056714464502435576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-21-chubby-buddy-or-chubby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1056714464502435576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1056714464502435576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-21-chubby-buddy-or-chubby.html' title='Day 21 -   Chubby buddy or Chubby competition??'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8281315676340875135</id><published>2010-04-19T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:01:35.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 - Something to think about.</title><content type='html'>As a catchup since I didn't blog this weekend: I started my no complex carbs thing&amp;nbsp;over the weekend.&amp;nbsp;(For reactionary purposes due to being on a meds that increases cholesterol and triglycerides. Yay.) &amp;nbsp; So far so good. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been missing out a whole lot. &amp;nbsp;Then again, &amp;nbsp;I haven't seen bread and if I do, I may attack it like Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre leaving only a splatter pattern of crumbs in my wake. &amp;nbsp;I may have to stay out of the bakery section of the supermarket when I go. &amp;nbsp;It could be quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my blah filled weekend, albeit self-imposed, I watched G.I. Jane again. &amp;nbsp;Now, I find the movie really good, in fact, I own it. &amp;nbsp;But it is completely and utterly so far from what happens that I just have to grit my teeth and suspend disbelief. &amp;nbsp;(You should check out the Navy SEALs BUD/S Class 234 series from Discovery. &amp;nbsp;Really cool.... and okaaaaaaaaaaay... hot guys too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. &amp;nbsp;(Hot men tend to do that to me.) &amp;nbsp;What I meant to talk about was the poem that the master chief quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8y2jKkoZPI/AAAAAAAAACY/fq_lXdnNR-A/s1600/blue_small_bird_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8y2jKkoZPI/AAAAAAAAACY/fq_lXdnNR-A/s200/blue_small_bird_1024x768.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I never saw a wild thing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;sorry for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;without ever having felt sorry for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really got me thinking. &amp;nbsp;I sit here and complain and say a "Woe is me" and talk about how rough I have it. &amp;nbsp;But really, I have it pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am going through a struggle right now. &amp;nbsp;However, I have to realize that I will come out on the other end. Hopefully, I will be stronger and more appreciative on the other side. &amp;nbsp;It could be that I just needed to go through this now to teach me a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the lesson is to not have self-pity about where I am. &amp;nbsp;That small bird D.H.L. talks about probably has to be alert all the time. &amp;nbsp;Making sure there's not a bigger predator after it, making a home from twigs that it has to search for, and finding bugs for it to feast upon. &amp;nbsp;That little bird doesn't sit there and mope. &amp;nbsp;It flies. &amp;nbsp;It's free. &amp;nbsp;And so can I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And really - on a positive note, &amp;nbsp;if the Earth gets hit by an asteroid and food supplies decrease.... I will live longer than the skinny little toothpicks, because I have some (okay, a lot of) fat to metabolize. &amp;nbsp;Who's laughing now twiggy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8281315676340875135?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8281315676340875135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-19-something-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8281315676340875135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8281315676340875135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-19-something-to-think-about.html' title='Day 19 - Something to think about.'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8y2jKkoZPI/AAAAAAAAACY/fq_lXdnNR-A/s72-c/blue_small_bird_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5203526756013676138</id><published>2010-04-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:54:53.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 - Scales are inconsequential...  maybe</title><content type='html'>*trying to kill herself by paper-cutting her wrists* &amp;nbsp;Well, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doesn't work. &amp;nbsp;Just as an FYI. &amp;nbsp;I guess I'll just have to persevere. &amp;nbsp;*le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried the scale again this morning. &amp;nbsp;And it's the SAME as yesterday. &amp;nbsp;But I'm comforted by the knowledge that in order to have gained weight, I would have had to eat lots of extra calories. I know I didn't, so I'm trying not to freak out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Trying! &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;On the good side, I measured myself again yesterday. &amp;nbsp;And in those few days, I lost 3 1/2 inches. &amp;nbsp;So yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was looking at possible reasons that the scale has become possessed. &amp;nbsp;(Other than it is Satan's scale.) &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping that it is water retention. &amp;nbsp;Seeing as how I am close to that time of month. &amp;nbsp;Was that TMI? &amp;nbsp;That was TMI wasn't it? &amp;nbsp;Sorry. &amp;nbsp;What?? &amp;nbsp;Aren't you interested in my personal bodily functions?! &amp;nbsp;I don't see why not. &amp;nbsp;Heh. &amp;nbsp;My question is: how the he** did men get out of the whole monthly weight gain thing?? I mean, really. &amp;nbsp;What about our evolution caused men to get the easy way out??? Grrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I went back to the dermatologist's office today. &amp;nbsp;I may not have mentioned this, but I'm now on a medication that has the potential to raise cholesterol and triglyceride levels. &amp;nbsp;And guess what?? It did. &amp;nbsp;It isn't outrageous, but my dermatologist said I needed to be on a lean protein, no complex carb diet. &amp;nbsp;Like, no milk, no red meat, no pasta, no potatoes, no.... &amp;nbsp;everything. &amp;nbsp;That also means, no latte coffees. &amp;nbsp;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;*falls to her knees* &amp;nbsp;Why hath thou forsaken me?!?!?!?!?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes deep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can do this. &amp;nbsp;But at least eating lots of fruits, veggies, and lean meats will be good for me! &amp;nbsp;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5203526756013676138?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5203526756013676138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-16-scales-are-evil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5203526756013676138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5203526756013676138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-16-scales-are-evil.html' title='Day 16 - Scales are inconsequential...  maybe'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7617978908611659779</id><published>2010-04-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:25:59.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - What the ****ing h***?!?!</title><content type='html'>Slightly perturbed this morning. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I should weigh in on Thursdays anymore. They seem to be cursed for me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know that I weighed myself on the 12th. &amp;nbsp;But today?? Today, I was 0.4 lbs heavier than I was three days ago. &amp;nbsp;How is that possible? &amp;nbsp;I exercised, I was really good about my diet. &amp;nbsp;What the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, maybe there is something wrong with the scale. &amp;nbsp;That has to be it, right? &amp;nbsp;I waited a few and let the scale reset. &amp;nbsp;Stepped on ... and I was 1 lb heavier than I was on the 12th. &amp;nbsp;I've decided that the scale is acting weird today so I'm going to do my official weigh in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no giving me crap for it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7617978908611659779?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7617978908611659779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-15-what-ing-h.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7617978908611659779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7617978908611659779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-15-what-ing-h.html' title='Day 15 - What the ****ing h***?!?!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2481753798129438924</id><published>2010-04-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:12:18.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - Fat Americans No more!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been over seas? &amp;nbsp;If so, did you hear "You Amereeecans. You know noth-een about ze food and ze health. All you amereeecans are fat, lazeee, peepul." &amp;nbsp;To which you find the urge to say "American? No, I'm Canadian. Eh. You hoser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring it up: I just read an article on Yahoo, &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/why-americans-are-overweight-and-how-the-rest-of-the-world-is-thin-1247638/"&gt;Why Americans are Overweight and How the Rest of the World is Thin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;where they discussed the reasons why there is such an obesity problem here in the U.S. versus the rest of the world. &amp;nbsp;The only thing is, the obesity problem is spreading all across the world now. &amp;nbsp;There are a lot of good points in this article, but let me just talk about a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity boils down to a just few facts. &amp;nbsp;We are eating more foods with less flavor, more calories, and bigger proportions, and moving around less. &amp;nbsp;Big shocker right?? &amp;nbsp;Nothing we don't already know. &amp;nbsp;But let's think about it. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about you, but when I was a kid, I spent all day outside playing, running around, or biking. &amp;nbsp;Today, kids spend all day inside watching TV or playing video games. Probably because with the rise of reporting of child abductions, etc., people are scared (and rightfully so) to let their kids out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was a kid, my mom (or my dad) used to cook dinner. &amp;nbsp;She wasn't a stay at home mom either. She worked all day long. &amp;nbsp;And it didn't have to be something elaborate either. &amp;nbsp;We had a home-made dinner and we ate at the table. &amp;nbsp;There was no eating dinner on the couch in front of the TV. &amp;nbsp;It was great family time with good food. &amp;nbsp;The other thing is, we only really ate out (or ordered in) after our (my sister and my) piano lessons on Tuesdays. &amp;nbsp;I remember how I was always so excited on Tuesdays, because it was a big deal to have our pizza nights. It was a special occurance. &amp;nbsp;Now, families are eating out at fast food places so often, it is mundane. &amp;nbsp;Nothing special here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of talk over the years about how Europeans are more active than Americans. And let's face it, it's true. &amp;nbsp;But here's one thing I noticed last time I was in England. &amp;nbsp;They walk or bike&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;everywhere. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Granted, it is easy to do when you don't have to go very far. &amp;nbsp;This is a point that many Europeans don't grasp how big our country was and how traveling by vehicle is a necessity about living in the U.S. &amp;nbsp;For example, I was in a museum in Cambridge, England talking to one of the docents about her recent trip to the states. &amp;nbsp;She and her friend had bought a rail pass thinking that, like in continental Europe, you can hop on a train, and be at your next destination by tea time. &amp;nbsp;It was shocking to her that they spent all day on a train and hadn't made it to the next destination. &amp;nbsp;She said that she really hadn't understood exactly how big the U.S. was. &amp;nbsp;Even in the cities, it is different. &amp;nbsp;When I was in Cambridge, you could walk wherever you wanted easily. &amp;nbsp;Not so here in the states. &amp;nbsp;So next time a European gives you trouble, just remind them about the vast difference in size our two continents are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is, with the spread of fast food franchises, etc. to other countries, along with the on-the-go mentality, obesity is spreading. &amp;nbsp;The good news is - we, as Americans, are starting to be healthier and being more conscious of the things we are putting into our bodies and being more active. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I made any sense above. &amp;nbsp;But just something to chew over. (No pun intended.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2481753798129438924?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2481753798129438924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-14-fat-americans-no-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2481753798129438924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2481753798129438924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-14-fat-americans-no-more.html' title='Day 14 - Fat Americans No more!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1735655460350885841</id><published>2010-04-13T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:11:56.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - Lean Cuisine Pizza is made by Satan.</title><content type='html'>You know how there are those items that you either 1) can't buy or 2) must by just &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that Lean Cuisine's Four Cheese Pizza, with it's temptation filled cover showing all of its (fake) gooey cheesy goodness, is one of those for me. I mean, just look at the box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8UGZUDF4mI/AAAAAAAAABw/wBAhqLd--Wo/s1600/0001380004719_150X150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8UGZUDF4mI/AAAAAAAAABw/wBAhqLd--Wo/s320/0001380004719_150X150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVIL!!!! &amp;nbsp;EVIL I SAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to just buy ONE if I do buy them in the future. &amp;nbsp;I swear, they are evil. &amp;nbsp;Probably made by Satan. &amp;nbsp;In Hell. &amp;nbsp;With crack. &amp;nbsp;A special crack called.... sodium. &amp;nbsp;That salt gets me every time! &amp;nbsp;I'm still on track for my calorie count today but still, I had 2 of those things! &lt;i&gt;Two&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;I know. &amp;nbsp;I am horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what other items can I not buy or buy one of??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:FCGuToMFW_NjmM:http://www.militaryfoodex.com/catalog/images/045000011144.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:FCGuToMFW_NjmM:http://www.militaryfoodex.com/catalog/images/045000011144.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Hostess 100 Calorie Chocolate Cupcakes &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;They really are good and only 100 calories, but it doesn't help if you eat all 6 packets.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) String cheese &lt;i&gt;(I have a tendency to eat more than one. &amp;nbsp;But I think with my new found willpower, it's doable.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Baked Lays &lt;i&gt;(It's that damn crack... I mean, sodium. &amp;nbsp;I start with the intention of eating one serving. &amp;nbsp;And I succeed.... if one serving is an entire BAG.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Milk Duds &lt;i&gt;(It's the sugar crack.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:zKjlBMlbNTjUzM:http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u375/milk-dud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:zKjlBMlbNTjUzM:http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u375/milk-dud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bread of any kind... especially if it has Jess' tomato pesto on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm know that there are TONS of others but I can't think of them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you guys? &amp;nbsp;What things can you just not buy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1735655460350885841?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1735655460350885841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-13-lean-cuisine-pizza-is-made-by.