<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337</id><updated>2011-08-21T07:02:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Thighs: 130 while 30</title><subtitle type='html'>An account of my trials and tribulations as I work toward my goal of 130 while I'm 30.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6770965066801997698</id><published>2010-11-23T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:09:50.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG _ NEW CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on to a new challenge and a new blog! Since I probably wont be updating this one anymore please follow me over at: http://anotherdietingbride.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to reconnecting with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your continued support! LOVE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6770965066801997698?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6770965066801997698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-blog-new-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6770965066801997698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6770965066801997698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-blog-new-challenge.html' title='NEW BLOG _ NEW CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6039238075811601510</id><published>2010-09-03T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:40:40.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 43:paying the price</title><content type='html'>Well, it is 3am and I am blogging, not because I want to but because I am on the couch right now "recovering". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went out with a few friends for a fancy dinner at Fiamma Trattoria &amp; Bar in the MGM Grand for Restaurant Week here in Vegas. Which means that a bunch of restaurants are offering a set menu and the proceeds benefit Three Square Food bank! It is really an awesome program because we have the chance to sample some of the best restaurants in Vegas- for a great price AND you get to help out a charity! Here is the link: http://www.threesquare.org/events/event-calendar/restaurant-week/ I hear they actually run the program in a bunch of cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a few choices on the set menu (http://www.threesquare.org/fiamma-trattoria-bar/) and OF COURSE I picked the heaviest most unhealthy ones: the crispy calamari, ravioli &amp; panna cotta. Let me tell you- It was DEEEELISCIOUS my friend and paired with a few glasses of wine .... a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is until 3 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are dieting maybe you can relate when I say I now have a "delicate" tummy. It's not use to heavy creams, alcohal, fried foods, oil- you know the ingredients that make food actually taste good. I ate/drank it all! Now the dieting gods are ANGRY. They told me so when they woke up 30 minute ago with a rumbling tumbling in my bowels. Ugh so angry with me- and I am paying the price as I run to the restroom for the 4th time while I write this. The Vegetarian Godess is laughing at me right now the way I scoffed at someone last night who preached her ways. When will I learn????? Probably never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I gotta run to the bathroom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6039238075811601510?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6039238075811601510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-43paying-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6039238075811601510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6039238075811601510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-43paying-price.html' title='Day 43:paying the price'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5218283364144076113</id><published>2010-09-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:18:39.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 44: On the Go, GO, Go</title><content type='html'>I am so busy this week and it's reeking havoc on my diet. I don't think I can make it to the gym until at least Sat. because I've got something going on every night this week. Yesterday I went to weight watchers and weighed in at 147. I can't really complain about it since at least I am staying between 145-147, just bouncing back and forth between those two numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going out for dinner with friends, friday a concert (with open bar) and then it's Labor day weekend! Sheeesh.... if you've read this blog before you know I have serious trouble with unrestricted eating. I just wanted to be able to track this week.  And that is so hard for me when I am out and about. So I guess my only plan of action is to try to eat light for the early meals so I can save as many points as possible for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, today I really contemplated going back to the doctor and trying the other medication she suggested. But I reeeeeally want to lose this last 15 by myself. I am going to give it a couple more weeks and see if I can get my shit straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5218283364144076113?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5218283364144076113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-44-on-go-go-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5218283364144076113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5218283364144076113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-44-on-go-go-go.html' title='Day 44: On the Go, GO, Go'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4367641439300923891</id><published>2010-08-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:59:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46: That evil shrimp wrap</title><content type='html'>Ugh, today was a tough one. I swear I had the best intentions when I went to Applebees for lunch. I mean, how many calories could that shrimp wrap really have anyway??? I figured It wasnt the best choice, but I didnt think it would be... 850 calories! SHIT! Eight hundred and fifty fricken 'calories! What did they put in that thing? Lard?  It was good yes, but worth over half of my daily calories - definately not. You can probably guess how the rest of the day turned out. I guess you live and you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem was I was hungry when I walked in and everything on that damn menu looked delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I miss my special "pills". I know it sounds terrible but I really miss the control I had when I took them and  the fact that I hardly ever experienced hunger. Sigh. I guess all good things have to come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I am going to be able to take these last 15 pounds off by myself. I wouldn't say I was addicted to the pills but I had such amazing control and THAT feeling was addicting. I could eat a dry salad for lunch and feel completely satisfied. I never thought about food. I mean its not like I've gone back to my old ways completely but sometimes it scares me that I get so hungry. I really don't want to gain this weight back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tomorrow is a new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- to the reader who asked yesterday: It's Bontril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4367641439300923891?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4367641439300923891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-44-that-evil-shrimp-wrap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4367641439300923891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4367641439300923891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-44-that-evil-shrimp-wrap.html' title='Day 46: That evil shrimp wrap'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3490329299860321168</id><published>2010-08-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:18:10.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again....</title><content type='html'>No, I did not  fall off the end of the earth- or off the weight loss wagon either. In fact, I have actually been doing pretty well since my last post. I am now down to my lowest weight since 2002! 146 pounds! I have lost a total of 50 pounds in the past 2 years and 3 months-  and about 25 of those pounds in the last 4 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I took the easy way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will admit it. I've had a little help from my doctor. She gave me something to make it ALOT easier to follow my diet. I know some might consider it cheating. But I'm okay with that, because I would do it over again in a second. The medication she gave me was only to be taken for a short period of time and unfortunately, since my body built up a tolerance to it by the end of the prescription it was loosing it's effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have 45 days until my 31rst birthday and i am still 15 pounds from my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my own again- no doctor's prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to Weight Watchers and back to working out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am back to daily journaling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hit my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I just have to figure out a new way to stay motivated to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... back to the tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow &amp; See ya lighter ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3490329299860321168?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3490329299860321168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-try-this-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3490329299860321168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3490329299860321168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again....'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6273132479985076263</id><published>2010-03-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:03:49.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more excuses, just get it done.</title><content type='html'>watching celebrity fit club right now, feeling pretty crapola about myself. I have been unmotivated, stuck in the sand. I have every opportunity to lose, I have tons of tools right now--- a new season of Celebrity fit club and Biggest loser, a gym membership, weight watchers at work (with my favorite leader) --- I just cant "get into it." I want to break thru to the other side of 30, but I just cant commit!!!! UgH! I feel like I get started full speed ahead and then I waver when temptation is in front of me. I need to have an explosive  month and really hunker down so I can get past this place where I have been for sooooooooo long.... tommorow is my ww meeting. Tomorrow is the day. I have decided to grab on and push through it. 157 - my first goal - I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6273132479985076263?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6273132479985076263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-excuses-just-get-it-done.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6273132479985076263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6273132479985076263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-excuses-just-get-it-done.html' title='No more excuses, just get it done.'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4217304796283376287</id><published>2010-02-23T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:29:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant believe you're still following me...</title><content type='html'>for real... it has been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt; since my last update. I am amazed that I still have followers. Thanks for hangin in there! Or at least thanks for not logging on to your accounts for the last 4 months.... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have good news to report- I am down 1.6  pounds this week! I have to be honest tho, I haven't really tried. Actually, I have't been trying for at least a month now. Ever since I started the process of buying a house I have been completely consumed with it and can not get back into my groove again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been eating out. For every meal. I am hoping things will get back to normal again soon and some sort of motivation will creep back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all this, I managed to lose 1.6 pounds. And the only thing I can attribute it to is the fact that I have given up chocolate and bread for Lent. So far I have been doing really well with it. I must have been eating a lot of bread and chocolate! haha. Seriously tho, a lot of shit is made from bread!!! You dont realize it until you give it up. I am still not exactly sure what I consider "bread".   I mean really bread is yeast and flour. But I have kind of extended it to muffins, crutons, pretzels, tortillas... the jury is still out on pancake.... I mean its more like cake right????  What do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See u lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4217304796283376287?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4217304796283376287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-believe-youre-still-following-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4217304796283376287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4217304796283376287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-believe-youre-still-following-me.html' title='I cant believe you&apos;re still following me...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-257144843523047707</id><published>2010-01-25T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:54:40.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Moto-board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/S16sLGTgb3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/N0auENHiStE/s1600-h/moto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/S16sLGTgb3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/N0auENHiStE/s320/moto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430967507326365554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/S16sKwiYAYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cO7C5kUx-KU/s1600-h/moto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/S16sKwiYAYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cO7C5kUx-KU/s320/moto1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430967501483147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say I was 2 pounds down this week for a total of 7 pounds since the New Year! And now my goal is to loose just 3 more pounds before February for a total of 10. I am really focused on losing 10 pounds a month for the next three months... I know it is attainable I just have to stick with plan and track, track track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year in attempt to focus on changing my eating pattern I have decided to really study my habits and keep a record of how I do daily, weekly and monthly to see when and why I have my most successful weeks. I have created a Motivational board, I keep it in the kitchen, the most tempting room in the house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the board I have the following posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Motivational stories or photos of people who have lost weight&lt;br /&gt;2) A weight watchers monthly calendar given to us by our leader, with daily inspirational sayings.&lt;br /&gt;3) A record of the weight I have lost thus far, I cross of the numbers as I lose the pounds&lt;br /&gt;4) Old trackers- in case I need to go back and see a record of past weeks&lt;br /&gt;5) A gym schedule with all the aerobic classes and times offered.&lt;br /&gt;6) My Biggest Loser calendar, I write down my exercise and point values per day, if I have a "fail day" - a day where I do not track, follow plan &amp; exercise I highlight that day with a blue highlighter, this way I can visually see how well I did each month and monitor myself every day. Sometimes I write notes in there too, I also think it helps to keep me honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about my moto-board! I think it will really help keep me this year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... what do you use for your motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya lightr!&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-257144843523047707?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/257144843523047707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-moto-board.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/257144843523047707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/257144843523047707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-moto-board.html' title='My Moto-board'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/S16sLGTgb3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/N0auENHiStE/s72-c/moto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1507071329961796155</id><published>2010-01-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:28:29.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year, Another goal</title><content type='html'>Well if you are still here with me I thank you for sticking in there! I know I lost some readers during my hiatus and I cant say I blame them for leaving. It's been pretty boring here for the last few months... nothing new... except the fact that I gained 14 pounds since my birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Im dead serious. Fourteen fucking pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not bitter, Im not angry. Im just motivated. I know what I have to do and I am fairly confident that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great system all set in place and I am ready to fight this thing head on. I am back to Weight Watchers, and a new season of Biggest Loser is on... it's a NEW YEAR! Of course!!! It's time to set new goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am prepared to be more aggressive with my weigh loss battle. Kicking it up a notch. Working out harder. And getting more diligent about my diet. No more half-assing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sundays ago I went back to Weight Watchers and weighed in at... 174 pounds. There I said it- 174 points. I decided right there and then that I would lose more weight that next week, then I had in any other "starting week" on Weight Watchers (and I have started many times!) The most I had ever lost in a week was 5 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader told us a funny little quote at last weeks meeting, "The plan works a little if you do it a little, The plan works a lot if you do it a lot." That is my mantra, and all that chanting it really helped- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOST 5.6 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What helped?&lt;br /&gt;My leader told us if we did the following things we WOULD lose weight last week:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write everything down that you eat and drink.&lt;br /&gt;2. track your hunger through out the day&lt;br /&gt;3. Mark your 35 points if you use them.  &lt;br /&gt;4. calculate all your portion sizes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat fruit and vegetables 5x a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to do all those things last week, plus I worked out a shit-ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel like I'm back and I have some motivation to share- so if you are still hanging in there- I promise to update more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1507071329961796155?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1507071329961796155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-another-goal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1507071329961796155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1507071329961796155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-another-goal.html' title='Another year, Another goal'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5887116357909625428</id><published>2009-11-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:51:07.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been MIA</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I have been MIA since my birthday- please feel free to check out my other blog: http://thebiggestloserchallenge2009.blogspot.com/ as I will be updating that more frequently for the time being.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; See ya Lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5887116357909625428?