tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34556261204576983012024-03-05T20:47:47.449-08:00Watch Me Lose It-For Real this time.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-1088546978215528562011-02-08T04:31:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:02:06.688-08:00Now why did I sign up for this?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbzbWXUCXzDDtVDbBqjKzQ5JsV79PvBVj09BbO8iBWs6jQsAm0cQMgPjJCUwaNa19N1rX27HuofCYrNsWQjO7Ao7gvgABgNjBRlaNkVj0tv0iTgYETCR8HH7qICBKRhcbTXFjsw3g5Mmp/s1600/I+Decided-Web.jpg"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbzbWXUCXzDDtVDbBqjKzQ5JsV79PvBVj09BbO8iBWs6jQsAm0cQMgPjJCUwaNa19N1rX27HuofCYrNsWQjO7Ao7gvgABgNjBRlaNkVj0tv0iTgYETCR8HH7qICBKRhcbTXFjsw3g5Mmp/s320/I+Decided-Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571300954260430610" /></span></b></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Okay yesterday started Operation Get My Groove Back aka OGMGB. Justin and I had a talk (okay he talked and I pretty much nodded and wept). I need to get over this slump I have been in and get back to where I was. So he reduced my calorie intake from 1800 to 1500. (holy batman). And I took on a couple of challenges.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlii_ZLrZDYotOVwcJVMf3YF4io-xWmRRcnbI5F5qV6NGoQi-GvhuGUO982juBGsqZOIY3CQF6Mdv-BgHe5S00X1KfmfGbLahT7naFcScXk5k7N8jER8866rsGBMumk0E88BgwlQAnsBw/s320/zumba-_cris_0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571302308505371906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px; " /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last night was Zumba night! Oh how I love Monday's just because of that. Seriously, I have a hard time wrapping my head around something being THAT fun, being exercise! I have never found anything that I just LOVE to do before I guess. And that is totally making all the difference in the world right now. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYJ6iL-jkCDiH54WwZGBe2oPsCiQCLOOe8Q_Yg25bYFTplr8CClPEmlJXc4Tll6VTMNHB89J_U9yNMcWsxgOJGziFBUqNSK3tjysc93rKtLPqCyX9gbllwG4Hytkjtgll3JBPD_GDeY4M/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571301220062946514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I mean where else can you get these kind of results, and have a blast at the same time? If you have not tried Zumba please give it a chance. If I can do it, ANYONE can. And if you are in the Tri City Area (where I live), let me know I will drag your butt to class with me!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7YpTqHkMV6tA5hmMcSNThYI2vPRWjH38IeujUpkJ1cKJ-wVPh6vyZaDVGQQ6jWi9XGxMSWLZmgAZD7g6jmoIoNzHk1fRLvPxD5E5Y4z7SWQUQ5ML8wi2WWWgQuXmSF4pEOhT2Ne4Tala/s320/photo.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571300960841974578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >So this is how yesterday broke down. I was VERY please with myself, and after seeing this. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49wk7qI0hfEarGCtlqqhpLAzOhtyAulK-BdiGH19uTj-_nQTwYhrWkll8e2oe18wXVbJ64TjEIcfdX8cYzQ5PlsiwrRqmLAUAAW3BFmuZldhmnJHjYZgHnSn3GsJ1ES2D601BhcYNWXHZ/s320/photo+%25281%2529.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571300954229943666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I think I can totally handle it. It will just take me a few days to get back into my killer zone that I was in before, but I know I can do it. I want it bad again. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;" ><u><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9uM3hGbu13gLlg_dmesN-SNBzjIqAniAL4NZeKDovwFRhKmff9I5Qz8GhVpPeJZ-5vuUO7aMfMBjX_aUkBk8-4SRJX4yrn8gtY2eh4rAvtLrzEHgsaeskz1SlM3bXGe55yFk-ePiC9tm/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571301242102274082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></b></u></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today I started Jillian's 30 Day shred. Not only did I finish it without totally dying or quitting, but I also talked Micheal (my 14 year old son) into doing it with me. It was so nice to have him on the side of me cheering me on. So far that is the best part of this journey, is FINALLY being about to teach my kids healthy things. I look forward to seeing if we both can stick to this for 30 days. I have heard many good things about this. But it will talk discipline. I hope we BOTH can do it.</span></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2K7k4PKg0LcnQ7bze1tYPoY1MsaQk3N-cmcYFpbvSeCbgz772t9pWuictIpXlkayhoc2ZeiowffZb3aHUgw5bhh6RYZh63AjRgITRo0FSAt0Nc_ZKcw59X0-Ty3Lvb8BXm6J7ai1wAjyg/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571301245935454882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >This week I have planned out all our meals. I have planned lunches, breakfast, and snacks for me for the week too. It feels pretty good, not to wonder what I am going to eat, and it feels really good, to have it there so that I can make the RIGHT choices. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tonight is my first session of the week with Justin. I am working on not totally dreading these again. I feel like I have lost so much ground these past couple of months. I feel so out of shape (which DUH I am), but I was really feeling stronger until LIFE. I am hoping that I can get that feeling back again. It was a wonderful feeling. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " ><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-75326434008220057372011-02-07T20:16:00.001-08:002011-02-07T20:16:38.625-08:00100 Things to do in 2011 (well 89)Some time in December a coworker and blogger friend posted a status saying she was thinking what she could do for her New Years resolution. I suggested that we all make a list of 100 things that we wanted to do in 2011 instead. And each month we could do an update post about where we are on completing our list. Well as things started spinning out of control towards the end of December I never completed my list, I only had 89 things on my list, so instead of 100 things I want to do in 2011, I have 89 and here they are.<br /><br />1. Read/Listen to 12 books.<br />2. Complete a 5k under 45 mins.<br />3. Weigh less than 250lbs<br />4. Throw out all my 'fat' clothes<br />5. Cook 12 new recipes<br />6. Complete 7 days of 100% of diet and exercises in a row.<br />7. Complete Project 365<br />8. Clean Spare Room<br />9. Purge shoe collection<br />10. Purge purse collection<br />11. Start taking a multi vitamin<br />12. Be more understanding<br />13. Leave work stress at home.<br />14. Call my mom more.<br />15. Pay for a strangers coffee.<br />16. Be a better blogger.<br />17. Plan a date night at least once a month.<br />18. Start a Christmas kitty.<br />19. Plant veggie garden in the spring<br />20. Try 6 new veggies<br />21. Try 6 new fruits<br />22. Run a 5K<br />23. Ride my bike to Anna's<br />24. Ride my bike to the Lake.<br />25. Learn to Knit/crochet<br />26. Complete a 5K with David<br />27. Have a family portrait made.<br />28. Cook/Plan better dinners during the week<br />29. Pre plan lunches for the week and stick to it.<br />30. Drink more water, at least 150 oz a day<br />31. Go meatless for 1 day a week.<br />32. Turn spare room into a work out room<br />33. Complete at least one art journal page per week following the caravan<br />34. Exercise 5 days a week, more if I can<br />35. Be fitted for a new bra<br />36. Get contacts and wear them<br />37. Donate to a cause that means something to me.<br />38. Embrace myself. Quit hiding from old friends.<br />39. Form a Pokeno group<br />40. Go to a painting party.<br />41. Host a painting party.<br />42. Start a budget for bills and stick to it.<br />43. Be a better house keeper.<br />44. Start/join a book club<br />45. Be comfortable in the from row of Zumba<br />46. Try 1200 calories for 1 week.<br />47. Weigh less than 200 lbs.<br />48. Set monthly goals.<br />49. Set rewards for those goals.<br />50. Invite people over more often.<br />51. Make my bed everyday.<br />52. Find a church that suits me.<br />53. Try harder at work.<br />54. Do something kind and unexpected for someone.<br />55. Make 3 new friends.<br />56. Do something outside my comfort zone.<br />57. Get a new tattoo, something tied to my journey<br />58. Try Pilates<br />59. Go to another Broadway Show<br />60. Go to a concert<br />61. Jog for 1 continuous mile<br />62. Motivate some one to get healthy<br />63. Be comfortable in my own skin.<br />64. Take a special trip for our 20th anniversary<br />65. Do a 5K for a month for the whole year.<br />66. Learn not to hate them before the year is over.<br />67. Write/send notes to people who inspire me.<br />68. Organize/hang all my clothes<br />69. Complete couch to 5K program<br />70. Start couponing again.<br />71. Log 40 miles a month<br />72. Be comfortable nekkid.<br />73. Try to cuss less.<br />74. Wear a bathing suit with out dying on the inside.<br />75. Wear a sun dress without feeling like a whale.<br />76. Buy/wear matching underwear<br />77. Be rid of the sock basket.<br />78. Be more diligent in tracking my food intake.<br />79. Find another exercises/workout that I love<br />80. Eat 6 fruits/veggies a day<br />81. Be able to reach toes for own pedicure<br />82. To find an answer/solution about Davids health<br />83. Weekly grocery shop<br />84. Plan one on one time with the kids.<br />85. Plan family night ones a month.<br />86. Once a week use my lunch hour for exercise.<br />87. Learn to make Davids favorite cookies<br />88. Wash my face every day BEFORE working out<br />89. Learn a new craft for next years Christmas gifts.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-77062423356679321532011-01-20T11:31:00.000-08:002011-01-20T13:15:40.007-08:00A Month of Updates<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hey there peeps! Sorry I have been MIA, but as some of you know my husband's health has not been the best these past few months. The last time I updated he was having complications from his surgery that happened on November 29. Here is what has transpired since then. These were my FB post's since that was the only way I had to communicate with the masses. If you don't want to read all the way to the bottom, I don't blame you, after 18 days in the hospital and another surgery, this time to remove 85% of his colon, he is home. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wish I could say he is doing so much better. But I can't, he is doing some what better but he is dealing with a lot right now. His appetite is still not back and I am having to make him eat. The home health nurse is going to call the DR today. They are coming tonight to place a wound vac on his wound. This should help speed up the process of healing. He is really ready to feel better. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">In this nightmare I have only gained 4 lbs. Which is a huge accomplishment if you ask me. It was literaly hell on earth for the most part. I started back with Justin this week. He handed me my ass on a platter. I am looking forward to completing me this year. I will be back to updating my blog again and it will be about me and my journey, thanks to everyone who contacted me and sent prayers our way. I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-26-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6:31 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">At the ER with David. Seems he has been hiding the pain from me for a couple days. Tonight he couldn't hide it any longer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">11:38 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well they are admitting David again. We are just waiting for them to get his room ready. They have have him pretty medicated right now. We have got to find an answer to this. We can't go on like this much longer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-27-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">8:07 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They finally got David up to a room around 2 AM. We are waiting on the DR now. None of the meds they are giving him are helping any. Spasams every 60-90 seconds. My heart is breaking for him. Please someone make them stop. :-(</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">7:51 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just talked to the DR. They are just waiting for a dx so that when we are referred to a specialist they can just start treatment. Instead of retesting him. For some reason I still don't feel satisfied.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-28-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">11:27 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">David is having a really bad night. Pain meds are not working anymore. Pain is unbearable. My heart is breaking.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-29-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12:50 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">No big change with David today. They finally gave him something to help him sleep. But I can tell he is still in pain by the look on his face. I really wish he could get some peace. Still no answers yet. They are trying their hardest to get to the bottom of this. I pray it's soon.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-30-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:15 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well good news they are in the process of transferring David to Oshner's in New Orleans. Hopefully we will have some answers and he gets some relief soon. Thank god!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6:30 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">O'chner's Hospital New Orleans </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We are here and got David settled. Already seen two DR's. They have him set up for testing first thing in the morning. They seem pretty aggressive, which is exactly what we need. There is a hotel connected to the hospital here so the kids are resting. Keep those prayers coming.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12-31-10</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">8:00 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Good Morning. We have high hopes for today.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">8:23 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This after noon leading to tonight has been really rough on David. He started to get sick to his stomach and they ended up having to place an NG tube in so that would help decompress his tummy and stop the vomiting. They told us the test they have done so far are inclusive and that they will start tmw from the bottom and test everything all the way up. I just sent my kids and my sister home. I am not sure how long we will be here but from the talks fro...m the DR we shouldn't be in a hurry to go any where. So that is where we stand as of right now. The DR did tell me this part that we are dealing with today will be over by tomorrow. And that he should at least be over the nausea by then. That is my first wish for the New Year. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-2-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6:09 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They took David down for a colon test. They were not able to pass anything through his colon at all. They are now taking him into surgery. They are doing an open surgery. They will do one of two things. They will either find the narrowing and remove it, or remove the whole colon. They will not know until they get back there. I will let you know as I do. Please say a prayer for him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:26 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just got an update from the nurse in surgery. She said that they did find a problem (she did not say what) and they had to remove a substantial portion of his colon. She said they were finishing up and that they would be closing soon. Then the DR would be out to speak to me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">11:10 PM<br />David is out of surgery. They ended up taking about 85% of his colon out. This DR said that scar tissue had totally closed his colon off at the top and was moved all the way up under his rub cage. The good news is that she did not feel the ...need to give him a colostomy bag. She attached the small intestine directly to the colon. The bad news is that it make take up to 2 weeks for his colon to 'wake' up and start working properly due to the trauma it has endured. She said the reason the other DR did not see it was because it was done laproscopicly. She said that she feels that the problem was the Colon was never really free from the scar tissue 100% so it just seemed it was growing back. They are keeping him in ICU for the night and will bring him back to his room in the morning. They will continue to feed him via a central line in his neck until his colon is 'awake'. So nothing solid until then. They are also going to let me sleep in his hospital room tonight so that I can get some rest. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-3-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:19 AM</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I was finally able to go in and see David at 12:30 last night. He look pretty bad. He was having a lot of pain and if course more nausea. They have him on a pain pump by he was constantly pushing it do they were also giving him extra. He ha...s a central line, which means it's an IV in the main vein in his neck. That will stay until he is released, so that they can 'feed' him. They started that last night. He also has an IV in each hand. The tube is still down his throat and will stay for a few more days as well. I was able to stay in his room last night and got back up there around 1:30. I set my alarm for 3 and got up and called the number they gave me. He was not doing much better. His blood pressure is pretty high as well as his heart rate. I couldn't see him until 8 this morning. Went in this morning they said he was doing slightly better than an hour ago, blood pressure still high and while I was there the DR came in. Told me his mussels were tight and drawn. Probably from being so dehydrated for the past couple of days. They were leaving him in ICU for now, at least today. I can go back in and see him at 10, 12, 2, 4, 6. He was awake in an out. Asked me if I had called into work. Then said, this didn't go as expected, he didn't remember that they did not have to place a bag on him. That kinda got a lip curl. He also asked about the kids and if I was there alone. He would go in and out before I could really answer him. They made me leave as they were ordering an EKG, because his potassium level was so low. I go back at 10 and will update if anything has changed. Hang on the DR said, this is going to be a bumpy ride. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12:58 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Noon visit: nothing has changed. He is swelling a lot, they said that could be expected. They are still flushing him with fluids. His heart rate has not went down any neither has his blood pressure. He is in surgery ICU, they said he was not going to move to regular ICU until he was stable enough to move. It pisses me off they only let me back there 5 mins at a time. I hate leaving him. I feel lost when he's back there and I can't see what is going on. This sucks.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:28 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well the 8 pm visit was cancelled because they moved David to a regular room! He is now in room 908 our new home away from home. The view sucks but who needs a view with you have your hubby on the road to recovery. He looks a lot better than he did the last time I seen him. He is able to talk and even joked a few times. He was able to tell me what the DR told him about the surgery. They were waiting for him to improve to start. I know we still have a very long road ahead of us but tonight I find myself at a little more at ease. Thank you so much for all the love and support you guys have given us. I read him each message and he was speechless. I have the most amazing friends and family. I ♥ You all! Watch out recovery, The Donald's are heading your way! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-4-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">8:46 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night was another rough night. I stayed with him to make sure he was okay. These meds they have him on, make him talk out of his head. Every time be falls asleep and wakes back up he don't remember where he is. The noises of the IV pump (which looks like a transformer) is driving him nuts. And of all things he keeps taking his hospital gown and blanket off, and laying there buck ass nekkid. You know how modest he is. He has tried to pull out his NG tube, pull out his catheter, roll over and one time tried to pull himself off ...the bed. He was running fever around 3 am, but has since went back down. The DR has been in to see him and thinks that getting him up maybe walking would make it well enough to remove some of the tubes. He also has leg compression cuffs on and he has cussed them all night. So needless to say there wasn't a lot of rest on my part or his and I am feeling it. My parents are on the way up here and I plan on heading to the hotel to take a shower and a nap. I will update as things change.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">12:30 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">All 3 DR's that have been attending to David these past few days came in to talk to Us. Dr. Jamie Bohl as his main surgeon. She came in to see how things were going, and to update us. She said that David's case was like something she had never seen before. That if someone would have told her about him, she don't think she would have been able to believe them. She said he did really well, and his recovery seems to be going on the right path, that it's going to be a rocky road. He is so ready to have these tubes out if him. He is constantly pulling on them and asking what they are for. They had him up and in a chair for about 5 mins and then back in his bed. That took a lot out of him. I still haven't gotten any sleep. Not too much longer and I will be completely out of gas. I hope tonight is a better night than last night. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-5-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6:57 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today has been a busy day sorry for the slow update. David's mom came in last night and took the night shift so that I could get some sleep. Let me tell you. I don't even remember laying down in that bed. Today Kayla had an appointment at the Children's hospital. Where she was diagnosed with Fibromalgia. By the time we got here he had been sitting in the chair for a little over an hour. He looks 110% better than he did last night at 9 pm when I left him. The swelling has gone way down and he has a little bit of color to him. Today he is 100 % with us. No medicated crazy talk, or nekkid misshaps. He has been talking a lot, ...and asking lot's of questions. They will start him on physical therapy some time tomorrow and help him regain the strength in his legs since he has been on his back for over a week now. So long that he is having a hard time getting comfortable. The DR told him if things keep looking up that maybe some time next week we can go home!! Each day he is getting better and each day he is joking around and being the same ole David. Hopefully tmw they can take the NG tube out. It hurts his throat so bad and it makes it hard for him to speak. So all in all today was a good day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-7-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">5:17 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's 5 am, and it's been another long night. As I sit waiting for the day to start, so it can be over again I find myself missing normalcy (whatever that really is). I miss my house, my bed, my cat, my dog, my friends, hell I even miss work (I must have lost my mind). I hope everyone has a good day, I think it might be Friday.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1:24 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Three steps forward two steps back. Another long night for David he is finding such a hard time getting any comfort so he is not resting much at all. The pain meds work as far as the pain but it really doesn't help for the discomfort on his back. Around 4 am this morning his bowels started to move. Which is wonderful!!! That means things seem to be working, but with that the vomiting started back. And you can imagine how painful that is with 21 staples in your belly. The nausea meds work for the most part but he didn't feel it coming on so it was too late for the first round. He has been doing both physical and occupational therapy every day as well as respiratory therapy 3 times a day. He hates all of them. He is finally resting, he hasn't slept like this for over a week. I hope this is a sign of what kind of night we will have.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">4:19 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They are putting the NG tube back in. They can not control the vomiting. I can't be in there when they do it. My heart is breaking.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-8-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">8:26 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Day 10. I was able to get some good restful sleep last night. DiLisa came an stayed with David while I was able to get in a nap and a shower. The Dr came in this morning and didn't have too much to say. Just will take time. I asked David was he doing any better and he said yes. He must have felt bad because of the stuff in his stomach yesterday. They had a very hard time getting the tube back down yesterday. He had it for 6 days so this throat was already sore. It's so sore now he is not even talking. Just hand gestures and head nodding. I was able to get his a little cleaned up this morning. But even that was painful. It's hard to believe we have been here for 10 days, and at the other hospital for 5 days before. We miss home. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6:00 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">David just pulled his NG tube out. He said he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't even breath. Please god help him not get sick again. Please just give me this one thing.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-9-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">2:14 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">What a turn of events! Today is day 11, and today is a new day! David is still feeling better and better. Pulling that tube was the best thing for him so far! A few waves of nausea, but that has been it. A few waves of nausea, but that has been it. He said it was because he got his sense of smell back, and it's a little over whelming. The DR came in and said he sounded good, and David said he was having some cramping and they said that wad... def a good sign! He just had a little bit of jello. He is taking it nice and slow. He hasn't eaten anything since the day after Christmas. It is going to take a while for him to have the hunger and appetite as he did before. They are still giving him nourishment via IV until he is fully able to do it on his own. Keep up those prayers coming. Hopefully all future updates are this up and we are not stepping backwards any more.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:15 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">David is kicked back watching Hitch. It has been a very good day. :-)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-10-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:26 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The DR came in at 5:30 this morning. We had a very restful night so David was chipper and ready to see him. He said he looks great. All our concerns were normal, and nothing to worry about. They might start him on solid food today! He took a long hot bath this morning and got really clean for the first time in a while. Now he is snuggled down and taking a cat nap. Here is to another good day!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">2:32 PM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The DR just came in David's white blood cells are high. They think infection. Sending him down for more test. Crap.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-11-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">7:25 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The test results showed some fluid around the connection site. They looked at his belly and there is a couple of the staples that are red and oozy. They are about to open it up and flush out the wound. He thinks that is the cause of the infection. Not sure where that puts us in going home tho. He had another pretty good night. His pain is just about gone. Just some discomfort from being down so long. So he moved between the chair to the bed about 15 times a night. I don't care one bit, as long as he gets some comfort I would help him move 150 times. I will update again after we see the Surgeon. Think positive! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:15 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay. Not going home today. They found a pretty bad infection. They took out the staples and packed the wound with gauze. They are sending samples to see what exactly is going on. David's mood is sinking again. He is very sullen. :-( </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-11-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">9:40 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They are taking his central line out and stopping his TPN (IV nutrition), changed him over to a full diet. They came in and talked to us about a home health nurse and what sort of equipment we may need at home. Could this be a good sign?!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1-12-11</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">10:07 AM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The surgeon just left, and gave us the bad news. She wants to keep David a couple more days to make sure all the infection is totally gone, and to make sure that a home health nurse is in place and ready to come out as soon as we get home. I an kinda disappointed, but I totally understand.So it looks like Friday when we will be there! We both can't wait to be home. He will stay alone tonight and most of the day tmw, I will drive back home tonight. Kayla has orientation at Nicholls tomorrow. After lunch I will head back this way and stay with him tomorrow night I hate hate hate leaving him alone, but there is only 2 of us! lol</span> </div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-5642479016328819002010-12-16T21:01:00.000-08:002010-12-16T21:03:49.841-08:00Update on David<b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center; "> It's been crazy nuts here. David's recovery was pretty much halted Monday. We took him to see the DR and he said if nothing had changed or if he got worse to let him know. Tuesday rolls around and the pain was unbearable. We arrived at the DR's office as they were writing his admittance papers. His colon was spasming so hard, it was like he was in labor. It would spasm every 7 minutes or so, and cause so much pain, he almost passed out at lunch. They admitted him around 11 am and it would take the next 9 hours and 6 different medications for the spasms to stop. But FINALLY they did stop. Thank to the lord! </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">We were told that he has too many nerves firing in his colon, causing it to contract so much its closing off. And instead of being smooth contractions like we all have (your colon is contracting right now). It's seizing down on itself. They sent the sample of his colon to at DR at Yale and we are awaiting word for a final diagnostics. So as of now he has to take medication every 3 hours so that they do not start back up again. I was finally able to bring him home today. Boy I tell you, I am not sure how much more of this we can take. I hope Monday brings some answers. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">So if you have some extra prayers laying around that are not in use we could sure use a few. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers so far. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">(the following post will be happier I promise)</div></span></b>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-61666409848712498852010-12-14T06:11:00.000-08:002010-12-16T21:58:29.104-08:00On the First Day of Christmas....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJGk1-zH3iYr_cyNW5LoABSGVhc_Kk3F4n7Uu9Fr76TkKXMLWNUGMldJNRbfosznUxaf4fjzcO3JiOrTZckn5cH9Fj1AQCYWYN0oRoDo-oMoCUAl6TqzEbOHcLYBr6H5mtXWsy2PyXrua/s1600/12_days.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJGk1-zH3iYr_cyNW5LoABSGVhc_Kk3F4n7Uu9Fr76TkKXMLWNUGMldJNRbfosznUxaf4fjzcO3JiOrTZckn5cH9Fj1AQCYWYN0oRoDo-oMoCUAl6TqzEbOHcLYBr6H5mtXWsy2PyXrua/s320/12_days.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551524686128261042" /></span></a><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My new friend gave to me, some awesome smelling Anti-Bacterial soap and a sweet note! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBxiHAC496p5o0ybwyxFfS8lQbpBfk85q20LlgpBKvMOXaFWX-NzuOTYsGdohfRk6voPfu8PQ6SVpAjivvM-XCakIdUia4hfgjcOZE3d7rJtQHQXjWUCCQGyyu62xm5VSKlbEFK3q0gTR/s320/12-13-10+004.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550543659075019890" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have never smelled this fragrance before and I am in LOVE! It's called Moonlit Path and it has now become my favorite! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550543671127367842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1A91VTEOEVDMVcKMbnyz5m8MdlkAvUKiF7OMRDqZRAKM-DDeQ1RnlC70VWj0H_QRfk8jc3W3f7uKkvjKZfxjA7ACJdLHfhMzqdTjtIRBFMwYWHJsJyguIO6MNdMJSuyM2Oe8ggRIqOcJ/s320/12-13-10+005.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the second day of Christmas my new friend gave to me, a beautiful fabric covered art journal! I can't tell you how excited this gifty made me. I have so many ideas that I want to one day fill it up with! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYUf74whLppkJm43JPm5opmIjUf1nw_1M1aNo8bPsSk1rWxbT-8VwXvPEkOrmdbZmMfHHZ4jfml9kUynxTbpcZyTuOOQFRCsbwHa2kvPzVzZH8CfowjSrQjpaB6329z_m5QJk4BJvaNWz/s320/12-16-10+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505578673035346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1el-laBvsQYAtWxwnZWzh9re20MtKiPC7kUyvBfOeCl53H779D6x5O5AudrQ_1TDYDtlkEBkRHApJRHLAQK5v4cBztjcfmJjfBkZzJtWFuKYBiU3tVRE-NUU3cPmy6WGNgHjvvajfUpB/s320/12-16-10+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505752409112418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the third day of Christmas my new friend gave to me, Some Minnesota Snowflakes! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglebPN1AxeFwnm0M4FAujH6ixRxgm_OIDwHIwMhVH9qYoYeerW2z6UPUj53KhH8jlh1vfaBtJelq_wtViKi_ydHDz6HtZYYdIYG1ANkV0OOuXHhhyphenhyphenRrXrlXWcItFBR2sRrYzCA6G3sElLq/s320/12-16-10+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505574269147058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seriously have you every seen anything so cute? Look at what she did to the bottom. You see where they are Made in...Nope not China.... Minnesota! LOL </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotY0mRG7f2zMwOuy3coResiH-bmO_XgB3E2i4CQEOiNl7d_0FbefV4cn0gHpFVJ00rJHvQAzdyMxywpR7P_YubFj6xtEKIbfuO2xdu0NeFbJT9Uvqkf92EJ7VVfxIYNIkZhbxiGlpN1Yg/s320/12-16-10+017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505565445616498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJhCxVrjW-zxr_uqcTNGo3O7dYDB_t8vAEVa0mU9l3qGQFApvoE4RkbPXeVqmy6UtSL1yvJQqcLis4iCr1WdI5LFNxnHly8qVV4LUC6f8-vcMwqDbYPsrPngdpYS-xg9pReQpP__Xm6AmJ/s320/12-16-10+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505565127055122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the fourth day of Christmas my new friend gave to me, a crochet book mark that is just gorgeous! I love the colors and how it fits perfectly in my book. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I think that should catch me up! This has been a real highlight of my day opening these little gifts. Not only to me, but my whole family. As you know we are going through hell right now, but every morning both the kids run in to remind me to open a gift. They love to see what I get. David even asked from the hospital if I was remembering to open my presents.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you so much Julie for being my partner. I can not wait to see what the rest of the days has in store for me! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550540980456586610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-itSfhmxYfMeRUfunVsKSH-CP5Pq7yghWEB-4XduCO7oQTGXuzXO5eMXMkXzzVfqGRpCUeJom1sXd0J1KtV2fnUKxhsA1BewbqseGLyaf2JM09em6gfwC95Np51eIEBxs_mRYzEu8Y7k/s320/12-11-10+023.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This past weekend Anna, Kathy and I participated in The Celebration inthe Oaks fun walk. It was a 2 mile walk in New Orleans City Park. The City Park in New Orleans, La is the second largest urban park, with the first being Central Park in New York. I know right! How cool is that little tidbit! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550540991036416098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8izE2BQ0klGBxP91KgZd-S3NA5ycmLXuZp7ggu0T8XDwXiqyhhIqXgx_w-GgnxxwrC91QBdGf-eiDydt-L1pKbscgQbcJ0BKj-CFAu86Bylb-DCGdHLYBd-vXCesxL2XgSmY42Px5ZI1D/s320/12-11-10+029.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550540994535121762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOV1p1wzunNyfdCd3FLYlliO4hT6qmY_OgfFLaG3FThCtOTkyLsNb6zQ5hIeoaYhLoHbjCwsekhudKl706RMGaL_bU3WdHD2zJFaUkQsCTLYYt_PHkA1FpI6DIKB1EAJm6Vg1LIIYDc3S/s320/12-11-10+030.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550541483647185922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwiek0Ufw9SWHlQd95vNF_oSo8l84_uZqcEnonrw2-QOFxtBC21xcyJWKd2PHm-adEZ2dlUvGWfu9qz31IyRlCDUhu8XGWiM7g5Lqjz_x3kwWX8H1wgvc6s8eqk0ld0rTW_YNLqHCJFyT/s320/12-11-10+040.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">As you can see we went dressed for the occasion, along with the other 3,500 other people there! This was the biggest event I have ever been to, and it was AWESOME! </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">It was so cool to see all the different costumes and families that showed up. Next year I plan on wearing a TuTu! I think my friend Carla makes them, and by next year she won't have to use nearly as much fabric as she would have this year. LOL </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550541478897263378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYk1vGqx_4hhvgyAEBYVpYNc0wlMMcYIz4mMdW3uESqQHd3gETBbZ90srtNvs3DfKHiWlPaT_bjcvRLae0Fv7p1spXoLFmaNESrn06rB9xzNEimbNTTRK2FUCrX53FgfOCR1-XQWvz1fmr/s320/12-11-10+038.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here was my final time. Not too bad, I didn't do it to beat my time, or to make a certain time. I did it for the exercise and to spend time with my crazy friends. But you wanna know something really freaking cool??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550541470708420978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNV8YWgBybecE6P4g394EPNZsVT7-uSrWWAWb2Gy3Hv_rT0d9sng9CZcaG18TNKvQ2VR888n_MD817bsxxyk6_MAwwV_8yBHrbD6Uay0K6s9uT6s8cwDEXsaYrnXo2XkTPH-gkoWCzd__/s320/12-11-10+035.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550541462302894146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0pSZLG-MKxkcNS02OSamdaGl1KtBw4UejHLYfgythuROqP0KYmfCg4ENCylOdsQMwITCAPInnBMa-xYNSv_WYMPlZHp-ebwxenZug7TvFyJBWwt9hu6SOymU4x7ElwtxiBBD36nisGZFH/s320/12-11-10+034.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >All these people finished AFTER me! Oh yeah I was no where near the last person to finish this race baby! No way! That in itself made the walk worth it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZH89DOvTM_TCBCMJTKJJ0lwpegeUyL5U2doOQH8Sy3L7RsfTJ847hU5qFVgm0PBCgNQANK0vpoGzigrqiXn1OPfUqZN8n_-HOuvpfbwyB0_jmi2PKnlVRuZAzXgM5HArnA0Fh8G3khWz/s320/guesswhoseback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551524692993265538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This week Justin was back and ready for action. And by action I mean ready to kick my ass all over the gym. But before he handed me my ass on a platter, he weighed me. I am down 17 pounds since the last time I weighed with him!!!! That puts me at 291!!!!! Holy batman! I am almost out of the 290's forever! I feel some new progress pics in the making. Maybe I can get David to take some this weekend. I know there is a difference, because pants that I have been waiting to wear because they were too snug, are now just a tiny bit too big! That is very exciting for me. I am happy he is back and ready for the rest of my transformation. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3eosnBUkEbDcRdc3LEJQtnHI-dkoUVWUiZ_Yd4RMJ_wzS5Z0OR3c55ST74WgXFb0BEEzyauYMqUe2UnttUqPS1G7-xmdCvYJjfZpyAaR6lbpP74sGv9gOajXachYGAKHjKTPQjHl9YA6/s320/395632515v6_480x480_Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551524688297850002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Before I go I have to share one more thing. Tuesday as they are admitting David to the hospital I get a call from one of the owners of my gym. She left me a message to call her back. Once I got David all settled in, I have her a call and she asked when the next time I was coming in. That they had something they wanted to give me. I told them that Justin was back and that I would be in the next night and she said to come before six. So last night I head over to warm up before my session, and Sadie catches me and brings me to the office. She told me that I was such an inspiration and that they loved seeing me work and my transformation so far, that they wanted to give me a gift. She handed me the cutest gift bag EVER, and I said that Tory had been wanting to give me this for a while. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmREmssyLYGc-C4BFUWI26mLyLHXLCjSaOzDj0elpGoDf3Fl6jQPlP6GwBsdOJ1ZIYV1k5086yBcIhknSRu2JqJ8AWa8ryYg0Q_04GoNPuqgl8fFBkEFyQemXdIGmmVq4Hbaw67byt1Emq/s320/12-16-10+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551505571205282914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >OMG! YES this is what you think it is! This is <a href="http://stores.homestead.com/Gruve/-strse-7/pedometer-weight--loss/Detail.bok">MY OWN GRUVE</a>!!! I have been wanting one of these types of calorie counters for a while. I had actually had one on my Christmas list, but since this crap storm, I just put it on the back burner. Now I have one!! I hugged her neck and told her thank you a million times! I will find Tory and hug and thank her too. This has to be THE nicest thing anyone has every done for me. EVER! When I got home I even cried. I have never thought of myself as an inspiration much. I am just a chic trying to do this for good this time. And with the help of some AWESOME people, it has now gotten just a little bit easier. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am one lucky girl! </span></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-39180944639302694922010-12-10T12:29:00.000-08:002010-12-10T14:25:42.324-08:00It's Friday Again<div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsjlsRTJwHiZ0_BhBllIEO40BmGsgwKmmSkUXDW58bcb437J5KmisQb9A7EuUegoQ5ZDOAK2h0fC769VYJdu61cQyl6swtXZYQFUFxe-FNM5nIMaCjIFmp8-0GYrbO9v_U4K8FmzUy6ej/s1600/vlcsnap-214935.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177259182894242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsjlsRTJwHiZ0_BhBllIEO40BmGsgwKmmSkUXDW58bcb437J5KmisQb9A7EuUegoQ5ZDOAK2h0fC769VYJdu61cQyl6swtXZYQFUFxe-FNM5nIMaCjIFmp8-0GYrbO9v_U4K8FmzUy6ej/s320/vlcsnap-214935.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Man, I can't seem to find a minute to myself here lately. I promise I have not abandon you guys, just hard to stop long enough to blog. FINALLY today I have a minute. I will try and keep things light, even though all I really want to do is throw myself a pity party.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549178289037972642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWV7ZVbyW9KwkigirWx52BFbWx2LEAThMkg7B_pItHt0BKTb7c-krmx-aB3KTkqz0jYGZpn1GI-8jADs5Yr7dFOleqHYdYMWSAkfoTSYF14aE4YsMUniEYAFQu4qE4F2vj9NLomzZ8S-v/s320/images.jpg" /> The first couple days after David came home Kayla's car broke down. We found out that she needs a water pump and a timing belt. UGGGGG! And if anyone knows, her car is not the best car in the world. We just needed it to last until January when she got her income tax's and school started. So with only one car, its been a royal pain for us BOTH to get back and forth to work. David normal fixes things. He's still down. Not able to do much. It's killing him.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549180512335335538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0A_s7dpZKM9_wc7q2eSN4aOElBeiCRoHZ5ITtMIkzeUTAgzD5OH45k6rMuQTAsQCA5t82tUkE_TfOWp2sNl_MweaH33IApf6Ig3RIsLkljIObsUg8n6Nu8CmZys5GhGYe7FH3JM0Kt9-Q/s320/bah_humbug.jpg" /> David is...well I don't know. This time things are not going as smoothly as they did for his previous procedures. He has stayed in pain pretty much since they sent him home. Today I called the DR. Because things are not moving like they should if you know what I mean. (Sorry TMI I know..But my blog my rules). As soon as I told the nurse what was going on the DR wanted us to come in now. We went to see him and he sent us right over to the hospital for testing. After testing we went back to the DR office. The DR said that he is trying to get in touch with the lab that has the portion of his colon that he sent for biopsy. He is hoping that his colon is just moving slow because of the trauma of surgery. He called today to have the section they took out further tested. He wants to test the cells. He wants to make sure he has enough for his colon to work properly. That would explain all the trouble he has had for the past several years. But I don't know what that would mean for the future. I am worried about him. And I can tell the DR is too. He said he is worried because David doesn't seem to be recovering at the same rate as he did for his previous surgeries. He said he knows this was a lot more, but he should be on the up swing by now. Monday will make 2 weeks post-op.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177874668581474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAUNTzQ4wtyTsM6ZnBmkBk8GrP0w30EXN6nMwS0UnFFdfhcm5yEGt5-wE47zFljQcEF7xDHaFfaC6r24UmxLmBHq-izCJr4QUMn88CoEiO7D0aH9Viv0W2W6JqEbbMacyxY2hN61zB7qs/s320/pity-party.jpg" /> So with that, I am extremely frustrated. I am frustrated that we don't have any more answers. I am frustrated that he is not feeling better. I am frustrated that it is 15 days before Christmas and I don't even want to plug in my Christmas tree. I bought all sorts of outside decor and I am praying I can find the receipt because I don't want to put it out. I just want my money back. I just want all this holly jolly junk to be over, because I am not feeling it. It's hard to be happy when you are are worrying 24/7.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176054604685426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNCtbK8BqHZKuZ5sRJbXudYG6W-26q66k1rn2JAj1DM8y8HI7MCeZd3mjYtm7tmwgDg_3sKZtZYeDEO1AJUoqsMfUf7tn87bcTSPENJ6l9Mg69K8AP2zz6iQDQCUFB1w8TiXWtp3RIXZo/s320/zumba_logo_2_high.jpg" /> Okay pitty party over. We went back to Zumba last night. Anna and bought the punch card. 10 classes for $40. That makes each class $4 each. Not to shabby. I actually remembered my watch so I was able to see how much I moved.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176051675570050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DsQQa_krhJpWX0OGLdB4fKr4Ed5Ne3cGfW5vqrYRd1Mpy2JqgRsyzYeCS-sfMZAfIAEoFJYmfaC_TdZIT2a6J_9U9WzkPB0z8KTe9R2aQ954cYNLBqPgD6hT7HrEjhw93pMtdVKZfYez/s320/12-09-10+003.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">50 minutes. 947 calories burned. I will take it. I think we will stick to Monday nights. I enjoyed the instructor more than the one last night. Last nights class seemed like there was a lot of choreography. By the time I caught on, they were moved on to something else. Don't get me wrong I was faking it all the way. But I felt like Monday's class gave me a better work out.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549182245972084290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXkHJz1YcCFH8GqiwuUz9TBJAyrAAR87c8ai-HfuAmpouISC36Xil9HCumz8xK7wVHEONwmNa5sRp5EFP42x6yQUgS866_MHExuc1vAV2ouvwf4Aymk8pFykTnKSojV3TwsiclQZ5Q9N_/s320/080W013052270001.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549182242329440866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mE5p2D8RZCbNSJcEHoEL-hv8FLVOSrhOsPtA9STkCW5VQE7vg6LQTYZmQ7ashFvTj2IY-qsgPXGfVOzXvnOTG01EpFA71OSSqU78pJlHz6iObd4EpkzTFhtZWH3C6kKIQszeTrI_YBsA/s320/1_638c52f11148239e0c9f5a92a1c3c91a.jpg" />For all of you that have asked about my watch. </span></strong><a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=10719753&findingMethod=rr"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is a link to it.</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> And from the looks of it, its even on sale. I paid right at $25 for mine. I totally love it. I do not wear it all the time. Just during my work outs. I find it is great for setting a goal and hitting it at the gym. It makes ME work harder.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549181021044679634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQw5QJQs2B3HKy72lwb9-0o6yWwaAf3oCAXfLEdwD4sB0gudzBidfILwl1wLLeOTsnwKdKZw8dYpp5aDtPMxO2qwYzIW3VzhIzGU2qgs6XotBUQSyhaU-k6Gw10laBSQfHR-dU5cc9viy/s320/fitbit.jpg" />Before all this crazy junk happened this month, I had told David that I would like one that I wear all the time. Something like the Body Bugg, Fit Bit, Gruve or any of the other 100's of monitors they have out now. I think I would work that much harder seeing DAILY in and out. Maybe for my birthday in June.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549180526933546114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0f9qLd1kBWYsv4HCC-E0tKo_vR6e_taWdlkRco4R3-OaoOdSKtte8L3J2jnTi27YH8_r7ojXf1qAHvcNXedjPzcyUGjxCyeVfM_kr3JydCl1JnzAtko41mljeswwYX_yAN09kKKVjmc_/s320/smile1.jpg" />Oh I got some GREAT news yesterday. Justin should be back next week! He has been released for light duty and is ready to get back into work. I am both happy and freaking scared! I am really ready to be pushed, I am ready to get my head back in the game. I am ready for his scale and to make some stats official! But I worry that I should wait until this crap storm passes. But then I think I NEED this. I need to have some control over something. So I confirmed Tuesday and Thursday of next week. </span></strong></div><div><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549180516730934642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLI-gwoPBW4HmAEzO_3yh2w9fnF8zY_HgS0-mF8mNJfYZWo5iHKVsLe1pYP0Z5qPa_MxdyMhSkbptSb6LumDrFpwzpPejVNmjodQbe18QvSaYheuk2xUoxlUuQRa6C4P0uLwndtW9z-MsA/s320/celebration-in-the-oaks.jpg" /> In this storm I forgot to mention that Anna, Kathy and I signed up for another walk/run. This one is only 2 miles. It's called </span></strong><a href="http://www.travelnola.com/christmasinneworleans/celebrationintheoaks/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Celebration in the Oaks and its in New Orleans</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">. After the walk we get admission to the huge Christmas light display in City Park. Anna bought us antlers to wear during the walk. Everyone is always decked out in Christmasy stuff. I hope I can pull it off. I will be sure to post some pics when I get home.