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1735655460350885841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1735655460350885841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-13-lean-cuisine-pizza-is-made-by.html' title='Day 13 - Lean Cuisine Pizza is made by Satan.'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8UGZUDF4mI/AAAAAAAAABw/wBAhqLd--Wo/s72-c/0001380004719_150X150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-714436195630519632</id><published>2010-04-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:01:07.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - And the scale addiction....</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning... the sun... well, the sun wasn't shining. In fact, it was raining. But that's beside the point. &amp;nbsp;I groped my way to the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;And there... in the corner... was The Scale. &amp;nbsp;It was just sitting there. Taunting me. &amp;nbsp;Reminding me of the almost crack-like high that comes from stepping on that little platform. (Not that I have ever done crack, but I imagine it would feel like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to resist. &amp;nbsp;Really. &amp;nbsp;I did. &amp;nbsp;But yes, I gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind that my official weigh in day is Thursday. But as of today, I lost another 1.6 pounds. YAY ME! &amp;nbsp;We'll see if that was a fluke weigh in or not on Thursday. &amp;nbsp;But cross your fingers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Monday is over. On to the next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-714436195630519632?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/714436195630519632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-12-and-scale-addiction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/714436195630519632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/714436195630519632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-12-and-scale-addiction.html' title='Day 12 - And the scale addiction....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7637766529505808728</id><published>2010-04-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:09:01.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Weekend Antics</title><content type='html'>So I've had a busy, but fun, weekend. &amp;nbsp;And guess what? &amp;nbsp;I didn't go beserk on my eating! &amp;nbsp;I know - it's shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I slept in. &amp;nbsp;They say that to lose weight it is imperative to get your sleep. &amp;nbsp; I must have taken it to heart because I woke up at 11am. &amp;nbsp;I had my coffee, which is a must! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here's a tip for coffee drinkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I, as you might now from one of my first posts, am addicted to coffee. &amp;nbsp;And my favorite is a Starbucks Venti Iced Caramel Latte. &amp;nbsp;Oh. &amp;nbsp;My mouth just started watering. Damnit. &amp;nbsp;But in order to cut back calories, and money, I have switched to making coffee at home. &amp;nbsp;I use the Via packets from Starbucks (the medium strength, in the orange box), which are instant coffee packets, but actually quite good. &amp;nbsp;And then I add a hot chocolate packet to it. &amp;nbsp;I splurge and use the Swiss Miss milk chocolate packets, which are 120 calories. &amp;nbsp;But you can use sugar free which will cut down both calories and sugar. &amp;nbsp;And it's really good! &amp;nbsp;At least I think so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my late start, I ran out the door without much to eat. &amp;nbsp;Bad. I know. &amp;nbsp;I made my way to the hair salon. &amp;nbsp;Purple hair no more! &amp;nbsp;It looks really great, if I do say so myself! &amp;nbsp;But as much as I love my stylist, she takes her sweet time on things. &amp;nbsp;So after 4 hours at the salon, yes I said &lt;i&gt;four &lt;/i&gt;hours, I had to go directly to Yuri's Night to see the planes fly. &amp;nbsp;(Did I mention I'm a plane/flying fanatic?) &amp;nbsp;I didn't stay long because, well, I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with my bad eating habits that day, I still didn't go home and binge eat because I was starving. &amp;nbsp;So yay me!! So at the end of the day, I'm feeling pretty good.... I had a good day... got ready to snuggle up in bed. &amp;nbsp;You know that feeling of anticipation before getting all comfy and snuggled in bed?? &amp;nbsp;Yeah... well, I sat on the bed and..... *SNAP* *bed goes plop* &amp;nbsp;*insert tons of cussing here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup -- you know you need to lose weight when... YOU BREAK YOUR FREAKIN' BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is fixable, but in the meantime, at least I found a use for some of my old text books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8Lf6iSXAcI/AAAAAAAAABo/nVkOKeyWCmI/s1600/Photo+32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8Lf6iSXAcI/AAAAAAAAABo/nVkOKeyWCmI/s320/Photo+32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At least it allows me to sleep in my bed right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did a lot of running around today, returning things to store in the mall. &amp;nbsp;(I hate the mall.) &amp;nbsp;But this evening, I went over to a friend of mine's for dinner. &amp;nbsp;I was prepared to kind of blow my diet. &amp;nbsp;But the great thing is, Jessica is already healthy and fixed a healthy dinner. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping to get some recipes from her and I'll post them if I'm allowed. &amp;nbsp;We had some french bread de la campagne with this really great sun dried tomatoes pesto that Jess made. Omg - I could have kept eating that forever. It was so good! For dinner we had pork chops and couscous. &amp;nbsp;And some chardonnay. &amp;nbsp;It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? &amp;nbsp;Even with all of the deliciousness of dinner, I came in on my target calorie count for today! &amp;nbsp;WOO HOO! &amp;nbsp;I'm telling you... if I don't do well on the scale this week, I'll be very frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend in a nutshell. &amp;nbsp;Hope you guys had a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7637766529505808728?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7637766529505808728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-11-weekend-antics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7637766529505808728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7637766529505808728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-11-weekend-antics.html' title='Day 11 - Weekend Antics'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8Lf6iSXAcI/AAAAAAAAABo/nVkOKeyWCmI/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-539108265933398331</id><published>2010-04-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:50:18.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - Holy s***balls Moments - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Wow. &amp;nbsp;Part 2 came right on the heels of "Holy s***balls Part 1". &amp;nbsp;Didn't see that one coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know, today started off as any other day, except that this seemed like a blah kind of Friday. &amp;nbsp;I'm in the lab this morning, doing mundane stuff, wishing I was outside in the sun. &amp;nbsp;Still bummin' about my 1.5 pound loss this week, but trying to be appreciative. &amp;nbsp;And then..... I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://didijusteatthatoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-make-deal.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;MrsFatass' blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Go ahead and go read it. &amp;nbsp;I'll wait here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I know right?!?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*bangs head on desk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Let me tell you what this reminds me of.... &amp;nbsp;(Warning: I am getting serious here.) &amp;nbsp;A little over a year and a half ago, one of my best friends was diagnosed with cancer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S793CdtuG9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TrAGlAPoz6g/s1600/ScottCropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S793CdtuG9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TrAGlAPoz6g/s200/ScottCropped.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Good looking guy, huh??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wanted to go visit him where he was living as he was getting treated etc. &amp;nbsp;In preparation, I got my butt on the treadmill because I wanted to lose some of the chub before seeing him again. &amp;nbsp;Every time I was on that treadmill and wanted to quit, I would think "You know, Scott is having chemo right now. &amp;nbsp;He'd kill to be on this treadmill." And I'd keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;He passed away that October. &amp;nbsp;And did I honor him by staying on the path to get myself healthy again? &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I let things go to hell in a handbasket. &amp;nbsp;And MrsFatass reminded me of that. &amp;nbsp;Not in a bad way... it wasn't like she was saying "Jules.... you know, you are such a slackass. &amp;nbsp;You should be ashamed of yourself." &amp;nbsp;Well....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;she was saying that, but the MrsFatass in my head definitely wouldn't. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The point is: her acknowledgement of those who have the spirit and the personality, but whose body doesn't allow them to do all of the things they want to do reminded me that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a body that is capable and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be active and healthy. &amp;nbsp;She reminded me that I need to appreciate the health that I have and that I am capable of living a healthy life. &amp;nbsp;She reminded me to stop punishing my body with crap food and to cherish it with foods that are good for me and that will fuel it for what it needs to and wants to do. &amp;nbsp;She reminded me that I need to appreciate that I can get on the treadmill, or elliptical, or heck, just go take a walk - because there are some many people, like Scott, like my dad, who would have given anything to have the abilities that I have now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So thanks MrsFatass. &amp;nbsp;Today's cardio session is dedicated to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-539108265933398331?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/539108265933398331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-9-holy-sballs-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/539108265933398331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/539108265933398331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-9-holy-sballs-part-2.html' title='Day 9 - Holy s***balls Moments - Part 2'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S793CdtuG9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TrAGlAPoz6g/s72-c/ScottCropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5873731382972970638</id><published>2010-04-08T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:12:04.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Holy s***balls moments - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is Part 1 because I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;there will be other holy s*** ball moments. &amp;nbsp;There always are. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's all skinny jeans and cute tops until you realize your health is involved.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now, I wanted to start getting back in shape because I wanted to be healthy, feel good, have energy... and... well.... I wanted to look cute in clothes again. &amp;nbsp;Who doesn't? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Only a few years ago, I looked like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t49/ARJules_photos/47fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t49/ARJules_photos/47fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t49/ARJules_photos/Picture59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t49/ARJules_photos/Picture59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;HOWEVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;About 5 years and a bunch of professor assoholic behavior later, I'm 100 pounds bigger. &amp;nbsp;Granted, part of the reason I have been able to ignore the situation is that I have this superhero ability to look in the mirror and actually not see exactly how fat I am. &amp;nbsp;It's impressive to tell you the truth. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;It was one thing to sit and look at my former cute, and might I say, kick-ass wardrobe and wish all day long I could fit back into my clothes. &amp;nbsp;But what really freaked me out?? &amp;nbsp;Getting the results of a blood panel back. &amp;nbsp;See, I decided that at my age, I'm tired of worrying about wrinkles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; acne so I decided to try a different medication; one that requires testing blood levels beforehand. &amp;nbsp;(I know, sounds scary. But really, who wants pimples at age 36??) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And what came up? &amp;nbsp;I had low HDL cholesterol (The good kind of cholesterol, which has always been low for me.) and borderline high triglycerides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oh. Holy. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;What does the hell does that mean??? First thing I do? &amp;nbsp;Reach for the Google. &amp;nbsp;Oh internet. &amp;nbsp;It's such a wonderful thing........ except when it TOTALLY FREAKS YOU OUT!!!!! &amp;nbsp;The first article I read,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/news/20090903/Low-HDL-cholesterol-and-high-triglycerides-linked-to-increased-risk-of-CHD.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Low HDL-cholesterol and high triglycerides linked to increased risk of CHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;starts out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Low levels of high-density &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/health/What-are-Lipoproteins.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;lipoprotein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/health/Cholesterol-What-is-Cholesterol.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;  (HDL-C) and raised triglycerides, affecting millions of patients  worldwide, are strongly linked to significantly increased risk of  coronary heart disease (CHD) even in patients who achieve or surpass  current low density &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/health/What-are-Lipoproteins.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;lipoprotein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-medical.net/health/Cholesterol-What-is-Cholesterol.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;  (LDL-C) targets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Great. &amp;nbsp;Fan-flippin'-tastic. &amp;nbsp;What causes low HDLs and high triglycerides you ask? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/cholesterol-management/tc/high-triglycerides-overview"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WebMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; states that along with other factors such as taking certain kinds of medicines (listed at the above link) low HDL/high triglyceride levels are caused by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; High     triglycerides are usually caused by other conditions, such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Obesity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Poorly controlled     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/diabetes" onclick="return sl(this,'hw','embd-lnk');"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;An underactive thyroid (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/hypothyroidism" onclick="return sl(this,'hw','embd-lnk');"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;hypothyroidism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Kidney     disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Regularly eating more calories than you     burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Drinking a lot of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So yeah.... &amp;nbsp; this freaked me out just a tad. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't that I didn't think about any of the health problems that accompanies obesity issues. &amp;nbsp;But my method of coping with such health related problems consisted of putting my fingers in my ears and yelling "LA LA&amp;nbsp;LA LA&amp;nbsp;LA LA&amp;nbsp;LA LA&amp;nbsp;LA LA!