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5887116357909625428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5887116357909625428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5887116357909625428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-mia.html' title='Been MIA'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3448324885123720815</id><published>2009-10-15T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:40:02.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Happy Birthday to me: A brand new day, a brand new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StbXavmpuqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LxvSCeDavs4/s1600-h/mebday.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 67px; line-height: 94px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StbXavmpuqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LxvSCeDavs4/s320/mebday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392734458277903010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to me... happy birthday to me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not believe today is the day. Sort of anticlimactic actually. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised I went to WW and weighed in at: 160 pounds. Kinda far from my goal. But if you would have asked me a year and a half ago if I ever thought I could seriously lose 40 pounds. I would have said No. In fact I had very little confidence that I could ever change my life or my appearance. And then little by little I started making small changes. And those small changes started adding up. Now I fully believe that I will hit my goals, I am proud of myself thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospective, it isnt just the number on the scale that is important, it's other stuff too. It's the other accomplishments that really mean something, its the reward from working hard. So I decided to list those, just to remind myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;30 Changes &amp;amp; Accomplishments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3o.  I actually like taking pictures of myself again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.  I have elbows that "point" again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. My double chin has shrunk considerably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. My skin is so much clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. My upper arms are rounded instead of totally flat- they actually have definition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25: My rings are loose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24: I enjoy shopping for clothes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23: I am taking more pride in my appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I actually enjoy the feeling of hunger, I can appreciate it. (I know that sounds weird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I ran 2 5ks this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I played on a soccer team during the spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I scored a goal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. My collar bones are starting to come out again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. You can start to see my spine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I can feel my ribs again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I can get drunk off 2 drinks again! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. My neighbor told me yesterday that she didn't recognize me because I lost weight (the last time I saw her was 2 months ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My co-worker commented, "look how good Luzanne looks!" to another co-worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I get full rather quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. My feet have gotten smaller!  ( i didnt know they did that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My Fiance seems to really like my new look : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I dont get winded by doing a simple task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Crossing my legs again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. i had to buy a new bathing suit because the other was too loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Fitting into old clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When I put my hair up, my neck looks much thinner than it use to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My boobs stick out further then my belly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Shaving my legs is easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Taking (and loving) a Zumba class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Changing my entire view of my life and my abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not have hit my mark by my 30th birthday, but I am really proud of what I accomplished so far this year. And I absolutely know that in the next year I will hit my ultimate goal (less than 130). I may be taking it slow, but I will get there- just you watch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I realized that I miscalculated and maybe today should have been day "0" since my postings counted down to my birthday. Then again maybe it SHOULD be a one since technically this is the first day of the next year of my new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, thanks to everyone for your support through this personal challenge. Your comments have meant so much to me along the way. Merci!!!! XOXOX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3448324885123720815?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3448324885123720815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-1-happy-birthday-to-me-brand-new.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3448324885123720815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3448324885123720815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-1-happy-birthday-to-me-brand-new.html' title='Day 1: Happy Birthday to me: A brand new day, a brand new life'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StbXavmpuqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LxvSCeDavs4/s72-c/mebday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-644654614074661213</id><published>2009-10-13T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:25:38.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Less that one hour left!</title><content type='html'>Less than one hour until the BIG day! I can't believe it is almost here— and that I am spending my last minutes in my twenties blogging! I feel like I should be out doing something crazy and uninhibited. Like sky diving, or just drinking myself into oblivion!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta tell ya though, I am starving right now! I didnt really eat dinner. I am hoping to pull some sort of loss at the 11th hour. Even if I have to restrict my intake, it would be worth it if the scale shows some movement. Tomorrow I am going to have an official WW weigh in and I will report the results to you ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... well I better go... I have only 40 minutes left to go run the streets naked- or something like that! See you all tomorrow--- keep those fingers crossed that I wake up weighing 130. HAH! I'll need a miracle for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-644654614074661213?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/644654614074661213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-one-more-hour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/644654614074661213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/644654614074661213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-one-more-hour.html' title='Day 2: Less that one hour left!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-653218540576973568</id><published>2009-10-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:03:30.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: I am sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StQXgn1ro7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ufi0ZZ6HEfA/s1600-h/DSC_5736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StQXgn1ro7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ufi0ZZ6HEfA/s320/DSC_5736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391960503086719922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StQWwREmFZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fI_fR41PPOU/s1600-h/DSC_5898.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StQWwREmFZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fI_fR41PPOU/s320/DSC_5898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391959672341534098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I've been posting negative postings about how frustrated and angry I have been at myself for not being committed to losing, even though things are really hard with company the past couple weeks. Unstructured time is hard, but it's life! And today something really wonderful happened- my grandma got married! It was a really nice moment and I want to concentrate on that today. I dont want to feel bad because I ate a piece of their wedding cake. I cant keep stressing myself out over the scale thing (as I always do). Who cares if I dont lose any more weight before my birthday? I've come a long way!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i bought the dress I wore to the wedding-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at a boutique! AND IT FITS.&lt;/span&gt; In fact, I bought 4 dresses! It was a great feeling to know that I could do that. I can now pick out a nice dress in one day, one store- actually only one hour! Being able to do that is a huge, huge accomplishment for me... as much as losing on the scale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I want to be thankful for all these great things happening in my life... like our families and how great it's been to share these moments with them. Even if I don't lose another pound before my birthday weigh in- wonderful things are happening around me and I need to concentrate on that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-653218540576973568?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/653218540576973568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-i-am-sorry.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/653218540576973568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/653218540576973568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-i-am-sorry.html' title='Day 3: I am sorry'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/StQXgn1ro7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ufi0ZZ6HEfA/s72-c/DSC_5736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5576029459353320700</id><published>2009-10-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:08:23.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4; More family in town</title><content type='html'>Not a completely wasted day, but I may have gone a bit overboard with the chips and salsa at dinner. Plus no time for exercise. Sorry if my posts have been boring lately- but when real life starts taking over, my internet life suffers : (. I promise I will be back &amp;amp; better than ever soon.  I miss reading everyone else's blogs... thanks for your continued encouragement!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5576029459353320700?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5576029459353320700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-4-more-family-in-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5576029459353320700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5576029459353320700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-4-more-family-in-town.html' title='Day 4; More family in town'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2157730909163311253</id><published>2009-10-11T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:42:06.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: jumping back on</title><content type='html'>I'm jumping back on the plan. Today I had a good day. Probably because i slept in until 2 pm! Pretty good food choices up until late evening when I had a slice of the leftover strawberry shortcake from yesterday. But the cake is made with fruit- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so it cant be completely bad for me - right? &lt;/span&gt;Then I went for a mile long walk up to Walgreens (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;although I bought some gummy worms while there)&lt;/span&gt; AND I did 30 min. on the elliptical! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and then drank a beer &amp;amp; vodka shot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm not perfect but I did a hella lot better than I have the past few days- so I guess thats improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, btw I am skipping my ww meeting tomorrow so I can go on my actual birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2157730909163311253?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2157730909163311253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-5-jumping-back-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2157730909163311253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2157730909163311253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-5-jumping-back-on.html' title='Day 5: jumping back on'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4514130362907799893</id><published>2009-10-09T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:03:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6: Grooooooooan</title><content type='html'>I am fasting for the next 6 days - starting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4514130362907799893?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4514130362907799893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-6-grooooooooan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4514130362907799893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4514130362907799893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-6-grooooooooan.html' title='day 6: Grooooooooan'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3896233255180017411</id><published>2009-10-08T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:08:11.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Ugh I want to cry</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated!!!! I just want to eat healthy but with family in town and no structure- It is so hard!!!! I am not mad at myself - I'm just really frustrated. I feel like no matter what my intentions are I cant pull through - and I feel like it's out of my hands. So many curveballs and so much stress. I sort of feel like I've put a lot of pressure on myself to lose a lot of weight this week to end my challenge on a higher note. But I just cant control shit and it's driving me CRAZY!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! I love having family here I just wish I could stick with my diet when they are around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3896233255180017411?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3896233255180017411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-7-ugh-i-want-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3896233255180017411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3896233255180017411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-7-ugh-i-want-to-cry.html' title='Day 7: Ugh I want to cry'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8377101471016249875</id><published>2009-10-07T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:53:43.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Big disapointment</title><content type='html'>With one week till my birthday- I am really disappointed in myself tonight. I went WAY overboard with eating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fiance's parents are in town and I made awful choices for myself when we went out to eat.... sigh..... I am going to forgive myself, forget my mistake and start fresh tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8377101471016249875?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8377101471016249875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-8-big-disapointment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8377101471016249875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8377101471016249875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-8-big-disapointment.html' title='Day 8: Big disapointment'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4416767929907675743</id><published>2009-10-06T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:59:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Is it possible to eat out and still lose weight?</title><content type='html'>http://thebiggestloserchallenge2009.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4416767929907675743?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4416767929907675743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-9-is-it-possible-to-eat-out-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4416767929907675743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4416767929907675743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-9-is-it-possible-to-eat-out-and.html' title='Day 9: Is it possible to eat out and still lose weight?'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-9158364792808299636</id><published>2009-10-05T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:11:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Adieu point 22...</title><content type='html'>So as you may or may not know, in weight watchers every time you drop into a new bracket of numbers you must adjust the amount of points you can have daily. Now that I have reached 159 pounds I am down to 21 points. And if you have been following my blog you know that I honor the old point with a little poem. So here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To bid you adieu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For we now must part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sweet 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In good times and bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've helped get me through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the hunger would strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was sweet 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd feel a deep ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my tummy would growl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing at the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'd let me prowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm...Popcorn &amp;amp; fruit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or a low cal snack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my late night attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Growing closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to my awaited goal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to be better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And stop stuffing my pie-hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, dearest point 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've finally got wise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For I'm on this trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to lose these fat thighs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-9158364792808299636?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/9158364792808299636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-10-adieu-point-22.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9158364792808299636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9158364792808299636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-10-adieu-point-22.html' title='Day 10: Adieu point 22...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1456053138846015588</id><published>2009-10-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:59:06.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Good news... then bad news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST The good news is- my 159 stuck!!!&lt;/span&gt; I pulled a 159.8 at today's weight watchers meeting! YAY! totally excited about that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the Bad news. I made a very poor decision to go to the buffet afterward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously what the F*&amp;amp;K was I thinking???!