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549180503151309794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJv4PMKunS8qQVw7SHuKz8ZPZARp4qwTjWFF2Bg9YMxlw1ZthvbLCWikdLFHEv9I5KI5ZeK4AbpWejUwlFdhumH0WarsueAzZElRaPEdoTa0f-7bIY3VM8bz0L57avtC2rmVSwUtk4chL/s320/17131-%252812-Days%2529-770785.jpg" />Monday should start the 12 days of Christmas fun! My partner </span></strong><a href="http://julie-thegoingtobenewme.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Julie</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> got her package yesterday. I can't wait for her to start opening all her presents. I plan to post every day with a photo of what I got! Maybe this will bring me some cheer that I so desperately need right now. That's what I am hoping for the most. :-) </span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-64442441882777279252010-12-06T20:45:00.000-08:002010-12-06T21:31:55.835-08:00Manic Monday<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Wow! It's almost 11 PM! I should have my hiney in bed! After a 2 week hiatus from the gym, Anna and I hit a local Zumba class tonight. OMG It was everything, I have heard and more. At first I thought I would be intimidated but I just went with it. The music was rockin' and I was sweatin'. The class wasn't too big, they had about 25 people there. I am already looking forward to doing it again. It felt AWESOME to get my heart rate up. I forgot my dang heart watch so I don't know how many calories I burned but I was feeling it.</span></b></span></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >David is still feeling crappy. I took him for a check up today. They said he would feel crappy for a while. They did rework his pipes after all. I am hoping once he is feeling better he will start gaining some weight back. He was down to 117 today. I have toenails that weigh more than that for the love of goodness!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I signed up for a challenge over on <a href="http://almostgastricbypass.blogspot.com/">Allen's blog</a>. It's pretty much what I am currently doing, just more water, which I need to drink anyways. He has had some amazing results so far, I hope to add my name to the list. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I got my name for the 12 Days of Christmas swap. Her name is <a href="http://julie-thegoingtobenewme.blogspot.com/">Julie</a> and she is so sweet. She is kicking the scales butt, and balancing 101 other things too. I am looking forward to making her happy for a few days. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wx63j_k6swsicTK3U5-ENRaeJAgRAwEZFtdw53cnttyRx8Wmz5xYfgkReju1_y3QIwVbgKMptAoTnJ5gZQTERfH2MBNXtWjr-Ur_c-mK01gZJ4RbwZOiyxE0OgRhOZf4OvlCXncaVK2h/s320/12-6-10+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547808508690740354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here is peek at all her goodies ready to be boxed up. I will put them in the mail tomorrow so that she can get it in plenty of time. Julie I hope you are ready! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry such a short post tonight. I promise to make you all giggle and snicker tomorrow. </span></b></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-21275913907207647742010-12-03T07:48:00.000-08:002010-12-03T12:23:31.907-08:00Surprize! I am still here!!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DjWebCeAfasawFM4khsL6riKBBI6JrAapRRZPNxVSQIIV0aGQVVSFpZe13z9UqaU6zcCzEs6fKqbWDoGjPwo4x_qr-or8hXdbTnVLdnYQPkN7O69-V6BZAAuX_1rZNFj6masjwnD3jlw/s1600/tgif2.png"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546547341236346418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DjWebCeAfasawFM4khsL6riKBBI6JrAapRRZPNxVSQIIV0aGQVVSFpZe13z9UqaU6zcCzEs6fKqbWDoGjPwo4x_qr-or8hXdbTnVLdnYQPkN7O69-V6BZAAuX_1rZNFj6masjwnD3jlw/s320/tgif2.png" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes it is true, I think I may be back from the other side of hell! </span></strong><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546546876041473826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevu9xnC9cPOPQ4W5JlaMiTvjeEw_TEyCz9K1idQuiCkeh35b1nf8AlNP8hPPVFzz3WmwTHXRWesOEzs7fjls1vIlQWGoNFnblEJMCBcJGNwp0RabuMUwx_uJF-pKJnhGxe8HfGpzxW_2b/s320/1751289sieavwni32.gif" /> I think when I last left you was last Tuesday. They had admitted David because he was dehydrated. He spent the night and was able to come home Wednesday just in time for Thanksgiving. He got to spend the day with family. They way Thanksgiving is supposed to be spent. Even though we were missing my Mom and Dad, DiLisa (she was sick), Bobby, and Bud, we still had a great day. Dinner was YUM as usual. And I enjoyed spending time with those who were able to make it.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546549261007566834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYat5CHZME0_pqVmwfBZt1_JWZxzfUhNbEli9FgzmJHLPN76plDAW-7wYVWtgGQ3S7hX6qVBQR0Qbhe0WXTK2ELdQ47cbpxxF72pwyoBdXS6mpo5JRtrhej3k0we-GixFUo9CUVDIBdaK/s320/monday-killer.jpg" /> Monday was back to the hospital, his surgery was scheduled for 12. We got there at 8 for them to start getting him ready. They took him back a little before noon. 3 hours later and the DR came out to tell me that he was finished up, and he was now in recovery. 1/4 of his colon was removed, and moved out of the upper quadrant of his abdomen. The scar tissue was more aggressive this time. Which worries the DR. He said he did not expect it to be as much as it was when he went in. It has only been 7 months since his last. On top of that, he said it looks as if the scar tissue has moved on to his liver now. He is working with another DR to see what the next steps are. We are going to ask to be refereed to a specialist. Not that I do not have confidence in the DR he see's now, it's just we need answers NOW. And we need to stop this now. This makes his 4th surgery for the same thing. We can't keep doing this. His body is tired. He is tired. I just want my husband to NOT be in pain.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546547328605526210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3uX-Tawe-AZxUUaN19w-z19yQJ5ZWKHdKy_NEHB83S438aiNDwbvUj2GTXSYJPHpw6jg8H6RYtbNSo4LRfYADSzeYzF_qmnAgMoJebOxb8ZNVq54E9P6Ji6ySxnVB5Zfz4B7gponHoZv/s320/no%252520pain%252520sign%252520painfree%252520free.jpg" /> He is at home resting now. They had to make this incision bigger than expected so he is hurting pretty bad. Kayla and I work in shifts so someone can be home with him to help him up and around. And if anyone knows my hubby, you know he HATES depending on anyone. He would rather just die before he asks for help. So this is a real test for him that is for sure. I hope in a couple of days he will be feeling lots better.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546546885205661346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTJwjnw8zyoOo-nAc3jBXlq1SLJwJNArRIA5Z53dIN2T_43UBbw5UyDL4oQX7G3NR2jwA9eSm0eEcg6xDJw5E-2LqdqNzobczqo2vbr3c6JoLOEIMOlRY5uyFgYUG0yeth7P9CJLlNzVn/s320/even-if-on-right-track-will-rogers-button-0335.jpg" /> Even though I have not been to the gym since the day before Turkey Day, I have been keeping on track with my food. I am determined NOT to let LIFE derail me again. I am always going to have SOMETHING happen, and if I just give up every time it does (Like I have done 1,000,001 times before) I will never reach the end of my journey. I am NOT saying it has been easy, or that I have been perfect, but I am VERY mindful. </span></strong><div> </div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546546891642196786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7jIegqNCLi6U9AYy5j4uOvAdim-iufwM4CXyE85MT1B3rDtynfTjFLvRUcy81yEvKm5VwiA2zXF9UfM5Q5TUq-qlKX0TvYkEU5vmUpW5OobrPA6zyHqTMJx3Zi8Mns5RwqcbNzT9bIW0/s320/Lowest+Ever.jpg" /> And for that....I was rewarded. You can't see me right now but I am smiling like a fox in a hen house. (geeze does that date me or what?!). Every time I feel like I could just forget what I am doing and just grab something from the snack machine, or share whatever the kids have been eating, I think of this. THIS feels to good to lose. So I keep on plugging away.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546547333861518354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJDQ6fvqhVmYh6lG7mNEySohYeQ2hPznVF-tZZ1HYVFQ2rjVz1uKwADDOGm3iWDXLnMOgNrk6Zi440KRI6Dfk-iKuJaY9LpycmGHm7_wqlm_Ftej80qUYfAQHpv46cB05JW5fGwBvuxw0/s320/success-story.jpg" />I WILL be a success story.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546551583318927634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4rHiLqRJmP4dMxEbJLRNBttMHWCv8Hv36NpJGgQS8AWNqeCTRbzfY7D9qS5Dii8CGromKFlZp59a4qgOu4aYrVNHN0-nkSxkDTlTmzn0eB_f5IyU5XJK60Hqq9rQwWQThN5_9czvoB4x/s320/Christmas_presents.jpg" />I have so much to catch up on in blogland. I can't wait to see how everyone did over the holiday's. I was able to make it time to join </span></strong><a href="http://alltheweigh2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/twelve-days-of-christmas-swap.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kenz</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> and </span></strong><a href="http://happinessisajourneyforjanna.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Janna's</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> 12 Days of Christmas swap. There is still time to join if you get over there today. I am so excited about this swap I have already started gathering my gifts! I can't wait to find out who's name I got. This is EXACTLY what I need right now. Some fun stuff to get my mind off of my recent trip to hell and get me in the Christmas Spirit.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546546901100356722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi5NI8gxNDjnvgy1twpAf9_QTy4rn7ABNzhheuq3BFCsgymlL_jF9KYVcovKaoGv5JtdW5isdzcU6YQxydKusBA1ItxfHpJOaDFvKB-LS_bZWf5YEWrlC-ufTJK-Azk5E-qfJlKL7nqMV/s320/My+Tree+Lite.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546546893245476914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbbYxcT6BW96XyUQi9ILkQqxk-D9JfECpNqAAofEs5TrSL05IMZhof-4yj0DNEQB_-3vB7is2VKF4vMI0aL428xbKZVlRsbkNyxiwjo1KRq5zsL8qVBj-DzemEJbqaHGD8pyY-iuZE_jv/s320/My+Tree+2.jpg" />Sunday we were able to put up our tree. I wanted it all to be done so when David came home this week that was one less thing to do. And because of course he puts on the topper. I love my tree. It makes me happy looking at it. It's a little smaller than it was last year, but that is okay. It's perfect for us.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546547337956697634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqeUv3Q0cz2h11-1TcZEDB_kLgZhSv6SrYfl99bG21lG6Knwe9tBiRpy-XqEIv-uImZsZ98zN_XpaJthFg0kxzsIWPKMQmwecdsMNQnA0POuA893onkfPFbEWgfiAcEtIfNIkW2eNqHmUA/s320/zumba_logo_2_high.jpg" />Monday Anna, Kathy and I plan on starting Zumba. I am really nervous because I am the whitest white girl on the planet. But I am ready to give it a go. I think it might be fun. Only a couple more weeks before Justin is ready to kick my ass again. As crazy as it sounds I can not wait! I am ready to push myself farther than I have ever before.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546551105749493442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRLxYVaVmb8Tl2rsFxSuGE34Y_YJ-ANc00QGG2ugGUecQ2zBlhZ9gIqo3lVYRdw0WIyRkYPe6qVvUPloDe5PUvZ5sNnZ9esMra1ifvc91za5hkt3bHVmDrPiGTfqMHoTD5riizX5frs9G/s320/thank-you-bodies.jpg" />Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes these past couple of weeks. David has enjoyed listening to all your comments and emails. </span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-17155305125473423122010-11-23T06:24:00.000-08:002010-11-23T07:39:35.278-08:00Quick Update<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apologies up front: This will NOT be your run of the mill, chipper, the world smells like roses blog post from me. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This past week has totally sucked for me. Not as far as diet and weight loss, but just in general. It started last Friday with a trip to the DR's office for David. He has been having some pain in his left side again, same exact pain, same exact place. We know EXACTLY what it is before we even make the appointment. So we get to the office and the first thing the DR say's is...Oh no, please not again. Yeah our feelings exactly buddy. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We talk and it is decided that this time they will go in and remove a portion of his bowel. They will manage his pain over the weekend and see him to admit him on Monday and schedule surgery for Tuesday. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542770062038070994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn71X7wog0J_XyY6xfrjPegKxAPRr-rKSmdtv85sYXHiqpKBocP5SH3s__DNxZaR8bih1XaBgEZePjyFppXGecpLQvs06pSJNEhYczZ2EUPL5GAIfdyRmXwyhbW8Nj8ZiegjuiCCxvwLoC/s400/remove.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The right angle area is where he keeps producing scar tissue. It's been 7 months since his last surgery. It was 6 months before that one and 8 months before that one. And a little 2 years since the first one. They can not tell what is causing the tissue to form, and why so rapid. But it attaches to his bowel and grows over it and basically pinches it off. So that nothing can pass. That makes him feel full. Kinda like a barbaric lap band if you will. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">If he forces himself to eat it causes suck bad cramps because he can feel the his body trying to break down the food so that it can pass. So he ends up not eating. Then starts to lose weight, and eventual dehydrate. That's where we ended up Monday. In the office he was so severely dehydrated that his legs had started to cramp, and his lips were all dried up. My poor baby. I can not tell you how bad it hurts me when he is sick and hurting. It breaks my heart. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So we were in the DR's office all of 5 mins and he sends us to the hospital to be admitted ASAP. The plans were to rehydrate him and 'clean' him out to get him to feeling some what better. The DR said that being home for Thanksgiving would be a great moral boost for him. And that the surgeon that would assist would not be able to get there until NEXT Monday. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night was a rough night. The stuff they give him to 'clean' him out makes him very sick to his stomach. He said his legs are not cramping any more thanks to the IV but now they are sore. I came to work, because I need to save my vacation time for when the actually has the surgery next week. We are waiting to hear from the DR today so see if he can be sent home today or tomorrow for the holidays. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So where does that put me? Stressed out beyond anything. We are still planning on having Thanksgiving at the house. Everyone should be here for Wednesday. David is acutally looking forward to it. He can relax in his recliner and everyone can visit him. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I wasn't able to get to the gym yesterday. So I took the stairs at the hospital in its place. I think I almost died some where around the 4th floor. I had NO idea stairs would KILL me like that. Even though I have been working out 5 days a week for 3 months, I wanted to die. I guess it was better than nothing, but tonight I will hit the gym. I need to feel like I have control of SOMETHING. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I weighed this morning, it said 295.1 I think this is my lowest to date. I need to go back and check. I am not calling it official until I am back working with Justin. Something about being on paper makes it more real for me. My clothes are feeling great tho. And I finally got my smaller uniform shirts in. I am looking forward to putting it on and seeing how it feels. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I will keep you all posted on how things progress. This should be an interesting Turkey Day to say the least! </span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-73496396013106492772010-11-16T19:10:00.000-08:002010-11-16T19:16:05.367-08:00Do You See What I See?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hyphenhyphenJ4XkmkR0Fqa04ho9z95E61fx6ve4-6XUtjSbrNVEeh5uoOuT509g86RCo3JpgIdnW2_AFthgmBiD_MTODumcR1pp1FrziZoTxuMdqc8vNi_UdrzQ0c0B1JAVwe5pwkeLjC6CklQH_Y/s1600/Back+Three.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hyphenhyphenJ4XkmkR0Fqa04ho9z95E61fx6ve4-6XUtjSbrNVEeh5uoOuT509g86RCo3JpgIdnW2_AFthgmBiD_MTODumcR1pp1FrziZoTxuMdqc8vNi_UdrzQ0c0B1JAVwe5pwkeLjC6CklQH_Y/s400/Back+Three.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540352116806692930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOkVzM7TsahmwbgYTYFC-o1xkXcWQ1wpCu4kC77B3fMVqmyr_vECWf5paKq5vAqgoDFE3bZ6oietTxOpzAaL4cgxPLIazTTsHnpBiAte2JPQ-CMxR-zClNBScJpgd2xOQlS67TcTU9UnD/s1600/Front+Three.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOkVzM7TsahmwbgYTYFC-o1xkXcWQ1wpCu4kC77B3fMVqmyr_vECWf5paKq5vAqgoDFE3bZ6oietTxOpzAaL4cgxPLIazTTsHnpBiAte2JPQ-CMxR-zClNBScJpgd2xOQlS67TcTU9UnD/s400/Front+Three.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540352113626674562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5PphlINgk14mzkNZAxKVgiuao1VCOfZK7zKkpV3wlBUGCdpqAitJ3Sj9Qa_aV1Onx-Ea3qv5Z2u0ZYamlBniK38nyRzp0nRgPuUM1-3Ih6xdFvvo_SI1M4_dWqn8bQ-n6m0Rz45I4UIx/s1600/Left+Three.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5PphlINgk14mzkNZAxKVgiuao1VCOfZK7zKkpV3wlBUGCdpqAitJ3Sj9Qa_aV1Onx-Ea3qv5Z2u0ZYamlBniK38nyRzp0nRgPuUM1-3Ih6xdFvvo_SI1M4_dWqn8bQ-n6m0Rz45I4UIx/s400/Left+Three.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540352111781500786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSBYtBP8mQFU_JePRTwVyIyBz2ViGAQ_jSPvOpNhosvk-ORCrMEZAMtPOc10n2n_ByouotZ1xoypOk989lAePfPob-PFuI0wakV7LwaAna7fYOXZL0Da84ZDjGocWfQCnsSDfWwg1F9di/s1600/Right+Three.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSBYtBP8mQFU_JePRTwVyIyBz2ViGAQ_jSPvOpNhosvk-ORCrMEZAMtPOc10n2n_ByouotZ1xoypOk989lAePfPob-PFuI0wakV7LwaAna7fYOXZL0Da84ZDjGocWfQCnsSDfWwg1F9di/s400/Right+Three.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540352109557128866" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As promised. Updated photos. For the first time I think I may be at a loss for words.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-58379905287940425252010-11-16T08:49:00.000-08:002010-11-16T13:25:39.213-08:00Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPT6EUVKI65lEQbEfk8WI9lWJ3Ez4aBoO4nFJbiyEej8QRe3PyllE-i0bkBgELXPbP2Kb0BlWR78jIoszlWD4NMt7jMjApgCLju5ODySvo2ZaX9HbPqHVA-CY8BCa6cs_Y82jjzjbItEc/s1600/AAAAAjIgV7EAAAAAAQMYSw.png"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540255615698669266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPT6EUVKI65lEQbEfk8WI9lWJ3Ez4aBoO4nFJbiyEej8QRe3PyllE-i0bkBgELXPbP2Kb0BlWR78jIoszlWD4NMt7jMjApgCLju5ODySvo2ZaX9HbPqHVA-CY8BCa6cs_Y82jjzjbItEc/s320/AAAAAjIgV7EAAAAAAQMYSw.png" /></span></strong></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">First things first here. Thanks to everyone who entered my first blog give away. Thanks to all THREE of you! HA HA HA HA. Since it was my first one, and you all don't reallllllllllly know me from Adam. I have decided to award all of you with a prize.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248849651382994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRXZ8sv2AEgEVChZwgibo5kYeQeGh58LbL4cKiV9jByKRcdPV6XE0_wMzEsI1i8A4VaDduTiASKu6AAZpKE_M5ZYwNvfQGhMVUiCubK621a7z1cWHgcZqCRWTInkeCDyTPyohJ6_YTZPw/s320/photo.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Please forgive these crappy photos, they were taken with my phone in a hurry! Here are all three of the names that are being entered.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248819144478306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfV_yRzbPGKogBAF280AutX_xFK5iN_yquXMz0uKoDj4r8Go3k2aklbtIQqejZJZfkQhlmQdUtoaKPnYXxffNNVKquXOCB0mn096qDQfmWcc0bYoKquucjhelfSV9c-WGVj2SKeA1yJtx4/s320/2.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Here I have them all folded up and mixed up.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540249577808271474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8lb9KOxkSSXMudS9o5YbxpzwKHn3s-jjhcs2ow8wciXvwyEM8QlG-ROSX7QGyDxYh-tkBiGuVzFMfv8bch9adzqPEwj-RRJ6JtYUZLjfCw0k5CosEyswSsZZWDsGuAhyphenhyphenkdKwye6c5C9K/s320/photo3.jpg" /> And here is the winner!! Congrats Kati. I will be sending you out a box of my yummy new favorite tea, and a variety pack so you can try all the other flavors too. I know you are going to LURVE it just like I do.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540255626430075490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMdKRoVWpOJTwNa9mhHrzIT9u1hBNY1ZphhEAaDO2SVHR3_pMljS2F4GbXh6z4ePsF-FAbaykxCWDRf9e5QNLFK_ZPl09sGsBOFeVcrXJzzWDQSiTggzub891svegzA3TDD1aX_d66mDR/s320/everybodywins.gif" /> Trish and Jenn (I hope that was your name). You both will be getting a variety pack too. So now everyone is a winner! Girls please email me </span></strong><a href="mailto:rachel.donald08@gmail.com"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">rachel.donald08@gmail.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> with your mailing addresses so that I can get your goodies in the mail! </span></strong><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540255620411476994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDi0tg3hdyZs_FC8EWZHWAZdf8UWzYN9P5Zcc5qn5nolW3CGPoJeKs1NiSDBlkxRjWWPUgh41QeNMOOtsTtdXgTcYt8lOv0VWKBIs9PugJNdpt4AHGxXKhW1j4eJ3YdqMqQsOMDT2YI2a/s320/drum-roll-please.png" /> Well I have been waiting to share this until I was reallllllllllly sure it wasn't a dream. Today (well actually a day last week) I drove right into Twotterville. This is it boys and girls, this is where I was before I let life get in the way of my dreams. From this day forward, it's all brand new. You know it its a hell of a lot easier to loose weight the first time, instead of the second (or third or fourth).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540249588869914770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXy6aT-Uh3VYIiQp-lomRH72mcPpWgSziY6qcGtLuz_aZP-tz5ahEOUzSW4p06EbbivkbLVojoYT1YCBurCkh7s5cNv7FUqStmK6Ya6OKZ834AGCWxeo1bPlHXw_xlGCCx_BYiVokLWVCv/s320/11-16-10+049.JPG" /> Today I feel totally renewed. Today I feel like it's finally the first day of the rest of my life instead of being stuck in some bad movie like Bill Murray in Groundhogs Day. Today I will watch what I eat a little better. Today I will push myself a little harder at the gym. Today I will start planning for the rest of my life. Today is a good day folks.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540256212108681138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODx5onQCdFeSdcbL0AkYa5mn8nzH8uXBhssjwYQHUIMQl8IUoBqmo4Io_OlHUi8PJXOX2CspfSSq7BkRah80I655xSEQi1o8guzgIvHTJNZSfVYbtBh-3FfjjtkkmUkiye1JlGuRoayJy/s320/tag.jpg" />Guess what? I was tagged again! This time by Kati over at </span></strong><a href="http://unearthingmyvivaciousness.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Great Balancing Act of a 24 year old! </span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">You should go check out her blog, she is super cute and a southern gal like myself! </span></strong><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay here are my 4 questions:</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1.What is the happiest moment of your life? </span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248822315271218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3SQw7PWeg8Gvtsuxbz0bTl4KHmjacfj_ud1P1GmUiRv2g4PMzC9EfkCz9Q3sh4WVlSz8FDlqIu_vRpK_MD_A3iUaTdLjP7bL8l7_mjBG4KOcMhCDUrIzoos43aYwMXr5GuRhsjkV7oEZ/s320/5-22kb.jpg" /> Oh geeze...I have had so many...marring my best friend, the birth of my children, taking our first family vacation last year. Seeing my kids face, when we pulled up at the cruise terminal was amazing. We made so many memories on that trip. So yeah I am gonna go with that one. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2.Who is your favorite television character of all time?</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248830030066418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzj43yQ6JPtnwKBbGo6MZ_4jqlF3YWvkfnM0B_PCAGZw2ueiPvEYrzAu9gGzffvTjYshhQ2nSylVt9KyR0qZ1NAxcK7Ea8qcg_iAn7heQa7CNkctezfOExfTnVgjpC9E3ZgqbqI7GLzeV7/s320/castle.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Another stumper...I think I am going to have to say Richard Castle from the show Castle. I love his imagination and I love the chemistry between Becket and him. I do not know that I would like them to every hook up tho. I love them just the way they are. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3.What is your favorite bumber sticker (or funny/interesting quote/saying)? </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540248846096844690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuNbAr_CdS5kUHWngSD-TmkaB772_xI_E7zbU0w214jPU_ogxqIxSV5-JjHQDLYPoPAWGiqwT7-STLAGZR3ui0br6nt4cDDav40YzidiWcLdG2d6GYlldcFc5R-IhrqzVP2XAukFgm-aL/s320/il_fullxfull_153412089.jpg" /> Lord if you can't make me skinny, please make all my friends fat. (not realllllllllllll fat, just a little fat) </span></strong><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4.What are three things you are really good at? </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540253757912929442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Nru42E4yQRTNmCshKw4A1284n6b8MwLhHIDnNiEHuhQZXcug3mwMpdq8zVI4nuYKgS1eY2aOL7mLKW6LJvUY3zbTqgTvOb4v4Ly1YwJgT_FvneolQrWkUfUQsNpAdADBy5oVfpcH6L59/s320/3230761587_3afa285467_z.jpg" /> Making people laugh(seriously...I aced this test)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540252916474646818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHz-eCgFWbt5BvU1B8bReCgAYPbVFtYzNDc3Oy6VIqTHrU24Es9S64A8-NUypHddTKvlYSecphlgXbMX2Fy9U7M-lIAs0_-wUEHpdEZ32-UYoK5YpXZaJhHA-BV914zSdpa9bUHYAK5IR/s320/14jGoodFriendBra618K.jpg" /> Being a friend (I am loyal till death)(not that, that has acutally happened or anything..because then that would NOT make me a good friend)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540252921573507106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopuJ6ojqgNpnuSCOzKSKtMsJjd_lZNRveTMVn-hkFUF85ISFWlcyxDsP0yOxTtq6-2ZwBLk91Ek9QHrGCcwjX2m1wu5knck01-p5-_ciRgskBlnVYFG-R1xHI1R3i3OCkg5xQ8DIGbjpv/s320/willpower.bmp" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Art Journaling (at least I like to think I am)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540256202351682754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyg1-dDPVlW7NlfUfFVvc0Wd6m3HOgCtmAUtQTvvXZk-TWgRXQmCch4Zg2PFHBl_c-czb7heNPmB7w1-74m88HY8-UydAuf-wA8ti5vKWwDidOk17EOcJx_-GpnPZF3MX6avqG_8IK14r5/s320/tag-your-it.gif" /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay now I am supposed to tag 4 more folks. Here is who I am picking this time. Mandy is brand new to blogging and could use some bloggy love so I am tagging her first. </span></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://mandysdish.