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;While I want to look cute and fit into clothes, I really couldn't deny that my health was at serious risk. &amp;nbsp;And here we are! &amp;nbsp;Week 2 and still kickin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5873731382972970638?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5873731382972970638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-sballs-moments-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5873731382972970638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5873731382972970638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-sballs-moments-part-1.html' title='Holy s***balls moments - Part 1'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7632041093053783683</id><published>2010-04-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:14:11.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Weigh in Day. Are you kidding me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm trying to remain calm, cool, and collected here. I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I've been really good this week. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp; Using Daily Plate, I've been following the calorie count to lose 2 pounds per week with my normal lifestyle activity level. &amp;nbsp;(Not including any exercise.) On top of that, I had 4 days of cardio. &amp;nbsp;So I should see a bit more than 2 pounds right? &amp;nbsp;In fact, I figured it out. &amp;nbsp;I should lose around 2.5 pounds. But I'm shooting for 2 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I got up this morning and was pretty excited to be honest. &amp;nbsp;What's that scale going to read??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I climbed out of bed. &amp;nbsp;Groggily (I'm so not a morning person) made my way into the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Did my normal morning business. (You know what I mean. &amp;nbsp;Everyone makes sure they pee before weighing.) &amp;nbsp;Pulled off my clothes, because seriously - who wants to see excess poundage from clothing. &amp;nbsp;Step on the scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.5 *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*in' pounds? Are you kidding me?? I worked that hard for 1.5 freakin' pounds??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Well, I guess that 1.5 pounds lost is better than 1 pound... or losing nothing... or heaven forbid GAINING. &amp;nbsp;But man..... &amp;nbsp;it's hard to shoot for something, think you've got it, and see it fall short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I will endeavor to be happy about my 1.5 pounds and not be disappointed. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;, after all, 1.5 pounds less than I weighed last week. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm going to start tracking my inches so that I know that I'm losing inches even if I don't lose a lot of pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hope you guys are having a good week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7632041093053783683?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7632041093053783683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-8-weigh-in-day-are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7632041093053783683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7632041093053783683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-8-weigh-in-day-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Day 8 - Weigh in Day. Are you kidding me?!'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7061312719336889568</id><published>2010-04-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:14:49.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Day 6 - And the battle against stress eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;DAMN YOU TAXES!!! DAMN YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*deep breath* &amp;nbsp;Okay, now that is out of the way.... &amp;nbsp;*clears throat* &amp;nbsp;I'm sure that when our founding fathers thought "We should have some taxes to pay for government programs" they weren't thinking about little 'ol me 234 years later and the possible effect taxes could have on my diet. &amp;nbsp;If they were.... shame on you Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, and all the rest of you founding parents of our country!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But the point it, I've been doing well... chugging along on the weight loss path. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling good. &amp;nbsp;And then..... I had my mom's tax person check my return. &amp;nbsp;And BAM!!!! &amp;nbsp;What?? What do you mean I have to add this checkmark on my return? &amp;nbsp;It's going to add HOW much to my taxes owed?? &amp;nbsp;Where's the nearest cookie? Seriously! &amp;nbsp;I need a cookie. &amp;nbsp;NOW. &amp;nbsp;Don't stand between me and my cookie! &amp;nbsp;If I have to, &amp;nbsp;I will mainline it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But really, what is it that makes you want to chow down when things get stressful?? The urge to shove anything (well, anything available anyway) in my mouth was so overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;However, I did realize what was happening and I ended up having a yogurt and getting on the elliptical for 20 minutes instead. *pats herself on the back*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I hope that I can continue dealing with the stress in a somewhat healthy manner instead of shoving food in my face! &amp;nbsp;Cross your fingers for me! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And if you are betting on if I will cave in or not, put me down for $10 that I'll stick with it. &amp;nbsp;(I need the money anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7061312719336889568?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7061312719336889568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-6-and-battle-against-stress-eating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7061312719336889568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7061312719336889568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-6-and-battle-against-stress-eating.html' title='Day 6 - And the battle against stress eating'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-351241341315430576</id><published>2010-04-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:15:04.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>I'm FREE!! I'm FREE!!! - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So... the two people who read this might have noticed I haven't been around. &amp;nbsp;I had been working 14 hour days trying to get my part done for this project at work. &amp;nbsp;But I'm done!!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm FREEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*Jules imagines herself running and leaping through a field of wildflowers singing "The Hills are Alive... with the Sound of Muuuuuusssiiiiiic..." while her incredibly good looking, smart, funny, accomplished, and great in bed boyfriend waits for her with diamonds and champagne*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dreamworld screeches to a halt when reality raises its ugly head as my dog sitting beside me farts. &amp;nbsp;Oh life. *sigh* OH! My lungs! They are burning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay, I just had my oxygen feed going to help my lungs after Farty McFartenston Dog tried to kill me by gassing me to death. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't mean it.... no really, he doesn't really snicker in his little doggie way as I'm gasping for breath and diving through the window screen to get fresh air. He's a good dog. &amp;nbsp;*cough* &amp;nbsp;Moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So as I said, my work has been KILLING me lately. &amp;nbsp;But I am finally done with this project. Just in time to save my sanity. &amp;nbsp;And good news boys and girls. I actually got off my toosh and started doing something about my weight. &amp;nbsp;I know! I'm shocked too. &amp;nbsp;But it definitely feels different this time around - like a part of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided that I was going to start this journey on April 1st. &amp;nbsp;(How weird is it that I picked April Fool's Day to start this journey?) &amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;I'm only on day five, but I'm feeling pretty good. &amp;nbsp;I'm using Livestrong's Daily Plate to keep track of what I'm eating and counting my calories. And I'm not even cheating!! (You know we all say "Ummm.. it's that many calories? I bet I didn't have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; serving.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I also started working out on my elliptical too. &amp;nbsp;My friend, Katie, came to visit a couple of weeks ago, and I'm afraid to say, she used the elliptical more in her 5 days here than I had in a couple of months. &amp;nbsp;*hangs head in shame* I know!!! &amp;nbsp;But, I have since corrected this situation. &amp;nbsp;This is day 3 on the elliptical, but I'm taking tomorrow off. &amp;nbsp;I do love having an elliptical in my apt so I can watch the tv and no one can see me huffing and puffing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now that I have bored you guys... let me pose a question... When you guys work out, what do you like to watch?? &amp;nbsp;Do you need something action packed, or can you watch the grass grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay - off to sleepy time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-351241341315430576?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/351241341315430576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-free-im-free-day-5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/351241341315430576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/351241341315430576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-free-im-free-day-5.html' title='I&apos;m FREE!! I&apos;m FREE!!! - Day 5'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8977755811913804008</id><published>2010-01-07T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:15:18.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Karma and the 12-inch stride from hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm thinking that the universe is trying to tell me something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Remember how I told you that I got an elliptical trainer?&amp;nbsp; Works great, except I can't move the stride lengths because the pin mechanism is broken.&amp;nbsp; I called.&amp;nbsp; After about 1/2 hour trying to explain that a brand new machine shouldn't be broken, they sent me the replacement parts and had a gentleman *cough* not-so-gentlemanly *uncough* call me to tell me to call him when I get the parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Parts came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;One out of three were backordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Still haven't gotten the parts, nor have I had my elliptical fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's karma.&amp;nbsp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;go to do something good and healthy for me, and what happens? It's broken.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I did something bad and it's the universes way of telling me what a horrible person I am....&amp;nbsp; Maybe the swearing and yelling at people on the highway to and from work has come back to bite me in the ass. Maybe it's the revelry I had in daydreaming about my ex-graduate adviser waking up with a missing penis, which shouldn't be too bad since it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; to be extremely tiny in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe it was the wishing that the woman at the store who was incredibly mean to me got her comeuppance for which she had to grovel at my feet and beg my forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Whatever it was, it came back and slapped me down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okaaaaaaaaay.... so it doesn't mean that I can't use it.&amp;nbsp; It's set on the 12" stride which works your quads. But let's be honest here.&amp;nbsp; After about 1 minute on that setting, and my legs are screaming "What the hell?!?!&amp;nbsp; Nothing for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;three years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;??&amp;nbsp; Have you started doing drugs or something??"&amp;nbsp; Sadly, no, I can't blame my self torture on drugs of any kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And I'm sure that in some strange parallel universe there's the anti-me who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; to have this problem and is on the elliptical 10 hours a day, happy as a clam. But this is my universe and the elliptical isn't getting much action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But!&amp;nbsp; I vow from this moment to stop grumbling at the brokeness of my elliptical, and ignore the complaints of my quads, and get back up and going.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how it goes. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8977755811913804008?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8977755811913804008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma-and-12-inch-stride-from-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8977755811913804008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8977755811913804008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma-and-12-inch-stride-from-hell.html' title='Karma and the 12-inch stride from hell...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5443029047626282655</id><published>2010-01-06T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:15:31.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Erik Chopin: Confessions of a Reality Show Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I am only 8 minutes into this show and felt the overwhelming urge to write a commentary about this show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, Erik Chopin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikchopin.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Erik Chopin's Webpage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;was the Season 3 Biggest Loser winner.&amp;nbsp; He was awesome - and looked pretty hot, I might add! :)&amp;nbsp; He weighed in at 407 lbs at the beginning of Biggest Loser and finished at 193 lbs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4pack.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/biggest-loser-eric-chopin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4pack.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/biggest-loser-eric-chopin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But now he's crept back up to 368.2 lbs.&amp;nbsp; He recently decided to be up front with his struggle on shows like Oprah and Biggest Loser's "Where are they now?" recap show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dietsinreview.com/diet_column/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/erik-chopin-300x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.dietsinreview.com/diet_column/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/erik-chopin-300x225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And tonight he was on a short documentary called "Confessions of a Reality Show Loser."&amp;nbsp; He was really candid about his struggles with weight especially after the show.&amp;nbsp; I can almost feel what he must be feeling because I, too, thought "I will never put this weight back on again." And where am I? Back to my highest weight ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;There are a few things that he talked about on a new documentary&amp;nbsp; that I wanted to cover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The part that got me frustrated enough to start this commentary was his wife's reaction.&amp;nbsp; She started crying and saying things like "I can't go through this again." and "I'm sorry. I feel bad for you."&amp;nbsp; I know that she just wants her husband to be happy. I understand that. I really do.&amp;nbsp; But some of the things she said made my jaw drop and wince a bit.&amp;nbsp; I know that she didn't mean it the way it sounded, but if someone said those things to me, it would have made me feel horrible inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; But I wish she heard what he said when he said that he didn't want to live and she asked why... he said "Cause I can't figure out what else I should be doing on this planet."&amp;nbsp; And I'm right there with him.&amp;nbsp; Weight issues are always about something else besides food.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is about not knowing what is really your passion in life, and feeling like you are trapped in a life that you don't really want. (My words, not his.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AH HA! I was right.&amp;nbsp; He had sold his business while doing the promotion with the Biggest Loser.