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I paid for that decision  big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew the second we got to the table it was a bad idea. I only filled up my plate once and then split a plate of crab legs with The Fiance. But the food I filled my plate with.... I am just so ashamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say that I learn from my mistakes. But for me food is my alcohol. It's my drug of choice. On a whim I can scarf down two - three thousand calories. And I always end up feeling bad about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I felt like such a glutton even being there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just hoping and praying I didn't see anyone from weight watchers as I chowed down on all those fatty foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just like alcohol, when I ingest too much at one time, I pay for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if this is TMI, but within 30 minutes, I was paying for it. I had bubble gut ALL DAY LONG. It is amazing how I use to be able to eat like that all the time and not feel the effect. Now, I am reeling from it. And I have been over and over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the weight loss gods are trying to teach me a lesson. Will I ever learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1456053138846015588?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1456053138846015588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-11-good-news-then-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1456053138846015588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1456053138846015588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-11-good-news-then-bad-news.html' title='Day 11: Good news... then bad news...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3742411159124494110</id><published>2009-10-03T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:29:42.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: HOLY MOLY!!!!!! I saw it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sse7QvcvaxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nK5w5r84Tgk/s320/159.8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388481375461403410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got a glimpse of it, I don't know how long I will keep it... or how it happened but this is what I saw this morning when I stepped on the scale. At first, it shocked me. I had to take a second look because I didn't recognize the shape of the numbers to the ones I normally see (161.8, 162.2, 16o.2, etc). I actually got on and off several times to make sure it wasn't some kind of weird fluke. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It said 159.8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't know how it happened. I really don't. All week I have been pulling 160-162. Maybe it was the 14+ hours of sleep I got last night. Maybe it was my planning yesterday... What ever it is that caused that moment I am going to savor it. I am going to hope and pray that it lasts and that I can continue my journey into the 50's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please hold tight 159- at least till tomorrow's weigh in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3742411159124494110?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3742411159124494110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-12-holy-moly-i-saw-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3742411159124494110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3742411159124494110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-12-holy-moly-i-saw-it.html' title='Day 12: HOLY MOLY!!!!!! I saw it...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sse7QvcvaxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nK5w5r84Tgk/s72-c/159.8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4765488937360901807</id><published>2009-10-03T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:19:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Life throws your curveballs</title><content type='html'>My schedule was a bit crazy and despite my efforts to plan I had some unexpected changes in my schedule. I did okay, probably a little better b/c I planned. Lunch was a disaster b/c I had given blood a half hour before and they wanted me to eat something sweet when I was done- I ende up eating 2 cookies and skipping lunch. Then I was at a photo shoot and missed my opportunity to eat my snack so I ended up grabbing a bag of Lays baked potato chips. Dinner was almost normal, except that I ate a whole tortilla instead of half... and then there was the ice cream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be planning for tomorrow and hopefully since it is a lazy saturday, I will do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4765488937360901807?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4765488937360901807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-13-life-throws-your-curveballs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4765488937360901807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4765488937360901807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-13-life-throws-your-curveballs.html' title='Day 13: Life throws your curveballs'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7744604545745012790</id><published>2009-10-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:33:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14:I have a plan. A better plan.</title><content type='html'>And it's for tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized something- when i lose the most weight on WW it's because I have a plan for the next day. I plan all my meals in my tracker with pencil then re-write it in pen as I eat. The better I plan the better I do. Then right before I fall asleep, I visualize myself sticking to my plan the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I go into a day being able to make my own choices on a whim I end up eating pizza &amp;amp; cupcakes (like today, when we had lunch catered at work). Normally, that's fine. I'm okay with eating a slice of pizza here and there BUT, I am not going to lose this weight being sloppy and letting myself give in to these impulse meals. I've been letting myself slide the past couple days and it is showing up on the scale. Gotta reign this shit in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow it's back to following my plan. The meal plan I just wrote in my tracker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will share now and let you know how I did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WW yogurt (1pt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fruit (1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-1/2 tortilla (1.5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ground turkey (3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lettuce &amp;amp; tomato w salsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fruit (1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-packet of lipton soup (1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 eggs (4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tortilla (1.5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WW cheese (2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sugar free pudding (1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olive oil (2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free (up to 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7744604545745012790?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7744604545745012790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-14i-have-plan-better-plan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7744604545745012790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7744604545745012790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-14i-have-plan-better-plan.html' title='Day 14:I have a plan. A better plan.'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2796229623067814365</id><published>2009-09-30T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:21:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Two weeks away</title><content type='html'>Only two more weeks until my birthday, time to really buckle down and have a nice loss before the big day! I think I might be able to get off another 5 pounds if I try really hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready!!! What do I need to change in order to lose 5 pounds in two weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. count every Bite Lick &amp;amp; taste for the next two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Work out every day for at least 30 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Drink 1 gallon of water per day (this is going to be hard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No snacking after 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Restrict carbs, load up on filling foods- veggies, protein, fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! I gotta do it!!! The countdown is really on now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps- did you notice I lost a couple days? Oops! I've never been very good at Math- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2796229623067814365?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2796229623067814365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-15-two-weeks-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2796229623067814365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2796229623067814365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-15-two-weeks-away.html' title='Day 15: Two weeks away'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-551662111828734165</id><published>2009-09-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:53:14.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: It's all about the choices</title><content type='html'>Tonight's post is on my other site:&lt;div&gt;http://thebiggestloserchallenge2009.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-551662111828734165?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/551662111828734165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-18-its-all-about-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/551662111828734165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/551662111828734165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-18-its-all-about-choices.html' title='Day 18: It&apos;s all about the choices'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2199624366603274251</id><published>2009-09-28T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:49:40.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Jersey Season</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the Fiance and I decided to head to the local casino to catch the Steelers game (since it wasnt on regular TV). Since this was our first game out of the house of course we had to "represent".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Go put your jersey"&lt;/span&gt; the Fiance urged "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bet it fits you better"&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm... that's right! I haven't worn my jersey since last January. (It's one of the cute ladies versions with the synched waists.) I love that jersey, I just got it last Christmas. Wearing it just makes you feel like your on the team or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to get my sized Large jersey and slipped over my head, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Wow, your right it's loose! The numbers look much larger than I remember, huh. What do YOU think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Woah... yeah, your stomach doesn't hang out from underneath it anymore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What!?" Are you serious my stomach hung out under it?! I didnt know that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well it WAS tighter, It was pretty snug around your stomach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Damn! And I thought it looked good all that time... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I happy to say now it does not look like that anymore. I looked in the mirror again. It does feel a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; loose now... maybe it's time for a different size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or one of those cute little midriff ones- HAHA! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not yet.......... patience grasshopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2199624366603274251?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2199624366603274251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-19-jersey-season.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2199624366603274251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2199624366603274251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-19-jersey-season.html' title='Day 19: Jersey Season'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8481229637410950612</id><published>2009-09-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:21:19.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: Its been a long day</title><content type='html'>and not very good. As far as what I ate I did alright, but I had a very emotional day and almost threw it all out the window and binged. I am lucky that I decided not to. Food will not solve my problems not tonight, not ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weighed in at WW, with a loss of .4 and Total of 35 so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night. Lets hope tomorrow is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8481229637410950612?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8481229637410950612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-20-its-been-long-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8481229637410950612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8481229637410950612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-20-its-been-long-day.html' title='Day 20: Its been a long day'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7629557849032285225</id><published>2009-09-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:04:56.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Go take a hike! Then eat pizza &amp; wings</title><content type='html'>It's true. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I admit it-&lt;/span&gt;-- I went for an awesome 2 hour and 15 minute hike and then followed it up with 2 pieces of pizza, 5 wings,  2 reeses pieces minis and cherry cobbler ala mode... Shameful! Think of the weight I would have lost had I just eaten a salad instead!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy... at least I earned that fattening dinner. I mean I'm not proud of my choice, but it I was going to do it, at least I burned a shit-ton (990, to be exact) calories before hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a constant game of checks and balances. But, I need to shape up here. It's okay to give yourself some lee-way but the past couple days I've been slacking with the snacks and fatty shit. I need to cut it out. Straight up. I need to get serious. No junk food tomorrow. Best behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Scout promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Did someone say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl scout&lt;/span&gt; - cookies? ....mmmm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7629557849032285225?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7629557849032285225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-21-go-take-hike-then-eat-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7629557849032285225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7629557849032285225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-21-go-take-hike-then-eat-pizza.html' title='Day 21: Go take a hike! Then eat pizza &amp; wings'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4258616159875826245</id><published>2009-09-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:11:17.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22:  I just can't quit you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sr2uIyH6sOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e6X84l-FlQM/s1600-h/Mini+Burgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sr2uIyH6sOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e6X84l-FlQM/s320/Mini+Burgers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385652195322147042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you have such powerful effects on me? Why, oh why are you so hard to resist? What is it about you that can throw me into a tailspin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my biggest trigger &amp;amp; the most unrelenting temptation its...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;FREE FOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about free food that makes me totally forget I'm on my diet?! Ugh. I feel awful. Cheese burger sliders of all flavors at our catered work outing tonight. Yeah, not pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could walk into a party and be able to ignore the food around me. I wish I could have complete control. I wish I could walk in with no fear. These edibles, presented so perfectly, are always whispering, "eat me... you know you want to...I'm delicious." It's like a thousand little voices over and over in my head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea that I can eat as much as I want (wether it's tasty or not) for free consumes me. Why is that?! It just always in my face, I think about it the whole time. I just want to keep filling my plate like it's my last meal. I try to go in with a mental game plan. Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn't. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;******Sigh******** Another new habit I have to practice, practice, practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm paying the price. Belly pains from all this fatty , greasy garbage churning in my stomach. Yeah, that will teach me! I've really learned my lesson-  that is until the next picnic/luncheon/buffet/family meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get this shit under control if I'm going to make it through the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, Please help me learn to handle this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wo)man, I need suggestions! I want to break free- from the free-for-all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4258616159875826245?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4258616159875826245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-22-i-just-cant-quit-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4258616159875826245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4258616159875826245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-22-i-just-cant-quit-you.html' title='Day 22:  I just can&apos;t quit you.'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sr2uIyH6sOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e6X84l-FlQM/s72-c/Mini+Burgers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6006296896372862538</id><published>2009-09-24T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:00:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: Shaking things up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doc has told me eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a queen &amp;amp; diner like a pauper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/TxMarianne" class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Marianne C" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TxMarianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Okay, I am trying something the next couple days, and it is going to take some adjusting to. I have heard it a thousand times and I have never really adapted the technique into my real life. I always grew up skipping breakfast, starving at lunch and ravished by dinner stuffing my face with everything in sight. Oh and midnight snack? Sure, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am prepared to go where I have never gone before. I am going to shake things up. I am going to start eating a dinner-sized breakfast, and a breakfast-sized dinner. I know this is going to be hard for me. But I also know that when you eat a big breakfast it keeps you full way past lunch, actually the whole day. Seriously, so full that you dont need afternoon snacks— especially if your breakfast has a lot of protein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trick is not to overeat at dinner. That is going to be the hard part. I am so accustomed to having my biggest meal at night. Plus dinner is a chance for The Fiance and I to spend some time together. So, I really look forward to that meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst possible outcome is I would have a big breakfast big lunch and then eat a huge dinner. Ultimately gaining weight. I don't know - the whole thing could backfire on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and about yesterday's post - you were right- I have to be patient. (Down to 160.8 this morning). Feeling slightly embarrassed about yesterdays outburst now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6006296896372862538?