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mandy-Mandy's Daily Dish</span></strong></a></div><div><a href="http://wwwfatlikeme.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Erika-Fat like Me</span></strong></a></div><div><a href="http://imsupersuper.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Michelle-My Big Fat Super Super Obese Blog</span></strong></a></div><div><a href="http://notomorrows.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Penny-No More Tomorrows</span></strong></a></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And here are your questions:</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1. If you were a color what would it be and why?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2. If you had one superpower what would it be?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3. What is one thing you can't wait to do when you reach your final goal?<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4. What are you bringing to Thanksgiving dinner?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">All you have to do is copy and past these questions on your blog with your answers. Then find other bloggers to tag, and ask your own 4 questions. </span></strong></div><div><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't wait to see what you gals have to say! Tonight I plan on taking updated progress photos. I am excited but worried that I won't see as much difference as last time. We shall see.</span></strong> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-84397438985428857742010-11-12T08:03:00.000-08:002010-11-12T10:54:54.299-08:00Shake what Your Moma Gave Ya!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqOoPyPm66NtdmDGe7n879VcaUO1PkZ9spT3iHWlkKm7IO48bTcbjzM7DX7yq0uwlBmUsLWaVBn7l86NuNWqlyaTpSVyjjR-vfwxj0pnFjsMY2SF9uGSr4b9FJSSGoBgXMdgYBLmNvlog/s1600/tgif_ducks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538733230640438354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqOoPyPm66NtdmDGe7n879VcaUO1PkZ9spT3iHWlkKm7IO48bTcbjzM7DX7yq0uwlBmUsLWaVBn7l86NuNWqlyaTpSVyjjR-vfwxj0pnFjsMY2SF9uGSr4b9FJSSGoBgXMdgYBLmNvlog/s320/tgif_ducks.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wow, it's already Friday where the heck did the week go?! It has been one busy week for me for some reason. Or I am just getting old and it just FEELS like it.</span></strong><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711302705091138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBPkfLvxLtv_4HkM0NaJEuhh2c2rmwZeHaUi158Ah-mX6_eGq49-nempSVY7rc0ezEMcjlqu-1FxjUmB3VaEmai7u0s-qBDyYlcXmcla-kJ1qW0fc5H07wmcZKDwOWecX5nBpv8FSALOR/s320/polls_stfu_robin_williams_12261_4327_837343_answer_2_xlarge.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tuesday Anna, Kathy and I took a Shake and Shimey class at Anytime. I don't know if I have mentioned it before (HA), but I love my gym. There is just ONE thing I wish they had, those kettle ball thingy's. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711291150542450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOK0cIqYZ6BXvzKFWnC4mZZeIBeQ5ETgo2WbnyACH-XuEcNS-8HYu3DjFmt_llbZvC32kFDgoLIjg-ydDuyzY7jGfFoSLGsKdMeE_4zTydiU-7UdH_yruT8DIM_aSCICtZFpv7L2SCL7IA/s320/kettlebell1.jpg" /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">They may actually HAVE them, but I have yet to find them. I may have to just buy one and use it at home. Anyways back to the class thingy. I know I have mentioned the little kiosk that it outside the yoga room, that houses all sorts of work out videos, you just pick on and the screen drops down. We did kickboxing last week. This week we did a Shimey and Shake or something like that. It was an hour class, and it was supposed to be kinda like Zumba. It was fun AND funny. Funny because I am the whitest white girl alive! Seriously! I can barley tap my foot to a beat. Its horrible. Funny because the lady they had on the video looked like a yoga love child! It was fun because we were laughing and cutting up and making fun of the instructor and looking like FOOLS! The music SUCKED it didn't make me want to move. It kinda sounded like Indian belly dance music. I think if the music had been better, I would have tried a little harder to shimmy my hips. </span></strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711306125835778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB6MkI__8UYqgno7LyzXUtvEgW-lS0e37DUDpxrUWg54ewI8_lTayYHKhxxORd616gSaKc0Vxga-buED8dqd1i36iCQcsbSdzYP0yH8-FA438q1JHDXjRJeeMEz1gASKdpdmWjyZmH4vI/s320/11-11-10+002.JPG" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">All in all it wasn't too bad. 52 minutes. 946 calories burned. Plus, HUGE accomplishment for me, I made it all the way through the whole hour class! Next week we will try the Step and Stomp class. I hope the music is better. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538736370110786706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGnCrPBqGJ7bT_G3QonI0L1A9Lgn9271DlB3sgvbolHvI1zSOc1J6b-YLkPk69knssaV2yqmca2T1puLxf5fqNYiHG-vNreik0I4_Y-wyhyphenhyphenUFmMHvi2S_ioV-6-Dl9dRiyOyLO3Vjd7Ff/s320/Get%252520Well%252520Soon%252520%252850%2529.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wednesday I took the night off front he gym instead of my normal Thursday, since Micheal had surgery Thursday. He had his tonsils and adnoids taken out. He is doing great. Sleeping it off, waking up long enough to slurp some yogurt tubes (those things are gross looking), and sip some of that Campbell's soup at hand. I told him I would make him mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. Kayla is at home today taking good care of him. (or at least that is the plan). </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538733235820171794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnLCLWVbI5kb8OQ3jvzBKDzism7h6bli2_JuI0U9CmOSTnkPuUnGAr4euO0MvlAMb25tNf6uONpPgyMGN_bgna-FJkd_nkWkXOD0EuCcX59ig_0dbMB7a7c2uBpNEDPtu3LjraMAtKKjG/s320/PA_Spa02_lg.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Maddie had spa day Wednesday too. Spa day-AKA going to the vet to get clipped and dipped. She is not a real big fan of spa day *gasp* I know right! So she was a little shaggy. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711917282134946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchrqrLB-FXnD44t2yxq3tS9k0ShJscJtedwei0ps8I03ZmRN1R1PEs4kflAHr5_uh5ui18b2L6kaybYTDvpLztXEBSl7DyHgPvm05so4s6xaeGJPBFKK0iyRcCCQWuO11Ues7Q_68jFxm/s320/maddie.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is her before photo. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711909956769650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitUHywaDj5yo8nqw4V_BYeFoINXEVYFLwR1s_LdnG1qKLS3MqD86QESrlO_u_isOfpJ35Gb9jrAZ16xuUgnrtQFeuN0akboVfU8VnB6naZrQR-5leNBvyKxovGYAUnzLmn-2OMog6FMof/s320/11-11-10+009.JPG" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And here is she afterwards. She doesn't look like the same dog. And she feels like velvet! </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711310136458306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZb_j5W1PnGOy_8olprcIAuIHsAGRTuWPtxj5sbyaiEjUBu7-Ik8BHzF9AsOR7FaElzyC42lCk12Cn8Ou2FEnLcSOoz1Xr6B0A1RzAv9jpqeox7zB6ksfXw54tPjU21ttC-6Oz7-4CL5M/s320/11-11-10+015.JPG" /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After we came home from the hospital yesterday I had a craving for roasted veggies, well actual I had a craving for anything I could eat in massive quantities. I was hungry as a hostage! I figured I could nibble on the veggies all day and that wouldn't be too bad. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711934774888850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbSXolflivofcfcsNaLZ7yhdvBVtSMSNaP81HK9R742o5wJ-NT2qO9UEp1qS9rxtgKacfOjQZFHFY8YiYDNOHWMtbS2fH0_A8DFA99ohj7PsZH7NRJYpKztWMGCd7WOFJ1e18r2rctefG/s320/11-11-10+020.JPG" /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I had tons of other veggies I wanted to add in here, but I ran outta room and these looked too pretty together. I have mushrooms, Brussel sprouts, garlic cloves and tiny read potatoes. These potatoes are so stinkin' cute. They are about the size of a pearl onion. They are so tiny and bite size, I couldn't help but to grab them up at the grocery store. I drizzled a little bit of olive oil over the mixture. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711928921146018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULAZFhrf3laaN674mEWeRShSmeRjzlGqk1O5OUC5AU1U2Dlm0HMb958Jjrc03SeQqe0rmISOvftjK2cEG8ncHVZuJ0MP-5TSqGTehLaQjHCYPCMMfPZNPJDUiuyWx7cSPgF7cRauY9brk/s320/11-11-10+016.JPG" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then I sprinkled this alllll over. And tosses the veggies around. This is the first time I have used Mrs. Dash and let me tell you...DANG that stuff is yummy! And what I loved about it was NO salt!! I just added a sprinkle of sea salt when it was done and it was perfect! </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538715672683183154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CtEh_xguBUaqBNf9rBMMd6ld_XWLHsAqtkVlvO-g3je2ZATULTThnM_rQxCaN1tOtQIvmm_A5ty9zbZ_qNYsXA_ZamD9tRgmpY-GOs5ZEjb5gRokvtsZt3hD_sSv5bMPLtF_UfwAhDMI/s320/300.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I roasted them for about an hour and 45 minutes. I wanted to make sure those garlic cloves were done. Oh the aroma!!!! It was Divine! I can hardly wait till lunch to munch these babies again. I also bought fresh asparagus and snap beans, I plan on roasted those tonight! I bet they will be good too. I wish it didn't take so long to do them, but once you taste them it so so so so worth it. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538715670492819026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9AaSJvRF-UctmSH-J5zawLLnA1CHC1DytW-KVCubalCYU9CDmU4YfZ1Zxqlm8A_5x5knrEckhsuzf0U8ILN5YSS9lDga273EkWKHiI3KKgWBGObafOIiO-LsnmRxZ5yokO24VVoKYRKb/s320/AnytimeFitnessLogo_running.gif" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After all that cooking I headed to the gym. I was a little BLAH last night. I couldn't find my groove, like I had. I think it's because at the time I go there is NOTHING on TV! LOL I managed 40 mines on the dreadmill, I don't know how far it was because like a dummy I pressed the clear button before I even checked! DUH! I worked the ab machine for a bit and then ended with 10 minutes on the elliptical. I would have went longer but I needed to get back to the drug store to pick up Micheal's meds. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538712415188161698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD628mWthI9D2BJlJsGliYFPnet1wMXesu4OU1UeBo82Dx5bTC7iKgP4-mQ_zps8q5gAXajrT4Ep6GgqKKJm3Wswzze5D8RddTuwagN0lJaWnCLdXnAtelVmAp4_MDMr9olw3o-zQkAxab/s320/11-11-10+030.JPG" /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">58 minutes: 894 calories. And I had to work for those! UGGG. Hopefully tonight its not as bad. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538711942527603682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE19f3uV_FRf5BdtYEurmWDLzRZF5eCWIVJcRqKAHnM1ycCS34EeVCnYD05B4Tw0oNqczQJe2gYFLXkJtGDEVFqfUlk4hlApX7MOmwPM_DTAIypFrP9L4c4XB0h0zYPABuLuaQ22eliY6/s320/11-11-10+025.JPG" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh I almost forgot! Look how stinkin' freakin' cute this jacket it! I got it yesterday at Cato's! Normally I steer clear of Cato's there clothes are cute, but NEVER on me. I have always thought there shirts are made too short. They don't cover enough of my 'apron'. Well since I have less of an apron that I did before, I just ran in to look around for shits n giggles. Well to my surprise I tried on a few things and I didn't HATE the way they looked. I ended up with two new shirts and this super cute jacket! Saturday I am going shopping with my girls, I sure hope its cold so I can wear it! It makes me smile looking at it. </span></strong><br /><a href="http://watchmelooseit.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-to-store-asap.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538715680258114834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitmlQGMj8aTApF3byGlQ9ee5KMkbt9hffT-LkusA6K_qKVQJ9yDEV0HbEcE9q2wVhElS9Q00jb4rrwXORL6NxQjzXD4rYphbx-8LSBpdymIkRay361NCz1MfHsSVIpkp3p4jmf-qnqS0G/s320/green+tea.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't forget you have until 5:oo today to enter my first blog give away. </span></strong><a href="http://watchmelooseit.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-to-store-asap.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Click here and tell me what is the newest, can't live without it, food or product that you are using.</span></strong></a> </div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-17913998034903376612010-11-09T07:49:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:15:12.277-08:00Sometimes I even surprise MYSELF<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVAYtVVwyx6Wk0oBJsve8NTNGNnQ3QXvOHgmsXB-q2qfqcLIFCH4yA9nGKAD-paCyqf9FCZK-f8zzNpZiAelFsOe1PtDl98ZY1cMieLUKqfiMUysaUxI32aj3Az8SY3Huwe26Hi2lPtID/s1600/you-would-not-fail.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537636824724933362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVAYtVVwyx6Wk0oBJsve8NTNGNnQ3QXvOHgmsXB-q2qfqcLIFCH4yA9nGKAD-paCyqf9FCZK-f8zzNpZiAelFsOe1PtDl98ZY1cMieLUKqfiMUysaUxI32aj3Az8SY3Huwe26Hi2lPtID/s320/you-would-not-fail.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It is astronomical the things that I have learned in the past 6 months. Not only about getting healthy, but about myself as well. </span></strong><div><div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537636842347090578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNimdvh__Vj6BL0zQjo7miI95xK_-tuzQd_G_2c5DUwZY9E6-GWo8pxJprdcqKEe9x6K43hrqPmSqoOvPnxZNNZYgwsk6A24Qbk-mtzAexStRjsndXvgfufz6x0-e84tekMvi_kMF9jvA/s320/yes%2521-I-can%2521.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have learned that even when I think I can't....I CAN!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537636833235951058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsT50ahaxCwpbr275jqdehMjX52-Zjv-rGfUqHnMrEhzwOZ1CM578RS94lrVniLorYec6eaG-hFvIdQr5EOHFbt5EbKC21fIq4Jr5ejMkBOi5b3Hc9x_L_5AupWbM4xwaKJ2f3onoNNn0/s320/yes-i-will-backweb.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have learned that even when I don't want to....I WILL! </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637642502889266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEB_lABq2j5HZ5d_wJYN0qUCLoo3ykMrvgMEc93P0v-8ktYjMIhmxPaMw9X6mVRz8xLDiAHyYZqdH_uqI_abAzbniqkPE5gAFglVWTqJp-PmekPHoN-40NHnYjrjjRYzU7JzOYL18YGH0/s320/I+wont.png" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have learned that even when I think I will fail...I WON'T.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638521908578338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCurSmwSHzPWlTDe7jcRUd-AayU31AdeU9GbqbBZX8_0emryjjeh26-GhCS0sbO7eBkG9lOOXCVnZaSsBkcgjvss5ntcOAAbhobxSAc2Y6oYvM8eX-nxORiPsoS5xjWtdzwZ0ZHVAqj-W/s320/11-8-10+001.JPG" /> Last week was my son Micheal's 14th Birthday. Every year we let the kids pick where they want to eat dinner, and everyone is invited to tag along, dutch of course. This year Micheal wanted to go back to Biloxi and dine on those yummy crabs that we enjoyed a few months back. So we all piled up and headed that way.<br /><br /></span></strong><div></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537636822376600450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqG0hDwmVKTC5X8IMBE5uHCyvHTVvdOWNVIrMia4_TE1MGEO0LDDlFZnsRAI1pDf3-nB6frZNhHb7tXFrQTSATzvNO0sKDug1TL3EjzHAAKETieFlh7L6L0u46Cyh0jjm1NkYQtWxHlAtD/s320/bday.jpg" /> Now normally at a buffet, it's balls to the wall, no holds bar lemmeeatasmuchasIcanbecauseIpaidforit. Over the course of these past few months, I have totally changed my out look on buffets. Yes, I paid for it, But I am learning it doesn't PAY for me to eat at them...I just don't eat enough.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638509736460882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwampiLpLCnyFu00TFzQoNfmDCsB3SBPCcxuC7mTCL4UeB9GNrnaiGswEEInxwVANW7AhIV-jikmD3XcdI0AjDnMnzt02xmrbAt3-wRWFWEZvix9mMEw2vgp00_f564hIupBFHXImsual/s320/quelle-surprise.jpg" /> Anways, after we got there everyone headed up to fix there plates, and I usually go last. I stay at the table with purses and make sure everyone gets their drinks and stuff. So when It was my turn I came back and sat down. It didn't even dawn on me what I had on my plate, until some one said, 'We all know who is healthy at this table'. </span></strong><div><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637649325264594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxUovUxGpIFiXbIiC2w8kgE7yMQnl62lQd-09KlM45spSz-Ty6euUbzRIvcZqMqTVhc5DbD3AxIygUPCcP-fz2VPnLtBFpLOgn9I55sm0wsTcS33XGqkspupi6QjFdjMuwgeGWlCcoT9S/s320/surpriz%253Dse.bmp" /> Well imagine my surprise when I look up and everyone is looking at me! That's when I really noticed what I had on my plate, steamed cabbage, a broccoli stir fry, some grilled shrimp, and a beautiful squash melody. And it wasn't piled high the the ceiling either. Just a taste of each thing. It wasn't that I was guilted into making my plate this way, for fear that I knew everyone would be watching. It was just NATURAL.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641456952735154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELMIEvVNxbUyWQGQDSwb6CwnMC9TM1GOl4biqeBkndn0Gd1iTzEaI-uMf4_iiOjaQ6lAk21BIR5PfsqpDKsKpud8P4ayWvgj-7nZimUictP4t_JlM1T7NSRup2-6jVhuMYvjhTis6osS7/s320/yellow_guy_crazy_hg_wht.gif" />Yeah I know! I am still dumbfounded! I did allow myself dessert because I wanted it. I came back with a dessert plate (Normally I would use a dinner plate and try one of everything). I came back to the table with 4 different desserts. First was a half of what looked like a praline (its sugar and pecans for you non southern folks out there). I ate that. It was quite tasty. The second was a brownie, took one bite and it wasn't very good. Third was a bite size pecan pie. The shell was really hard and I couldn't bite into. So that went to waste. Lastly was another pecan bar looking thingy. I picked all the big pecans off the top and the rest, well you get the picture. And you know what? That's all I wanted. I wasn't even tempted to dive in head first into the chocolate fountain that I could see from our table. (well I was..but not for the reason you think). </span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After dinner was over I felt amazing! I was fully satisfied and not over stuffed. The way NORMAL people feel after a meal. Now there is a scary thought...ME normal!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637630145981730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5yFVoTd7RR3nV7ZqjMwq9C9wwjnKQNXdN0tgE_Np8_OhWYRcFTbvzbBDISlFsV6mYHPkf68EKSEhNQgubpYXT5Xpo-v5kFrAABQWdvZTUz2KsRDLEKk-kzO7vj7xJVddhViBXa3uRrFF/s320/haha.png" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638536071419874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqM4IXuUB9PlJhZL8T9GH8viPFbWZlDtcS4vniteRBOGOF6HU_I4JfXM4B1Gh-9n0B4KkD142zTGZXnOqCzcNLU1nKaAw-G8TFk8wIMGHUxZHR_Y9KGLcrCI9swfxJjzMzqLyb1mQeMP2/s320/11-8-10+023.JPG" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course I had to snap some pics in front of the the very pretty fall decor of the casino. And what I like about this pic the most, it doesn't look like I am big enough to eat him anymore! Of course his eyes are closed. !#$%&* his eyes are ALWAYS closed in good photos!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537636812363211778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOahbyHRiCxFcfA68GRt_Zh4pSfrRXKFGLhGqJIF0_7L1roswgk4HQHvW0d7K5NA4dPzpeXqQqDtB6fX7W2U7ceexB5UM0_rOQA6aLIc1hLHLYkcQtj58x469IT9t1bEhxpYQ7ojfyCjNR/s320/2580408.jpg" />Yesterday started my 3 week of working this thing out on my own. I think I have come a long way. I used to really not want to go to the gym, to the point where I pretty much didn't go. Or I would go, and not give it my all. Which is almost as bad as not going to be really honest. Now, most of the time I DO want to go. Well let me rephrases that, I don't reallllllllllllly want to. But I do anyways. I know how many calories I want to burn and I get my ass in there and DO it.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638503317566930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQWXPtfuK7V7T7O18luJkaq6MiZm-ZCxmp0inNS7U6vM-P8ZYINus4NYYKBr8CQgNi4NaQVqEBALmz3XB46F6BKE5XwWxXlFeLP4zxaLWJg4TzN4gwk9_QCvGwz4e3Qx5ri2PyM1r24HD/s320/blech.jpg" /> Last night was the same thing. I didn't really want to go, but I went of course. I am enjoying the dreadmill once again. I have pushed past being in my head for the most part. The TV really has helped me. I am now working on my stride and pace. Yesterday I did not lower the pace under 3.0 mph. I know that isn't very fast for YOU, but for me its a hell of a lot faster than I normally walk.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637648591301890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjts2rrRIW5COwvD6ghV8FM8tGe_GWMB_IhpUiK2j86XO-q9soGhvDoWLNvFz7QSkeyz8P6X3W-Sac6OxLSdEp6Dv5ZarEhLe_AZClkDDnXr7OEv4qk5CmU_QcbGoFcJ7QHJfLkyc_9hCFo/s320/ttt.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I walked for 41 minutes for a total of 2 miles. I had a good pace and I sprinted 4 times to speed up my heart rate. I have noticed that my sprints are getting faster too. I am now sprinting at 5.2 to 5.4 mph for 60 to 90 seconds. If I could figure out the breathing part, I could go for a little longer I just know it. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637647032908386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRw-n0PyImRsHEoiQnOOXYbtRMJrnP6_KOATADdCoJT3Qmcc8teBpuv6VV3ETqmBlbK98PhAYCLV8t_vdQsiLT7Ro3Yr6jS7kfGmKzQ4BatsD3cuyr7TvJn6-OlB1zHCnptOLpppgBiJM8/s320/photo.jpg" /> After that I moved to the elliptical machine. This machine has been taunting me since I joined the gym. I see all these girls going to town, including my friend Anna, and it makes me so jealous! I have tried it in the past and was only to squeeze out about 3 minutes (and even at 3 minutes I might be fluffing the store a bit). Well I climbed on this beast and started slow, first I made it to 3 minutes, then 7, then 10, at 18 minutes I thought I would give in, but NOPE, not today boys and girls I went the full 20 minutes I set out to do!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638515286948498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeMb33XpCJcDLw1QvHPzoXMRggBwHNyrwkQmf2zKhtQ6HciqHIbhJnYItfcwVn_jyJuKeRpbmTTZIHSRnFeMPG-BgdNkqiQbKz69I1lPJFH_L0yZbkm0s5gnYE6QaRqSrBBidEjnC-O-y/s320/t_shirt_i_know_i_will_make_it.jpg" /> Let me tell you how freaking proud I was of ME! After I snapped these snazzy pics, I climbed off that beast and wobbled the the parking lot, where I cried! Oh yeah, but it wasn't Weepy Me that was crying. It was I AM A FREAKING ROCK STAR me! After I updated my FB status, texted my girls and drank my liter of water I drove home, with a feeling like no other. I CAN DO THIS. I AM DOING THIS.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641460423753522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPYWrwOOtZgMhH_TJxYiz1hOlKoVbWApVfT7H9g48KJzxg_7F_O1dB-QhxTBAz5glLSghQn5JtIv_CMZoaJ7gACLSEtLBxOXH4_d8zNHm5qMD2z6UEKaNDyMtmFbQ_w3zcxxEPmkakupF/s320/11-8-10+032.JPG" /></span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /></div><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">You still have time to enter into my giveaway for some yummy </span></strong><a href="http://watchmelooseit.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mixed Berry Green </span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tea. Only two entries so far. Your chances are freaking GOOD! LOL </span></strong></p>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-71502429964719324192010-11-05T12:15:00.001-07:002010-11-05T13:29:28.474-07:00Get to the store ASAP!<div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoj-3P2MjgZ4kSG70D7LlGo30uzZ5uK1aj4zq4fVokCf4UMk1aGp92o6B_F0SjVR-sI7E_4gOTO5AOQ9m1f1j_a0LJXXm9pSB1Thg5CLnb7Q8abkf0QllSg-8lOEhNaxyLR7kV-G5DTHR/s1600/green+tea.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536161709692570578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoj-3P2MjgZ4kSG70D7LlGo30uzZ5uK1aj4zq4fVokCf4UMk1aGp92o6B_F0SjVR-sI7E_4gOTO5AOQ9m1f1j_a0LJXXm9pSB1Thg5CLnb7Q8abkf0QllSg-8lOEhNaxyLR7kV-G5DTHR/s320/green+tea.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><br /><div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And get yourself some of this tea! If you can't find it at a store near you order it from </span></strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lipton-Green-Mixed-Berry-20-Count/dp/B000F2O70W/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&qid=1288988515&sr=8-11"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">here</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">. This has been dancing across my tongue for the past two days. It is so fresh and so yummy that I just can't get enough of it! I love it so much, that I am going to give lucky winner (that would be one of you guys) a box of it.</span></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536165209897987858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQD8z0Uafn15IIHzies16Dtped0XPFTCnVeESjx8tIPk4eAxN2KcXZx8l6BtBq7kcBlhyphenhyphenxCQ9ptBdcr3Hx6oAVxEyRUWo3FsyQl_pPnU2paepoBfYBP9K5PukWUV-nts7HOwx6gcuts40/s320/51u7nOZQb-L__SL500_AA300_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA300_SH20_.jpg" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">But wait there's more....