&amp;nbsp; And when the money he won and the money from endorsements dwindled, he had to find a job, which meant that he ended up working for/with his dad.&amp;nbsp; This job he says he doesn't hate but....&amp;nbsp; like I said, there's no passion.&amp;nbsp; With that came depression.&amp;nbsp; With depression comes weight gain. Yeah... I don't know anything about that.&amp;nbsp; Nope. Not a bit. *cough*&amp;nbsp; *looking for lightning to strike me down* MOVIN' ON!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erik's mom is kind of busting his chops about people asking her about him and "Is he keeping the weight off?" etc.&amp;nbsp; Followed up by "I have a busy schedule, and I find the time."&amp;nbsp; And the next part??&amp;nbsp; What did she cook for them? BABY BACK RIBS!! What the hell?!?!&amp;nbsp; You can not bust him for weight gain and then feed him baby back ribs. Because..... "It's Sunday." and that's a special day so it should be okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Of course, this has had a toll on their marriage.&amp;nbsp; The intimacy has gone down, which again, I understand. But I also understand that when his wife and his mother tried to approach him about, it "was not well received" and that he did some head biting. Again, been there, done that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The counselor just asked him if he could make a commitment to making different choices, and Erik said "I know the right answer, but I also know... it will be so f'ing hard." (He did say eff-ing, not the actual f-word.)&amp;nbsp; He knows, and I know, that making the healthy decisions makes you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;. But when you see how many pounds you have to lose, it becomes almost debilitating when you think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; But the biggest part was admitting that you let yourself become like this and actually own up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay, going to post this and if there's anything else, I'll come back and edit. Later taters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5443029047626282655?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5443029047626282655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/01/erik-chopin-confessions-of-reality-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5443029047626282655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5443029047626282655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2010/01/erik-chopin-confessions-of-reality-show.html' title='Erik Chopin: Confessions of a Reality Show Loser'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-3027280576531876485</id><published>2009-12-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:15:44.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Another article: Taming PMS. Can you tame that kind of thing??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So again... was reading an article on Jillian Michaels.com about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jillianmichaels.com/fitness-and-diet-tips/tips-for-taming-pms"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Five Tips for Taming PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Wait.... how do they know I'm in the midst of PMS??&amp;nbsp; What do they know??&amp;nbsp; Do they have cameras in my apartment seeing me fight (and sometimes not successfully) wanting to eat everything in sight? Do they know I'm in the ravages of PMS this very second??&amp;nbsp; How did they know I needed to know how to tame my PMS??&amp;nbsp; Maybe they are psychic.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;ANYWAY -- to pass on this helpful advice: here is what they suggest for keeping the big, bad PMS monster away. (Straight from the above link. My comments are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Exercise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; You may not want to, but get in your workout anyway. The endorphin rush will help relieve cramps and raise your levels of serotonin, a mood-lifting neurotransmitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Damnit... how do they know what I least want to do when PMSing. ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; have the elliptical for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I really shouldn't have gotten it... no excuses now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Get some R&amp;amp;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Adequate sleep and less stress will put you in a better hormonal position to handle the physiological imbalance that PMS brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh sleep...&amp;nbsp; how I love thee. But being part vampire (i.e. being a night owl who loves to stay up late) makes getting enough sleep kind of hard. But I do love my sleep. And I will find a way!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cut out most alcohol, caffeine, and salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Alcohol can exacerbate feelings of depression, so steer clear. Reducing caffeine may minimize breast tenderness and irritability, and cutting salt can reduce bloat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Alcohol, salt *gasp*, and... and... CAFFEINE?!?! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *falls to her knees and shakes her fist at the sky* Why hast thou forsaken me?! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Minimize simple sugars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Ideally, you're doing this all the time, but it's especially important before your period. Simple sugars may increase inflammation, making cramps worse. Eating regular meals and snacks with fiber and protein will help keep your blood sugar stable, which is a lot better for those raw nerves than blood-sugar swings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*her hand holding chocolate (100 calorie pack) stops midway to her mouth* *puts it down*&amp;nbsp; What?? What chocolate? *throws it behind her* I don't see any chocolate.&amp;nbsp; . . . Crap.. now I have to clean chocolate off of white walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Consider supplements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Calcium may reduce symptoms of PMS, so shoot for at least 1,200 mg a day. Magnesium is also helpful, as are B complex vitamins. To reduce the inflammation of cramps and breast tenderness, try a primrose-oil supplement; it's a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory that may work in ways similar to ibuprofen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I don't think they make supplements for what I have.&amp;nbsp; Seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So there you go.&amp;nbsp; I hope that these tips help you guys as much as it will help me. .... I hope. Later taters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-3027280576531876485?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3027280576531876485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-article-taming-pms-can-you-tame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3027280576531876485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/3027280576531876485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-article-taming-pms-can-you-tame.html' title='Another article: Taming PMS. Can you tame that kind of thing??'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-9214359597830815085</id><published>2009-12-08T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:27:15.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Diet Busters: Or as I refer to them.. heaven on a stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I was reading an article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/photogallery/Snack-food-hall-of-shame.aspx?xid=nl_EverydayHealthDietandNutrition_20091208"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Everyday Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; about holiday diet busters.&amp;nbsp; And someone of them made me cringe with the knowledge of exactly how bad they were for me.&amp;nbsp; Others, it didn't bother me so much.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would go through the list with you all and share in my misery ... and make you guys as hungry as it made me. :) &amp;nbsp;But keep in mind, at the above link, they give you other options instead of the butt enlarging, thigh engourging items below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Au Bon Pain Carrot Walnut Spice Muffin.&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy but anything with the word "pain" in it has to be kind of bad. I mean, I know it's french and all, but I don't want anything from a place that has that word in it.&amp;nbsp; But here's the kicker... that amazing, soft, delicious muffin??&amp;nbsp; 550 calories, 24 grams of fat!!&amp;nbsp; Wait... my butt just got bigger. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Dunkin' Donuts Chocolate Chip Muffin: &amp;nbsp;Again, another one that I can live without. &amp;nbsp;I think that there's a muffin consipiracy. &amp;nbsp;Really. Think about it. &amp;nbsp;When you think of muffin, you think "Didn't our forefathers eat muffins all the time?? &amp;nbsp;They were good hardy stock!" &amp;nbsp;It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.... but then you find out that the item you relied on is 590 calories and 24 grams of fat. &amp;nbsp;That's tantamount to going on the perfect date, having a little bit too much wine, bringing the guy home just to wake up alone with some money on the nightstand. *sigh*&amp;nbsp; Not that that's happened to me. &amp;nbsp;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Mrs. Fields Semi-Sweet Chocolate &amp;amp; Walnuts Cookie: &amp;nbsp;I would just like to say, my cookies would kick Mrs. Fields' cookies in the butt. &amp;nbsp;Just sayin'. &amp;nbsp;But here's the deal.. 310 calories and 16 grams of fat. Mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; doesn't have that many calories and fat in them. &amp;nbsp;I take the calories out. *cough* *choke* *looks for lightning to strike her dead* &amp;nbsp;Actually, their recommendation is&amp;nbsp;Chocolate Chip Cookies made with part apple sauce. I hear it's pretty good. Check the above link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;4. Krispy Kreme Glazed Creme Filled Doughnut -&amp;nbsp;360 calories, 19 grams of fat. Again, something I can live without. &amp;nbsp;Doughnuts have never been a big deal for me. Although, if someone brings them to work and there's all that luscious glaze just calling my name.... I do generally give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Jamba Juice Peanut Butter Moo'd -&amp;nbsp;860 calories, 21 grams of fat. &amp;nbsp;I have to say, I have never had one of these. I personally prefer the Strawberries Wild (250 Calories). &amp;nbsp;But they have to menu and nutritional info out up front so you can peruse until you find something that you like and fits your calorie count. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Cinnabon Classic Roll - Now I know what you are all saying. &amp;nbsp;"But it's CINNABON! &amp;nbsp;Isn't it at least no calories when you are stuck in the airport and you are smelling all of that Cinnabon-iness??" &amp;nbsp;But no... sorry. &amp;nbsp;Even the airport Cinnabon will deliver you&amp;nbsp;730 calories, 24 grams of fat. I know. &amp;nbsp;But try to resist. &amp;nbsp;Put the earplugs you brought for the flight in your nose, and you won't smell it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Starbucks Grande White Chocolate Mocha -&amp;nbsp;480 calories, 20 grams of fat (with whole milk). &amp;nbsp;There are LOTS of fixes for this. &amp;nbsp;First, go to the Starbucks online menu and nutritional info. &amp;nbsp;Pick out the drink best for you. &amp;nbsp;First off, go with skim milk and no whipped cream. &amp;nbsp;But here's something I have been doing lately: Buy the Starbucks "Via" packets. &amp;nbsp;They are instant coffee packets but taste GREAT! I add a package of hot chocolate with it and VOILA! Cafe Mocha! Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So there ya go!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-9214359597830815085?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/9214359597830815085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/diet-busters-or-as-i-refer-to-them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9214359597830815085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/9214359597830815085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/diet-busters-or-as-i-refer-to-them.html' title='Diet Busters: Or as I refer to them.. heaven on a stick'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8003459070137774553</id><published>2009-12-04T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:27:35.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Wait... what? I have no excuse now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;DAMNIT! Foiled again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I got my elliptical today. WOO HOO! Although now, all excuses for not getting cardio in are voided. But that's okay.&amp;nbsp; I put it together myself over the course of a few hours. And I was really excited.... but it was too good to last.&amp;nbsp; My elliptical has an adjustable stride length.&amp;nbsp; The kind were you pull the pin and adjust the bars.&amp;nbsp; But I went to adjust it.&amp;nbsp; So I pulled the pin... and I pulled... and pulled harder... got down on the floor and braced my feet against the machine and pulled with two arms.&amp;nbsp; NOTHING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My brand new NordicTrack elliptical is broken. *sigh*&amp;nbsp; But they are sending the part out and a technician. But I have to wait another week.&amp;nbsp; That's incredibly annoying.&amp;nbsp; No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I can now get cardio in while watching TV which I think it way cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8003459070137774553?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8003459070137774553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait-what-i-have-no-excuse-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8003459070137774553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8003459070137774553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait-what-i-have-no-excuse-now.html' title='Wait... what? I have no excuse now?'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2499921852541377</id><published>2009-12-03T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:28:05.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Jennie's Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I recently discussed weight loss/exercise with a friend of mine, Jennie.&amp;nbsp; Jennie has a claim to fame on this blog by coming up with the title "Climbing out of the Lard Pit."&amp;nbsp; She's a funny gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; considered Jennie overweight in the slightest, but she has been taking health and exercise quite seriously. She has some major self will and determination!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to ask her, since she has a rockin' post- *garbled mumbled age* body, what her regiment was and if she had any tips for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The first thing she said, and I totally agree, is that you have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;make the decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I know that is the reason I was unwilling and unable to do anything about my weight before this.&amp;nbsp; I just hadn't gotten to the place where I was ready to do it.&amp;nbsp; Get your mind in the right place, and it will happen from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;One tool that Jennie found extremely helpful for her and suggested for me is Livestrong's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/thedailyplate/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The Daily Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;."&amp;nbsp; I took a look at it and it really is a great website tool.&amp;nbsp; It allows you enter how many pounds a week you want to lose and it calculates how many calories you need eat for that weight loss.&amp;nbsp; (Just don't put in 10 pounds for a week okay?)&amp;nbsp; You can track the foods you eat and get your calorie count for the day&amp;nbsp; - - which forced some accountability on you too. (As long as you don't "forget" to add that donut you had at this office. ha ha) You can enter any exercise that you do to find out how many calories you actually burned.&amp;nbsp; And the best part is that it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; YAY!&amp;nbsp; Something worthwhile that you don't have to pay for. Isn't that something?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Something that worked for Jennie is the dreaded 'no eating after 8pm.'&amp;nbsp; That's a hard thing to do for night owls like us!