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6006296896372862538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-23-shaking-things-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6006296896372862538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6006296896372862538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-23-shaking-things-up.html' title='Day 23: Shaking things up'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-264658203077209448</id><published>2009-09-23T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:08:09.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: The ramblings of a very mad dieting woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning- this content may not be suitable for happy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so furious right now that I could punch my diet in the face. I woke up this morning and hopped on the scale expecting at least a little bit of loss.  After all, I wrote down every damn calorie (even overestimated) and then worked out for 66 minutes on the elliptical. I had a deficit of almost 800 calories! So.... I at least expected it to go down .2.. thats reasonable right? I mean you have to burn 3,500 calories to lose a pound. So that makes sense, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently not. Apparently after a day like that you gain a pound. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pound! &lt;/span&gt;So, now I am back up to 163. UGHHHHHHH!!!!! What the FUCK?! Sorry for my language. Actually you are getting off easy. The Fiance heard every dirty word in the book this morning, as I tossed the toothpaste across the bathroom. Yeah, I am pretty pissed can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already know what everyone is going to tell me about how this could happen...yeah, I already know all that. But I am reacting on pure emotion right now. When you want something so bad, and you work so hard for it and then the opposite happens---it's a defeating feeling. It makes you question everything you know about weight loss. And frankly it makes me mad at my body. Why are you doing this to me???? Why do you keep hanging on to this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;?! Don't you want me to make you thin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, I am sorry to spew such negative energy. But this is how I'm feeling. No matter how much I know better, how much I try to not let it bother me.... It does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter... if I'm lucky. Super-duper lottery lucky. Sheeeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-264658203077209448?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/264658203077209448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24-ramblings-of-very-mad-dieting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/264658203077209448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/264658203077209448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24-ramblings-of-very-mad-dieting.html' title='Day 24: The ramblings of a very mad dieting woman'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-543009683527406433</id><published>2009-09-22T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:00:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: Excercise is Therapy</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night's blog updates will be posted on my new blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://thebiggestloserchallenge2009.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-543009683527406433?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/543009683527406433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24-excercise-is-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/543009683527406433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/543009683527406433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-24-excercise-is-therapy.html' title='Day 24: Excercise is Therapy'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-136591253947406531</id><published>2009-09-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:04:19.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: I am a Big Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrhoBOWONjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sy9IIKWjH2Q/s1600-h/Biggest+Loserpatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrhoBOWONjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sy9IIKWjH2Q/s200/Biggest+Loserpatch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384167724761888306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrhoAY8kx3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/TgwJkei7qfo/s200/biggest+loser.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384167710427236210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So excited to start the new challenge- and I feel even better that I have a good gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oup to do it with. Thanks to everyone who plans to join!!!! I created some buttons if you want to put them on your page and display your blue &amp;amp; yellow proudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am trying to compile a list of people who are participatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g so we can all give each other support along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Getting a bit tired- so i think I will keep it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;short tonight- I am sure I will have a lot more to say tomorrow- after "the show" of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-136591253947406531?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/136591253947406531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-25-i-am-big-loser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/136591253947406531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/136591253947406531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-25-i-am-big-loser.html' title='Day 25: I am a Big Loser'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrhoBOWONjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sy9IIKWjH2Q/s72-c/Biggest+Loserpatch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3680412550274604764</id><published>2009-09-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:17:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: Who wants to do a "Biggest Loser" Challenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrcnxFOJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7vDJa246ZYk/s1600-h/Day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrcnxFOJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7vDJa246ZYk/s320/Day1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383815603713336594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I mentioned that I am aiming to lose 25 pounds during this season of Biggest Loser. I received some positive response. With almost 1 week down I thought I would go ahead and post my starting picture and stats. If you are interested in joining along, I welcome you!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we can't be on the show- we'll bring the show to us!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very inspired after reading the blog entries following the Missouri 60 challenge and now I want to start a new challenge for all of us who are inspired by this show. So, let's put down the ice cream, get off the couch and work out while we watch the show! Let's commit to it! If you cant workout at a gym see if you can create a fitness routine that you can do from your living room floor every Tuesday from 8-10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of just watching the contestants change their bodies, let's join them. So at the end of the season when they reveal their new look- we can too! And we don't even need to live on The Ranch to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...... who's in?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Stats as of Sept. 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight-&lt;/span&gt; 162.8 (on 9/13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waist- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;37"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hips- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;40.75"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thighs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;24"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arm&lt;/span&gt;- 11.5"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3680412550274604764?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3680412550274604764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-26-who-wants-to-do-biggest-loser.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3680412550274604764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3680412550274604764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-26-who-wants-to-do-biggest-loser.html' title='Day 26: Who wants to do a &quot;Biggest Loser&quot; Challenge?'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrcnxFOJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7vDJa246ZYk/s72-c/Day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4185101176375291174</id><published>2009-09-19T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:21:36.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: Perseverance over Perfection</title><content type='html'>Today I was doing a little house cleaning when I found several old dieting notebooks. I use to keep a diary of my food intake in these notebooks- I would label it at the top "Day One", "Day Two", "Day Three". It was sad- they never went past Day Three. I always gave up. I looked at these erratically filled journals and felt bad for myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I felt bad for my old self. These little reminders were evidence of the old days and the desperation I would feel when I would go on these short-lived health kicks. I wanted to lose weight so bad. I so was unhappy with myself. But attempt after attempt proved unsuccessful. Sometimes I am surprised that I finally was able to break free of that cycle and push through. So I wondered what was different this time? Why did it finally work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly think it was when I realized that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perseverance is way more important than perfection. &lt;/span&gt;The biggest reason I have been able to lose 34+ pounds is the fact that I kept going this time. No matter how bad you do in one day you have to pull yourself up and keep going- look to the long term. We can't expect to diet and exercise for 2-3 weeks and suddenly become skinny. We need to stop giving up on ourselves. Stop focusing on being perfect. That gets old. Just keep trying everyday. And realize that we will hit plateaus and sometimes unmotivated weeks or months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to persevere - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have to keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4185101176375291174?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4185101176375291174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-27-perseverance-over-perfection.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4185101176375291174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4185101176375291174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-27-perseverance-over-perfection.html' title='Day 27: Perseverance over Perfection'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7319430079203993892</id><published>2009-09-19T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:55:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: Destroying the Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I wish I could say I didn't let the scale bother me- I wish I could say that I understand that fluctuations are a completely normal part of losing weight. Unfortunately I can't say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I was a little disappointed when I saw the scale this morning and it said I had gained a pound- I was surprised b/c of yesterdays Zumba workout AND because I had eaten below 2,000 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I am trying to convince myself that it was okay and that the scale would even out. I have my doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have to give kudos to @WeightDummy. After reading her post: Fear Factor: Stepping on the Scale. (http://losingweightforadummy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-factor-stepping-on-scale.html) &lt;a href="http://losingweightforadummy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-factor-stepping-on-scale.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am starting to realize I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to be more accepting of the way my body looses weight. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; stop beating myself up and agonizing over the fluctuations- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; seeing those numbers go back up when I am working hard. : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter... Luzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7319430079203993892?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7319430079203993892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-28-destroying-fear-factor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7319430079203993892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7319430079203993892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-28-destroying-fear-factor.html' title='Day 27: Destroying the Fear Factor'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7783365519133733154</id><published>2009-09-17T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:36:20.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28:Awesome- I could do this in public! Without ridicule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Original Zumba Photo by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gymsoap.com/blog/tag/zumba/" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gymsoap.com/ blog/tag/zumba/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: I did not take this picture, this was NOT my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrMpHzYRKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AOxH1mv570I/s1600-h/zumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrMpHzYRKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AOxH1mv570I/s320/zumba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691193665694514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's sort of like a rave or maybe a music festival—  without the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hallucinogens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight was my first Zumba class. My friend and I went on a whim after @ShoottheMoon convinced me that it was so much fun. Her words probably describe it better than mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t is dance fitness, a combination of latin dance and aerobics. real answer: THE MOST FUN U CAN HAVE @ GYM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I totally agree- It really, really is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a class where you can dance and smile and have a good time. And it really doesn't matter what you look like because the steps change seem to change every 5 seconds. And honestly, no one else knew what they were doing either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The instructor reminded me a little of a "lot kid". Honestly, It was sort of odd. She was dressed like a break dancer, orange shoes, orange pants and neon colored bracelets and hoop earrings. I wasn't sure if she was going to whip my ass in shape or sell me doses in the parking lot. I didn't have a lot time to think about it because within seconds of the music starting people were dancing- full body dancing. And without reservation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first thought was, "wow... I do this all the time- but usually in my closet or when no one is looking. HA!" What a realization!!! Awesome- I could do this in public!!!! Without ridicule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You would think I would have felt extremely silly. But after the instructor said "everybody moves differently... we aren't trying to be perfect here." It was like a free for all. I felt like Phoebe (from Friends) when she would go running all wild arms flailing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you have no clue what I am talking about: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfaztVg4kaA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so different then any other fitness class— I enjoyed it! I wasn't watching the clock the whole time- It was so much fun! And it was THE BEST workout I've had in a LONG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I am SURE I will be going again &amp;amp; I encourage you to go if you have never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just curious....have you taken a Zumba class? what did YOU think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7783365519133733154?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7783365519133733154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-28.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7783365519133733154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7783365519133733154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-28.html' title='Day 28:Awesome- I could do this in public! Without ridicule!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrMpHzYRKzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AOxH1mv570I/s72-c/zumba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3658311683406799682</id><published>2009-09-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:00:10.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: A new low</title><content type='html'>I finally made up my WW meeting this morning and I am pleased to announce a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE NEW LOW- 161.6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days I have been really monitoring myself using caloriecount.com and I think it is paying off! I am only 1.6 pounds away from my college weight-  my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRESHMAN&lt;/span&gt; year weight. Back then I thought I was sooooooo fat. I had just gained the "Freshman 30" and it only took a few months. Now, I am overjoyed to be back here again. I never thought it would happen. I am almost back to the weight I was at 12 years ago! What a great feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its only a matter of time till I get down to my high school weight (130)... ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3658311683406799682?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3658311683406799682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-29-new-low.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3658311683406799682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3658311683406799682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-29-new-low.html' title='Day 29: A new low'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3917981334629294991</id><published>2009-09-15T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:59:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: It's baaaaaaaaaack! And I am so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Biggest Loser is back! Biggest Loser is back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how happy I am. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I know I probably sound like I'm exaggerating, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;but I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;I take this show very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so motivated by it, that I lost 20 pounds during last season. And when it was over I was so depressed. Every week I would work out for 30 min- 2 hours while the show was on. Just watching the contestants made me realize that I could do what they were doing. If they had the strength, courage and determination to change their lives (and bodies) on national TV I could do it too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrB-6C0Jh1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SQ9Sl9LNh7o/s320/the-biggest-loserII(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941090360854354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited about the cast this season. And I love the theme of the show... Second Chances.  If I had to pick a couple of my favorites so far I would have to say... Abbey, Sean &amp;amp; Shay. My heart just went out to Abbey, you can just tell she has overcome so much- she needs this in her life.  I have a feeling with her optimistic personality- she can inspire so many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also get very emotional about the show too... the Fiance calls it a bawlfest.  And tonight was no different. Within the first three minutes I had tears in my eyes. When he came in the living room he said, "You're  not crying already are you???  You are! Oh boy, It's gonna be a long season."