tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44926515417346612962024-03-13T21:23:31.581-07:00Dear Skinny MeGetting healthy, active, fit and enjoy shopping for clothes again!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-32388998038608266582011-03-14T21:23:00.000-07:002011-03-14T21:23:35.138-07:00The sun will come out ...if I am ready or not!<br />
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I am getting back in the game. March has some plans for me. I just have to act on them.<br />
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I will be back in the game, blogging, exercising, smiling. Hope all your weight loss fun is running smoothly!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LvVIZBdvbNQ/TX7pj9JX9QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W0aaamGyiuQ/s1600/fun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LvVIZBdvbNQ/TX7pj9JX9QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W0aaamGyiuQ/s320/fun.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-22894535970315912342011-02-28T20:06:00.000-08:002011-02-28T20:06:08.522-08:00Big owie ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iDEfddwkEtM/TWxvXklMbpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/daOUm4LSCHg/s1600/oz-5-cartoon-doctor-0809-lg-60642129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iDEfddwkEtM/TWxvXklMbpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/daOUm4LSCHg/s1600/oz-5-cartoon-doctor-0809-lg-60642129.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nothing like a grand 'ol kidney infection to throw me off track and way behind.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's been a tough February. Bad news (besides the kidney infection that hurts almost as bad as child birth with no meds) is February came and went and I did nothing for me, but rest and try to get better. I was down for almost two weeks. Good news, I lost 6 pounds, doing nothing, just being gosh-darn-sick. I would trade those six pounds to feel like me again, all 100% heavy me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Pushing for a better March. <br />
I will try to get back with it. Between work and being sick and being a Mommy ... blogging has just not been something I could get to.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">March, please change that. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hope all is well with you!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-63422740762235872472011-01-31T21:04:00.000-08:002011-01-31T21:04:49.503-08:00Inspiration? Yes, please!What is it with me and New Years and setting myself up to tumble.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tumble. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tumble. </div><br />
If I could have done the exact opposite with weight loss this month, I would have. <br />
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Wait. Yep. I did. <br />
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Just that. <br />
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Well, I can only pick myself up. Dust off. And climb (back) on that treadmill. <br />
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For now, some eye candy and tasty words of wisdom if you're feeling a little beat up like me ...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;">Fall seven times, stand up eight. -Japanese Proverb</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I Am...breathing a sigh of relief that I am finally back in the working world.<br />
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I Want...the freedom to eat whatever I want and still lose weight!<br />
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I Have...the greatest kids who make me laugh daily<br />
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I Wish...that peeps would just designate a driver, it's pretty simple!<br />
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I Hate...arrogance as a trait in people<br />
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I Fear...death, mostly for my loved ones or leaving my kids too early<br />
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I Hear...pitter patter of dog feet sniffing around behind me<br />
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I Search...GOOGLE is my best friend, I search no more with GOOGLE!<br />
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I Wonder...if I will ever get this skinny thing down,it's only myself holding me back<br />
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I Regret...not listening to my Dad more as a kid ... he really was right<br />
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I Love...my kids, my guy, my family, my friends, books, dogs, cheese, salt ... I could go on and on<br />
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I Ache...bottom of my foot, need new walking shoes<br />
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I Always...have to have a current book to read<br />
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I Usually...have a sweet tooth<br />
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I Am Not...stubborn<br />
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I Dance...not enough<br />
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I Sing...all the time and it was hard not having a voice for two weeks and trying to belt out to Lady Gaga!<br />
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I Never...want to feel like I have hit rock bottom, again<br />
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I Rarely...get mad easily<br />
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I Cry...not so much but I do tear up a lot<br />
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I Am Not Always...a clean freak<br />
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I Lose...hopefully weight soon!<br />
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I'm Confused...when it comes to my new job, darn it!<br />
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I Need...my guy and kids for sure<br />
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I Should...be in bed ... four o'clock comes too fast<br />
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Who are you?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-92104598008188245052011-01-16T21:21:00.000-08:002011-01-16T21:21:48.750-08:00Lighten Up, Will I?Geez ... this sucks. Wanna recap last week? Two days at the gym only and watching what I ate, especially last night when the bowl of ice cream was super yummy, yes, I saw it all go in. I didn't do any fast food, except for sneaking some carne asada fries from my man at two in the morning after a night of drinking ... it was my birthday and my little sis' and we drank, so what. I am trying not to beat myself up too much. Life goes on ... I have that, right? Always tomorrow for me ...<br />