&amp;nbsp; Also, if you need a snack during the day, pick something like one package of light string cheese (60 calories), or a piece of fruit or a veggie.&amp;nbsp; That is much better than chips out of the vending machine (even if they are baked chips).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;For exercise, when she's not hitting the gym hardcore, she suggests an 1 1/2 hours at the gym.&amp;nbsp; I didn't write this down but I think that is an hour of cardio and 1/2 hour of weights.&amp;nbsp; When she's hitting the gym hardcore, it can be anything from yoga to weight training to cardio classes to treadmill, etc.&amp;nbsp; And if I'm correct, I believe she hits the gym twice a day when she's hardcore.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell ya -- this woman has some determination!!&amp;nbsp; Did I mention she runs marathons too?&amp;nbsp; I know... I think she's crazy too. :)&amp;nbsp; But what can I say? I like crazy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And so ends Volume 1 of "Fabbity Fab Advice from the Dr. Ruth's of Health and Wellness to the Attempting Escapees of the Lardpit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2499921852541377?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2499921852541377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/jennies-advice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2499921852541377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2499921852541377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/jennies-advice.html' title='Jennie&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-1223149473376583064</id><published>2009-12-02T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:28:26.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Attack of the angry garden gnomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So it has been a while since I have posted. My excuse?? Ummm.... I fell in the toilet and got stuck. And living off of the dog food that my dog brings me.....&amp;nbsp; Which is a good thing because my cat would just come in to get pet and ended up hording her own food.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I got unstuck because she was eyeing me like I was a juicy T-Bone and was getting ready to Nom-nom-nom on my rather large toosh once I went to the golden toilet in the sky.&amp;nbsp; Don't believe it?&amp;nbsp; Ummmm..... I have been held captive by angry garden gnomes. They locked me in a room and forced me to play Scattergories with them non-stop for weeks.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why they have something against me.&amp;nbsp; I've never owned a garden gnome in my life.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, while they were arguing over how many points they get, I was able to gnaw through the ropes and escape out of the air duct.&amp;nbsp; (It was a really large air duct.)&amp;nbsp; No?? Damnit!&amp;nbsp; OKAY!&amp;nbsp; Fine!&amp;nbsp; I've been sucked into life and work.&amp;nbsp; *insert sigh here*&amp;nbsp; This life/work thing gets in the way of fun things like writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BUT ---- now I'm back. YAY!&amp;nbsp; Did you guys miss me? Oh wait... I think I'm writing just to myself.&amp;nbsp; But that's okay.&amp;nbsp; So I have several things I want to write about, but I will do that in other posts.&amp;nbsp; Before I do that, I'll give you an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I finally stepped on the scale.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW!&amp;nbsp; I hate that thing, at least right now I do.&amp;nbsp; And as depressing as this is to admit, I am officially the heaviest I have ever been.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;, that doesn't mean that I will stay this way.&amp;nbsp; But here's the good thing: something happened lately.&amp;nbsp; I have been more positive, inspired, and ready to go.&amp;nbsp; You know how you have to have a point where you just get tired of it and decide to change things?&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm there.&amp;nbsp; It took a long time - try a couple of years, but I finally got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The other good thing: I bought an elliptical!&amp;nbsp; WOO HOO! Now I can exercise if I want to watch TV or if it is later in the day or in the morning before going to work. YAY!&amp;nbsp; I figure that even if I have it on lower resistance, it's still better than sitting my toosh on the couch!&amp;nbsp; And of course getting a decent workout in 5 days a week.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitness-equipment-source.com/images/models/nordictrack-e5vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fitness-equipment-source.com/images/models/nordictrack-e5vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So how is everyone else doing? Are you gearing up for the holidays? Or letting things go? Let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-1223149473376583064?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1223149473376583064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/attack-of-angry-garden-gnomes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1223149473376583064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/1223149473376583064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/attack-of-angry-garden-gnomes.html' title='Attack of the angry garden gnomes'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-4792446675519068676</id><published>2009-10-16T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:29:27.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Birthday food crash! (And helpful tips for the non-20 somethings.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's my birthday today!&amp;nbsp; (10/15) And as such, it is allowable to ... how shall we say? ....&amp;nbsp; steer away from the straight and narrow of the weight loss path.&amp;nbsp; Right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;RIGHT?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I knew you would see it my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now, I am laying on the couch and trying not to think of how full I am.&amp;nbsp; OH! Supernatural is coming on the tv.&amp;nbsp; Be back after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Man... Jensen and Jared. SO yummy.&amp;nbsp; Okay... sorry.&amp;nbsp; Where was I before the testosterone made me all drool-y and all?&amp;nbsp; Oh right... birthday... and how it gives us the excuse to let loose!&amp;nbsp; Only to dread getting on the scale for the next few days.&amp;nbsp; But I am now officially closer to 40 than I am 30.&amp;nbsp; I should be allowed to let loose a little bit. SO THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;What??&amp;nbsp; I AM NOT SENSITIVE ABOUT MY AGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;No.... I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Am not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Am NOT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;AM NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sorry.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what came over me. &amp;nbsp; But really, the older you get, the harder it is to loose weight.&amp;nbsp; Recently I read an article about women's health on Prevention Magazine's website titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prevention.com/cda/article/win-at-weight-loss/78bec651dd104210VgnVCM10000030281eac____/fitness/body.by.design/total.body.toning?cm_mmc=Spotlight-_-10132009-_-Weight%20Loss-_-Win%20at%20weight%20loss"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Win at Weight Loss How an exercise pioneer fights over-40 fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;, and one of the tips given was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Many women think if they can't do an hour of exercise every day, they may as well do nothing," says Nelson. [Miriam Nelson, PhD] But you can see results with far less. Nelson should know--that's how she stays healthy: "There are plenty of days that I have just 10 minutes to fit in a walk. At least once during the week, I get in a run or bike ride. Then on the weekend, I exercise a lot more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a great tip! Especially for those of us who may be able to work out at lunch or right after work, but can't spend 6 hours in the gym.&amp;nbsp; The article goes on to give cardio schedules for different situations, whether you want to break out of a plateau, or lose some inches, etc. Go read it!&amp;nbsp; It might give you some ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay ... waddling off to fight the food coma now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I may or may not be able to blog in the next few days.&amp;nbsp; Have tons of work that needs to get done pronto.&amp;nbsp; See you guys soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-4792446675519068676?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4792446675519068676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-food-crash-and-helpful-tips.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4792446675519068676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4792446675519068676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-food-crash-and-helpful-tips.html' title='Birthday food crash! (And helpful tips for the non-20 somethings.)'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-4083062871793539072</id><published>2009-10-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:29:54.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Biggest Loser 10/13/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Another Biggest Loser! As I sit my toosh on the couch and watch. lol&amp;nbsp; Again - long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;We start off with a temptation.&amp;nbsp; We see a huge wheel ala Wheel of Fortune.&amp;nbsp; And Allison says that they no longer are going to play in duos.&amp;nbsp; They are now: Blue and Black teams!&amp;nbsp; They have to spin the wheel to see who determines the teams and who will be their trainer.&amp;nbsp; She explains that you can spin the wheel and you can land on $1000 or 1000 calories. YIKES!&amp;nbsp; Everyone is playing except Abby. YAY Abby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rudy spins first -- and gets the cake slice of 1000 calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rebecca spins - (She WANTS that power!) - 280 calorie chocolate donut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Allen spins - 100 calorie chocolate cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Danny spins - 780 calorie cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tracey spins - who has won all of the temptations - SHE GOT THE GOLDEN TICKET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You've got to be kidding me!&amp;nbsp; Coach Mo says that there was something supernatural about this.&amp;nbsp; How the wind picked up when she stepped up to the wheel.&amp;nbsp; It's just crazy.&amp;nbsp; But people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; happy about this.&amp;nbsp; Can't say I am either.&amp;nbsp; Tracey goes off to decide the teams etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;People back at the house are talking about what Tracey might do. Amanda is talking about how she is terrified to be taken away from Bob.&amp;nbsp; But Shay says that Tracey may have the power, but they can take it back.&amp;nbsp; That Tracey doesn't have the power to determine how hard they work.&amp;nbsp; And they can work their asses off.&amp;nbsp; Dina talks to Rudy and tells him she is scared that they will be broken up and how much of a support he has been for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;They congregate to find out what Tracey has decided.&amp;nbsp; And I have to admit Tracey looks a little smug. And all grinny.&amp;nbsp; Then Bob and Jillian walk in - Bob: "And Tracey won? Shocker!"&amp;nbsp; And Jillian can't believe it.&amp;nbsp; And she doesn't look happy!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;LMAO - Tracey picks Bob saying that she has a connection.&amp;nbsp; Bob doesn't look happy.&amp;nbsp; Cut to Jillian in interview&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Bob has no connection with Tracey!&amp;nbsp; It's just Tracey's way of getting out of the ass whipping that I have been waiting to deliver her for the last 3 or 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp; All I want to do is pound her within an inch of her life to show her what this place is all about."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team:&amp;nbsp; Tracey, Coach Mo, Allen, Liz, Rudy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;after commercial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Black Team: Daniel, Shay, Abby, Danny, Amanda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;after commercial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When Liz gets up to the teams and is terrified that Danny will be in the other team.&amp;nbsp; She says she needs his support and is very emotional.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to not to feel for her.&amp;nbsp; Both Liz and Danny are upset! Amanda gets taken away from Bob.&amp;nbsp; And Bob is actually upset but says that Jillian will take good care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tracey looks upset because so many people are upset.&amp;nbsp; AND THEN!!&amp;nbsp; Tracey says this in interview...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Hearing this voice,&amp;nbsp; 'Tracey this is your second chance.&amp;nbsp; You've got to stop pleasing people and you have to please yourself."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING UP UNTIL NOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team:&amp;nbsp; Tracey, Coach Mo, Allen, Liz, Rudy, Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Black Team: Daniel, Shay, Abby, Danny, Amanda, Dina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So basically Tracey has split up the teams so no one (except her and the orange team) has their partner for support.&amp;nbsp; Bob comforts Rebecca and says that everything will be okay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Does she not get that she has pissed off the entire house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cut to Dina, Danny, and Liz at the house.&amp;nbsp; It shocks me, well, not so much, to hear Liz say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"I told her last night it is so important to keep Danny close to me now. He is my rock in this house now."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now, it is GAME ON!&amp;nbsp; People are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They are all after blood.&amp;nbsp; Liz is livid.&amp;nbsp; She says she is going to be sweet to her. Watch movies with her. Cook for her. But they are out for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; "She wants to win? She needs to do it at home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Bob -- so funny. Talking about how black vs blue it can be stressful.&amp;nbsp; "And what I know what I can do is find some big guy that I can beat up and it makes me feel better."&amp;nbsp; So funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Jillian about the drama: "Nothing like a good beating to snap you back into reality."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Jillian makes Amanda throw up from working out. LOL&amp;nbsp; Amanda "There's my granny apple.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe you made me puke already." Jillian "Well?? I just want you to feel that I care!"&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz says she is going to kill herself before she goes home before Tracey.&amp;nbsp; You see her on the treadmill and then all you know is that there is a commotion.&amp;nbsp; And you see that Liz has gone down. And you see Bob run over to the treadmills and see Liz laying on the treadmill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz seems to have passed out.&amp;nbsp; But it seems that she was just working herself too hard and not eating enough before the workout.&amp;nbsp; You see her eating a banana while Bob asks if her head is on straight. Liz: "Oh! My head is on straight" And when Jillian asks what happens when a southern woman gets mad and Liz replies "We get even!" To the enjoyment of everyone around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dina starts her workout with Jillian - and it starts with the stool.&amp;nbsp; The exercise where you jump on the stool. And Dina can't seem to make herself do it. (I feel for her, because I can't do back drops on the trampoline.)&amp;nbsp; But instead of doing it, Dina walks out.&amp;nbsp; She is talking about how she wants to be able to depend on herself.&amp;nbsp; And Rudy is very smart saying maybe being split up is what she needed to push herself to the next step.&amp;nbsp; So Rudy says lets go.&amp;nbsp; Let's do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dina goes to try and she doesn't make it.&amp;nbsp; But I can tell you from experience.