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it is- because I have committed to lose 25 pounds during this season- 5 more than last. And I know I can do it- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;won't you join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3917981334629294991?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3917981334629294991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-29-its-baaaaaaaaaack-and-i-am-so.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3917981334629294991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3917981334629294991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-29-its-baaaaaaaaaack-and-i-am-so.html' title='Day 30: It&apos;s baaaaaaaaaack! And I am so happy!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SrB-6C0Jh1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SQ9Sl9LNh7o/s72-c/the-biggest-loserII(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8143737458570512604</id><published>2009-09-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:36:22.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31: One More month...</title><content type='html'>Till the big day- my birthday. I am excited about what I will look like. I feel like I am on a roll and could definitely get down to the low 150's by the big day. I have pretty much accepted that 130 by 30 wont happen. I am actually okay with it. Kinda bummed- but I am also totally pumped because I know that I can still make a big change by October 14th. And if I ended up reaching 150 I would be totally overjoyed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I hope to accomplish before my 30th is to run one more 5k. I am thinking the Saturday before the 14th. We started training again tonight. The weather is finally tolerable (78 degrees) and I think it's *starting* to cool down for Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised that I actually finished the 3 miles tonight, I only stopped briefly when I was at the crossings. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it though. My legs were a bit rubbery and my belly still felt full from dinner. But once I started to let my mind drift I got into "the zone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just kept picturing myself at 159 pounds... then 150.. then 130... then 125. I thought about what i would look like if I lost ten more pounds and tried to guess where it would come from- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully my thighs! &lt;/span&gt;I pictured running into people I haven't seen in a while and what I would look like at Christmas when my family sees me again. When I let my mind wander to those things it was easy to run. I just kept thinking about it and made me want to push myself, burn more calories-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost to my personal finish line (October. 14) and I still want to hit some goals- I just need to push through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that old saying&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;f you can believe it you can achieve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;-Luzanne Mythighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8143737458570512604?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8143737458570512604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-31-one-more-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8143737458570512604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8143737458570512604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-31-one-more-month.html' title='Day 31: One More month...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7357679227236613960</id><published>2009-09-14T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:41:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 32: The day I should have gone to WW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I admit it , I didn't go to my WW meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so scared that I gained and I figured I would make it up the meeting later in the week. So I consciously decided &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to set my alarm and just go ahead and sleep through. When I woke up at 11:30 (a half hour after the meeting started) I decided, "what the hell, I will jump on the scale and assess the damage..".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to my utter shock and surprise the scale said I was down! I had to get on and off it 3 times to believe it. Was I seeing things? Did the scale say 162.6? What the H-E-double hockey sticks!? Did I ever mention how much I LOVE my scale? HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down!!!! How the hell did that happen?! One thing is for sure though- i was kicking myself in the butt for not going to WW... now I just have to keep my fingers crossed that I can keep it that way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or lower!)&lt;/span&gt; until I can make it into another meeting this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other non- scale related news, The Fiance and I are headed to Costa Rica over my birthday, so I was looking at our passports and was almost floored when I opened mine. The picture was taken about one month before I started WW (April 2008). I looked soooo Fat!!! Even the Fiance commented, "wow... you HAVE lost a lot of weight." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a good feeling and hard proof that... yeah... I have. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7357679227236613960?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7357679227236613960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-32-day-i-should-have-gone-to-ww.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7357679227236613960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7357679227236613960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-32-day-i-should-have-gone-to-ww.html' title='DAY 32: The day I should have gone to WW...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5366244025642828109</id><published>2009-09-13T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:28:32.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33: I may be up but I wont let it get me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My weight may be up but I will not let it get me down. I will reach my goal. This will not set me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(now repeat 100 times- or until you believe it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;-Luzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5366244025642828109?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5366244025642828109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-34-i-may-be-up-but-i-wont-let-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5366244025642828109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5366244025642828109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-34-i-may-be-up-but-i-wont-let-it.html' title='Day 33: I may be up but I wont let it get me down'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1058563645658667347</id><published>2009-09-12T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:22:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 34: Don't take any day for GRANTED</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling awful this morning, my stomach was sour, my head was pounding and I had a fever. If it wasn't for one magic tylenol I found on top of  my dresser I would have never made it to work this morning. Bless those people who created pain relievers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I can say is, feeling shitty made me less than hungry most of the morning and afternoon. I didn't really want to eat. That was until my appetite came back- voraciously at dinner time. The Fiance and I enjoyed a rather large Sushi dinner. I am pretty proud to say I only ate about two rolls- but I did have teriyaki chicken . Which I probably didn't need to eat. I wish it was easier to say "NO", but once that full plate is in front of me it's so hard not to just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat it all&lt;/span&gt;. Half way through I noticed the "body sigh"... I recognized that I was satisfied. As soon as I noticed the sigh I knew it was time to slow down. Reluctantly I pushed away my plate —but not without taking one or two more bites ; ). Even though I consumed more calories than I wanted to, I am giving myself a kudos for pushing away a plate that still had 6 pieces left on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you dont mind before I close this entry I would like to add one more thing. I know this is a weight loss blog and it is somewhat off the subject. But I feel compelled to add it. Today I was surprised at the lack of coverage of 9/11. It has been only eight years but I hardly saw any major stories or even tributes about it today. It's not even a trending topic. This was  a shock to me, it seems like every 9/11 I see the coverage on TV and I am immediately taken back (very vividly) to that day. I remember where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. I remember it like it happened yesterday. When I watch the clips all those memories rush back. I hope we never stop looking back on that day and remembering all those people, all those heros.  I hope I never forget what that day taught me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't take any day for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Try your best to appreciate everything precious in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make a pact to never forget these people and how much this day changed our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1058563645658667347?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1058563645658667347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-34-dont-take-any-day-for-granite.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1058563645658667347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1058563645658667347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-34-dont-take-any-day-for-granite.html' title='Day 34: Don&apos;t take any day for GRANTED'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4052465197706146316</id><published>2009-09-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:13:43.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 35: Hmmm this is strange....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I am really, really hungry and I've waited too long for dinner I get a case of the shakes. It feels like my stomach is upset and I could rip someone's face off if they get in my way...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something weird is happening today- I have a case of the shakes but I'm not hungry at all. I am a bit confused about it. I feel really weak and tired and shaky all over. The same way I am when I'm hungry. But I feel completely full and all I ate was a chicken breast and watermelon for dinner. In fact I did pretty well the whole day- I earned a "B" on my calorie analysis from caloriecount.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's because of TOM... I am just SOOOO tired. Exhausted really, I could barely keep my eyes open to watch the Steelers kick ass. It sucks, because I don't even have any strength to exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels really weird, I am use to this feeling being accompanied by a growling tummy. But food is the last thing I want. Hmmm... what is going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am getting sick. That would be just what I need. ***GROAN***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Luzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4052465197706146316?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4052465197706146316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-35-hmmm-this-is-strange.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4052465197706146316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4052465197706146316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-35-hmmm-this-is-strange.html' title='Day 35: Hmmm this is strange....'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2281809976854685265</id><published>2009-09-10T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:43:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36: It's either me or the Brownies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The family left today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home from work I cleaned the junk out of the fridge and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually threw away a half pan of brownies!&lt;/span&gt; I hate to waste food but I just KNEW if they sat there on the counter, they would be gone. I didn't really even like them, but it was still hard! At first I contemplated taking them to work and sharing them but then I realized, What the hell am I thinking?! I dont stand a chance with those things around tempting me. It was either me or the brownies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also tossed a couple bags of chips and some rolls. However, the macaroni salad convinced me to let it stay for one more day... but now I am thinking about tossing it on its ass too. That shit is mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so convinced that when they left it would be easy again. Oops! Guess what!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt; I tried to be really good today. But dinner got the best of me and I gave in and made some poor choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant be too hard on myself. I managed to work out on the elliptical- the first time I "exercised" in over a week! I only hung on for 20 minutes and I had to drag myself tooth and nail up to the gym but I did it... so that gives me home for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent weighed myself since Sunday's weigh in. Truthfully I am scared. I am scared that if I get on that scale and it says a big gain I will be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; depressed. So ignorance is bliss - for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all I know I am still 163. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at this point I just want to work my butt off so that when I go to WW next week it doesn't say anything over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Luzanne Mythis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2281809976854685265?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2281809976854685265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-36-its-either-me-or-brownies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2281809976854685265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2281809976854685265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-36-its-either-me-or-brownies.html' title='Day 36: It&apos;s either me or the Brownies...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2391347017159010690</id><published>2009-09-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:20:09.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37: Almost there</title><content type='html'>I did great for a half the day- does that count for something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2391347017159010690?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2391347017159010690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-37-almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2391347017159010690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2391347017159010690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-37-almost-there.html' title='Day 37: Almost there'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3669872854627712991</id><published>2009-09-07T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:11:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 38: What's the point???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***Sigh***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've pretty much lost my will power- just too much going on. I am not bingeing, but I'm not making healthy choices. With the holiday, family, picnics and a fridge full of junk food, everything is working against me. But I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MORE DAY &lt;/span&gt;to survive before the family heads home then it's back to the normal routine- back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSING WEIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-SYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3669872854627712991?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3669872854627712991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-38-whats-point.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3669872854627712991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3669872854627712991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-38-whats-point.html' title='day 38: What&apos;s the point???'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5988712757226594094</id><published>2009-09-06T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:49:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 39: Weigh In Results...</title><content type='html'>Your prayers and good weight loss vibes really paid off this week-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am down 3 pounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I cant believe it- I really can't! I am at the lowest weight so far in the journey- as my leader says I'm at my "highest low"- 163.2!!! The 50's are right around the corner I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;With the holiday coming up tomorrow and 2 picnics planned I have to really remind myself not to go hog wild. I don't want to slip backwards. I am back to tracking for the next few days and I hope that will keep me honest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5988712757226594094?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5988712757226594094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-39-weigh-in-results.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5988712757226594094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5988712757226594094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-39-weigh-in-results.html' title='Day 39: Weigh In Results...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-9064746240174868211</id><published>2009-09-06T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:15:41.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40: Out of the House</title><content type='html'>I would not say I did awesome today, but I have found a way to not be tempted by food. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY OUT OF YOUR HOUSE &amp;amp; AWAY FROM THE FRIDGE! &lt;/span&gt;That worked for me today at least.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent most of the day running around, and while my meals weren't the healthiest, I wasn't doing a whole lot of snacking in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows how tomorrow's WI in will be.  I will tell you one thing- I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; counting calories until after they leave, its just too hard right now. However, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;  going to use the WW points and track because that is much simpler and I already know the values of most foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let you know how the weigh in goes—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-9064746240174868211?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/9064746240174868211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-40-out-of-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9064746240174868211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9064746240174868211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-40-out-of-house.html' title='Day 40: Out of the House'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4936759688908618219</id><published>2009-09-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:12:00.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 41: lost in the valley of doughnuts... please pray for me</title><content type='html'>First I want to clear something up- I DID NOT miss my journaling yesterday. I actually had a blog typed up but I couldn't post it, I have no idea why but it wouldn't post. The little "Publish Post" button wasn't even available.... but anyway... moving on....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it is rough right now... I have family in from out of town. My cousin, her baby and her friend. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the fact that they are here and I want to spend all my time with them.&lt;/span&gt; The problem is- I haven't exercised in three days and it is getting harder and harder to avoid all the food we have in the refrigerator. Foods I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; buy. I am gracious that they have filled the kitchen up and we don't have to spend a lot of money going out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT IT IS SOOOOO HARD!!!