On a positive note, I have been following along with the "Pride in 2011, Hate Loss Challenge," with <a href="http://www.fatgirlwearingthin.com/">Fat Girl Wearing Thin</a> and even though I have been too busy to personally thank her or let her know what is going on with me during this, I can say it's nice to have something holding me back from looking at myself and wanting to punch my lights out. Seriously. I don't want to punch other chubby girls, so why myself, right? I have been pretty positive with myself and when I want to cry or hate myself for being uncomfortable in my own skin, I remember why to love myself, I'm me and me needs to look out for me, so there. Big sigh, I still don't like seeing myself in the HUGE bathroom mirror at work, but I don't run by the darn thing anymore. Again, me is looking out for me. <br />
So let's see what this week brings. I have my gym bag ready for work, and lunch planned for the entire week. My dog has been promised at least five good walks this week by yours truly and no birthdays to stear me away from water and towards whiskey sours. Oh, but it sure was a fun night.<br />
Happy Monday folks!<br />
And play along with the above blog I am going to post. <br />
We all need to lighten up every now and then and not stress all the live long time over that number on the<br />
scale.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am still here ... hard to think I have to schedule BLOG TIME in my day but that's life right now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been going through many changes and and life style obstacles that I can't wait to share.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am slowly on the right path of this weight challenge. I am more positive these days and have many reasons to be thankful. That's all that anything really comes down to, right?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I actually got the comment from my Mom, "Looks like you have lost some weight." But we all know how Mom's can be so very biased. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The scale says differently. Maybe it's the darn monkey on my back, I think he has to weigh an additional forty pounds. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Happy Tuesday, Folks and I will, try, try, try to get back to my regular scheduled blog programming soon enough.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Much love! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-15081806853193497832010-12-31T15:22:00.000-08:002010-12-31T15:22:12.041-08:002010 was good, 2011 will be better<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyYwvoQXQrg/TR5lfPpfc9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nuUMr7meTMw/s1600/Doves.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyYwvoQXQrg/TR5lfPpfc9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nuUMr7meTMw/s320/Doves.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Today I buried my best's friends father. He was like an Uncle to me. I have known the family and been involved with them since I was a little girl. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">In January of this year he was diagnosed with cancer, already in stage 4 and "sentenced to death" by his doctors, "A year or so to live." Sad that they were right. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">He is not suffering anymore, there's that. He is not hurting anymore. He is at peace. He was a good man, always there for his family, his wife of over 30 years, his two sons, his daughter and all of his grandchildren.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">He will be missed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Take this time to reflect on your year. I know we will. I will also never take for granted that I have all of my parents with me still, all crazy four of them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Today I won't stress over bills that are over due or my house being neglected because I have been sick all week. Today I will hug my children and my sweetie a little tighter and a little longer. Today I will bring on the New Year with love and happiness and not care a minute about my weight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Tomorrow is another day ... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Happy New Years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #70083b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Please be safe. </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1. I skipped this week's weigh-in. Fail. But Santa said it was okay, this one.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2. I had a very Merry Christmas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. I hope you had a very Merry Christmas!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. I splurged on Christmas Eve, so many delicious goodies. Yum. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">5. I was much better on Christmas. Not even eggnog!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This new job is doing what I have needed to do for myself for the past few years ... it's making me sleep!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Getting up at four o'clock in the morning is so not fun, but before this job, four o'clock in the morning was sometimes my BEDTIME. (Stressed induced insomnia sucks.) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The last few nights I have been IN BED and snoozing by nine. Tonight? I am posting a quick little, "Hello, I am still here!" and then I am getting my deliriously tired booty to bed ... and isn't it a known tidbit that sleeping helps the weight loss? So, yeah, bring it! Just call me Sleeping Beauty! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-48049563146301089782010-12-19T20:32:00.000-08:002010-12-19T20:32:50.946-08:00"Just keep clear mind, go straight ahead, and try, try, try for ten thousand years." -Zen SayingWeigh in today was not good but not bad either, because, for now, I will look at it like this: I didn't gain any weight, so there's that. I did my second weigh in and nothing. Kinda bummed because I did work out twice this week, I let go of soda (except for sharing one with my honey, which is SO good for me, I usually consume one a day to myself) and I didn't "blank eat" at all. Blank eating to me is when I stuff my face for no reason. All week, being at work, helped control what I ate and when I ate. SO ... this week was successfull. It's a start ...<br />