&amp;nbsp; She isn't trying her hardest.&amp;nbsp; She is half assing it.&amp;nbsp; And Rudy, good boy, is pushing her. "DO it!" And Rudy calls it! "You're trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;to." The blue team goes to go eat.&amp;nbsp; And you see her continue to try.&amp;nbsp; Well, half try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Trainer tips: (Jillian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm not going to type all of this because dead lifts are important to do with the proper technique.&amp;nbsp; Have a trainer show you how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Dead lifts are a great way to strengthen your glutes and hamstrings." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; Bob takes his team to Albertson's grocery store to teach nutrition.&amp;nbsp; They learn what to pick.&amp;nbsp; And they make wraps of Jennie O turkey breast (no skin), lettuce, tomato, sprouts, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Here comes the challenge.&amp;nbsp; "Good players help themselves. Great players help their teammates." And then she goes on to say that sometimes you have to carry others and sometimes they carry you. Can you see where this is headed?? Oh yes.&amp;nbsp; So they have to climb the hill, go through a mud pond, through a field to the finish line.&amp;nbsp; And they have to do it carrying one player.&amp;nbsp; So 4 have to carry 1 that is sitting on a platform.&amp;nbsp; Prize: Videos from home.&amp;nbsp; Abby and Tracey sit out due to injuries. And the teams plan how they are going to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;At start, Dina and Rebecca start being carried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue team stops to read before the mud pit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Black team follows.&amp;nbsp; Amanda loses a shoe in the mud pit. And Dina is happy to carry the team instead of them carrying her.&amp;nbsp; But Shay is having a hard time.&amp;nbsp; So is Daniel.&amp;nbsp; To the point Shay is yelling at him. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;There is a message before the commercial about Pink Together.&amp;nbsp; October is Breast Cancer Awareness month.&amp;nbsp; And Jillian sent a message about breast cancer and about Pink Together (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pinktogether"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pink Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;) and tells us that for more information to go to www.biggestloser.com to learn more.&amp;nbsp; I beg of you - go and find out more information on this disease and what you can do.&amp;nbsp; The more you know........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercials***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And Blue Team finishes first!!! And black team follows.&amp;nbsp; They are very happy. But I can't help but feel that Tracey doesn't deserve it.&amp;nbsp; And then Rebecca does a great thing.&amp;nbsp; She knows how important it was for Dina so she gives Dina her video.&amp;nbsp; And they hug and Rebecca says "Now get on the platform."&amp;nbsp; And Dina gives the video back and says "I can't take this.&amp;nbsp; I have to get on the platform for me. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team goes to watch the videos.&amp;nbsp; They are so sweet and you can tell how much it means to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz asks Danny to watch her video with her.&amp;nbsp; And he says he would be honored.&amp;nbsp; They sit down and she presses play and it is Danny's video.&amp;nbsp; And his reaction is fantastic!&amp;nbsp; It turns out a lot of people in his family have been losing weight.&amp;nbsp; He's already an inspiration!&amp;nbsp; I love those guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Last chance workout!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Jillian: "This is the first week of blue vs. black. *pause*&amp;nbsp; I'm going to kill them."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Jillian.&amp;nbsp; And Jillian knows how to bring up the underdogs!&amp;nbsp; And if Tracey didn't realize that, she's stupid. The exercises that Jillian is picking is definitely to make them a team.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob takes his team to 24 Hour Fitness to do a group class taught by him. You may think that this is easy peasy.&amp;nbsp; OH NO! You can see the exhaustion.&amp;nbsp; Then they get on the cardio.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize that Coach Mo is injured but he's on the bike with a cast type of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Then we go to Dina trying to get on the platform.&amp;nbsp; That is clearly her blocking point.&amp;nbsp; And Jillian calls it.&amp;nbsp; They go to get a snack and then "5 miles... just because it will be fun."&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Love Jillian... as I'm sitting on my couch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*Trainer Tips:&amp;nbsp; (Bob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Again - not typing all of it because I want people to know the proper form!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Push-ups are a great exercise for people who are not able to do a regular push-ups.&amp;nbsp; He goes on to describe wall pushups and desk pushups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial*** (Will not put the commercial in for the weigh in.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WEIGH IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tracey goes first. (Is it bad I want her to do poorly?) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tracey: -7 (206) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Coach Mo: -6 (312)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Allen: -7 (278)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rudy: -8 (369)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rebecca: -7 (237)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz: -8 (232) YAY LIZ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Total: -43; 2.56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Black team needs to lose -45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Black Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Abby: -5 (208)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dina: -6 (223) (I'm feeling nervous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amanda: -6 (224)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Danny: -10 (372)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Daniel: -11 (276)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shay:&amp;nbsp; (Aww... Shay is crying.) ***commercial*** -16!!!!!&amp;nbsp; (416)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WAY TO GO SHAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Total: -54; 3.05%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue team has to send someone home.&amp;nbsp; Gee.... I'm wondering who that will be.....&amp;nbsp; *scratches chin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I SO hope it is Tracey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz has the highest percentage of weight loss this week and is immune. YAY LIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm horrible --- I hope that it is Tracey. PLEASE let it be Tracey.&amp;nbsp; I can't even stand to hear her talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Coach Mo seems to be throwing himself under the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Damn.&amp;nbsp; I really don't want Coach Mo to go home.&amp;nbsp; I want Tracey to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Voting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz: Coach Mo (wtf??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rudy: Coach Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tracey: Coach Mo (duh) (crying bullshit, blah blah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rebecca: Coach Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WHAT THE F***?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And Coach Mo starts crying.&amp;nbsp; And it's killing me.&amp;nbsp; I hate that he's going home.&amp;nbsp; I'm SO pissed off I can't even tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Where are they now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Started at 355, but now has lost 76 pounds!&amp;nbsp; And now weighs 279.&amp;nbsp; And now he works with educational exercise and nutrition for children. GO COACH MO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-4083062871793539072?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4083062871793539072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser-101309.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4083062871793539072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/4083062871793539072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser-101309.html' title='Biggest Loser 10/13/09'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-929023044757613964</id><published>2009-10-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:30:10.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Why I am the way I am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Serious Blog Post Warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;For the most part, I have been pretty athletic in my life.&amp;nbsp; I started playing softball when I was around 10.&amp;nbsp; I played volleyball, but never played for the school team. (Because the coach hated me.&amp;nbsp; No seriously. She did.)&amp;nbsp; And I know that when I say this, you will say "What? You geek. That's not athletic!" But I was on the color guard, aka flagline, in marching band.&amp;nbsp; You may think that it's not athletic, but it really is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Then in college, I was in Air Force ROTC. (I wanted to be a fighter pilot.) And let me tell you, they don't let you be out of shape.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; Although, according to them, I was overweight.&amp;nbsp; Yeah... I was a size 8 or 10 at the time, but I was overweight. *sigh*&amp;nbsp; I also was on the crew (aka rowing) team/club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But then came the first point in my life that I was truly overweight - when I was in an unhappy marriage.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.. I know.&amp;nbsp; It was stupid to get married at age 21.&amp;nbsp; Some people can do it! I wasn't one of them.&amp;nbsp; And he was a *BLEEP*.&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp; Then, after the divorce, miracle of miracles!&amp;nbsp; I lost the weight.&amp;nbsp; I started watching what I was eating and going to the gym.&amp;nbsp; It was great!&amp;nbsp; When I lived in Arizona, I stayed in shape by going to the gym and watching the food intake.&amp;nbsp; I got involved with Krav Maga (Israeli Self-defense/fighting technique).&amp;nbsp; Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; was addictive!&amp;nbsp; I practically lived there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But then......&amp;nbsp; grad school.&amp;nbsp; Dun dun DUN!!! At first it was okay.&amp;nbsp; Really, it was.&amp;nbsp; And then......&amp;nbsp; the grad student that was my prof's kicking bag was kicked out of grad school by said professor.&amp;nbsp; And guess who got the crap end of the stick? Oh you guessed it!&amp;nbsp; ME!&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind that I can handle hard work.&amp;nbsp; The work didn't bother me.&amp;nbsp; Getting abused by my professor did.&amp;nbsp; It was seriously like an abusive relationship, but instead of being able to say "Kiss my @$$ buddy, there's the door!", I had to take it.&amp;nbsp; My choices were 1) To give up everything I had worked for since I was 12 years old, but be happy. Or 2) Grit my teeth and push through it all, but be miserable and possibly lose myself in the process.&amp;nbsp; I chose to stay and get my degree. And I have to be honest.&amp;nbsp; There are days that I don't know if it was worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;That experience changed me and not in a good way.&amp;nbsp; Every day, I had questioned whether I was going to get yelled at, never knowing what was going to set him off.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not talking just yelling. I'm talking the inch away from my face where spit actually hit me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;threatening kind of yelling.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that there were times I thought I was going to have to physically defend myself.&amp;nbsp; Then there was the verbal abuse.&amp;nbsp; Even other professors were shocked at what he would say to me.&amp;nbsp; (He didn't care if he had an audience or not. After all, what could happen to him?)&amp;nbsp; It was at a point where if we had one-on-one meetings, I would tape record the conversations just in case something happened, I would have proof.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And that was when I stopped working out and started eating.&amp;nbsp; I think why I became overweight and why I still remain overweight boils down to a few factors. 1) Being unhappy.&amp;nbsp; I used to cry all of the time.&amp;nbsp; It was a miserable place to be in my life, and I still feel traces of it now. 2) Lack of confidence.&amp;nbsp; I allowed him to destroy any confidence I had in myself.&amp;nbsp; To the point where I still have trouble speaking up about my professional opinion. 3)&amp;nbsp; Being overweight gives me a great excuse to not put myself out there and to stay in my comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; And 4) And probably the most important: He took away any control I had in my life.&amp;nbsp; That is a very, very scary thing for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The problem is, I'm still not over it.&amp;nbsp; I know I went through all of that for years before I could get out, and that I should realize that it is going to take me a while to work through those issues.&amp;nbsp; But the fact of the matter is, I have to.&amp;nbsp; If I want to get control back in my life, I have to work through these issues, grab the reins, and guide myself back on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So that's a shortened (Did I really say it was short? HA!) version of why I got to the place that I am.&amp;nbsp; Now... I just have to confront my demons and push forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-929023044757613964?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/929023044757613964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-am-way-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/929023044757613964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/929023044757613964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-am-way-i-am.html' title='Why I am the way I am....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-5402806436048297741</id><published>2009-10-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:30:27.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Really?  They had to do a study to know this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I just read a short article about women's health titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/publicsite/news/view.aspx?id=631691&amp;amp;xid=nl_EverydayHealthWomensHealth_20091013"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Troubled Minds Can Mean Wider Waistlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;that stated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/publicsite/news/view.aspx?id=631691&amp;amp;xid=nl_EverydayHealthWomensHealth_20091013"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl01_ctl00_fvArticle_lblIssueCont"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Common mental health disorders, such as anxiety and depression, may increase a person's risk of obesity, and people with repeated episodes of these disorders are particularly at risk, British researchers say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Really?&amp;nbsp; They needed to do a 19 year study on if depression and anxiety lead to obesity??&amp;nbsp; I think everyone knows that a large percentage of people&amp;nbsp; eat when they are sad or anxious.&amp;nbsp; That's a given fact.&amp;nbsp; But the good thing that came out of it was that they also found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl01_ctl00_fvArticle_lblIssueCont"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Contrary to some previous research, this new study found little evidence that obesity leads to common mental health disorders in people with no pre-existing mental health problems, wrote Mika Kivimaki, of University College London, and colleagues."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Well, that's definitely good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I think that we all should examine what caused us to get to be overweight in the first place.