&lt;/span&gt; Chips, frozen pizza, hot dogs, burgers, potato salad macaroni salad, ice cream... cheetos, juices, non-diet cola. OH THE HORROR... I am trying to avoid it but I cant... seriously it is taking every ounce of will power&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to not binge.&lt;/span&gt; I have already given in (several times) to temptation. I am just barely holding on though... I want to do well this week. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; doing well before they got here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost in the valley of doughnuts... please pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just keep telling myself,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tomorrow I will do better, tomorrow I will be stronger, tomorrow I will NOT eat Lays Potato chips "topped" with cheddar cheese macaroni salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh, I'll see ya lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4936759688908618219?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4936759688908618219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-41-lost-in-valley-of-doughnuts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4936759688908618219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4936759688908618219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-41-lost-in-valley-of-doughnuts.html' title='Day 41: lost in the valley of doughnuts... please pray for me'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8693496186904857493</id><published>2009-09-02T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:30:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 43: Today was hard</title><content type='html'>I held up - but it was hard. I didn't do terrible. I'm too tired to explain. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8693496186904857493?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8693496186904857493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-43-today-was-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8693496186904857493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8693496186904857493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-43-today-was-hard.html' title='Day 43: Today was hard'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8782732202938781656</id><published>2009-09-01T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:30:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 44: What is this candy bar worth to me??</title><content type='html'>Wow, this counting calories has been a huge learning experience for me! I feel like I have more control and I am more aware of my eating habits and the contents of what I am putting in my mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I shocked myself. The Fiance came back to the car with 2 candy bars. Both Reesee's. One was the new dark-chocolate Reesee's peanut butter cups and the other the new whipped Reesee's candy-bar. (He knew I really wanted to try the dark chocolate one) Immediately I read the back of one- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holy shit balls in space! &lt;/span&gt;180 calories for a half a candy bar?! A half? That is like 20 minutes on the elliptical! GROAN! I thought about it out for a minute and figured up how much I could eat for 100 calories. So.... I had a half of a half of a half- or one small bite- for 45 calories. And a 1/2 of one Reese's cup for 52. Almost 100 calories- in two bites!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made those the longest two bites I have ever taken. Ahhhh.... the sweet goodness. Two bites and I handed it back to the Fiance and said "I don't want to see these anymore." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how much better food tastes when you are dieting— When you have to eat slow and savor every bite. Before I started dieting, I would wolf down a couple candy bars and not really taste them.  I was always yearning for more... I don't think I ever really enjoyed what I was eating. Thats kind of sad- I put on 60+ pounds and it was mostly mindless eating... wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to making every bite count &amp;amp; counting every bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8782732202938781656?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8782732202938781656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-44-what-is-this-candy-bar-worth-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8782732202938781656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8782732202938781656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-44-what-is-this-candy-bar-worth-to.html' title='Day 44: What is this candy bar worth to me??'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1439265267052477900</id><published>2009-08-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:52:00.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 45: I got an A-!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was feeling a little "stuck" today about the weight situation and I figure I need to get over the 164 pound hump that I have been squatting on for the past 4+ months. I've gone up and down- but never over!!! I can't wait to see those three little numbers 1- 5- 9. I feel like I have been in the 160's forever. So I have decided to take the route of a friend who is counting calories. Just to see if I can tighten up my dieting a little bit. I've become a little "loosey-goosey" with my point tracking. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I decided to get strict. &lt;/span&gt;I am still going to track- and do weight watchers, now I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just going to monitor it a bit closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, today I joined an online calorie counter:  http://caloriecount.about.com. It is great! I actually enjoyed creating my own little profile and typing in my food diary. But I am shocked!!! WOW! I forgot how many calories things have and I have been completely neglecting my BLT's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bites, Licks, Tastes) &lt;/span&gt;and they have been adding up- to hundreds of calories!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and points) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SpyaOv3n7RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0rYsIBONyy0/s200/calorie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341633332145426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another great thing about this site is it gives you a nutritional report of your daily intake in a nice little pie graph— it even tells you what percentage of fats, carbs, proteins, sugar, etc.  you have consumed. Now I can SEE how much of that damn sodium I've been taking in.  Best of all it gives you a grade for your efforts-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and I'm happy to report today's grade was an A-! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-See ya lighter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1439265267052477900?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1439265267052477900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-45-i-got-a.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1439265267052477900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1439265267052477900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-45-i-got-a.html' title='Day 45: I got an A-!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SpyaOv3n7RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0rYsIBONyy0/s72-c/calorie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3507653693570688001</id><published>2009-08-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:22:10.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46: Sodium SUX!</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't go to today's WW meeting. I knew I gained and I REALLY didn't want to face the scale. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it that I will weigh myself on my own scale everyday- you cant keep me off it- but the scale at WW is so scary???&lt;/span&gt; Especially since I didn't think last weeks behavior warranted a 2 pound gain. Maybe .5 or something but 2 pounds- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how depressing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I decided to go- because I wanted to talk to my leader and try to get her advice. She thinks I am retaining water (that is why I feel so bloated). She suggested I lay off the frozen meals and other highly processed- high sodium foods. She also said I should be eating more fruits and veggies and more lean protein. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am glad I went, just so I have some direction for this week. However the first road block to the week was a BBQ over at @WeightDummy's. I have to give her major kudos for providing some healthier options- like veggies &amp;amp; baked chips and watermelon, and Nature's Own rolls. I brought my WW Key Lime Pie and some deviled eggs with light mayo. But social situations are my downfall. I have a&lt;/span&gt; really&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; hard time controlling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; though I avoided alcohol and just sipped on my water bottle. I also tried to stick with the lighter stuff. The whole day I tried my best to stay away from Sodium- even though I gave in to some of the baked chips. All-in all I have to give myself a small pat on the back, because I practiced restraint- especially in the face of delicious CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES— &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which the Fiance ate at least 5 or 6 of in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess even though I wasn't perfect I've come along way- I was still able to enjoy myself and not feel intimidated by food! What a realization!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3507653693570688001?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3507653693570688001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-46.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3507653693570688001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3507653693570688001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-46.html' title='Day 46: Sodium SUX!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1248822083446147719</id><published>2009-08-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:37:09.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 47: Rest, Recuperation &amp; RE-HYDRATION!</title><content type='html'>Ugh... I'm hurtn' this morning, oh wait... afternoon. Too many of my homemade cocktails... if you read yesterday's post... you know what I'm up against today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am trying to bounce back with a stress-free, relaxing, rehabilitating day. I am eating simple, I need to re-hydrate and reverse the damage on the scale today.  So I am eating lots of veggies, fruit smoothies and soup. AND DRINKING LOADS OF WATER. Hopefully tonight I will be ready for some exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While recuperating I've been catching up on one of my favorite shows, What Not To Wear on TLC. I can totally relate to the people that are on that show. Especially today. The woman fought Stacey &amp;amp; Clinton every step of the way. She was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; unhappy with her body that she couldn't enjoy the actual make over. Every time they told her she was beautiful you could tell that she did not believe them. It was when she said " I feel like I don't deserve it" — &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was the moment I could relate to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Most of the contestants on this show have given up on their bodies- their selves. They are perfectly content walking around wearing something that resembles a garbage bag.  As always, when the makeover was done she looked 150x better. But she couldn't recognize it because she was so focused on her body and her flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many times we as overweight people hide in our clothes. We know we could look SO much better in nicer clothes that fit our bodies. Even some makeup &amp;amp; a sexy haircut- these are all things that we deserve- just as much as thin girls. Why do we allow ourselves to "zombie" through our lives or hide in plain clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For six years my idea of dressing up was the black cotton tee shirt I bought from Wal-Mart. I hardly wore make-up and never tried to cover my frequent break outs. I let my roots grow and hadn't been to the stylist in years. Why did I let myself go for so long? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, things have changed. I like dressing up, I allow myself those pleasures. Yes, the weight loss has given me the push to make a change. But I wonder why I didnt do it sooner... maybe if I felt beautiful I would have felt confident enough to lose the weight sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, it's time!  It's time to focus on us. We need to treat ourselves like the princess we are. We can still be overweight and look good. Who knows? It may be the confidence shift we need to say we are worth it- we CAN stick to healthy eating. We ARE proud of ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1248822083446147719?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1248822083446147719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-47-rest-recuperation-re-hydration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1248822083446147719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1248822083446147719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-47-rest-recuperation-re-hydration.html' title='Day 47: Rest, Recuperation &amp; RE-HYDRATION!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6824347249143748654</id><published>2009-08-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:23:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 48LI amake bad decisons when i drink</title><content type='html'>I make bad food decizxions when I drink. Getting drunk = eating steak drecnched in butter and ice cream on apple pie. OOO boy- i think maybe i should not drink &amp;amp; diets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good nightn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6824347249143748654?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6824347249143748654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-48li-amake-bad-decisons-when-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6824347249143748654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6824347249143748654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-48li-amake-bad-decisons-when-i.html' title='day 48LI amake bad decisons when i drink'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4451170675672473985</id><published>2009-08-27T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:15:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 49: Mind over Sushi</title><content type='html'>Today I got paid. Today I went out to eat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those two sentences pretty much sum it up. I tried- I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tried to be good. And for the most part I was, but probably not good enough for someone who is trying to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up  - lunch at Chiptole- a dieter's nightmare. I swear you can just breathe-in the calories there. Before we left I glanced at Dottie's Weight Loss Zone to get an idea of what I should order (a great site btw). I ended up ordering three chicken soft tacos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(10 pts)&lt;/span&gt; with lettuce and tomatoes- no cheese. That's not bad right? Then I had 7 chips &amp;amp; guacamole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(5pts)- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I c&lt;/span&gt;ould have done without those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up- sushi for dinner. We went to a place we had never been before, it is actually in the same plaza as my weight watchers meeting. I picked that place b/c I figured it would be a good reminder for me to be good. Just knowing that I was yards away from that scale reinforced the fact that I could not go "hog wild". I ended up eating 2.5 rolls and edamame- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably more than I should have.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I think back to before I was on WW and how I use to shovel away those rolls faster than the waitress could put them down. It wasn't uncommon for the Fiance and I to order all-you-can-eat and then eat until we exploded. Not once did I think about how many calories we were ingesting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;we did this once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first time we had been out for sushi in months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am a bit unhappy that I ate as much as I did, I still felt in control— And that I feel reeeeeeeeally happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter&lt;/span&gt;- oh here's Dottie's web page- check it out- it has helped me in a pinch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.dwlz.com/restaurants.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Losin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4451170675672473985?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4451170675672473985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-49-mind-over-sushi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4451170675672473985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4451170675672473985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-49-mind-over-sushi.html' title='Day 49: Mind over Sushi'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7705272037854622798</id><published>2009-08-26T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:07:10.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 50: It's gonna be one of those weeks...</title><content type='html'>Its gonna be one of those weeks where I try my ass off and I don't lose weight. Or worse :I GAIN. I don't know why, I just feel it. I feel like no matter what I do, I am not going to lose.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beyond disappointed in the scale- I have officially vowed not to step one foot on it until Sunday morning. I might as well only feel depressed once more the rest of this week. I am just gonna trudge forward and hold out hope that a miracle will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7705272037854622798?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7705272037854622798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-50-its-gonna-be-one-of-this-weeks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7705272037854622798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7705272037854622798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-50-its-gonna-be-one-of-this-weeks.html' title='Day 50: It&apos;s gonna be one of those weeks...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-596184881897417011</id><published>2009-08-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:05:47.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 50: I hate my f*ck&amp;ng scale</title><content type='html'>I really do. I am tired of weighing myself and it not reflecting my hard work!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have been doing really well. But it isn't showing up! Its frustrating! Maybe it's broken- seriously- sometimes i'll step on it three times in a row and it will say something different 165.6 then 165.8 the the 165.4.... ugh!!!!!!!!! I'm eating better this week then last- and my WI on Sunday was 164.2- SO WHAT IS GOING ON?! Even last week, my weight loss didn't show up until I went to WW and weighed in on their scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a little irritated can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont get me wrong, I am proud of my efforts. Today I went high protein and low carb (except for a couple Sunchips) I ate fruit, veggies and protein all day. Yesterday I ran and did surprisingly well in fact, I made it the whole 3 miles! I only stopped once for about 20 seconds. I felt surprisingly... good. I really cant believe I made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with all these good accomplishments I keep thinking about that damn scale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metal Monster- why doth thou hold such power over me? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SYL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Losingmythighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-596184881897417011?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/596184881897417011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-50-i-hate-my-fck-scale.