(that is my favorite line when you watch infomercials). If you act now I will send you a second box, absolutely FREE. (technically they are both free but you know). The second box I will send you will be this Variety Pack of Six Flavors, so you can try them all. You can have all of these if the price is right. No, not really...Man I watch too much TV.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536161712966799554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNuaFkGTwbSpRRQHYMVkqmx8kFxGIrHIhf5zG2B8PE7kDwPo5DthP6CxOLFUmiV0jp00IWTWk3tUKv9Wl6eF9rAI74sJSvSKK_Nhw7KIv2lvjmWKcaw2ylYVtZZuMhvFz2B3YhXMoiyjc/s320/mzl_mgyythdc_320x480-75.jpg" /> All you need to do to be entered is leave me a message with the one thing you have tried recently that you just CAN'T live without. That's it. Then next Friday I will entered everyone's name into a hat and have my Hubby pull out a lucky winner! It's that simple. No strings attached nothing cancel anytime and the first two box's are yours free just for ordering now. (if you have been following along you know now, that you really aren't BUYING anything)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536162749872406290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_vcvDe8k5Y6vDB2k68Ol8LLAhaxB8USz35-6vM5k3lDmmKAQEknFfblx6uWYynP_bmWbB7MjbJhizznUrF0grnaLpTSweUwMkb09Lhjggds9kHB-_11kTFeGb6vJ0mjAZn-NCxZn9jDg/s320/whats-new-_01.gif" />I can't wait until I see what new things ya'll are out there trying. I love to try new things often. I am the type of person, that if I get bored with what I am eating, it makes it that much easier to turn to CRAP. I love trying new recipes and mixing different things together in hopes to find my next favorite thing/recipe/food/drink. Some things I totally fall in love with, some things are good, but not worth making again. So get to posting :-)<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been tagged! Yippy, this is the first time I have been tagged. Girly Girl, from Girly Girl: Losing the Gut tagged me and asked me these 4 questions. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1. What is your favorite thing about the holiday season?</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">My most favoritest thing would have to be gift giving. I love to shop around or create the perfect gift that will totally make the person I am giving it to beam with joy.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2. What is your top 4 favorite artists(or author) of all time?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Artist huh? This would be a hard one. Hmmm...I don't think I like this one. I am not really a music lover or sorts. And fine arts are not really my thing either. Let's talk about books instead.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Jen Lancaster-PMP funny</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Janet Evonivich-PMP funny/suspense </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Patricia Cornwell-PMP suspense</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Jonathan Kellerman-PMP suspense</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>PMP=Pee My Pants</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Who are the inspirations in your life?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">I find myself inspired by so many people. I think we all posses something that if shared will inspire someone else.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4. What is one thing you wish you would have known when you were younger?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">How to be healthy! Hands down. Some of the things that I have learned in the past 2 months are things that should be no brainers. It really makes being on a WL journey so much easier. Not saying there is ANYTHING easy about it, but once you really GET it, you kinda get it.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So now I am supposed to tag 4 other bloggers and ask 4 new questions of my own. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1.How hard has it been to find the moral support that you need while you are working on yourself?</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2. What movie would you watch over and over again without EVER complaining?</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3. What was the craziest thing you have ever done for/on vacation. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4. What's on your homepage? </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hows that for totally random? Here are the lucky people I have tagged. </span></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.canklesandcarrots.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cankles and Carrots</span></strong></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://ahippowithaheadband.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hippo with a Headband</span></strong></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://kyokocake.blogspot.com/2010/11/tis-season.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Like a Fat Kid Loves Cake</span></strong></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://healthyschmealthy.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Healthy Schmealthy</span></strong></a></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Aren't these the cutest freaking names? Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to enter my giveaway!</span></strong> </div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-76706946605900138382010-11-04T11:46:00.000-07:002010-11-04T13:15:36.257-07:00Susie Homemaker from the Hood Ya'll<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnbtihPjhwaRMUPcwpo3MtQBTqfh0puUamBe-OduFZj-nF-1bF83IRGnlwKWLXvWR0QWBUnj4vmdJUQ2hFS8hO1FZ76AMSB0RhV9SPQzVdt_1EGn12RXnZrDw9dxhyphenhyphen1bw1pY1KUUF9vbE/s1600/susie_homemaker.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535770099743773026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnbtihPjhwaRMUPcwpo3MtQBTqfh0puUamBe-OduFZj-nF-1bF83IRGnlwKWLXvWR0QWBUnj4vmdJUQ2hFS8hO1FZ76AMSB0RhV9SPQzVdt_1EGn12RXnZrDw9dxhyphenhyphen1bw1pY1KUUF9vbE/s320/susie_homemaker.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I have never been a lover of eggs, until I started getting serious about my health. Never really craved scrambled eggs and cheese, like my hubby some times does. Never <span style="color:#000000;">loved</span> boiled eggs, unless they were in a tuna salad. But now that I have 'grown up' (keep those comments to yourself please). I am learned how great they are all the way around.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535774616616463682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFx13REeUua6pzMYV9yOnSuryWAU-1ZOy65tjytug6ZQPiklyErp8CW3ekprzOCbgZQeZ9YbVcS-1dsN2KxInZa_Iu6E7hHjNE2atlgO2zvcNsqDmIfvS07dKDmeESdVstHd5SVvn49G7/s400/egg_chart.gif" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Check out those stats! In one single egg. Not to mention eggs are fairly cheap, they keep you full and satisfied for a good while, and you can do so many thing with them. You can scramble them, fry them (the healthy way), boil them, poach them, steam them to name a few. Here is what I did with them this morning. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Egg Muffin Cups</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3 whole eggs<br />8 egg whites (anyone know what I can do with the yellow not to waste them?)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4 oz container of reduced fat feta cheese</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3/4 cup Jimmy Dean Turkey Crumbles (these things are the best thing I have found yet)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 cup of chopped frozen spinach (thawed)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">12 muffin pan (or two 6 muffin pans)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Start out by spraying your pan with nonstick cooking spray. This will help your little beauty's from sticking to the pan when they are done. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772614786004546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3odeFtBULmzQc6d-5kUo5CoZ_hN_JnM3-CUAn9DP3G4j9EJj6vrXZunHNaR1qJIsgq-LtrOyuq_4dVbHTCYLjGP2hUPbQ8BXlVJxQSwSj8-Xg2GR8jyVmXgoBvcchOZxzvOCdskKnrqnL/s320/mmmm.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772932085054562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTYZS0myAgjLTCNlHjxtsa4kDONED0cP2l1oXdAHcll013J6_VOzG8onK25NY6V0MCcATXQDmFbbdVuNS2q9z8pvC-bxQi5rmqzEZGaTBG0Ijq0n4hpETmzMsp6DK4kiK5QQzMzabLxCv/s320/sasuage.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Take the Turkey Crumbles and divide them up into all of your cups like so.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772604864995442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH84A6Bzh7PJJCFCsEVf8sYi-0Bdtitg0P4a4zW3hnWwV4VW2Mo-TitK8BUMGzYYOlkoPCKlQKXJT5d1nGC8A2tOExZMqbTJ4B7f9hN7S6mgWQQM2wrj52Nik39c4CovcKo9MOafH08OTd/s320/feta.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772957606923650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfhf9w9ykgUxd2gc0W51KONja6v4QC1DwG5UxUNOGkeoCi4eS3S7f0GlUQYWVdvxmeVCdrUBEDJycqi10CbMWcIALtTSJno1PZnP25wmchMKf2oZVtUblcYgucyAdkLjnByeOXU-4F5XZ/s320/yummy.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then top the crumbles with your feta cheese. You can use any type of cheese here that you want, I just happened to have this one in my fridge.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772938566994610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC3xLyXUfeTpmUpFpGv8pVtaiOn1rSnPzhj80x0DB-h2JGzvSW6i7jJ9kGhyphenhyphenGV1iTJhyXEZfwrsvJxC1SLPphY2c0f-JvxoxJUeBlBGhK5SdlBmqbOQdNMDmAH887pfL-Z8K9Ekk3tID4/s320/spinach.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772239717394082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6C9VIqv6y9K1csanbwv_RhvCYtOBaI-lfU5dFy5l8JFCNLIxZ0_4MXhcHPuN92kfvEjC1XsbZWYmHcrsXHgxsJ6LC1-20W5j5mwJ8dUIfA3v65Iyit-yvZSI7ZE_KEcCZ6oPPbfgIURP/s320/double.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then top the cheese with the spinach, leave some of them plain if you plan on sharing with someone who is not a fan of spinach. So since today is Micheal's birthday he was the lucky winner of the plain ones. (seriously it wasn't really a contest...him and I are the only ones up at this time of the morning and we always share our breakfast).</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772592626248098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nEttpfP5JBrls1sfzbuo-Yp_JTfe-1WjusiT_0DOtzo9hvq9yKqusHu6kE0BL0XPDGP-4ZEnf_kdwirYUrSp9fWAwSs5FcEEqWf3hy9DxCA8ciJkxKwtQpkhsWTIViO_QFeqpUhXd5iM/s320/eggs.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then scramble your eggs and egg whites together and season with whatever you want (we use Tony Chachere's here ya'll).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535770108197455330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSm5hrVKMqovhEXD0JweT4NV_SC2EWcJ7Kj5WEsp47_Q7sTIkfqMBB4volAEaNZWH_i7Qo9KMeZElOcHvadZ3WC_pQHysUWd8FZEDUMPMfR9zRUwYebmZzIchfliYIstItADxpX6n5dHQ/s320/add.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then spoon it evenly into all of your cups. I used a 1/3 measuring cup and it was just about perfect. Then pop those babies in the oven at 350 for about 20 mins or so, (I really forgot how long I cooked them, so for the love of biscuits if they are runny after 20 mins cook them longer).<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535770113177244402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gkC_rpiRupzDtfgFUa6pEAMRDNWggsSmYz-4Fxs7BXKZEqDfIf02CXgNKnBMNqO3nxRIFK6OpCmuAL6-lN0fNXZ3G2DVNyo7hcRED2kNdy0TR0eebKDXCG2LEb0SKMvQJJ_OWkmTLmyM/s320/all+done.jpg" /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When they are done this is what they look like. Let them sit in the pan until you get dressed for work, take out the dog, feed the cat, find your sons socks, and brush your teeth. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772223513865234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qumlJa32aNRVeCYr8NWAhO8g0KMXSRq7x0kReAysgO4LomzGVzLE8qa4UEk3CsX8ohro5h1_dDqgA9c8rIx_EeAieb1Nyqd_zxgHXuS6jgxTp2s2VkdPASLoTYeY9tmhP3HBg0AYToPK/s320/breakfast.jpg" /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then when you FINALLY get to work, you can toast yourself a whole wheat bagel, and pop your little egg muffins in the microwave for 30 seconds or so and viola, you have a delish breakfast that you will want to take photos of. (you know if you are in to that sort of thing)<br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772235963774882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4DjJLTiebgh8h0nb2Q55oyNRSowam_rcHOvi7IqT6SsnFYRIOl3-9eieIBRco1EZ1tD_ICipellNSvEQnY-mivkxKSI5asj4_2ViFvu-9nB5aBb0STVcSPQF3i14NLH-5sfoADnv4h7I/s320/breakfast2.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">These work out to be around 60 calories each. Not too shabby, and they were sooooooooooooo good! </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535782961361547186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisY1DITFRiujWPFM3SXjS03WB7Ekms8AY-N3BlrhYi5_LHHdMHOuyZvV3yivIOTYvbyVN370uZ28e7ypCm0Sc0wne6N7wQFjPkAKmjD6tEHrqhTrWCXCDTf8UApLgb_HLBlETfBMNxhGNs/s320/spicytunaroll.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well yesterday I ate WAY too much sushi for lunch. I mean I know there are worse things to over indulge on, but nothing makes me happier than fresh yummy sushi! The average Spicy Tuna roll is around 290 calories. Well I had THREE for lunch. OMGoodness they were so freaking good! Ahhhhhh. But that was just about 900 calories. Holy Hell! That meant I only had 340 left for dinner. OH HELL NO! What was I supposed to do? Lick the paint off the wall next to the stove? </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535784978546893138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQRFsKJMgpp3A5vPnF2F9cmJtSUQv2DVan1LD_sJbxkU073JOlUpivh4y99YILFun8Xun9HrYRq3tLcmWhnzClnsi2NLI6FeDd7LyAgIfOJFt9sJEmDP0fvXthVHFjs9-uMBHQu4wV8fq/s320/L_P1110.jpg" />So after throwing myself a pitty party, and wallering in my stupidness (and little nudge from a friend). I put my big girl panites on and went to the freaking gym. </span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772599650821602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17yCOmoENOE-u0OotQJxQWcKja5FXLAgQiYmlM4JYJvGtaZqV9cQ77AF7c61n_TAKHYlPRevPdQFhp5j1ySe7ODFphc1qzweUYb4_sccUJcjf7l-wpmJBBiDneJCSMNt2hLUqob43lSzQ/s320/excuses.jpg" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No more excuses from me. Every day I let slip by me, is one that I could have got off my ass and done something. It was an hour out of my day. That is NOT too much to sacrifice to work towards my ultimate goal to finally be FIT AND HEALTHY. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772239351562146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThz8bD_ORNq7rjyy4hIrXod5AFi5Yzp82K0flThmt6_I99LkUUXyXwxWEs9pvGnwpYANasgE3RR5UfQV40fx18-MFsWLPjG2OmvwqhzvPgzAdmtG92EIVwshx7Aj4gCEZs85angAZV2tk/s320/dreamill.jpg" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night was a mini milestone for me. I was able to get out of my head long enough to walk 3 miles on the dreadmill. I put my headphones on and watch Survivor and got lost. Before I knew it they were at tribal council and I was just about finished. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772942851046130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmp1XD4f20GdXuDp9TvKsE0xbApOuzS-2-6_oW7pj6aZ_7FXhpDD6hCVyWDQOyIpN89uVkxQBjPYNRERR3lmFG1mmOWqBO8n_mY77iHJQzzFYvC4ndr3erMOoaOU8O1ga8CvbPD8-wOXma/s320/work+it.jpg" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I was so pleased with myself I snapped this photo just for you all! I know it is blurry, but I didn't want to slow down and pose, that would have thrown off my time, which wasn't great, BUT it was FREAKING FANTASTIC FOR ME! </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772226985854674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUZl88HXUAYTyRrsxW45Clddon5SxSetgos6V1_D_5tiioVhECXmtoNTRngHFr_NvEeP8WhzaQRruIa154kYvkw-IPRMS-58yecJ6DQ0R3msBujqF4az3ftvfsVTNuoNgzHC3KIdQLcwW/s320/11-3-10+001.JPG" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 hour 5 mins. Total calories burned 955. That is 955 more than I would have burned had I skipped the gym like I really wanted to. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535772948651496194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dYDNpdovJH048Z4GQz_0e5P9yroEXvFgrlCcgKu0vRSK40fCTfFSsFrznD1k0C2qjHzsQKd9hupJ7ZzkzoxUNvVwwozMYIVo3357NlXH0qsCA5ynX68MjAMDVfheryYNnSqFMP4oZDVx/s320/slay-procrastination-delay.jpg" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So if you are sitting there thinking, oh I don't feel like doing _______(fill in the blank with whatever it is you don't want to do). Just push through it and do it anyway. You will feel amazing and accomplished and proud. I know I do.</span></strong> </p>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-44595975174795682762010-11-02T04:49:00.000-07:002010-11-03T12:38:40.775-07:00Just Call me Smoothie Queen<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A while back my friend Kathy gave me a blender that her hubby had bought for some sort of golf tournament that wasn't being used. So since I had freshly burned mine slap the hell up, she offered me one. I am happy to report that I have used it every day since then, and some times twice a day. I have used it as a blender for smoothies, and a food processor to make hummus. It is always on my counter and always plugged up and ready to go. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Although I don't think I could mix veggies in my smoothies, (shudder) I do love thinking of all sorts of fruit and other combos. I have even been nicknamed Smoothie Queen by my friend Anna. My newest yummy concoction would have to be my Pumpkin Pie Smoothie. If you love pumpkin pie then this smoothie is for you! I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but I am a quantity eater. I love big portions, super sizes (well DUH). I have been learning that just because that is what I prefer doesn't mean I can't fit it in my daily calorie budget. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This smoothie makes a BIG serving, around 42 oz. I pour it in an insulated mug and I enjoy it all morning. It usually last me until around 10:30 or so. That is also a plus for me. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pumpkin Pie Smoothie</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Approx: 330 calories</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534918965301599058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA96QZZpnE74TlgRzGhDmUM8KS-a9CEW8sZceakEuzplXVvmZi89lgYff2b34womsKEc1VVuHVFLHh4GJ-8uAUUeHAVz48rwrWshIr5H3XuaTOTpyqDU3teMuPCCrkUaKdsTNwsi08mEVB/s320/10-29-10+007.JPG" /></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3 cups ice</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1/2 cup of solid pack pumpkin</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 container of vanilla yogurt </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 scoop of your favorite protein powder (Mine is Jillian's) </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 and 1/2 cup Light Vanilla Silk </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A few shakes of Pumpkin Pie Spice</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4 packets of splenda.<br /><br /></div></span></strong><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534918973985745074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7wrc9aS4N5q5X999nseYPdyO9qy7fxZwuhtJcE8sIDphFfiMyxuZMlGh533NMomfJtXIb2MbomgP9ZPa-TodBUc9nt474zxXpfMOIolSket7Eny2Z-Z5QU7zlAMV8j4DCRigyUE2eB6I/s320/10-29-10+011.JPG" /><br />Throw all of that into the blender and have at it.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534918978368637890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQrSSG5cGHtgALNiLeHghIJiO_r5FbKiESpMkJCbMorc6Ksgzs33gBuRQVVhm3vvY2aRitX_fGE9pmbuL-Y9aXaUD643L-3rbCxCfpQDgPKTtrEyxNa3iK_jn0B33JJHjTqSv_J2ZJrGA/s320/10-29-10+012.JPG" />Some times it's a little thick and I have to use a spoon to get it going. But once it is it will blend down to yummy goodness. </span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534918986566144546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWXN7KnkAuAt5bXMvV6HuspXtxuqasww7cNEus2z7HuRnokA9ZDgrikjs7b0WI0TmF6eGiS_qz-g_qlqU6BElzCtavNpZ5mGcWLxI-mjkHx7L3fKln1iWbBxbXd27PKSTJF8bGSnNmjQq/s320/10-29-10+014.JPG" /></span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After its nice and smooth, you pour it into your big mug (or share it with your hubs or kids). </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534920313331790194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_2bqX9XS2CNho9zraBDRt805yY3z7GLAJjcPCI2v2v9BaNal5IH7Oa2bHjouZtYCHxL0pQlJAsQjzL9L68N3tZ2ZAOVvqQg-SUjkSFBXl3EFrFA_UFxXvPuFL0RJRxIDYs4mO9Pc-4_P/s320/10-29-10+018.JPG" /></span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then you place it next to your rockin' lunch bag and snap a few paparazzi photos. You know if you were into that sort of thing. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535388924494772322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUwffEoka9JfxuioPNJslPgj3c4t94OH4KjONkpBS61D84YSw8jaLVlPAn9EIw2poiw9glqtGFqegH-5robiR7lY8uK0bhcbWeoQ9lcyuFZwbedODk_JiYudxdSyNYPz1KdPXYQrMFFXC/s320/Decorate.jpg" /><br />I have learned to live by this rule in the past 10 years or so. I am very comfortable is who I am. I love to express myself, and often do with either crazy hair or wild make-up. I think its fun. I want to be noticed for being ME, rather than being FAT. This has worked so well for me, that my son has even made the comment that he is afraid for me to loose weight, because he fears I will not be the same person. Wow. I told him that I would always be ME, just a healthier version. I think he really believed me. I almost believe me too. Crap..I was going some where with this..... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534920318039093058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeYS8getWkGmb-XSSQrmZNh-CzFfNyTgpxmSVKHYHRaG6XSAU0TdC01TaQXwDSkhx4k2GUk060P4Jw0K1XnbjhDJJz9tUfrMrlJ1_DpEWEMECokClgJS1bfj7xutbZM_VREcqV-FB1R3n/s320/10-29-10+025.JPG" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh yeah, Kayla bought this super huge make-up kit the other day and I just HAD to play. It was just too tempting to NOT. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534920328379444610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5-kWYB8zEN-AgtObnesCOnOS4k16YVylDsyJyY9Ojp5zgG60sWg8Pxyi3rCBMnynfxyam29XZ385vCL66FI8LGycBQPlTfTZU6hcrgRmOCqTcg8oGC_Ywk097N4qH5GS3a2ZzuI3vteN/s320/10-29-10+034.JPG" /></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is what I came up with. It was kinda like a peacock! I loved how it looked and looked really good in better light. (this was a CRAPPY pic).</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534920325016094770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgj6vnzY4j1dlBZQbR_mG7Jch3zoTZmup1OztzfVa5az45ljPFyzreRQ9S62V0ErtyGPgcUSFjOZxM69OsKPNwx2IdcDYUxv5iwI4oYR9hcReJjMkMZMvSQIIgMP9OnNJvuTno4QuGQd9/s320/10-29-10+043.JPG" /></span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This light isn't much better but you get the point. It looked really good with my purple shirt.<br /></span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535406138330608594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8u6S01DeGHDL50-bGii2X3eH3gEUlwv3sx14mEsst2uQLNAxWn5OMKXd-e2kKo9bsR8j-950InUf9JSP5AC5daXeoQYON_j3vXPZDp98YM0QzBoprIKzsULYMbadiKkpO6FffFKRI7bhi/s320/206546456v18_480x480_Front.jpg" /> <p align="center">This is the second week I have been doing this workout thing alone. And I tell you, its getting harder and harder to push myself to get the burn that I want. I set a mini goal for myself that I would like to burn at least 1000 calories a session. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535388915534831842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqGjJVryu-JuAFZWK9w9rArpJMAlKyWwJPoKHkaWzgJX1YJ9dAbg509FW-xd3C__flZjPG9daZZSPjSWunh9EUmp598755Q0CIO8dQXl_kSYkeO7casT1bwVmvc_a-iJuWWohHWnC3mH_/s320/11-2-10+002.JPG" /></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Monday night I was pretty close. I am noticing that it's harder to get my heart rate up as high as I used to be able to. I have to push much much harder. I know that is a good thing, BUT dayum! It makes working out that much harder. I was solo Monday, Kathy had a thing, and Anna worked out later. I started on the Dreadmill, did 1.5 miles on that, then moved and worked the upper body machines. After I had finished the circuit I still wasn't as close to 1000 as I would have liked so I hopped back on the Dreadmill (I KNOW....I may have had fever or something) and ran at 5.5 for 2 mins until I thought I was going to die. That pushed me up there and I was happy with my count. </span></strong><br /><br /></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535388908593685810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfvrHiKZIVkF92JrgZCu6E3MfEKlUykyQWctcpIt84rvgh0L0UV59Uhxt0HYqazaEQWjoN-I83G65W5Uo9MyYizeq4gaYP-pkMo-o8375fU8KBD4HlHZJARhD6J7G4Iz0E6KY1muUFw22/s320/11-2-10+006.JPG" /></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night we all decided that we were going to try one of the classes that our gym offers. We have a yoga room in the back of the gym (I often refer to this room as the torture room thanks to J). They have a little kiosk outside the room that holds a butt load of exercise videos and they play on a big move screen in the room. So when we got to the gym of course the room was being used. So we jumped on the Dreadmill again to kill some time. After a mile on it, the room was still full, so I decided to give the elliptical a try. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">That sucker is HARD. Holy Bat Man! How do some people make it look so easy!! I was able to stay it it for about 20 mins off and on. The stupid thing would reset if I stopped too long to rest. But I know I was working it, I was SOAKING wet. </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535406146365098754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYe23HST_L_lkL0PK4G964HtByWgJivNgt6gpy324F0_ClWgp-drPd_yPyRvRksyITT_LOdZgF9qDYHOlgsqvZqru3OqAYpf-x7IlZ6b5o-gt8SNNjvaBT2T7n03OYUpqlqiz3L1AKuTa/s320/kickboxing_category.jpg" /></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't think I have ever sweat that much. By the time I was DEAD from that, the room opened up and we picked a kick boxing class to do. Yeah just when I thought the elliptical kicked my ass, this came along and made me cry for my mommy! I wasn't able to follow it 100%, some of the moves I stuck with the modified version, but dammit I did it! And even though my ass hurts really bad today, I feel accomplished. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tonight it will be me alone at the gym again. I will tango with that elliptical again. I will let you know tomorrow how it goes.</span></strong> </p>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-52311546497830678272010-10-29T20:50:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:14:56.281-07:00Week In Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji64Der4I6FSJwrgAOfKzD8rgC8XY9zQfmFec9jAHxwAC-sLhWS4vNqPZeVK8PMBIBVMb4xD68Au_vPeVheWU93qfgfwM1hqMk4Eq_4j5-F-v1LdH9VVrfmYSRTm1UOJAGVn90UyvfnZvo/s1600/weekinreview.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji64Der4I6FSJwrgAOfKzD8rgC8XY9zQfmFec9jAHxwAC-sLhWS4vNqPZeVK8PMBIBVMb4xD68Au_vPeVheWU93qfgfwM1hqMk4Eq_4j5-F-v1LdH9VVrfmYSRTm1UOJAGVn90UyvfnZvo/s320/weekinreview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534429194124069010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wow has it been almost a week already? So much to report, so little time. Bear with me. I will try and cover it all and not bore you to tears too much. First off an update on Justin. Seems I will be going at this thing alone for a while. I got an email from Justin's wife Nicole on Wednesday with this update: </span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; ">J was brought into the OR around 7:15. At about 8:15 they began the proceedure. The doctor made about a 1 inch incision in J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; ">'s neck and removed the ruptured disc. The disc was replaced with carbon fiber and a bone graft from his hip. The doctor then placed a titanium plate in J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; ">'s neck to fuse the two vertebrae together.</span></span></span></span></span></b></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBu56KO1vdcl_MILi4XblwOOOjI8LvqPuFs3Tc9dk67n6wUvnNWUjUKh3eRSBLxDdZWT6lsNan-cWqrzTfYVbY7M52hRXImEJtuwSp9zdpvgSFYQbMDPnyA7e4fKXsRLBDUOazB6HUemTq/s320/IMG_20101031_210613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409267285093090" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Holy balls! I can't imagine how scared his wife had to be facing all of this. Thankfully he should recover fully in 4-6 weeks. I am extrememly happy that his little guys will still have their dad around, and his wife will have her hubby. So for the next 4-6 weeks I will be trying to figure this out on my own. And we all know how successful I have been with that in the past. So wish me luck. I am also open to all suggestions and tips. </span></b></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosOjTF1fRdpGs_lBbdaI1mSOSy_5-erqhyphenhyphen3eI1sCaF-AZEwEwQjuiH2_eKDwmSdwgd3TCJNmbRNjylgScYIRjBpdyue0VsC10h66qnrBLdLy9WAmdS-FwgEMZxkcJAh_hHSiA0K7TRo4z/s320/10-29-10+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533682741661265090" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tuesday Kathy and I hit the torture room again. It wasn't as good as the night before but it was close. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuTBandDlOnOlxPrHulDvcp5JlubVpyLL4Pjz-LMbc82cC5ArdMP8SfqAWKB_GtWzqTugZOsl9s789ROjesry0SSFt9B67q_g90b4g4zTD_Ib6EVyKakr8rc5kyKrivFRKz9d6EOcpyP4/s320/10-29-10+020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533682745664970162" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wednesday, I took Kayla with me. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thursday I took the day off. I was so sore. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHfeT52YIYSShpKM94DPl3cNUPbjt5xEhXKgu9PYVeT19SEXNPlt9O5MpvBATPi-KZsm5dqCEjrqlell0rft1Edktf7X0tydjMsvdNPXOQYZDp-aGKnuh6VOOvet0UMqdiQ_vpBauTlw3/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534417370241485074" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Friday I took the day off of work. Micheal had a Honor Roll awards thingy at school. Okay answer me this. Why the hell have an awards thing in the middle of the day for the parents to attend? I mean I am thankful that I have a job, where I can take off if needed to attend. But a few years ago I did not. After that David and I headed to lunch. It was nice to have lunch with him and not have to worry about getting back to work so soon. </span></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_jItBZOpIdt6cDI9GkFSvtXi8odIgOF9DQG0TZPFBgN6HVclyQ7u8l35dy62Y3pSlru0jO8dOqecl2yiQ5FCAmI-6CqO6vcGaicW1uKInBaIs0xucArzkDsIR0vlHRD9GQ4uv3DjZxSh/s320/10-29-10+045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533682747220614770" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We practied for our 5K that night and did okay. I love spending Friday nights with my girls. We finished up with shopping and dinner at our favorite hot spot in town. Shoney's. (that was almost a joke..almost). Then it was off for a good nights sleep. </span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIxnZj4EHCPnBeBIVKEntASSLSzrO8DkILuQ5PRlmanNuI29OH-xigDa_8KDh2vJJLyOArO3NlqcNiHy0GwCwqG-YRCQMlmTwuRPfFHNSBjldtvJihm-bL2dcfmCc2lEE8yXoT2Ir8cRW/s320/10-30-10+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407652383814034" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3m5oI4nB0O6u3jxQb2qzWgtZ0GN5TpI9mSIJ-zsGfsxaZQDoyMD5sK5S5ifcIlYsd2ggT5cawE4MXmtFS6JN_YI1zEcTZ27l3C2GzXIgUdGc-avy8JaJmiq8n1tw1etG0fogsspOzk6w5/s320/66317_172159362801642_100000227397276_660971_7044935_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409252866117666" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Saturday: Race Day! It was freaking cold when we first got there. And between my sister and me, we had our own paparazzi going on. Pictures with everyone's phone and camera. It's all about the details. </span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUS1Ns0R3b4dNNq4sXkfP_3HTQaOglEETCC8Jx_ApIyjVXr_mWTsuM1H37ZnliqSFk69r2yf4ihvGSng6jmlzvdrishCf9lVsrsFYnO8POIs1dm1CLaCNJc-1k6waWaMaxBBswAdmh9OkP/s320/10-30-10+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407673390717522" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is Kizzy (awesome name huh). We meet her before the race. She was supposed to meet a friend for the race, but it must have been too cold for her friend. This woman is a rock star! Not only is she cute as a button, but she kicked this races ass, AND she did it by herself! It was nice to meet you Kizzy. Hope to see you again at another race! </span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibWHLFPNmR_x3OtD5gUdnGu7mbvfQlXT8nvA3RAiUoIHfLBrGAUEwU1R6neBbL6frPv7YSwwsKtqzvw2zeGkyjQz-jrIDDCFnYsXn-aPwBpahIQvIT2qvbjMAfDhRRaCVauYv581wCtKg/s320/10-30-10+031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409239817719746" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My time was not the best. Some where along the way Weepy Me reared her ugly little head. I get so pissed off that my body won't do what I want it to. These races are so much more than physical for me. They are 100% mental. It takes me so long to get out of my head. I can think of 134343 different reasons that I CAN'T do this. When really we all know I CAN! I have! Many, many times before. Then to top it all off, I think I may have even hurt some skinny girls feelings along the way. To the tiny little runner that passed me the 2nd lap, that needed a doughnut or 2, I know that you meant well when you said I was doing a good job, I now know that it was totally <span class="Apple-style-span">inappropriate for me to scream, "Yeay for fat girls" back at you. </span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCwIp6EH2FPTdB5mZc6t9h6goeKRXRktnmiVtPkTP54icXBlAFJBYYOjK6mWrfHFCFfuFxOKcsjAA4JJW4llvBnhqyrzYYZdMcDz6hq6NC11rwCFBwyL2ii70nJ245B_DLV4m9MhVsV-R/s320/10-30-10+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407695269479666" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHcveO1w4rleEbtfGzeL204EgRLbFU9A9rinrCUAQ34YMPPHyrpST3yd2EcNZ1jMwBl1QvDZei6dbNPZzCLROulp6rEX8G6YWvC4bf7ycvuwsBbL6Umd8Fb29TmDq4TubUgyMyNTiP1eC/s320/69004_172178322799746_100000227397276_661205_7096794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409257232202754" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Weepy Me left and about the second mile, I took over. I was able to cross the finish line and finally put this silly thing behind me. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJhK-LviutG-9Dpe3Cs3UW-dQ0t8ZJVfi159321vz1usbR7OlCoAHbUzFdjxPcz1uPJvIgjD8RacObwxEMsQ_D1ASWedViv_36HxMvmd5Hjct49vpeYPQ5fkD9pzI-d2DCr_TV-9Kp0dz/s320/10-30-10+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409249727452050" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The rest of the day was filled with shopping, shopping and more shopping. Damn those girls know how to shop! I don't think there was a store we did not go into! I am pretty sure we walked another 2 miles shopping. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJhSXuJaxSiT96c-RwgfcKHPD4-9YOLL5yCPMHZeKmlmvPayEelPxhdYaMyQu3snmofklZKkhrxLdtLreoMnn0RlnI0ulZLhFSYSTn-748vxE45MnQ1l4JJmsGEkxctIklQ6vfP4hNO4d/s320/sister.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534427788265054930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't know if I have mentioned this before, but I have the MOST amazing sister in the world. Since I have started doing these crazy 5K things, she has been right at my side. She has drove hours just to be by my side so that I am not finishing alone. Everyone should have a sister like mine. I love you Ashley. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-15222786106873327892010-10-26T08:40:00.000-07:002010-10-26T13:41:01.061-07:00Back from an Mini Melt Down<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OszATUv3ryKYaQLero-LH0_Kzj7WTZ78J28kFOw7Hr_j9-1ABgXCO_F9oRYO5QJFrpZXCZOxhj3BULSwl2WZiL_RH9PfkSiP5-pbjWWCvmOnsPZZiI_380qpPS_kWAtDbEBIoukXj1ws/s1600/pin_OMG_image.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOMHNdu0RmkgnEOj13vVk4eLOSUhtGOwbgwBXEa3yhhFm1uIdxbH3DDB0uSGkYEZ8ClZz5Wl5_XzqVOGVXJ-JHihfJvcpDYbyOjhSpYE7TgvDe-eUCdXng9x9Aq6Kt7CoME3gJKzTJQjL/s1600/freakout.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532435880716448194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOMHNdu0RmkgnEOj13vVk4eLOSUhtGOwbgwBXEa3yhhFm1uIdxbH3DDB0uSGkYEZ8ClZz5Wl5_XzqVOGVXJ-JHihfJvcpDYbyOjhSpYE7TgvDe-eUCdXng9x9Aq6Kt7CoME3gJKzTJQjL/s320/freakout.jpg" /></span></strong></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday I had a mini freak out/melt down. I got a message from Justin that he will be suspending all workouts until further notice to deal with some scary medical issues. Now first let me say this. I am worried about him. Without going into details, this is/could possibly be very serious. I pray that everything works out and he is back up and running ASAP. Now that being said, I totally freaked out! I mean full on panic attack, and of course that Weepy chic even showed up!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532435895897385650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aZCATyYoYVPGaw82dlRk1K5axJYGhXBrLGn25hjiecfxE0X3NbJ_8iu4eYXF0lK9XYopIyNamis4KtuxuoLDghfEQQEFx5DQcSjffWbpy7Ts5OgEfeYZoE0kZbvBjFzfzWBIuWePFIok/s320/panic.jpg" /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I know!<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532435890847174994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9xywSAym-4GsCCP2fKyw8cz5UHtPq1LVfVUvu_tGemxOHwhbtfmtWQXItzGePFQY2xbTG_e3w6qtrKLMc3fe1dklhzn5XjDHiUrnGVrCt9BpKPrijhy7u42JtFY_Kf6k1o4g5JoaIw8q/s320/omg.jpg" /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Now let me explain WHY. I am 37 years old, and I have been struggling with this 'thing' my whole life. Maybe not on this level the whole time, but at some level I have. As far back as I can remember.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532442893280680802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjWPjATMwxGhmNyz4saXsm1YQV9017N3u2gI3PT8u3SFDMSu73x9nDyV6UHHVBcwm-tV17-ZX_m8Cr_7py3sXKxKwEOesKvxO7o3l55YuqIK-bDZHOqyGHodS_RucINymFggH9HgqYy0z/s320/fatgirl.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the first time in those 30 odd years that I have actually SEEN results with my own two eyes. I have watched the scale move before, gotten numerous 'Bravo's' and 5lb stars, but I have never once looked in the mirror and SEEN a change. This has been mind boggling for me. And right now, I am on the verge of being in uncharted territory. Both on a fitness level and a weight level. Last year this time I lost 40 lbs. It was awesome. I was FINALLY in Twottervill. And then of course LIFE happened and I lost focus for a short time and WHAM 20 lbs crept back on. Well I am just about to be past that 40lb mark AGAIN. I will finally be back to loosing more weight than I ever have before. I don't really mention pounds and weight as much because of this. I hate to say yeay I lost 2 lbs, when it was two pounds I had already lost and then stupidly found again. Follow Me? So I have about 5 more pounds to loose before I am past that. Then I can celebrate each pound lost. And KNOW that it really is for real this time. And I'm EXCITED!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532442903791454098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwuhUt1uvrIWEV1rZVRIkT9CsuhptTjx5MHYmhALM3T4zU3v2JiWk6hE2pque53z9KYVALC_4ZPWe6QMhAa3oMLGhGMolYXKQY9ffc8Rmvup02IEDfW2phLNlVzxTXdOMM0tmS9y6muS9/s320/happy20and20excited.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And the thought of not having the main thing, that has pushed me this far, scared the ever loving crap outta me. I just don't know if I can do this alone. Now when I say alone, I don't really mean alone. I am VERY fortunate to have an AMAZING support group. I have two of the best friends anyone could ask for. Kathy and Anna. We have been on this journey together for about a year now. And it doesn't matter what happens, they will be there to the end.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532442887555100146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbEcBIAWdIR-wfo2WP3GcGmTMZ6GvveViBDQaEy8tPQHiw3muzLN0Z9HeDxbHJGNerMhSb68Ov6ttXmAbLh7YCOuXLpiBVZpHgp4ER46I7V8aB4yD-O_9eLHPwcq7LopbLy4vEmK7Pvwk/s320/bff_640x480_dt.png" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And then there is my awesome hubby and kids. They put up with me being gone most nights at the gym, they pitch in and do more around the house so that when I come home I can rest. Not the mention my sister and mom and aunts, and dozens of facebook friends. They are ALL awesome. This is the conversation I had with my hubby yesterday, after I had gotten news about J. I was so upset. And I didn't know what I was going to do. (We work together and this was an IM between us on our work email. I blacked out the stuff that pertained to work). You can click on it to see the full size version.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532440282876498722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6qLpkJEVy2Pe1H5z5f4kRtz2i3XcGRSPwzyPKjmbmsv4muxWCng1REIcc6ykZi3RtUBRWIdR8lBSMcSOmsdy4cyIQDXo_-bwPN5zkg5ZIhlChFaasdnqoY_u0BzDwkkw2Rn1uvHgnwIH/s400/Why+I+love+my+Hubby+Last+One.jpg" /> Here is the above conversation transcribed because Blogger is pissing me off.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>: You there</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>: :-)</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>: Just just emailed all his clients. he is cancelling all appointments until further notice.he found out today that he has some medical issues. I'M ON THE VERGE OF FREAKING OUT. I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN DO THIS ALONE!!!!!!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>: you know what to do, don't say you can't YOU CAN DO IT. he has taught you what you need to know just keep it up. do not quit.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>: geeze just when i thought i was about to go to uncharted territory. I'm about to make a huge mile stone.UGGG. I don't want to fail again.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>:only reason you would fail is will be you</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>:and not to mention that i feel like a huge BITCH because I am worried about me, when there might be something wrong with him! is that selfish?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>:no</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>: it will be your fault if you fail. life throws everything at you many ways. it is what you do with it that makes you a winner or a failure. which do you want to be?!?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>: i want to be a winner. for once i want to beat this</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">David</span>: like i told you before. its up to you. just because you don't have someone riding your ass showing you what to do, don't mean you can't do it. if you want to win, be a winner. don't let anyone stop you. but if you stumble, i will be there to catch you and GET YOU OFF YOUR ASS and tell you to step it up.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rachel</span>: I love you :-)<br /></div></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah and now you see why:<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532442918606040514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_wZRJEqpvCxK-FWQQtmz5Dm-4AUr82ikuo34BYdMnCK1kWH_zVde7KDVbAPp8L4GBglr2O3UQS2uSTVJwkhbQ8Cd2DtMPks9PzHWRfFIJ89QDDRlw0FRThYrFfaEiIPqZqj_h9DIX6xg/s320/I-Love-Him-So-Much.gif" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So I sent Weepy Me packing. Packed my guilt trip up and put it away, and texted Kathy and Anna this: Either of you up for a totally mixed up, not really sure what I'm doing version of what I haven't blocked out from my memory for good reason work out? Anna wasn't feeling too well, but Kathy was game. So we got together and after a mile warm up on the treadmill, moved to the torture room. I picked some of the exercises that I remembered from my past sessions with Justin and we kicked butt.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532438078317734258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9STe0azjAp8bJdVKhWu5QIroTR6RmRHptMRR6twodHFqO8A1IFoP6i_n1wckp-fI8OJRdCVTPmvdjDqoT-iU-PzuniXMvk3kgdJMZhGH4H9pCZlobnTDpEywm5LacWOfsj45vj84wYgTt/s320/10-25-10+031.JPG" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">One hour, eleven minutes. 1265 calories burned. I am hoping I can keep this up. It was nice to have Kathy join me. To hear me talk it almost sounded like I knew what I was talking about. Hahaha.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532438062992318130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqQYMortL7bMS5XOkjvF7Vlpx0kZHgk0wLxtRe91JdLQ0on_uhiPxd-VqF1U1ebLA8fpxptJBeH_uGaEQe4TxRy4tPLunNpVS1M6FD7TNF0eunkOtl_h5NPMEwxuadx-fwK3QBs-2VX8n/s320/Countdown.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The countdown to my next official 5K is on. It's Saturday morning and I think I am kinda excited. It's going to be a super fun day spending time with my sister and my friends! And the most important part of the whole day.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532435900309159202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9zz6-2FMaL84V5eDaKPSotcRXC0XFN0DdrXVKLSzU1fXL43RBnhcsgYsbVhl_Y4Kp3rVm9TGaxYHt5xImQVz9L5aumzb0J4-dxllXjc4B5mAvdoaVbVUTnBOW581uvaQ1QSA5JwzuAqo/s320/shopping-logo-tss.jpg" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Moma needs a new PURSE! And a WALLET! And some SHOES! And some BLING! Oh my! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-29428781716434492342010-10-21T12:01:00.000-07:002010-10-21T14:03:24.316-07:00I am NOT on a Diet<div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Man I can't believe how many times I have had to explain that to STUPID people. I am NOT on a diet. Of course I CAN have chips and salsa. I just choose NOT to. I have learned so much in the past 2 months or so. I know to someone who has always been healthy, or not had a weight problem, this is a no brainier.<br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603796435948274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTN3aDGJ0abJF_VmuaIKUxnFL8bKLK9XoxERzMs9QlS3RWyk36GnG5Z828YSwr7CySsykGjN7Imn09NlhAQR1tEMxIkUUkg57T0ZCuCNCcUCHzEgoAyf-ZLZMrLmfK-3TLuAdD3xl8iFTf/s320/no-brainer-480.gif" /> But loosing weight and maintaining your current weight, all comes down to calories vs calories out. Plain and simple. You MUST burn more calories than you take in to loose weight. So knowing that little gem, why would I CHOOSE to eat crap, when I will just have to work my ass off later tonight to get it back out? It's just not worth it to me. And I realize that not everyone has figured that out yet. And I am okay with that, but when you ask if I would like...cake, candy, chips, cookies, pie, ice cream, or anything else that I have NOT planned, my answer will be no thank you. And it is NOT because I am on a DIET! It is because I just don't freaking want it!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603789469163346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDj3g-HIMMzP319nOuKpqRgbW-affzI_4CDypE89G2vEDpdv_gbt1VaYf4X9t8vMYsE3EqQV6hOAdQgjKCskbrq9ePj0QGl3fXqaX9zpoxkUiWJbt8f6L7IiNVfHAyIlBrdv6yMNuJOdFj/s320/drphilfail.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tuesday's attempt at my first 5K of the week was a total failure.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603290461032386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuMuXm8ZDx8d3QWw_H0awCzXiqHEgumbGCGs4kMusZc6AGVEW3NzM6otLw4AbAyTqMkavSIwwfwdcrpaqMstnT58ppYV65eUE4U8UUraO_9E5a7tt1DP4omgswqINs9dj8243k2_E1WYJ/s320/10-19-10+001.JPG" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I was all ready to do it and to make a better time than I did the week before. I don't know if I just didn't stretch enough or if I started out too fast, but about 10 mins in, I felt my shin splinter. MOTHER SOMETHING! I was so pissed! We were far enough that I wasn't going to turn back, but not nearly far enough to be close to being finished. So I MADE myself drag on. We were able to shave off about 1/2 mile cutting through the neighborhood that we were walking around. We didn't make great time thanks to me, but at least I burned some calories. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603800438095186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSUELNkM_ueaX8ohTOGgcqWe6eedyA0g6dbjhDRH_lr8GgQHeB649E7YwH-k5UYj8nQ93tqQPokXlbytZ1s0WCW9DIQkqd363UTtWjFlAoLTKLU9x2QEXD4v1N744z9Vp73gLZfLOGsmw/s320/shoneys_logo.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So after that we went out to dinner like we always do on Tuesday. Shoney's has been our go to place here of late. It offers a lighter meal if we choose (And I have been). I always order the same thing. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603286573708306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfMummXqDWUsbHW8SdIyAEdoRwDgHsZ8oZTNsTio85dzYtL-vqgK2qiiWjp4aA_Meirfkws8glulp2JGHw4I9C6YyuTyKYJ4ffdT5NJYNsq0WkeHtAifW2AVzAyOdDgs43ZwoHEu3sIrw/s320/64885_166021770082068_100000227397276_619996_1453597_n.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I order the Lifestyle Blackened Chicken with Wild Rice and instead of a green salad I order a fruit salad. The other night when we were there and I place my order, one of the other waitresses came out and said 'As soon as she placed the order I knew who it was for'.</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603786091715842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2EPetzvnBt9LXuiS-bGdIb48HmabgYd7xyH3hEMdZjkGQLbdeXMwwNAQ8GXM-mWzNN466Y2IOqTMTZkV0gPD-iSXHMJasNFiWDUH-Kjb1Q7EKwj4s50ZZIDlD7siN8affMDJe65LFwge/s320/cheese-burger.png" /> I guess its better to be know for a fruit salad than it is a cheese burger. :)<br /></span></strong><div></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606566662824578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xPWY7AYoGCDM2qjghzfYjnDFsHRT2EKepMjQCVbKcyeC4H2pP0UiBU8nEC6UtuTuSvNzgXoM0U-4K8ZPqXXClvv2nuJ3Sdf5WBYRKFnhgWXDSUPrcgeua8Nuy7Q_nqA2TQKCsyUu06XW/s320/workout.jpg" />Last night was my second session of the week. I was NOT looking forward to it at all. I had been dealing with an upset stomach most of the day, and I had an all around CRAPPYTACULAR day. It was upper body night. So we worked a lot of that crap. Then he introduced me to his little friend.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603290877921538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUGMqW__rnPVL9GFbmrw7d3JoQQMWonNrmeNei2v5ReGPy77ujfyOFfRQ7YnRQUMZJhJucYApVaqPi6D8sazORQhGSHEFUvhpC5yq0jAqIZfKQcnlU43RTIxePbzGmtEhCRzBWlBBlWVz/s320/BOSU_Ball_3.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah isn't he cute. NOT. Then of course he expected me to do all sorts of tricks with his little friend.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603297485955986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_aAEVekL_b090tTZpetkbCBtVHIbd2rDIv281gdG9AvS8b7AavCEz2pwvsJrsHqKSZpp-WvISpmpQuP9-Hs74tBsdzzVcOaBlaqRO6CB6Yn2KB2asxs-iPHgrrieZh8FXgUR6JmIRIpZ/s320/AZ9007P(4).jpg" /> I did something like this. Then some other things I am still trying to block out of my memory. I don't know what the hell the deal was last night, but I was so FREAKING emotional! I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but I HATE weepy me. I am not a fan at all. And I don't know if it was because I was feeling crappy, or my day was crappy or I was just frustrated that I couldn't successfully do a move or what, but about 3/4 of the way through Weepy Me showed up. I could NOT get a handle on this chic to save my life! The only thing that stopped her was when I got to beat the living crap out of Justin's little friend with the weight bar. That shut her up. I think I might have scared her.