&amp;nbsp; I read a few blogs (will insert links in an edit) that looked at causes of their being overweight.&amp;nbsp; And I've decided to bear all (not literally - don't want to make anyone sick!) about what caused me to be overweight in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Maybe once I confront it head on, I'll be able to move on. Here's hopin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-5402806436048297741?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5402806436048297741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-they-had-to-do-study-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5402806436048297741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/5402806436048297741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-they-had-to-do-study-to-know.html' title='Really?  They had to do a study to know this?'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-8574856813057565751</id><published>2009-10-11T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:30:42.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Shopping, or as I like to call it, the descent into hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You know, I used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;to go shopping.&amp;nbsp; It was great to walk into work or go out with friends with a new outfit and just feel like you rock!&amp;nbsp; I literally have a closet full of clothes in my smaller size.&amp;nbsp; Cute clothes... all lined up, ready to be worn.&amp;nbsp; I can almost hear them say "Maybe today she will be thin!" Then I open the door, "Nope.&amp;nbsp; Stand down!&amp;nbsp; Still the same as always.&amp;nbsp; Anyone got some cards? We're going to be here for a while." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shopping now??&amp;nbsp; I stay away as long as humanly possible.&amp;nbsp; I could have frayed jeans with holes and everything and still think, "I could get away with that for another week or so." Because let's face it, no one wants to go into a store, grab clothes that they think are their size, only to find out that when you try those jeans on, they won't go past your knees. Or you try to button that blouse and it looks like there are small keyhole openings all the way down the buttoned seam.&amp;nbsp; It's just too much to take!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now when I go shopping, I can be pretty good about picking my sizes so that doesn't happen too much.&amp;nbsp; But there are a couple of other things that happen when out shopping.&amp;nbsp; One:&amp;nbsp; What is it with designers thinking that everyone who is overweight has no sense of fashion?!&amp;nbsp; I have to say, it has gotten better, but they are still out there!&amp;nbsp; Is it so much to ask to try to make my boobs not look like two mountains? And to de-accentuate the fact that I have a shelf-ass?&amp;nbsp; (Def: Shelf-ass.&amp;nbsp; A type of shape of a person's derriere. In this such case, the shape of the buttocks creates the form of a shelf.&amp;nbsp; Useful for setting down items, such as drinks, cell phones, or a television remote, in one's possession if no table is around.) And it is always interesting when the store attendants try to tell you that it looks great on you&amp;nbsp; --- when you know that it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay, I need to cut this short but let me just say: No matter if I have had bad experiences shopping or good experiences, the fact is that I can't wait to be excited to go shopping again! I want to wear my current cute clothes and go shopping for new ones.&amp;nbsp; And I can't wait to wear my small jeans again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-8574856813057565751?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8574856813057565751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-or-as-i-like-to-call-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8574856813057565751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/8574856813057565751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-or-as-i-like-to-call-it.html' title='Shopping, or as I like to call it, the descent into hell.'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7431770440758868477</id><published>2009-10-08T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:30:59.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>But you have a pretty face... and other wanna be compliments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I am sure that at some point, all of us have run into those people... you know the ones I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; The people who really mean well, who want to give you a compliment.&amp;nbsp; But it just turns out all wrong. The ones that intend to make you feel better, but make you want to find the nearest gas oven and measure it to see if your head fits in.&amp;nbsp; There are all types of half compliments, but the one that drive me nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"You have such a pretty face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now, I'm aware that people mean this as a great compliment.&amp;nbsp; But what it really means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"You're face is pretty, but the rest of you is complete crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I swear, if I hear that one more time, I am going to strangle someone.&amp;nbsp; Or come up with really weird things to compliment like "Those sunglasses make your nose look so much smaller." or "Your new bra really hides the sagginess." or "The jeans you have on today make you have a much smaller muffintop!"&amp;nbsp; They are compliments! Just in a weird, psychotic, make-you-second-guess-your-appearance kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My question: Have you had 'compliments' like that? Did you ever say anything about it and if so, what did you say? (And bonus points if the other person responded with 'shock face.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7431770440758868477?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7431770440758868477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-you-have-pretty-face-and-other.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7431770440758868477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7431770440758868477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-you-have-pretty-face-and-other.html' title='But you have a pretty face... and other wanna be compliments...'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-822818704810145010</id><published>2009-10-07T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:31:19.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Biggest Loser 10/6/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Some people may know this but I am a fan of the Biggest Loser show.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing people work and reach their goals.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to start giving my take on the show and what goes on.&amp;nbsp; I will follow the intro with a jump break so if you don't want spoilers, don't read below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Caveat: I may forget some names or misspell them. Also, this is going to be one LONG post. Beware!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The big brew ha ha was Tracey.&amp;nbsp; The first thing that happened was during a temptation(??).&amp;nbsp; The deal was, you could have a 2 pound advantage the following weigh in but you wouldn't be able to use the trainers at all that week.&amp;nbsp; Tracey took it with 2 pounds.&amp;nbsp; My problem was that she made the decision without consulting her team member. (Keep in mind that he saved her tail the first week when she was in the hospital.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she won the temptation where she could decide who weighed in for each team.&amp;nbsp; The biggest issue here was that she promised one thing, and would do another.&amp;nbsp; She really screwed over a bunch of people.&amp;nbsp; And lost their trust.&amp;nbsp; She just shot herself, and possibly her teammate, in the foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;At the beginning of the show, you see the orange team and the purple team talking.&amp;nbsp; All I can think is that Tracey is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; trying to justify herself.&amp;nbsp; And seriously, it sounds like she is believing her own lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;One thing that I really love is that Jillian kept asking "Why did you get to 400 pounds?" And forcing them to look at the why.&amp;nbsp; And when Julio said that he was happy, Jillian wouldn't let him have it.&amp;nbsp; And was completely up front that you don't get to be overweight if you are happy. And that's the truth! (Speaking from experience.) I'm SO glad that she does that.&amp;nbsp; Part of her goal can be said: "What I try to do is bring up old issues for the contestants and make them work those issues through so that in their every day lives, they'll be prepared." Love her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The only failure you will truly ever have is not trying.&amp;nbsp; There's got to come a point where there's nothing else to lose man.&amp;nbsp; You've just gotta jump.&amp;nbsp; You've got to take the risk." --Jillian Michaels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;*** Commercial*** &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another setback for Tracey.&amp;nbsp; Now, she pissed me off last week beyond belief, but I do feel for her and her injuries.&amp;nbsp; The first week, during the first challenge, she suffered severe heat stroke and was in the hospital for a week.&amp;nbsp; And now it seems that her blood work numbers have gotten worse and she is taken off all exercise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUT RO!!&amp;nbsp; The kitchen is chained up this week!&amp;nbsp; Which means that they have to eat out every day.&amp;nbsp; They have a challenge... to pick the healthiest chicken dinner.&amp;nbsp; And they are asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; questions!&amp;nbsp; Chicken with skin or without? Does the bbq sauce have sugar? How was this prepared? What kind of milk is that? Excellent questions.&amp;nbsp; It broke down to half of the teams picking the bbq chicken dinner and half picking the roasted chicken dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I picked the roasted chicken dinner.&amp;nbsp; Let's see if I was right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;WOO HOO!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I picked correctly!&amp;nbsp; Oh lord.. part 2: how many calories were in dinner A.&amp;nbsp; I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;. Brown team guesses&amp;nbsp; 547. Pink team guesses 385. Orange team guesses 475.&amp;nbsp; The actual calories were: 445 calories. Pink team wins!&amp;nbsp; What did they get?? A kitchen full of healthy food for an entire year! That's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now here's an interesting tidbit and something that people don't think about.&amp;nbsp; They are ordering out and picking very good healthy choices.&amp;nbsp; The meals come and it is somewhat a disaster.&amp;nbsp; Bagel chips come with meals. Cheese added when they specifically said no cheese. Julio said 'No Melon' because he is allergic, but there's melon all over his chicken.&amp;nbsp; It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; to eat out!&amp;nbsp; Because they never get it right. And they never think of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trainer Tips: Jillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;If you love your mashed potatoes... those starchy, not good for you, white potatoes, replace it with cauliflower. Similar texture and taste and good for you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The contestants explain to Bob and Jillian what the challenge is this week.&amp;nbsp; So they decide to take them out to a restaurant to teach them how to order off the menu.&amp;nbsp; They go to a mexican restaurant.&amp;nbsp; OH HOLY COW!&amp;nbsp; I would not survive! LOL&amp;nbsp; First things first: say no thank you to the chips. That would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (Bread, etc. should be denied as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Becka talks about why she wants to lose the weight. "I want to have a family. I don't want to raise a family like I did. I want to break the cycle. I don't want to be the pretty face anymore. I want to be what everyone else sees in me." I feel her because I get that ALL the time.&amp;nbsp; "But you have a pretty face." And it isn't meant as a put down, they are meaning it as a compliment.&amp;nbsp; But what it means is that "Your face is pretty, but the rest of you is crap."&amp;nbsp; Because when they say "You are pretty." that's when you feel good.&amp;nbsp; There's no conditions on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;YAY Shay!&amp;nbsp; She sent her food back because it looked like there was grease in her food.&amp;nbsp; And she says "They want you to enjoy your food and the experience. Don't feel bad for sending something back!"&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Jillian "Never forget your calorie counter book!!" Yes ma'am! :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Trainer Tips: (Bob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When going out to eat: just remember to plan ahead.&amp;nbsp; Get on their online menu and plan ahead to avoid temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Avoid anything sauteed or pan-fried. Instead go for grilled, steamed, baked, broiled, or poached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ask questions about things on the menu.&amp;nbsp; If they can't tell you how it is prepared, stay away!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; WATER CHALLENGE!!! And they are playing for immunity! They have to hang onto a handle the longest.&amp;nbsp; The platform that they are on will incrementally get steeper. Note from me: This would suck for me.&amp;nbsp; Because my grip strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Liz from the brown team goes first, followed by Danny.&amp;nbsp; Brown team is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amanda from the pink team goes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rudy from the blue team goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Allen looks like he is in for the duration!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rebecca makes both pink team members out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dina brings the blue team out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;BUT SHAY IS HANGING ON!&amp;nbsp; Go Shay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Coach Mo goes out.&amp;nbsp; So it leaves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Allen, Shay, Julio, Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shay goes for 10 minutes! Then Julio.&amp;nbsp; Leaving it between Allen and Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commerical***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And the winner is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;DANIEL AND THE ORANGE TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Great job!!&amp;nbsp; I am so happy for the orange team.&amp;nbsp; Daniel started out at 454 pounds last season. And was eliminated the this week last season.&amp;nbsp; Go Daniel and Shay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Last chance workout!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rudy is having trouble here.&amp;nbsp; But Jillian isn't having any of it.&amp;nbsp; Jillian is the type that you call her names like "antichrist" and "satan spawn" in your head. But you love her after everything is over. Everyone is getting their butts kicked. You see the pain on their faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cut to: Tracey sitting inside.&amp;nbsp; Very frustrating.&amp;nbsp; Coach Mo: Love you for pushing yourself as hard as you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But his body gives out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Last view: Coach Mo saying "I'm done man. I'm done. I'm done." In obvious pain. Cut to Bob shaking his head. Not sure if it is in frustration that he thinks someone is giving up or the fact that Coach Mo is in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Bob sees that Coach Mo is in the scared stage.&amp;nbsp; And during that, the injuries feel worse.&amp;nbsp; Bob has a talk with Coach Mo about doing what is best for you.&amp;nbsp; And Coach Mo goes back in to the gym and gets on the bike. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"I've got to change my life.&amp;nbsp; That's why I'm here." Coach Mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Weigh In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Orange Team (Immune): Daniel&amp;nbsp; 0&amp;nbsp; (287)&amp;nbsp; Shay -5 (432)&amp;nbsp; (Game play?