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/596184881897417011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/596184881897417011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-50-i-hate-my-fck-scale.html' title='Day 50: I hate my f*ck&amp;ng scale'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3078964201310120334</id><published>2009-08-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:23:29.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 51: I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly dont want to</title><content type='html'>Right now I am trying to convince myself to go for a run. It has been months since I've run last...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vegas heat is way too intense for me to even think about running my fat ass around outside, even at night it is horrendous. But tonight I don't have much of an excuse, it's a "cool" 90 degrees and ... and I just dont have any excuses left! But oh, it gonna be hard.*WHAHHHHH!!!!!*  It's gonna be like when I started running for the first time back in March. REALLY HARD. I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly dont want to. But I have to. No more excuses!!!! You guys have no idea. I am serious- I am really, really, really dreading doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay *SIGH*  here I go... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3078964201310120334?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3078964201310120334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-51-i-reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly-dont.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3078964201310120334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3078964201310120334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-51-i-reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly-dont.html' title='Day 51: I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly dont want to'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2495312238628783796</id><published>2009-08-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:07:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 52: I found my hip bone!</title><content type='html'>It's true! I found it! It's there! It's still covered with a nice thick layer of fat, BUT when I lay down on my side I can feel it! In fact, I've noticed my hips &amp;amp; midsection in general are slimmer!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am sure the fiance noticed too... because when he crawled into bed he put his arm around me, touched my hip and said he noticed I was loosing weight.... RAWRRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My suspicion was confirmed at today's meeting where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost 1.8 pounds!!! &lt;/span&gt;Even better I finally shed all the weight I gained PLUS .6 - which means ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I CAN FINALLY CHANGE THE TICKER AT THE TOP OF MY PAGE!!!&lt;/span&gt;! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! After several months of stalling I can finally say I am loosing again!!! WOOOHOO! Let's celebrate!!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just not with food- &lt;/span&gt;unless of course we are talking about the foods on my new blog: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Foods to DIE-t for!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of the name? It is my new blog about products and diet foods I have come across along this journey. Please stop by I would love to hear your feedback about my brand new blog!! http://foodstodietfor.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2495312238628783796?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2495312238628783796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-52-i-found-my-hip-bone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2495312238628783796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2495312238628783796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-52-i-found-my-hip-bone.html' title='Day 52: I found my hip bone!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4239495507469207846</id><published>2009-08-22T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:21:45.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 53: Is it possible to have a big loss this far into the plan?</title><content type='html'>I am nervous about tomorrow's WI... I have been pretty good all day. I cant believe I went to Wendy's and ordered only a potato and small chili (10 points) I was soooo tempted to order their new boneless chicken wings with bbq sauce. It was really hard! I just kept imagining my mouth exploding with enjoyment as I tasted those tasty little nuggets of fat.... yummm.... Im still picturing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thought of facing that metal monster at WW tomorrow kept me from straying to the dark side. I am so nervous about weighing in. I hope, I pray that I lose 2 pounds. Thats what I am really hoping for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads me to the question of the night...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Is it possible to have a big loss this far into the plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I haven't lost 5 pounds since the first week of WW. I usually lose 1 - 2 pounds on a good week (and I m not complaining) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;but never anything more than 3. I know it is healthy to lose up to 2 pounds a week &amp;amp; no more...yada ya. But I want to know if its possible. If I just excercised more, drank more water, ate less carbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;could I accomplish a 5 pound week?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; white-space: pre;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'd like to know... &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever lost as much as your first week on the plan?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter-- hopefully!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4239495507469207846?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4239495507469207846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-55-is-it-possible-to-have-big-loss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4239495507469207846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4239495507469207846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-55-is-it-possible-to-have-big-loss.html' title='Day 53: Is it possible to have a big loss this far into the plan?'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5696334641422792245</id><published>2009-08-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:29:26.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day: 54 Can I tell you  something that has helped me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/So8fV1L0ezI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GHE9gZ4iK-U/s1600-h/tracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/So8fV1L0ezI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GHE9gZ4iK-U/s320/tracker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547340390660914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I have a few minutes, might as well do my daily posting. I cant believe I have been doing this for ten days straight! I am amazed and pleasantly surprised to say it has really helped me jump back on the wagon. These daily affirmations remind me to try my hardest as these days are dwindling down to my birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I stepped on the scale today and was happy with the new number- 165.4! Im getting close to where I was when I started slipping-- within 1 pound away. I feel accomplished. I have managed to shed about 7 pounds in 3 1/2 weeks. Not bad. And hopefully Sunday's WI will show another loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I tell you  something that has helped me? Every night I try to plan what I am going to eat the next day in my tracker. I write it in pencil and then write the actual food I ingest the next day with pen. Even if I don't stick with my original plan it helps get my brain focused on healthy eating the next day. I always plan my meals so I have 3-4 extra points per day. (Just because I know the chocolate monster will strike... or potato chip monster or ice cream monster, or...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway- You guys should all try it- it works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Ya'll lighter tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5696334641422792245?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5696334641422792245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-54-can-i-tell-you-something-that.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5696334641422792245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5696334641422792245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-54-can-i-tell-you-something-that.html' title='Day: 54 Can I tell you  something that has helped me?'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/So8fV1L0ezI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GHE9gZ4iK-U/s72-c/tracker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5076330166643707292</id><published>2009-08-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:07:03.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day:55 Good dieting, Bad evening</title><content type='html'>thats all- I don't really want to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5076330166643707292?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5076330166643707292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day55-good-dieting-bad-evening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5076330166643707292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5076330166643707292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day55-good-dieting-bad-evening.html' title='Day:55 Good dieting, Bad evening'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2815435153011240068</id><published>2009-08-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:11:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 56: Something interesting happened</title><content type='html'>Something interesting happened today- It was an easy dieting day! I wasn't that hungry and I'm even below my points for the day! I wasn't really tempted either. I wish that was the case everyday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; its early enough that I can go workout and still make it back home before 9!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling so good &amp;amp; so motivated - I finally feel like I am back in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying living healthy again. I am enjoying it so much that I am thinking of starting a brand new blog dedicated to the awesome new "diet" foods/products I am discovering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, stay tuned as I will be starting that soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter... I'm off to the gym, that elliptical is calling my name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2815435153011240068?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2815435153011240068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-56-something-interesting-happened.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2815435153011240068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2815435153011240068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-56-something-interesting-happened.html' title='Day 56: Something interesting happened'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1416601719204256633</id><published>2009-08-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:09:11.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 57: Everybody loves a quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SotsuXbgguI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CgazRuRMEpo/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SotsuXbgguI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CgazRuRMEpo/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371506524388623074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gotta tell you guys I'm exhausted, tonight. So... short update... did awesome on the plan.  I'm only "up" by 3.5 points. So, Im taking the night off &amp;amp; not going to do any exercise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going to take a much needed rest and go to bed early tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS- Thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dieting*Dancer at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofadietingdancer.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confessions of a Dieting Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for an awesome award! MUAH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1416601719204256633?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1416601719204256633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-57-everybody-loves-quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1416601719204256633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1416601719204256633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-57-everybody-loves-quickie.html' title='Day 57: Everybody loves a quickie!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SotsuXbgguI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CgazRuRMEpo/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2350602648109129317</id><published>2009-08-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:01:36.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 58: Oh how quick the tides can turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont know how it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go through my whole day with confidence. I'll eat a sensible breakfast, lunch and snack. I'll hold my head high (most of the time) as I pass by the doughnuts, cookies and other unmentionables tempting me at work. All day long I give myself reassuring comments like, "you're doing great" You'll have this weight off in no time", "I bet you will lose 3 pounds this week." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***sigh***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day long I am solid. Then from out of nowhere I find myself hovering over a mountain of pizza slices, shoveling away. And I'm doing it mindlessly. Like I forgot the past 10 hours of self- pep talks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why did I think it was okay to go to Ci-Ci's pizza buffet without a game-plan??!!! I was only going to try their 1 pt. WW pizza! But I ended up trying everything on the menu- including 3 slices of the WW variety. I just kept eating thinking - "oh, these are small slices... they wont have many points at all". Let me tell you those small pieces add up- to 8 slices! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having serious eating remorse. I need to have a plan when I go out in these situations.... Grooooooooan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better go... if anyone needs me I will be spending the rest of the night on the elliptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SYL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2350602648109129317?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2350602648109129317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-58-oh-how-quick-tides-can-turn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2350602648109129317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2350602648109129317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-58-oh-how-quick-tides-can-turn.html' title='Day 58: Oh how quick the tides can turn!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-853186113186743962</id><published>2009-08-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:14:30.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 59: WW weigh in today</title><content type='html'>So guess what! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am happy to report that I went to WW this morning and found out that I lost 1.8 pounds this week! 166!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, all that worrying yesterday was for nothing! Well, I guess maybe not for nothing- it forced me to be super good yesterday. So, I guess that it all worked out! Now, I just need to keep that momentum up this week and hopeful I will have another loss next Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the movies tonight- to see The Time Travelers Wife. I cant believe the fiance agreed to that one, isnt he sweet? Anyway, we smuggled our own "healthier" snacks into the movie theater. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever checked the points on movie theater popcorn? Wowsers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually pop up my own WW bag of popcorn ( I think it's the Healthy Choice one) and sneak it in the biggest, ugliest purse I own.  I look like a dang bag lady and I'm sure all the people around us think we are incredibly cheap. But I don't care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed my 1 pt. per-serving popcorn and cried my little eyes out... enjoying every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, now I have to go do some exercise- to walk off the Yogurtland yogurt we indulged in AFTER the movie (cue eyeroll). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I can't be good all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SYL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-853186113186743962?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/853186113186743962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-59-ww-weigh-in-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/853186113186743962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/853186113186743962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-59-ww-weigh-in-today.html' title='Day 59: WW weigh in today'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2137403815421342970</id><published>2009-08-15T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:33:55.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 60: One step forward, two steps back.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have. But I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weighed myself this morning- and then AGAIN after 35 min on the elliptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both times I wanted to bitch-slap that piece of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the damage from last nights dinner party appeared on the scale. Sometimes I feel like its one step forward, two steps back.  I mean how could 4 days of healthy eating be completely sabotaged by one big meal? This is why I should NOT weigh myself everyday! But it is really hard not too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am trying to take it easy- juice &amp;amp; honeydew for b-feast &amp;amp;  6" chk sub for lunch w/a 1/2 bag of chips. Plus I did 35 min. on the elliptical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH!!!! I'm so F*CKING sick of the up &amp;amp; down shit. I just hope that when I go to WW tomorrow it will show some improvement from last week. Cause right now, I dont know if it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todays weigh (after elliptical) 167.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn- I hope I see you lighter tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2137403815421342970?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2137403815421342970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-60-one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2137403815421342970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2137403815421342970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-60-one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='DAY 60: One step forward, two steps back.'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4830429355131707896</id><published>2009-08-14T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:23:36.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 61: The Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>What can I say? It was a dinner party and I have a difficult time controlling myself at these kind of events. I tried a few methods- always have a glass of water in your hand/distance yourself from the food/ dont drink any alcohol. They all helped to some degree. But this is hard for me and I struggle with it. While I saw some improvement in my behavior it was a struggle, and Im sure I went way over my points today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shame too... cause the scale was down again this morning -166.4. Now.... tomorrow, who knows. Whats worse, I didn't even get to excercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess today could have been worse,  I will just have to try super hard tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope you see me lighter tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4830429355131707896?