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603285406126642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96wIUXMqJt9nLO_Yoeum0L3HDQyezQuDhkEHz7EUR7IFy9Oknr1HhZilEChWJ1n_pxJ162HeLBMzIb8ZqWEef5AlKbATZLvVY5VFZPU-TGbuf9NerSOXww-e7iNkaiyMwQ4BXWDskXrEa/s320/10-20-10+001.JPG" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I had a good weigh in. I lost 1.6 lbs. All in all it was an okay night. 1 hour 31 minutes. 1231 calories burned. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606567085070882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoB8MOfwiSlQmeWepl8mNpOpC7sfyLT8nS4xud-lOT1D2dSBm41Z0PjGl0lQmPcZILmH6-Y-kV02Pf9WzT3H7HNvxhfWP8xg2kltFJv6BmA6E455fcgUaWXhOiZNhcoQ-kq2jbdwDNo6G/s320/Hurt-Knee.gif" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I think I will skip the walk and the gym tonight. My knee is killing me and I feel exhausted, I hope I am not coming down with something. I plan on cooking a good dinner and getting my snuggle on with David. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606562051306530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPGgNOUvbKCRfW1mQGnJwlW7MGRpH8umxKEz2sOqZlzAiW1Uc_iyT9LQuCdGCiDGYd2rTi9X5a9OolgvW9_FHieIpIkBRZxgIXjD-bveQOL17U7XJP5WC_0ABRifDDKln-J3CgwiEyuZJ/s320/butternut_squash.jpg" />Anyone have any good recipes for a first time Butternut squash taster? I bought one, but I am not sure how to cook it. I want to love it so much. Any suggestions?</span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-22686303646904458852010-10-18T08:28:00.001-07:002010-10-19T11:51:27.806-07:00Friend Making Monday-That Turned into Tuesday<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFZPE77y0lvdrh4phVE89CDdTeDPtt7pS6i_bK_i60kgUi8MuGuwC-vXodI-nqt4A0bbcCPPHFWDXTw5Apa0IGYc8l_btD_XOWEpRhA9p3dDnXtIzPOGqSGXfCWE8Pj9mRFFNPCWHxvpP/s1600/friend+makin+monday+for+post.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529408469819083154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFZPE77y0lvdrh4phVE89CDdTeDPtt7pS6i_bK_i60kgUi8MuGuwC-vXodI-nqt4A0bbcCPPHFWDXTw5Apa0IGYc8l_btD_XOWEpRhA9p3dDnXtIzPOGqSGXfCWE8Pj9mRFFNPCWHxvpP/s320/friend+makin+monday+for+post.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Well I had every intention to post this yesterday, but time got away from me and before I knew it, it was too late. So here I am one day late (the story of my life really). </span></strong><a href="http://alltheweigh2009.blogspot.com/2010/10/friend-makin-mondays-holiday.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Shrinking Kenz</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> over at </span></strong><a href="http://alltheweigh2009.blogspot.com/2010/10/friend-makin-mondays-holiday.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">All the Weigh</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> posted this great way to get to know some fellow bloggers. All you need to do is just copy the question below and share your unique answer on your blog. Link up at the bottom of this post then take a few minutes to visit and comment on other FMM blog posts. The question was What is your favorite holiday? </span></strong></div><div><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820882602876162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3s9i7aIvG_hizDdgsRDV50oSvjMOmRqrkCUPWZ4ha9oieDNm5LRUkSt5ocLO6pKPipjVRobalcyOCK_90ZRp0gZqfrfu6W-WOQqiyGyktTwL-EmaJnZo-J8yeKKUy0rMfnCpwphtjs4UP/s320/ItsHalloween.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I would have to say my favorite holiday is Halloween. I love that it is the beginning of fall, and its the start of the holiday rush. I don't really care for the creepy part of Halloween, as much as I do the cutesy stuff. I love all the vibrant colors. The oranges, purples, and greens. My kids are too old to dress up now, but I always looked forward to helping them pick out a costume.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820878358225602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_glEjDHtuQD3xVXHtdZKihm6YYlYFxS5DYxmUERsZvX9mXrHQdVpGLJb2AP_BYiXBB3g4M6CvSJs64OKrCECsO-gOd6m2M7yHR5wL6d3K9vxWEpBdLaOWb_gFhzbDjd_U9cxlumL3uX1t/s320/leftover-halloween-candy-by-harris-graber.jpg" /> Of course the candy don't hurt either :-) LOL But this year I will steer clear. It doesn't even phase me anymore. It's kinda weird that the want is not there. But I do know it is still early...LOL.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529420513219731074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisa_edkwUQdSU3DdYSaJwS3VXrDdi6Gzf-53XDMMhnWsyCm20wX5WJ_erC3KfBpa56fxPlYcELClUfZP5Qb-qUJtelLHkrGzTSV47pR6C5lK_TXpMTPAXLzR1VEWXebiWy18tiOpdazzIo/s320/10-16-10_082%5B1%5D.JPG" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This weekend was great! I got to spend some MUCH needed family time with my clan. I love it when we all are able to just get away from everything, so we only have ourselves to entertain each other. The last time we all 4 spend any time together was for vacation back in July.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529409283554442434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5dW7dda6Man-UEqNWCoAua62gBX4WfC3O4jpJRRx9NpELlS1uwqKyEoxcf8a4i8x2wFlABI7CZVhRvP7GeS5uerqZ9HQpJnGDKfTQsaZc2z5bBzNJ4AuVlOuXfWw3T3I9gpSWBBlvZUx/s320/10-16-10_070%5B1%5D.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529409278013379314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBoCXCXs2COSvz6xHh3BPSCYIOx5MKKleJUWNoRAzqvZPZDRa1Ue26Db1WcnR01pt9yoJi5LcpFeAN_n5xy_IK8bF6NURCHId_YUtalGcq_Vbof00Ph9NMOoP1hDD7X8purbTOgotoc-z/s320/10-16-10_020.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">First stop of Stennis Space Center in Mississippi. We have been here several times before. But for a FREE tour you just can't beat it. There is lot's of cool exhibits and lots of interactive things to do. It has been a while since we were there and we loved it just the same. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529824240754440130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUstyyBiRofkmPXLd0exRZXIOGu7CtGTuXcNclQZtsUtO12o1itGmg1aKOvSGR02Q_1TPZpagV2sozhZChD2BUGPKzDYYquP4nLPs8DIsdq_HpZG3vn9y4ftdTj4PfxKO1cVIZxs-mm7_/s320/FleaMarket.png" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After that stop we headed to the big flea market! I LOVE flea markets! I love looking at what some people collect and what some people think that other people would buy! I did score some really sweet deals while we were there. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820871156953218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGX-tdgck-faE_xeQTK2zSR8PKWR2KxP0qQsl_FhBrgthFe0YFmKoNDxGISzzFra18g9VNnWV0hiYoMVBsNv83W_T2K1ezgiwZhqvHLvFWMZgaziTFvGPsXYEPVRixEYhOuYVMnBUFR-F/s320/777046_fpx.jpg" /> I picked up this necklace for TWO FREAKING BUCKS! Best deal of the day, hands down. After we finished up there we puttered down the road and headed to the Outlet Mall. The boy's opted to stay in the car for a mini nap, while Kayla and I power shopped! Talk about a work out!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820869234675506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rzcl-QaG3lCfCrUFt1Eu-8Zrbo_q9yWeX_CWYmWMnap7XJ__KJM_qH_jgaBUlWysPyK8MOh4XSM4sK2_6ClbVI1ivi5qs0szudlJtAi3PMC12eT3aTReZXySuTbeRQY9jrgfMW275jdB/s320/040_effected.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I picked up a couple new necklaces, including this one. And a of course some new blingy rings too. After we were done we headed to Imperial Palace Spa and Casino to eat dinner. They have an amazing buffet there! Man it was HUGE! I did really good tho. I stick with the non fried seafood. Crabs, and clams and oysters oh my! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday was my first workout of the week with Justin. I was able to squeeze in 1.25 miles on the dreadmill before he got there. And then we hit the torture room. He is working with me to improve my leg and core strength (Did I mention you could push me over with a feather?) Yeah no kidding, allllllllllll of this. So it consisted of lots of squats and kicks and sit ups and all sorts of evil things. Let's just say that I was READY when my session ended. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529825823668506050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyW5i24sWu7WnYQevgv7us5Z8HtP0Y7fGOOd2pTv3y7idcuclufHwZXwG3-FwKyT4XJInRj0M1_JcxdJPK2nDlmkvEsn8oWsIabHWT2eYkME-Twrr1YvCa1juOIElpySMz_juJUK2JaspE/s320/10-18-10+002.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1 hour 23 minutes. 1162 calories burned. Sold!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820893645749826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7dW6Q9mQF5mpN84gIPlK6Kr5aOKxv8FC8JeTNAYa7IpFN-X80WeIMHDefDM8uiJP9jfNrqs4UgYOCnHjN_ZLqZt_jyPeYMi_znjhc9EtEaHn2mc_pp9W6__yIY3jm5DIHYpIvyr906aB/s320/SuperChallenge_web.jpg" /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">He even challenged me to complete my 5K on October 30, in under 50 mins. It's going to be hard, but I took the challenge! Wish me luck!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tonight is my first 5K of the week. I was able to complete 3 last week. I am hoping to do the same this week. I have 11 more days to get ready for the real deal. I will let you know how my time is. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have gotten so many sweet messages after my last post. Thank each one of you for taking the time and contacting me. I love visiting each of your blogs and checking in on your journey's too. I think blogging will play a huge part in me being successful. Thanks for stopping by.</span></strong><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-33316013759192316282010-10-15T20:39:00.000-07:002010-10-15T21:06:34.314-07:00Whowoulddathunkit<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Woah...the second blog post of the day. Insane! Okay I just couldn't wait to come and post how my eval went. If I had to pick one word that describes how I feel right now it would be HOLY BATMAN IS THAT REALLY ME? This is the first time on this crazy journey that I have SEEN with my own two eyes these results. </span></b></span></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UEMNyXADpZ9dO6It9lA7bR6TrshiTxAL02IT5klTyjL8v41vfCZ8jT8vpdMjM0U_aQLhNhyHbCDPOWNT6vXjUmhqDuaBo-YG6fRX7dtesktt0Bd4J9G0No_epyJ3Wb9rajTFIIW5UGMF/s320/Progress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486513001003890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have lost a total of 13 inches from my body, and 2.2% body fat. I improved across the board. I ROCKED the plank, which makes me happy. Hopefully that means my upper body is getting stronger. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I feel slightly vulnerable posting these photos, and for the first time my weight. I know that I have so much farther to go, but I think for the first time in my life I '</span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">get it</span></b></span></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">', I really get it. I get that I have to bust my ass every day and exercise. I get that every day I have to know what I am putting in my body. I get that if I do not do this now there is a chance I won't be around for my grandkids. I don't care how long it takes or how hard it gets I will NOT give up this time. Looking at these photos and my progress in just ONE month, makes me even more determined to push harder and work longer. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tonight I will fall asleep with hope that this will actually be a reality one day in my future.</span></b> </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjD7zmInATOe33jibcqe_ZMJzG0hn44Zi7SuOarNuGEQ6DgHHgDtihcKQuSmxiDqsvnLBaskB1QIz3VWiLWw1qO3ysCIO_K5xy4uChNc7iLAP_R9gNgioUbe8KFSXI4TOSL2XBe0zfpw4/s1600/Back+View.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjD7zmInATOe33jibcqe_ZMJzG0hn44Zi7SuOarNuGEQ6DgHHgDtihcKQuSmxiDqsvnLBaskB1QIz3VWiLWw1qO3ysCIO_K5xy4uChNc7iLAP_R9gNgioUbe8KFSXI4TOSL2XBe0zfpw4/s320/Back+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486499918787154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></a><b></b><b></b><b></b></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFaPStofxYj9-yLssMt49MrTp4ahg6T-Xi2TAX38xNorTDnwdm460H4HZvO1ETDjMDqXUJoMwJxlaGl7k6LL4r11iVVSGZdLBKvD-83vIQbmEyIn5e892QPlBewl3y78Dpp_GkfKx9kxP3/s320/Front+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486509188412626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9QKrYO-LGbPEQkcaI3xx6jUQlG5JPAHtIli5vjbAa2P_yfoOV2C6QhEpZPvZxnTPnqoUbgUCYcL_9Ay49vto6Iv6nFcDjTf0E0uYmkLd2UNMfLKA2DZeSTv94vvpEpTzrUtGU-8OKsFO/s320/Right+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486504919958882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQ1i_7aHrUrptRl0u9Pg0x7gY3daAXFAsdT2fdk9MNY_Rxc_YjzkapPvnDvhZcxCKZdwvQy_CyM72x4V1pwXHSy1gATQvSQXPcI4NdHr5Ze1l_5l7FPVhZ7D8M7V-WpnZOgIuaxqzM04V/s320/Left+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528486503419625090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-65583856657835028692010-10-15T11:39:00.000-07:002010-10-15T13:43:40.951-07:00It is offical<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtwnATlp90yLRo8s1ngFaiz9b5sIc8vqJ51n7_vzG9_ybj7AAHSTvJwPltznXmCVFS1UkCEcl8o1JuPjo6wtv8KhiwQTYiu9cqCGu2ZuXoyHFAAdperqpEm7lAtOtyY1A5eJBKZzVNS0w/s1600/sunway.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369659274983378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtwnATlp90yLRo8s1ngFaiz9b5sIc8vqJ51n7_vzG9_ybj7AAHSTvJwPltznXmCVFS1UkCEcl8o1JuPjo6wtv8KhiwQTYiu9cqCGu2ZuXoyHFAAdperqpEm7lAtOtyY1A5eJBKZzVNS0w/s320/sunway.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Subway and I will no longer be seeing each other for breakfast. As much as it pains me to say that out loud, that is just the way it has to be. </span></strong><br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369650195463330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9TplMd8j-rc60_ljvonCl0G0jdgUDAZFfm9ni1Sorybxsm6RiRsHpHgfKqMb1ylMEo3WWeI-yKV8zMA8bZu4UQ2ussOyGnWE1Zl47dYdmFtts5rmgExGKRbS9b-SHbZO_zp6jiDi2vwu/s320/Subway-Breakfast.jpg" /> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I will still long for his quick and tasty breakfast <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sammiches</span>. The yummy mesh of bell peppers and banana peppers in a warm flat bread that fills my tummy, on top a perfectly cooked egg white that is filled with protein and that keeps me full until lunch. </span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528374417223978722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKe0RQ-WXrR0JA0gMXMlVBMyOIgvImwKXkpcIZnrvJobvtwjKAJ-hWYDQFSsaGEnpE2rXclyPJO05dpZXKcq5rUDN4uEbalL3BRJND0vrDVSECtMLHFDVdxwQoNqycz02gCw_MAXqSbKn/s320/salt-shaker-10821.jpg" /><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And it's all HER fault! She has been stalking my most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">favoritest</span> foods as of late, and it's really starting to tick me off. I even opted out of having ham on my breakfast flat bread because I KNEW she would be there. And lets just face it. I don't really like her. So image my surprise when I mosey over to the Subway site to find out she likes my egg whites just as much as the Roast Beef! </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369305192947170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmzrqvMTRZNJcE8gpxkXgZdM016Rf1xn9yRl3XUYM5GG7hC2EqXirzfNiFM3NwX0mZMUc6vqIUMgsMFysrlQ74flAWiYudMdK9yuK9zn0xcCNA2i4686e392mE0VZ8jTjIo3Jw9GZLKmC/s320/dude-wtf.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is how they both break down. </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Egg White Patty</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Serving Size: 85 g</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Calories: 70</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Total Fat: 2</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sodium: 430</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Protein: 8</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roast Beef</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Serving Size 71 g</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Calories: 80</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Total Fat: 2.5</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sodium: 430</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Protein: 18</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay now looking at those which one looks better? I know right! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Geeze</span>. So seeing that, I made the decision to just totally break off my breakfast love affair. I will just have to make it a point to get up earlier and make my own breakfast. Which isn't that bad, because I will in the end save some money, but it still sucks. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369666523058546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4F_O7WDn_ph0k4KDHjBdho_TbI0T9gPH11q54JAOf2_ZvcMw3enSG7olflzV8BPYCbyYITuWj84tP6AtCidlSQRanV3P6tVxWbMNfefyS8GPntpQ7zpX1F1-dqsS6rzxxu7nVm6rfRXU/s320/were4.jpg" /> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well yesterday was my third 5K of the week. It was a beautiful night for a stroll. And I was really happy that BOTH Anna and Kathy were able to make it. I am pretty sure that these two could make a trip the dentist fun.</span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528370374145890178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_H7BeucHCk08FazQAF2KlB7aHnjUI79ej4vGxbNdvuoSfuEfe0ka5LFQT6hWxq6dRBdZbgvVhbVP6pnd1vKuZM7qN1B62SJPf8RHxLNPk6eHkUv-hcHd2SPEcamRT_MH6jMJInB9DfRn/s320/7879.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(It's a bird...It's a plane...It's Rachel with her IPhone) We took the time to of course pose for some photos. I love that I can totally be myself with these two. They get me, or at least pretend to. :) After all the playing around we still managed to pull an amazing time! </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369258774676066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJ1WBwyU_qQWK2RUuDIH4y4dCuN0akaStTr2FCBQyxc7w8gI6NHLoGB6QKySrICfBykkFf85LQWvpru1SGzA9jFRJE-QSe0LzpCdhTY3w5q9-k1dona2Kb_nY2npv13oJexjcwu5KAtb7/s320/10-14-10.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not going to lie, keeping up with them was a chore. They both are super fast walkers (so freaking jealous). And I was able to keep there pace for the most part. I did have to ask them to slow down once, but then I pushed through moved past it. I think if I keep training like this I WILL be totally ready for the race on the 31st. It is going to be fun. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have noticed in the past couple of weeks I have started <em>feeling</em> better about myself. That makes me want to do more with myself. I almost NEVER go to work without my hair and make up done. I just can't. It's a habit that I have had since my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> Nancy showed me how important it was to YOURSELF. She taught me to be the best ME that I can be. Well somewhere along the lines I have lost most of that. I used to dress up whatever I was wearing, lots of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">blingy</span>, lots of color, lots of ME. I have started bringing that back a little bit at a time. And it has helped me so much. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528370371571934578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYfTE4Ibgu0WKqzL-YvviZQgA2gR2hPvLHfLhgoj-crX_A_MYrKF7MnPmYCwNHKkbUGy0GFANIOtRzVGS4mUoasHnIIRsADwqiRgHc_H-t0iCJQgjW6CxxKXBjuLBAennMP2DwSzT12jP/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I feel better, and I think I convey a happier me. Little by little, I am bringing ME back, and I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lovin</span>' it. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I am looking so forward to this weekend. The family is taking off and heading on a road trip to who knows! </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369643238493746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiK8MUcZYzlmblfiAvc2XTFRE2DonLvKb_x71inhdpQgKG-F665s7KD4dRBiiXpVdZPPTk4W9hS4KXMHp3PMhqFyLlNR2j-DPLlfID20c7UI15YIdh7vyUo5I2OD-XSSDubqNZM4BLjcAe/s320/RoadTrip.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We used to do this a lot when the kids were little and we had more time. Since we moved and our car situation hasn't been the best, we have been staying pretty close to home. </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369278019433442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oMumQTw1YhIz4tH5aZQHdrlpmnz9570_2K_oJFd52q911MiVRuQUBLaDNntxXuDurcmtrlgzr5kWdffqbjuK-1-95_lSuJZsZTDonhVq_Sl96asgmWhd87cgXR2Ciukkyb2InwKo-UG-/s320/car.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well about a month ago we got some new wheels. (new to us anyways) So the plans are to pack up the car and hit the road. We have talked about heading to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Biloxi</span> for the day. Hopefully stopping by the flea market, and outlet stores on the way. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then making our way to the buffet at one of the local casinos. Now I hear you groaning...But I am ONLY going for these. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528369279267597986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYN-kybadFulicpOa5rcqA6fkcenPaiHMdj64fZHI5VPS4Ty_l2C-cDM4rSWSO8nhwemZ_dXND44l5-1U85uG1JXZNn5I-g6hZCkziU1lx5lHP5eVULp6iYELMR5P_hvixySYBO9TDFHb/s320/crabs.bmp" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dungess</span> Crabs. They are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooooooooo</span> yummy. But I know that SHE will be there. She loves my crabs more than she loved my Subway. I will just have to outsmart her by drinking lots and lots of water. </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528375049380373218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-3M7zr00svVLHTyN851jEzIW-rAjJn0L26L5A8_-CcYeduBmjh8RudKVy5de6NGM4EOV1Ki5esKIewAgvQL5Ny7-dn31U41ugL8SFqmkIg955_sSvBlu0B9JlphQJ-l0ZKo1TgbMKAh5/s320/fiji-water-bottle-photo.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tonight is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">eval</span> with Justin. I will let you all know how that goes. Maybe even post some progress pics! </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528370372212033026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ULXu2RuNBWaxpRGSolHHoc6bj1cq8bZNqBTvO_coN3ILiMCqZ2jIVr6TYFkX_FWYWrnQgq9hNsv7PnS3wTu20WzxS-_2sicCjTLWgqwrQ_ds-T9oX5Qk7apurFR27oqaP_DQEJEwKua4/s320/gasp.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-55806931539488471612010-10-11T09:21:00.000-07:002010-10-11T12:52:50.490-07:00Oh the things you see on the Bayou.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iddQz_-Lg6HGAt5HbS0ZuHnqDTxm1SU9kEV4giSCfJKfSsLxqAhWSLsMURaXOU3__uGaoT4lFF73zVb4A7fPyzLiKWmcjeG9OaxAGh-GGAPJjGIgdfqGcYFqNZFJqZnu3Tjod64rBuM6/s1600/orvilleotterjamboree.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870496023201058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iddQz_-Lg6HGAt5HbS0ZuHnqDTxm1SU9kEV4giSCfJKfSsLxqAhWSLsMURaXOU3__uGaoT4lFF73zVb4A7fPyzLiKWmcjeG9OaxAGh-GGAPJjGIgdfqGcYFqNZFJqZnu3Tjod64rBuM6/s320/orvilleotterjamboree.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wow, it's already Monday, how the hell did that happen? This weekend was kinda a blur! Friday night, I decided to skip the gym. (gasp I know) Kayla was working, Micheal was at a football game and David was going to shoot pool with the guys. That spelled out a PERFECT time for me to get caught up watching some Trashy TV. </span></strong></div><div><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869893144166562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm1ehrKy2HU5_fheZ-Lx2D-iz0dO2QOkLnt0PA4jNyQ0P5rJEdCQohKKMaZaUYQizI2jKBPRov6B-01MX-htoHI8GaNCA5HP5dTznRVigAq_tXRUAY0DuYh51OxqWKmaGbH_2nP2hKeTL/s320/desperate-housewives730.jpg" /> So I am kicked back in my recliner with the cat on my lap enjoying the remote, and David texted me. Wants me to come meet him. I tell him that I will come the next time (hoping next time wouldn't come soon). And he say's please blah blah blah. After I thought about it. I figure, I leave him at home 4-5 nights a week going to the gym. The least I could do was to go hang out with him for a while and enjoy something that he likes to do. (I feel a Wife of the Year award coming on).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869906881503746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjml47g8y5IUlX_cEwNm5p4uWOLVU8OOz4laakU1gOGhfJjHaClI3x-P6RM7zVXunJ8ds1_euDgXVbGcNsQCy83MecxkLxinbPCdLOrNeIDu141MX4xI9oHQq0EkoMwKL3_cxxuue9jSCM9/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" />So I got dressed and of course I had to redo hair/make-up. And head on over to The Friends Tavern. Sounds fun enough. Here is where I should mention I AM TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT! I am not the bar fly type. I don't really enjoy playing pool, I don't drink (well not unless it's for something special), I don't dance. BUT I do enjoy people watching. And let me tell you, this was people watching at it's finest.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869425599874466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorW7NfcXnAcYRz1y67BV6NLjHgPo8JSoQ8CHaqtdIdCfMNBJ4CTAAdNJDXyfKCSKUdD8LfhQDPWDuyCVyNcomv_i38V6Nx5Q2EHzu8xhlZvangFlxlzHBd_vQLINPlwMDKePyc0-wgQmu/s320/best-binoculars.png" /> First off there was a DJ. This wasn't your run of the mill DJ this was a dude on a stool, in front of a set up that may or may not have been set up on a couple of bar stools. (He was too far for me to get a photo of). Now let me just say this, for being a DJ on a stool he was pretty good. He played some great tunes, I even found myself singing along to many. I was VERY impressed.