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Green Team:&amp;nbsp; Allen -7 (285) Abby -3 (213): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.97%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team: Rudy -11 (377) Dina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;-5 (229): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Brown Team:&amp;nbsp; Danny -8 (382) Liz -3 (240): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.74%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Purple Team: Coach Mo -8&amp;nbsp; (318) Tracey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;-4 (213): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.21% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Safe from elimation. Shay is pissed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Black Team: Julio -4 (364): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.09%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pink Team:&amp;nbsp; Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;-5 (230)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rebecca -4 (248): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.86%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Leaving the Black Team and the Brown Team up for elimination. I have to say that I love the brown team. And I don't want to see either go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commerical***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is going to be an emotional elimination.&amp;nbsp; Because Danny, Liz, and Julio seem to be great friends. As hey put it, worst case scenario.&amp;nbsp; You see them leave the room and cut to them in a group hug in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; You see how people are split down the middle but it looks like people are considering that the Brown team would vote others out in a heartbeat and that they could get two people out at once.&amp;nbsp; So we shall see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;***Commercial***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Voting: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Orange Team: Julio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Blue Team: Liz &amp;amp; Danny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Green Team:&amp;nbsp; Julio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Purple Team:&amp;nbsp; Julio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pink Team:&amp;nbsp; Not needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So Julio goes home.&amp;nbsp; He says that he has a lot of people who love him at home and that they will not let him quit.&amp;nbsp; He's ready to see his family.&amp;nbsp; A lot of tearful goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Sometimes in life, you need a jump start.&amp;nbsp; You just need something different.&amp;nbsp; It is a rare opportunity to be able to do something as big as this, and to put your face out there, and to risk everything. I want to say thank you to everyone associated with this show. Life will be different from this point forward and I'm thankful for it." - Julio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From 407 to 299,&amp;nbsp; he looks looking great! He's working hard.&amp;nbsp; And he's recommending fresh food without all of the additives.&amp;nbsp; He still loves cooking and food.&amp;nbsp; He's just making it different. His goal: Losing a total of 200 lbs by the finale! Good luck Julio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-822818704810145010?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/822818704810145010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser-10609.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/822818704810145010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/822818704810145010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggest-loser-10609.html' title='Biggest Loser 10/6/09'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-7122661246665727356</id><published>2009-10-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:31:37.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons I Need to Lose Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Okay, the question is why? Why do I want to lose weight? So I can buy cute clothes? Of course. In case I run into Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, I want to look hot.&amp;nbsp; Uh.. YEAH!&amp;nbsp; But that's not all.&amp;nbsp; Here are my top ten reasons for wanting to lose weight. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So when I look at pictures, I won't want to bang my head against the desk, throw up, or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because I want to wear my cute skinny jeans not my big ole bags that are loosely called pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I might get asked out on a date???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love the beach.&amp;nbsp; And I'd prefer not to look like an elephant seal when I go.&amp;nbsp; Plus, the icky sardines people throw at me smell really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love to travel.&amp;nbsp; But two problems: 1) The size of airplane seats.&amp;nbsp; And 2) Some of the things I want to do, I can't physically do.&amp;nbsp; Like hike up a mountain, climb over ruins, grab the cabana boy and......&amp;nbsp; well.... ummmm..... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I miss having the confidence to even walk down the street.&amp;nbsp; Or just be comfortable in my own skin. Confidence is key and I have none right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I would LOVE to be able to go up the stairs without huffing and puffing all the way up.&amp;nbsp; And not be able to catch my breath at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Heath factors are definitely high.&amp;nbsp; If I don't do something, it could lead to type II diabetes, heart problems, etc.&amp;nbsp; My father had both of those and I tend to follow in his medical trends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I want to do field work!&amp;nbsp; In the Mojave, picture my friends on the next dune ahead of me, and Mary Beth at the crest of Kelso Dunes.&amp;nbsp; Me?&amp;nbsp; Taking the picture from behind because I couldn't get my fat butt over the next dune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/Ss0HnNeT8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6JyDQRZE5TA/s1600-h/Blog+Mojave+Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/Ss0HnNeT8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6JyDQRZE5TA/s320/Blog+Mojave+Pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I currently tend to not want people to see me like this.&amp;nbsp; I almost let it keep me from seeing one of my best friends at Christmas in 2007.&amp;nbsp; (And would have if he hadn't been so stubborn.)&amp;nbsp; That was the last time I saw him, he passed away October of 2008. &amp;nbsp; I almost kept myself from hanging out with a friend because I was so concerned about my weight.&amp;nbsp; I don't want that to happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-7122661246665727356?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7122661246665727356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-reasons-i-need-to-lose-weight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7122661246665727356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/7122661246665727356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-reasons-i-need-to-lose-weight.html' title='10 Reasons I Need to Lose Weight'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/Ss0HnNeT8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6JyDQRZE5TA/s72-c/Blog+Mojave+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2472375952190856010</id><published>2009-10-01T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:31:53.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Why you should eat regularly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You should eat regularly.&amp;nbsp; If you don't?? This is what happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/SsUuWk_inhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EZuojZgy3Bg/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/SsUuWk_inhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EZuojZgy3Bg/s320/Photo+20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;OH YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Little for breakfast -- going on three o'clock for lunch.&amp;nbsp; I was STARVING.&amp;nbsp; What sounded good??&amp;nbsp; In-N-Out!&amp;nbsp; But boy it definitely was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Wait -- did I just slide down into that lard again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2472375952190856010?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2472375952190856010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-you-should-eat-regularly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2472375952190856010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2472375952190856010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-you-should-eat-regularly.html' title='Why you should eat regularly....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/SsUuWk_inhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EZuojZgy3Bg/s72-c/Photo+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-6608808104767534138</id><published>2009-10-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:36:06.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>The one thing I can't live without....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I have tried to give up this habit before. And once, I made it a whole MONTH without succumbing to its deliciousness.&amp;nbsp; But the one thing I can not do with out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My venti iced caramel latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/iced_latte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/iced_latte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.starbucks.com/assets/5dfa91a823d6497097e4bdc4f6396ad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://assets.starbucks.com/assets/5dfa91a823d6497097e4bdc4f6396ad2.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Honestly?&amp;nbsp; I think they may add crack to their coffee.&amp;nbsp; Or some throw some coca leaves in with the coffee beans to be ground up.&amp;nbsp; Something highly addictive.... like heroin.&amp;nbsp; Yup.&amp;nbsp; Heroin.&amp;nbsp; There's heroin in Starbucks' coffees.&amp;nbsp; That must be the reason I can not resist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And if I'm having a day I can't wake up?&amp;nbsp; I'll have TWO in one day!&amp;nbsp; 270 Calories per cup!&amp;nbsp; Although, you have to cut me some slack.&amp;nbsp; I used to drink venti ice mocha lattes.&amp;nbsp; Ummmmmmm..... yeah.... I just looked it up...&amp;nbsp; A venti iced mocha latte with nonfat milk and no whipped cream is 250 calories.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was more.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; Here's the kicker... with whipped cream, it increased to 370 calories!!&amp;nbsp; 120 Calories for whipped cream?? No thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I know that if I want to really get serious with this, I have to give up my lattes.&amp;nbsp; But to be honest, if I do, it's harder for me to stay on track.&amp;nbsp; But I will attempt it.&amp;nbsp; Really... I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;There's a whole in my heart where my iced latte used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My world seems so dark now......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;;) My question is: what is the one thing you can NOT give up in your weight loss journey and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-6608808104767534138?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6608808104767534138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-i-cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/6608808104767534138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/6608808104767534138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-i-cant-live-without.html' title='The one thing I can&apos;t live without....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277594078628434496.post-2028365745242354152</id><published>2009-10-01T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:36:20.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>In the beginning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;First of all, I need to give credit for the title to two people.&amp;nbsp; One is my friend Jennie, who thought of the lard pit.&amp;nbsp; It's so apropos. :)&amp;nbsp; She rocks!&amp;nbsp; And let me give credit for the "Fabbity Fab Confessions" part of my title.&amp;nbsp; It comes from a British young adult series chronically the trying times of teen Georgia Nicholson, of which I read "And That's When it Came off in my Hand: Further Fabbity Fab Confessions of Georgia Nicholson" by Louise Rennison.&amp;nbsp; (Very funny by the way.) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Because I couldn't say everything I wanted to in the blog description, I'll expand it to what I wanted to say. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Yes, we all know how hard weight loss can be.&amp;nbsp; Kind of like... climbing out of a pit of lard.&amp;nbsp; I know in my case, lard could give me some great camouflage.&amp;nbsp; But really, how healthy could it be to live in a lard pit?&amp;nbsp; And it's bad for your skin too.&amp;nbsp; It is easy to say "I think I'll get out now.&amp;nbsp; I don't want get my skin all pruny." But actually doing it - actually climbing out is a whole different story.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it can be quite torturous.&amp;nbsp; You start out by getting a good handhold.&amp;nbsp; Determination sets in your eyes, you get that pursed mouth of single-minded resolve, and you climb those first inches out of the pit.&amp;nbsp; You're feeling good... but then.... the Evil King of the Fajitas and Chips and Salsa rears his ugly head!&amp;nbsp; Taunting you... tempting you... reminding you how nice it was in lard-land.&amp;nbsp; And you slip back down a few inches.&amp;nbsp; It's so hard to keep a grip!&amp;nbsp; Lard is, after all, very slippery. NO!&amp;nbsp; I will not give in to the evil sizzling platter of chicken and peppers!&amp;nbsp; I will ignore that never-ending basket of salty chip goodness!&amp;nbsp; Okay.. maybe just one. *slides further* And for every step you take out of the lard pit, you slide a little back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But the real issue is this. . . why did you dive into the lard pit anyway? (Or slowly, gradually slide into its depths.) What happens when you get out? What will your new reality be?&amp;nbsp; After all, you really don't have to deal with many people as they don't like wading through the lard pit with you.&amp;nbsp; You will have to put yourself out there -- once you shower and get the stinky gobs of goo off of you.&amp;nbsp; (Really - lard doesn't do anything for hair either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Very greasy.)&amp;nbsp; That nice safe comfort zone of lard is gone.&amp;nbsp; Will you have to actually deal with people then? Oh no... and heaven forbid you go on a date. *gasp*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But the reward is this:&amp;nbsp; You will feel amazing.&amp;nbsp; Powerful. Energetic. And those things that scare you now, won't scare you after.&amp;nbsp; You just have to keep one foot in front of the other.&amp;nbsp; No matter what happens, just keep going. (By the way, when I say 'you', I mean me. :) )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this purpose, I want to write this blog about my journey into the forays of weight loss.&amp;nbsp; My successes... and failures. (Trust me, there will be many!) I want to talk about my diet and my exercise.&amp;nbsp; I want to discuss what is keeping me from jumping back into it, and what it will take to get past it.&amp;nbsp; I want to document how differently people treat me as an overweight person and how it changes as I lose weight.&amp;nbsp; So, are we ready?&amp;nbsp; (And I promise, I'll try to keep the horrible pictures down to a minimum. ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277594078628434496-2028365745242354152?l=climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2028365745242354152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2028365745242354152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277594078628434496/posts/default/2028365745242354152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbingoutofthelardpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning.....'/><author><name>ARJules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00223195619723333418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imji7A_egBI/S8eO6is6SfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j6zsW3isrX8/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