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On a good note, I did create Christmas cookies with my daughter and I didn't eat a dozen. I ate only one. They were too cute to eat ...<br />
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Happy Monday, Friends!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyYwvoQXQrg/TQrsH516F4I/AAAAAAAAASE/uuJLwFc5h9w/s1600/Help+scale+tape+measure.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyYwvoQXQrg/TQrsH516F4I/AAAAAAAAASE/uuJLwFc5h9w/s320/Help+scale+tape+measure.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soooo, it's been 3 days and I am rocking it at work! Even joined the gym, yep, my new place of employment has a gym! Know what that means? Future Desiree is telling me I don't have any excuses. I have a GYM at work, I get off at 2:30 in the afternoon, I don't have to get home right away, kids are still in school ... so, yeah, try to come up with some lame excuse with that one, Self! </span></div><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I joined yesterday and today did a long and tiring walk on the treadmill. Wow. I am in need of this gym obviously! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let me tell you a little story:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2:30 on Wednesday afternoon, I gather all my courage, red faced and feeling silly-scared I make my way to the gym at work. I have an appointment for an EVALUATION. So many fellow employees were gleeful over the fact that our fancy gym comes with actual fancy trainers and they TRAIN YOU. I though am the opposite of gleeful, I think I was more scared shitless. "You mean someone has to KNOW I AM THERE?" I know nothing of working out and the equipment and what my body should do and so on and so on, so of course I need a trainer, but the thought of a trainer working with me one-on-one is horrifying. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here I was, yesterday afternoon, wondering if maybe I could put this gym thing on hold, hey, it's almost New Years, right? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I don't ... I go. And it was horrible and awesome all at the same time. Oh, it was so horrible when Mister Trainer Man had to measure every once of me, and stepping on that dreaded doctor scale, I shut my eyes, I only look at my weight on Sunday, can't make me look twice in one week.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But once that dreaded review of ME was over and I got on that treadmill and plugged in my iTunes and Lady GAGA started in on me, I was all good. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I sure do hate those yellow, tape measures though ... they're like evil, little, yellow snakes with dreaded numbers ... ick! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope to be better about updating, I should get used to my new schedule soon, 4 o'clock in the morning is no joke! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">... oh, and if anyone could give me some tips to host a blog hop? I would love to participate in one or host one but have no idea about either ... help? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am finally back in the working world and I think, no, I KNOW this is such a good thing for me. Not only do I get to go shopping again (and paying bills is always nice) ... but I get a good to start feeling like me again and I am pretty sure this job will be a quick little kick in the rear to helping me be healthy. <br />
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Confidence is a tremendous tool for loosing weight and my confidence has been severely beat up lately. Time to make friends again with my confidence and start living again ... one paycheck and pound at a time!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thanks for the all help too, Friends!!</span><br />
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<i>Sharing my Tuesday Tunes from my blog: <a href="http://happyandlite.blogspot.com/">Truly Trying</a> because I am back at the 9-5 ... well close to those hours anyway!!</i><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Whine, gripe, grumble, moan and cry ... I know it could always be worse but why am I such a poor sport when it comes to taking care of me? I make sure my kids eat their salads and finish it, I make sure they don't sit in front of the TV all day, "Get some exercise," I tell them, "Go play." But me? Oh, dear-fatty-me loves to watch television and read and play on the computer. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What is wrong with this picture?</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another week gone by and what did I do to get healthier? Zip, zero, nada. I did do some Christmas shopping and walked around the mall for a few hours. I would like to think that counts for something, my legs hurt, my feet ached and my thumbs swelled up, seriously, when I move my thumbs swell, totally weird. </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So ... nothing will change. Unless I finally up and do it! I don't have the money for weight loss surgery, which is what four relatives of mine have had done in the past two years. And if I did, would I want to do that? It can be done, I have seen it done in my family by the one member who opted out of weight loss surgery and just moved more and ate less. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I did update my blog a little. Check out:</span> <a href="http://dearskinnyme.blogspot.com/p/wednesday-weigh-ins.html">My New Weigh In Page ... yes, there's a # there now</a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and:</span> <a href="http://dearskinnyme.blogspot.com/p/less-of-me-in-pictures.html">a few more pictures I added</a> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, something must change. I must get over my lazy hump and do as Nike says, "Just Do It!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I start work this week. Big sigh for not having a refridgerator at my service all day long. Maybe I can wake up ONE HOUR earlier and go walking or do some DVD excerise tapes that are collecting dust.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Only person stopping me, is me. </span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492651541734661296.post-88616389388982902912010-12-07T11:11:00.000-08:002010-12-07T11:11:42.654-08:00Good News, Bad News and (insert advanced apology) Holy Shit!