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869893606048306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1oVTxu4IwCH1gnxtaNrAFUPvd_u1UYldkmYqPBsIbUpGavon1jv3WOdW6G_k-6G-RR8_3Z3G-AeM7bcfnx_JpXOZ4ziXxEKRvC4mKNGQkssQCp_crzmk_zbLy4fuc358iq_ilgu_rkcE/s320/dj_cartoon.jpg" /> Then I met No Shoes, and apparently it was her Birthday. Happy Birthday No Shoes. I never really found out why she didn't have any shoes on, but she was really enjoying herself. At one point No Shoes went on to tell me that the DJ guy may or may not be her boyfriend, (it was really hard to understand her) not to be confused with her husband who was on the other side of the bar. And that she didn't care who found out...But SHHHHHHHHHHH (slobbery drunk shhhhh's). Don't tell anyone else. Yeaaaaaaah Okay.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869911899974914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbFfUWvNA-2eNO_Q_rM10HV3aGGtxyLQzRkgvjz36aufizoMCQQ0jGsNshhsiBvL2riCrXlEhy9zNCYtVHhNQJi8EA9pOyfTb6WPbJ6pZwGy5yB2OM1JEjVLCa2lJeiFMCbyy9aZHXued/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then I met Twinkle Toes. This little fella was so happy to be here. He came in giving hugs all around. Then he got in line to play a couple of games of pool. In between the time when he was shooting, he was off standing to the side. And getting down with his bad self. He was working that stick like a...(fill in this blank with any run if the mill working it like a stick jokes). He was loving the DJ on a stool for sure! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(I will add Twinkle Toes Photo in when I get home)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A little while later Crocs with Socks showed up. Oh yeah he did. I will give him credit tho, they WERE LSU crocs. And well you can almost wear anything LSU around here and get away with it. ALMOST. Cros with Socks was a very nice guy. He even karaoked for a while and was really good. After a few songs, it must have been past his bed time because he was gone without so much as a good bye. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869916907745954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3lkHrdQuFlPYMZFtce1bbK7rY12c-bOiGCiadK2laRuVq4mmwJIkaElF-IhE8nYfaZORcqg745oS97F4_nubd6sj1jgpLz7VnZ0QTMpMyzdi0wz2zCEoZsBUEVNO9BRC-oPHODWx_v1D/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" /> Some where in the midst of all this excitement I heard the the DJ yell 'Hot dayum would you look at that black pussy'. Of course the whole placed stopped, for a split second you could hear the crickets that were chirping on the bayou. When I looked over I seen the fluffiest feline with a ruby red collar making his way across the dance floor. No I am not kidding. Only on the bayou folks...only on the bayou.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869434620160162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghe_VdAhgnwjJZf63Psgr5U4G3LksXZpiN1VFGFF4ElIttdiesZ25ZXqOk_yjQUlj0TfimpT6Q-41o7m5TOv9lsTLfYJiMPm9PFKDUgGY0CEAyOfmnz8ENW4H1an_a3HrUKtcsHEkXaNHa/s320/cartoon-cats-black-cat.jpg" />Around 12:30 DJ on a stool was packing up and it was time to call it a night. The place had cleared out and there was just the die hards left. So hubby and I packed it up and headed home.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526872412943959682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWv92e8K8jijgKfSeX-g84HezHLIKsbQR9P2TPG0XaqGWACZphvc8nOBYUDgdPptj-kTJkkKkoe0Q3bD94iruJYb0By-ZAaXK6v3ykMpDoVsQwk1oe-6p8BECXb_fPXO6FNg4bIIdWnlGW/s320/pink_elephant_cartoon2.png" /> Not before making sure Drunk too Much was safe and had a ride home. Drunk too Much AKA Andrew, my third child.(he is not REALLY my child, he works for my hubby and I am like the Den mother to 6-8 guys who some times need a mom while they are a million miles away from home). With that done we headed home and tried to rid ourselves of the smokey stench. UGGG. Did I mention I was too old for this shit?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869435863304690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmo4BmkJRlV1y4aw5zH3u96cY7ceOacvDoGQD-n-eXaxLGdeUQqYCa50S9VaEo08gi-mlUbv8sFKGo19sVj5T9UizWfZD_8VQAF6GbE5klQvbkAQ9M7O1RITu_Zbgh3em5dmTM4c6NQSm/s320/cartoon-clip-art-scolding-old-woman.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Saturday I did nothing but sleep all day. I swear I felt like a slug. That's what happens when you party all night.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870483591297650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHdXfOXqt9S-Cyl3kl9peFOJNlsXWJLd9SO8ViKSQ5mCWq3PuXwPHnkG7Yab6RZTSmO9rYJStjixvkUAAtacKFUEG9mybx7oimOGn0p4yic_Y_aonpsSLzDFnyVE4tbOslXVpFw7f-tVV/s320/slug.png" /><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunday I woke up and decided I was going to do a trail 5k run/walk to see how my time was. Kayla came with me and I enjoyed her doing it with me. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870477608736466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbw1s2O-CU87c7Kg4sSwURK_OuKXUO5zyQl27dsRER2GZnryMDk1cIIx00V07wHX0H511HgVQkiJ1o-JL1f1l8AOHmAxzLdbGf70Vl4dM6UplOgn2orVn5ZZ1QIFCtcRYcDBjO9OIrIcC/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I think she was surprised how far it was. I did the same course as I had done for the Run Like a Mother race. I wanted to do a 'live' trail instead of on the treadmill for a couple of reasons. On the treadmill, I will physc myself out. I will start to feel a little tired and will reason with myself....Okay go to 1.5 and then you can stop, and I usually do. Well I thought that I if I did an actual course there would be NO way I could quit (I have to get back to the starting point, right). I was feeling REALLY good about it before we got started. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870480347247250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSZmMiY_R4R6SeIQQZlxKxtl06aUOA7vTd9HGoKt0GYxQWYsnacpmC6ZD3aRZTSIOw6U1CKQ5JvthKXRESzzACbIUUGbiNmnZczYh5VP2bCaGwykvbvfVw7fRzcNrDBJwIyjSe9SjOnfx/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" /> We left the lake and went across the street to start our trek. That's where I screwed up. Normally I warm up for 5-7 mins before I start running. Well I started running right out the gate. Yep and you guesses it, I blew my shins not even a mile in. I was so angry at myself, I should have known better. I made myself finish. I did not stop. But I found that it was just as emotional/mental for me as all the other ones I have done before. And this wasn't even an actual timed course. I can not figure out WHY this is so hard for me. I work through so many things while trying to complete a 5k. I can NOT get myself out of my head when I am doing this. I find myself talking to myself and battling with myself. It kinda really pisses me off. GRRRR. So I finally finish with a time of 1:03.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526874535350196402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12cb9ZbGpljjmqRU4fT-stExIH4JuE2ieIL_sglVJNmp1KRpQP6AoctfyX0uPSYwdnpsDnBzJHy2wpaXNEZz99KL9WWLxJcHLXfGVxBYH_7GufWpDzGyriircCXfhVwRpMqlazxxs5pxm/s320/finish_line.gif" /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">VERY disappointed with this. When I originally did the race I had a time of 58:58. I wanted to beat that time. So I went home defeated. It didn't even help that I burned 1073 calories. </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869415446127858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-L6l57K2v4iR6pAPWRgStxauOzXztoOp8YVwg2e8Jp5nYQaeiAMrF0owTtnq6IHGJPb8eDVJDRXgmccKsLPAhjACTuZYU8LGz2CDPxJIj-GFl5ur7Ae4mUR9ZsK2hjXynnhrbDI8M-hg/s320/10-10-10_001.JPG" /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So today is a new day. Today I plan on trying it again. I have not decided if it will be the same course or if I will try it at the gym. I have 2 more weeks to get ready for the next real deal. I don't know if I have mentioned this before but I HATE HATE HATE HATE being the last person to finish. The last race my sister was nice enough to let me go ahead of her so that I wouldn't be last. God I love that woman! This time I would love NOT to be the last person or the second to last person to finish. I just need to get out of my head!!!</span></strong> </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526869419316694754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARTz3shfc-p1_Z32BSXBQbLWthfgi64I_dgeJ1dWRk0LbSE3p0CT-55LXKgO5Wm0jQrqy3LUQSvnaGLU-HUe0ZB0TdDU2nC7omChJcc3mCJp9-oqoe2Hk6oNvPgL-LS9HeRlSvCts4QX0/s320/321035_new_day_1.jpg" /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-37053686056517305462010-10-07T11:08:00.000-07:002010-10-07T13:37:54.269-07:00For the Love of EBay<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay I admit it. I have a problem. I LOVE EBay. And I do mean LOVE. I could get lost for hours. I try to limit myself, but when I find myself with nothing to do I can hear it call my name.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396111091481794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJAzM00DWQ3_hPL0vkWSo_QN0O4tXUsZFKxuEFWfnkkwSM8jweuvGLUDsoUM75uOpiRpH76UDdKziJ4O5auisNABmgQLXCfo0Vx-D4Oh5FgDme9Fc3lxewtFIp4FxtU0jWa6I9sh0qBUC/s320/ebay_logo_in_office.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rachel.........click here. Search me. Bid me. Max your bid higher. You know you want to. And I do. </span></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525404453574706210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYgHS01Ax1aau1V1c-UKbPcC4i9jYGsKIOC2t5d_MMo1iXanNopARAMN-QU_W_9hIS2AoR1UpHwNY45gMtG9FLTgkwXR4kTgXdiOIfaSN3fzevrmeT9kiwROj-0SPwHHU3wfAahIfv6zi/s320/i_do_top_hat_postcard-p239284968095216880qibm_400.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And then that of course leads me to my next addiction. Blingy Thingys. The chunkier, the flashier, the BIGGER the better. These are a few that I already have. </span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396690572562050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8D5Bj22f8Fibj34vFPq45G0uu5HkGWiwx09NUsI_5f9LS18lc_9arI3ZC9l2IShmwFZ0Sl4F2cFCgf0HVvF136buxn1fVyZwDtSfTCLh-U8BQOg_2qG5W0Pqwd2yq-bXE36AB6i6LsA7/s320/untitled.bmp" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396133262449890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulabQ7sbNGa-LtatuBxMD_aG6KkCBBQidbLmkdyhKOojkCV6iECbCGdt-Nt6i0lmygtb0K2pQZ0_4PbY04VzxuehBebTy3feXLAgbtha_T4VNjJz85sU_4cuAeRdpRGwVjsRkVRsdyBWJ/s320/33680_165427736808138_100000227397276_615670_3390498_n.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396139699991282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53xL9-M7jozeO2gZcswf6lCfd4KGGzUX0R8xxCL0lPnTDh6mFudD3XsHxBdFOVpIwpHjler52XtWX2u8gpWslSz68bASW-Eh2uz_9sFaue3SpfTnDka9hD3vnokHvjo5eeb5W6TSZaeQZ/s320/46987_165691596781752_100000227397276_617679_5232341_n.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">These are a few that EBay <em>made</em> me bid on. </span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396112458934898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLW8pOcllallGKxipT0UqAt18n9DCy7CueokVR7dJ3j1qfovJqgfbx4YdBl_tXMjCnbfPSpM64CprBOe0wVppRvrp9rseYFpYEruva0TVthdZSyRDLQKuRhIzhxDUg6LMYZ_dm6q7mLyl7/s320/028_1286394806.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396126237540658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtl9Kry83PSsszq4xHRS3-AsVuwi1eqEbjcIMzu-FwUoXwmma0amM1zWHW6jl5FufKFNsB554jU2XNS9s4xtGpSWBGTF08ASkOYqUaJ4heXKe4sIg1b73Rj1fg5-L6Kub3dB7BMqoM3DQ/s320/1004ringlot16101.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I will be stalking my mail man next week. So if he is your relative. Please warn him.</span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525398927695358242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGNPVF2mvmB6na9MCZ1Lh2zEfCk4H_tUWjDtKUFwcZHpivG-A3O6Kc7Qme0tkwKiztllXyqcUtabJyBndVWxg76YbzNPS4vesFQzN-KZMR6l8Cla7i05SpNF20cLB0uPFiKmOeUhYmDN3w/s320/mi_mail_man.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night's work out was hard. I mean they are all hard, but since I had T-Rex arms it was really hard. It was hard to balance and work on your core when you look like this. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525398324739653586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIo4pVDFw1teR4mjCdTzH1rGM9f9_y85H77N5n4T8fZLJmvnll6HQEMCCL-h4GACYLZAhoTqeGfWX7kBWhTHBSSSV_xpDYXbR6we9gljRf8YJ7oN_y_8f7iyKv3qAAbxqJhWvfdUOkPyxs/s320/t-rex.png" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We started out on the stair stepper thingy-ma-bob. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403151379398562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-vEjeJQIGvyAIAKL79gd87fEmXhM-KdcfoCb2KTi9a73D7WUv61ynI5XFLw8VVgzifuvsBuVUzPWPw1Wfm9RsicyIAhf_BbZDSluVxW4h6D_ZoLkmpvE2gCY6cYF-RbSLsl4IZsnuFZm/s320/The_STEP_Aerobic_Step_Reebok_Club_Step.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I.hate.that.thing. It always reminds me how freaking out of shape I am. (yeah almost everything reminds me of that at some point). Well last night they were stacked up as high as the ceiling. Okay well maybe not THAT high, but I swear they were up to my knees. I had to stand besides them and take one leg and step up. That's it. Yeah. Man that was hard. Hard because I have no core strength, and hard because my T-Rex arms were flailing around and not able to give me much balance. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Moving on. Next we got to go out into the 'boys' side of the gym. I was happy knowing that I had a shirt on that would not allow a </span></strong><a href="http://watchmelooseit.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-much-wood-can-wood-chuck-chuck_23.html"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">repeat of the last time we were on this side</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">. And that there wasn't a lot of people there like there was the night before. Not that I give a crap what they think, just that I don't like feeling like I am in the way. So we went to something called The Smith Machine. </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396667493093042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Uv0UtBe2H1iInIWuaXv4NRt8JIjQY3vgmbbPEhisdIicqjeV-oORvx9jhw90HdCvh8Qgl9FChTSmWelgPnVsEGan9IoIx5ellc3pzD67VZ7pm_or-HTAawva9sMDwNl3yoLumLEgCC0X/s320/fitness-smith-machine-09.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was kinda scary, but it was not that bad. It is designed to help you do squats, and lift weights etc in CORRECT form. That is the key here. CORRECT form. Wow. Doing squats using this machine made me realize how totally crappy my posture is. Blech. Hopefully as I slim down, I will be able to work on that. I am thinking once I feel a little better about myself I will then be strutting my tail feathers. </span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396676479539730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjt54XgetEn_iQkR2z9IdRoK07PL5vLcOiN9wzr_68E3Bkokan8JuUTQlPK924DAFhPyYVZrOjb6dP2zY1z0uKpcXnxuP7rAXymHwWIFFf8lPn6N77vddxPkNZ9MpHXb8VyxY_gAt1zBL/s320/image.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course there was lunges, knee kicks, lifts, and a whole slew of other painful things mixed all in the middle of this. All in all it was a great work out. My T-Rex arms were feeling a little better by the time I left. When I left I had to run into Wal-mart to pick up a couple of things and left my calorie counter on. </span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525398323492295394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicA7s6VGK0dHDFYxEimdOrnLQ_GLQfTp57UVMTM3WTf76A_yDCNBQVibHHlqjbQ-lUVmIUIuM9WwSq2XQ2rGHuVy7i5pTTVea6e0XQ0WVnjGfmi9LZUsOj-PD1-SRQcI8V2XePTJfry_Qx/s320/10-6+001.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Total Time working out and running into Wally World: 1 hour 51 minutes. Total calories burned 1772. Not to freaking shabby.</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403136820630034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9lrfb7NGcXxC8JTbUfP69n262pIwfUa4h9MtMa9Th9pmKMTlxGndgPlurmzpnuETP_6ABAhXOuB38PKyqaloDXlrI0V4EiVicGN5m45SpJyg8yBIQAF3qlmsdCt-wlNl5k10bsxlFNex/s320/2_thumbs_up.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Since my weight watcher days I have always used a digital scale to measure and weigh my foods. It's an awesome practice to get in to. I know a lot of people can eye ball a serving and know pretty much how much it is, but lets face it. If I could do that, do you think I would weigh 356871 lbs? I think not.</span></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403149333740306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDO18fP_9pWalqPLBuUCwaS1uAjtHXVQjdcNoo3LjxVCyNtr3WtW3bGItybxLOVYETag1zsaylav_fcmwO8S3GUBBhbj9JTifVXWDKeOhdgEtu4YKQimMuMgzJH0jLtMHNVAXte5KX31Nv/s320/AAAAArjGFZkAAAAAAHe0GA.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Any ways, this morning as I was packing my lunch I got the scale out and measured ONE serving of Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing.</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525396681416264562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MQgxgo5WlvFSt6TSoobnAmF6TzRwa6wjH3f9HLTBf9oIxHhUSpW7UGWRPlWKrc-Afi2jbIRYMYUD_hOVaoKMIS0H4bs1gmba8N4vCnxV3yrcUUDPadSJqvDH7R3zEwzQ6RosozpCPEcS/s320/Hidden%2520Valley%2520Original%2520%2520Ranch%2520Dressing.png" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have learned on this journey that FF is NOT the way to go. It has so much sodium in it, you are better off going with the good stuff. (See Justin I AM learning something). So I am reading the bottle and one serving size is 1 oz, or 28g. Now this doesn't sound like much. At least it didn't to me. BUT this is what it actually looks like. </span></strong><br /></p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403162282867906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvWljYOgHDd9r3rXBew_-U4IVhivnAZIvlVVPwUYaHKgaTpMUCNMvV9B9fo1qrthfmCxMPYlMVi0cKEgI-sSpLmPOUxVTAVIYW0xEKk1PmS52W_QGdhbg54dIkU1Vtp5r15FpoSyKqroB/s320/66060_165752236775688_100000227397276_617968_7796253_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And believe it or not, it was PLENTY to have with my carrots for lunch. It was a total of 132 calories and I was one happy camper. I never felt deprived or cheated at all. </span></strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403169906465026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbcsQRv7GJrZHpjv3fKfWqYigVgt7-WMm3mb0N8rNXAiFbO4N-63GhPdQ6qF-MG-d5UdOptsYY0vUk_sCTeO-P6f3spLwsoe1ZXtP79nvnCxevRpI0O0z-SCFIRLS0jr7cFkHXBsUhY5F/s320/Happy_Camper.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well that is all I have for you today. I hope you are having a great day like me. I love feeling this way.</span></strong> </div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455626120457698301.post-70725189206619046042010-10-06T10:44:00.000-07:002010-10-06T13:04:25.141-07:00I would wave, but I can't lift my arms.<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">What up people. I am sooooooooooo freaking sore from Monday still. I told Justin that if his goal was for me to be too sore I couldn't lift anything to my mouth that he succeed! I am drinking water like a fish trying to flush that stuff out, but to no help as of yet. </span></strong></div><strong><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004395670179538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhEFiqKjgnaQou46vUoevzfnUeQEPi6s9TY53yDTYXGQebJuax1BkRx1qbo9YoNjSraznMmuzqiNGops6GMExJwjqpcHAl1UpOxJBaGNMN6nprqZi5oM6-BjOOVnTcdQ3Csw2PnvlvxCl/s320/green_cartoon_fish.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">That leads me to my next problem I am having today, peeing like a maniac. (do maniac's really pee that much?). The only bad thing about this is that since my arms hurt so bad, its nearly impossible to get my pants either up or down. (let that mental image sit with you a spell). And I am barely able to lift myself off the damn thing. It would be so nice if I had one of these installed in the bathroom, but since I don't, I am damned if I do, damned if I don't. Damn! </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004400878827618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcnwODvJ3DHFI9r0RIOQRpcplmgcFeARocvt4nAU_DRfpstZPnsaAs1EvfJhwz_UMWVYUrqWViB5nirrQAFDFMIhipDOaE-O8_j-qktRzs_mKXFtAN5EXlWjgt6ugaPw_hcryXGocwxmt/s320/2463_TolietSu.jpg" /> <p align="center">Yesterday I was able to drag my butt to the gym and get a little cardio in. It took all I had to pull myself up on the treadmill. I am happy to say that I was able to beat my previous time in doing 1.5 miles.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004409227440546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7A3VMFDQ3Vjg9NKyJOkCr9xmFqvAq6cOSZXcmN0jUWe_ASkC__MfL_q4M78tFOOyutFJktbiIAqvxA4IpHFwxY1CurGTNGtBvTXSx7EBur_RGSSQWaFxJ0GSSjHaYHlSjn-XN5pFWfn8/s320/Finally.jpg" /> <p align="center">I was happy about that. Anna joined me, and we of course got some good gossiping in and that made the time fly by. It was a pretty short work out. She had hurt her knee, and I feeling like I had been hit by a Mac truck was pretty much done. 41 minutes. 501 Calories Burned. I will make that up tonight.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004409127851778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHAhYmGQrhCSrPvcfUAVHWLBuPrisrsBdiEyz-eK1Mnt9EWbtXr3EWjWvWIxdgjXaN1ifxR2f6WSjRpc5aOwoawRejm0pq7Atjuymog0Yjgg5u7kIb53uvvUCqzAJoMExF9PHJrrmFP4f/s320/10-5_002.JPG" /></span></strong> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Today when I woke up, I realized that I was totally out of EVERYTHING to get my day going. (Okay really it was last night..but.to.sore.to.shop.) So I had to run to Micheal's school then I ran into the grocery store STARVIN'! (yeah I know). Grabbed a couple of protein bars, a couple frozen dinners to get me through the day. Finally around 10 AM I was able to squeeze in a little breakfast. I had a cup of Honey Dew melon (yummy), and because Justin said so a protein bar. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525004412261692370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME0wDB1Um6gsplzj2TvQHTRetowAlazFHLymi-fhgLsj2mAJfP_ZWxTRIPyhTKQL7gf4YgC-fi4j7QPKuIvcgJwIc6SAMZEBud1UeYtiVrjE_FSGNQl1M8CD4uepktZBvSbzwY6OrrIMC/s320/33758_165465840137661_100000227397276_615867_2626125_n.jpg" /> </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a Zone Bar. The flavor was Chocolate Almond Raisin (I could NOT tell there was a raisin in there). Let me tell you that this thing was AMAZING! It was so rich and almondy (yes its a word). It was like a party in my mouth. It also has 15 grams of protein. Of course I only got one of this kind. So I am hoping I can find them again next time I am out and about.<br /></div></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">That leads me to my lunch. I am usually not a frozen dinner eater. One: they don't taste that good, two: they are too little, and three: they are LOADED with sodium. Well since my day started, well crappy I ended up having to do it anyways. I looked all over for those steamer bags at my local grocery store, and of course they didn't have them. So I thought this might be good.</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525005029553214194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLp8dpK2nycVmpIcxEtqLrhKLfPm-jz-yZbXI1MI3jqie1WNgl6njO5ktNy9BJILFZa5GluyyyZSLUCrlmWbxjTlF932yzkIckr173GKNZUApHevBmwMNPKEtcVEopvT87-smQVXHrLo9N/s320/33930_165465730137672_100000227397276_615866_3244774_n.jpg" /> <p align="center">WRONG! Blech, I ate half of it because I really hate wasting food AND money. But I will NEVER do that again. I also found these new things. The remind me of pizza rolls. Theses were VERY good. And only 190 calories too boot. This was def a keeper.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525005037137120322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaJzI8b4gU0lxQVfHU76sMTSNxcN11lwVnavkxrFdGyycTZKrlcGj37XQmn35lHddjkA0VbZPXX5u8qUDIOlg1C1Qk2MhZ0GlQudDoctR5e5EVAePODGK99ENqDy7WtY12h_ZO6nqDpn8/s320/40125_165465623471016_100000227397276_615865_7214790_n.jpg" /><br /></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I then washed it all down with this. Another keeper! Tasted just like Nestea. Add 5 grams of protein and you just can't say no.<br /></div></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525005043816278050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9E-vlbvXmWWTnVyNrh6x1XDkiyR3OkitziZHHE_12aHymlHPZ7Qm2o4UvlaVYrTs8Q_nltcNazFi70Y8zlGGEDT_qmRNnIiIbxEZtavf-Zviuz4jh1Yu9_c-xeTdADCxHezvR5t3sk9u/s320/46354_165465930137652_100000227397276_615868_7068289_n.jpg" /> <p align="center">All these finds has made me open a new folder on my Facebook page called. </span></strong><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=45947&id=100000227397276&comments&po=1&ref=notif&notif_t=photo_album_comment#!/album.php?aid=45947&id=100000227397276"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Eat This..Not This.</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> (Yes I am that nerdy). You can follow along if you like. Try it. You will like it. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So tonight I meet with Justin again, this time lower body. The rate I am going I am liable to be total toast by tomorrow morning and will only be able to lay in bed and whimper. He said he would try and help me work on making my stride bigger/wider/longer whatever. That is the ONLY way I am thinking I will be able to beat my total time for my next 5K. Well that and a miracle. We shall see how things work out. That is it for me today. Hope everyone has a great day!<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525005579480963330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFwY9U0uPKWvd405xatJ0kuPPvv5_d8LOY8cS8xeTNNyiB6GPer3nHS_Sz77_eNHLYT5D4pIJbAE2RS_O_J7PG0dTsdQYYJd1GIbB12GCeQpFK1Y9nCx4OHVZwMzhEeylHV4QTOx3YH-6/s320/62289_10150265638390492_856555491_15247364_4470452_n.jpg" /></span></strong>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362231770555263700noreply@blogger.com1