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Good news: after three long years of being unemployed from a FULL TIME CAREER I am finally and happily an employee again for a well known company that has amazing benefits, excellent employee perks and pretty darn good pay. It has been a long drawn out three years and I am sure a lot of people can relate to the stresses myself and honey have been through. Along the road we tried our hardest to not make it too tough on the kids, but they know when the purse strings have been tightened and the nerves are frayed. It has been over 5 years since a family vacation and yes, we are planning a little weekend adventure in February to GET AWAY for a few days and HAVE FUN. I have been on cloud 9 lately just thinking of what I can afford again and the best part, I can actually turn on a light switch without holding my breath for fear that the utilities were turned off, yes, a few times it was rough. "Tis the season for money stresses and even though I wont have an actual paycheck before the big guy in the red suit makes his appearance, I will have a blessed holiday and not take for granted the warm beds we have every night, a roof over our heads, the food in our bellies and the love surrounding us. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My bad news isn't as much bad news as it is just a realization as to what in the world have I been doing these past three years? Not working, duh ... so obviously, why in all the glorious amounts of TIME I had didn't I do something about all the extra flab hanging around? Yes, I have a honey and three children, and homework and house chores and errands and blah blah blah ... Well I can't kick myself anymore while I am down, and I sure as heck can't turn the hands of time back so I guess the best thing I can say to my future skinny self, I am sorry I didn't take advantage of the days I didn't have anything to do. I will try my super darn hardest to remember this feeling and try my super darn hardest to make exercise just as important as anything else I have to do. I mean in the long run, it could be the difference of saving my life, literally. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, you must be wondering what my holy shit news is. I said it this very statement out loud today while shopping for a small amount of new clothes for this new job. I hate to shop, I don't like to try things on but I decided I should today just to safe. There I am, in the department store with my honey, looking at cute tops and pretty sweaters and grabbing a few and realize, I can put this sweater on right here, no need to find one of those scary full length mirrors, it's just a little sweater that can go over my shirt now. So I do. I grab the last size I think I wear, it is a little snug so I think, "OK, lets try one up and another sweater, it has to be the type of sweater, there's no way I am BIGGER." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">TWO sizes later and TWO sizes bigger ... HOLY SHIT! I am going to so be the, "Who's the new fat girl at work?" Yes, I have thought of looking for work when I lost some weight ... how said is that? Glad the job is here though. Next week I start and another positive thing about this new journey including everything else ... there won't be a damn refrigerator within walking distance all day at my service! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I read all the success stories. The stories of people losing half their weight, or even losing enough weight for two people, I know it's real, I know it exists, these success stories. I have seen my very own Uncle lose over hundred pounds and he did it the way I want to do it, eat less and move more. A little over three years ago I lost fifty pounds and before you add, "you did it once, you can for sure do it again," I will admit to the use of diet pills, taken over a year span and an estimated five-six pound weight loss per week, it was awesome and deadly and oh, so stupid. Now, here I am, those fifty and plus pounds back and the motivation nowhere to be found. You see, I am one of those, "need to see results now," types of people. If I don't feel better, look better, fit into my clothes better, walk up the stairs without pain in my knees, if all of these don't happen fast then what in the world am I putting myself through hell over? I know, I know how awful that statement sounds, but just being honest to how much motivation I don't have. So anyone know where to find it? Yes, I want to feel better, look better, fit into my clothes better. I want to be my young age of thirty-two and not have old ladies knees. I want to enjoy shopping again instead of just grabbing the item I need in my size and leave. I don't even know when the last time I was in a dressing room, have you seen those mirrors? Who is the fat girl staring at me and why is she giving me a dirty look? Oh, yes, I get surprised by myself in the mirror, <i>I walk really fast</i> by any full length mirrors. My makeup? Gets put on by a hand held mirror. How sad am I? </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In April of this year I had my yearly doctor appointments. One of the first words from my skinny and sweet female doctor? "You're ONE HUNDREDS POUNDS over weight. I almost cried. I probably did, later on. So, time to lose 100 pounds. 100 pounds off of me is the weight of my twenty year old self. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">About two weeks ago I started another blog: <a href="http://happyandlite.blogspot.com/">Truly Trying</a> and thought I would combine that blog with weight loss and life stuff. The problem, I haven't posted ANYTHING about weight loss. So, here we are with this blog. I can't hide now, I am out there and I am going to hold myself accountable but what scares me the most? Not caring. I always have and am scared to death that I always will have the mind set of, "there's always tomorrow." Look up procrastinator in the dictionary and I wouldn't be surprised if my picture took up the whole entire page. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So ... what now? Well, for starters how hard is it to just move for 30 minutes a day? Seriously, not that hard, right? I have a very cute and adorable furry friend who would <i>LOVE </i>for me to take him on a daily walk. My kids take him daily but they have to take him close to home, not much for any of them to explore. I should take my little cuddle buddy on a good walk where he can sniff his heart away and I will just listen to my tunes and not think of it as exercise, just me time. Maybe in time I will enjoy these walks and push myself more. One step at a time. So how about food? I know I need to drink more water so that should be easy. I have a wonderful bottle with a fancy straw and all, fill it up twice and that is more than enough water for a day. I can do that. And food. For now, just stay away from fast food and anything fried and I can kick soda out of my diet too. Let's start with that. </span></span><br />
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