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4830429355131707896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-61-dinner-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4830429355131707896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4830429355131707896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-61-dinner-party.html' title='Day 61: The Dinner Party'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7441928618426186396</id><published>2009-08-13T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:15:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 62: I've discovered that</title><content type='html'> if you put your food down (all the way on the plate), after each bite, you will eat so much slower! I tried this yesterday when we went to Subway. I ordered a 6in. and The fiance ordered a foot long sub (normally I can eat a foot long- no problem). I practiced my "put-down" method and was shocked that he actually finished before me. Normally i am done way before him and I end up chowing on his food. The method worked so well, that I tried it with pizza today. He got 2 slices, I got one. Worked again-He was done before me.  PLUS I end up getting full a lot quicker!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to keep trying this method....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All-in-all I did well today. I am really trying to convince myself to do some shredding.... but I reeeeeeeally dont want to...... but I am have to..... even if its for only for 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little nervous about tomorrow's dinner party. I am trying to rehearse the scenario in my mind. I have a feeling I will end up having a few drinks and all hell will break loose and I'll start consuming calories at an obscene rate. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the scale showed some movement- 166.8 today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So... I'll see you lighter on Day 61!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7441928618426186396?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7441928618426186396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-62-ive-discovered-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7441928618426186396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7441928618426186396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-62-ive-discovered-that.html' title='Day 62: I&apos;ve discovered that'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2225147303201819871</id><published>2009-08-12T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:50:29.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 63: A birthday Present to myself</title><content type='html'>Okay- as promised, here I am!!  AND I'm happy to report a good day! Good eating &amp;amp; good exercise! I would give myself a solid "A". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit, it was SO hard to workout tonight. I had to really dig deep. But it was looming over me... so drudgingly I threw in the 30 day Shred and got on with it. It was awful, I hated it, I'm not gonna lie,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it sucked.&lt;/span&gt; I almost didn't finish it. My arms hurt so flipping bad that I cant even raise them above my head. But I am really glad I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think writing everyday is going to be a huge motivator for me, because it keeps me accountable and reminds me of every dwindling day closer I am to my birthday- goal date! BUT what better way to reward myself on my birthday than to shed another 20+ pounds? I really thought about that a lot today. What better present can I give myself than a brand new body to celebrate in Costa Rica with! I really cant think of something I would want more than that! I just keep imagining giving myself a huge 25 pound package of fat all wrapped up in a beautiful box with a giant pink bow. Completely disgusting. Completely effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Day 62- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2225147303201819871?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2225147303201819871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-63-birthday-present-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2225147303201819871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2225147303201819871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-63-birthday-present-to-myself.html' title='Day 63: A birthday Present to myself'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1918137375985809926</id><published>2009-08-11T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:29:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mission Day 64</title><content type='html'>I just realized I only have 64 days left until my 30th birthday. Wow- and I still have 37 pounds to lose to hit my goal. I dont think its gonna happen. I can be really positive about it and say, I can do it!!!! But the truth is it's too much too fast. Thats like 5 pounds per week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point that isnt really a realistic goal. But I did say that if I hit 150 by my 30th birthday that I would be happy. So my new goal is 145 by my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to help myself along a bit I have made it my mission to write in this blog 1x every day for the next 64 days until my birthday. I promise to write down ever good, bad and ugly day for the next 8 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that by keeping this "dairy"- even if its only 1 sentence per night, I may stay more faithful to my goal. So here we go... 64 days left... wont you join me? Cause I'm gonna need ALL the help I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you lighter tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1918137375985809926?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1918137375985809926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mission-day-64.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1918137375985809926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1918137375985809926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mission-day-64.html' title='My Mission Day 64'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1615986796007211024</id><published>2009-08-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:55:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on Tom</title><content type='html'>I lost this week- weight for it...... weight for it.....    .2 pounds!!!!   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooopeee!!! Believe it or not Im actually happy about this little drop in the bucket. The first 5 days of this week I really did try. But the scale was not budging and overall I just felt bloated, no matter how hard I tried. I was tired and sluggish and definitely not motivated to do that much exercise. By Friday I was frustrated and pretty much not tracking. Then all the sudden I realized I'm fighting Mother Nature this week! So I decided I wasn't going to beat myself up. Luckily by the grace of the scale I managed to drop .2 - not much- but you know what, I will take it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought I should tell you the gal I was irritated with in my WW class (you remember her, the one that almost hit the 100 pound mark) well, she hit it this week. And I was very happy for her. It was a reminder that even though this weight loss thing is extremely irritating sometimes there is an end in sight. We just have to wade past the Twinkles and Big Macs to find it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure I will do better this week maybe I will start now with a little walk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1615986796007211024?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1615986796007211024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blame-it-on-tom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1615986796007211024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1615986796007211024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blame-it-on-tom.html' title='Blame it on Tom'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6517956681964675109</id><published>2009-08-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:49:49.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt tell you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sn82Um53L6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z_nYyw-BQxs/s1600-h/healthy+fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sn82Um53L6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z_nYyw-BQxs/s320/healthy+fridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069008517443490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my one year anniversary of WW on June 20. One year of attending classes- with minimal meeting-skips... I should have been proud of it but I wasn't...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tell you because it was bittersweet. I had lost 31 pounds this year, and gained 7-8 lbs. of it back in the last couple months. I didn't tell you because when I made the announcement I wanted it to be in a posting that I could celebrate- and I haven't wanted to celebrate weight loss for awhile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I can proudly say- I lost 4 pounds this week and I have been on Weight Watchers for 1 year... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and 33 days &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I do it? I worked my ass off this week.... imagine that! I ate well, tracked my food, and exercised. And it worked!!! I lost weight!!!! Plus, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I faced the fat&lt;/span&gt;: I stuffed my cute, fluffy thighs into my 3-sizes too small bathing suit and I went swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what better way to kick off another great week, than to fill my fridge, and prepare for the next week.  Here's to a "healthy" fridge, a year (and 33days) on WW... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next week's&lt;/span&gt; 4 pound loss! Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter!!! xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losingmythighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6517956681964675109?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6517956681964675109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6517956681964675109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6517956681964675109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-tell-you.html' title='I didnt tell you...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sn82Um53L6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/z_nYyw-BQxs/s72-c/healthy+fridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-930119388724787486</id><published>2009-07-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:16:17.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's baaaaaaaack....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is going to be hard. VERY, VERY hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep this weight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; You thought I was going to say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to lose this weight&lt;/span&gt;, didnt ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am learning just how hard it is to keep this weight off. I am FAR from my end goal. But I have lost 30 pounds- or I should say "had" lost 30 pounds. Now I am finding out what everyone has always said, Losing the weight is half the battle... keeping it off.... now that is another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially gained 8 pounds of my weight back. I am embarrassed and a little ashamed. I've been telling people that I wasnt losing- I was "maintaining".  But when I went to my WW meeting Sunday I realized, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Holy Shit! This weight can come back... quickly."&lt;/span&gt; And here I am back up into the 170's again....*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday's WW meeting was bittersweet. When I learned I had gained this week, I felt defeated. Upset. In fact, I hate to say it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was annoyed.&lt;/span&gt; I was irritated at the poor girl next to me who was celebrating losing 99.2 pounds. I hate that I was annoyed- but quite frankly I didn't want to hear it. I was upset at myself and I didn't want to celebrate for anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite being in a funky mood, I sat there and listened to the leaders advice. Which luckily was a message that hit home... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was about dieting. &lt;/span&gt;She re-iterated that this plan is not a DIET. It is a way of life, we are being prepared for the life we will have and the "rules" we will follow when we finally hit our goal. The leader said something that struck a chord - When you become a lifetime member you will earn a few extra points--- that's it. Just because you become lifetime does not mean you can eat like a horse again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to say except that it scared me a bit... I dont know what to do with this new realization. It pisses me off... I love to eat... now I have to eat healthy FOREVER... that is, if I dont want to gain the weight back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew it... but now... I have to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Losingmythighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-930119388724787486?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/930119388724787486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-baaaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/930119388724787486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/930119388724787486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-baaaaaaaack.html' title='It&apos;s baaaaaaaack....'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3076917313692581315</id><published>2009-06-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:53:57.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dedication to my walking buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SjWyLYs2vgI/AAAAAAAAADk/GE3-FgTmxp0/s1600-h/l_05de3dfd6cff4ab7bebd549bc8b3da8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SjWyLYs2vgI/AAAAAAAAADk/GE3-FgTmxp0/s320/l_05de3dfd6cff4ab7bebd549bc8b3da8c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347376041251225090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we celebrated one year together. I cant believe we have had him for a whole year now! In his honor I am dedicating this blog post to my faithful walking buddy, my four legged turd burglar- my dog- Ziggy!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year when we adopted little Ziggy I was at my heaviest- 196 pounds. He was actually one of my excuses to get in shape. Most people say there kids inspire them to get in shape- but I was inspired my little Schneigle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then I hated to exercise. Getting off the coach was a chore for me. When we adopted our little boy all that changes- we had to walk- or he would drive us CRAZY!!!! So we started walking a mile every night- that mile gradually increased to two or three miles a day. I soon realized I really enjoyed our nightly walks. Probably almost as much as he did. Walking was such a stress release, it was a great way to re-introduce exercise into my lifestyle. In a little less than a year I went from walking to running a 5k, playing on a soccer team and taking yoga classes. And I feel like I owe part of that to Ziggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this day, when I don't feel like moving off that couch I look at him and know he needs it as much as I do...  and who can resist those little begging eyes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank-you little Ziggy, you remind me every day to get moving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough blogging now- its time for his morning jaunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. 3 pounds down this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3076917313692581315?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3076917313692581315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedication-to-my-walking-buddy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3076917313692581315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3076917313692581315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedication-to-my-walking-buddy.html' title='A dedication to my walking buddy'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SjWyLYs2vgI/AAAAAAAAADk/GE3-FgTmxp0/s72-c/l_05de3dfd6cff4ab7bebd549bc8b3da8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4252183382248599101</id><published>2009-06-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:29:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A slight snag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Already? Are you serious? Only two days in?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day Sunday and (almost) all-day Monday I was doing great, full steam ahead. I was like a WW newbie. Counting my points, carefully tracking, getting my guidelines in, even burning 10 AP. Then - out of nowhere- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ringggggggg!&lt;/span&gt; Its my friend calling me over to her pad to celebrate her b-friend's b-day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I was doing great up until this moment. It was 9 pm and I still had 4 points left! I thought, Sure we'll go over and have A BEER. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One beer. &lt;/span&gt;Besides it was The Fiance's B-day at midnight so I figured we would celebrate both Birthdays at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know she would have the full spread out when we got there. Doritos, Fried Chicken, fried potato wedges, Carne Asada,  con queso &amp;amp; salsa and of course RED VELVET CAKE!!! On top of that beer &amp;amp; liquor. Nothing was healthy on that table and it was all sitting in front of me. I had no where to go and no matter where I looked the fatty goodness was staring me in the eye. Honestly, I tried to avoid it but with everyone sitting around the table chillin, I definitely would have looked oddball had I sat anywhere else. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Dorito&lt;/span&gt; I said to my self. But once it hit my lips- it was all over! I couldn't say "No" to anything. It was all down hill from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we left I had serious eaters remorse. Even the Fiance felt the same.... we agreed the temptation was too much to take. You must have willpower of steel if you could sit in front of all that food and not lose control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is my problem, we are suppose to get together to celebrate The Fiance's birthday. We had such a good time last night- but last night I gobbled down all of my 35 extra points. Leaving me with nothing today. i dont want today's celebration to turn into another free-for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a game plan.  So what should I do tonight??? Please help me with suggestions, strategies- I will be in charge of providing the food. How am I going to make it through tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4252183382248599101?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4252183382248599101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/06/slight-snag.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4252183382248599101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4252183382248599101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/06/slight-snag.html' title='A slight snag...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8383609509252918603</id><published>2009-05-31T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:58:31.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>I went! I'm on the right track to following my plan... my official weigh-in was 166.4- a gain of 1.6. Actually not that bad considering how much I was eating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, recommitment starts NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next Sunday- I'll see ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8383609509252918603?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8383609509252918603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-weight-watchers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8383609509252918603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8383609509252918603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-weight-watchers.html' title='Back to Weight Watchers'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3336753509707021139</id><published>2009-05-30T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:12:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the "in-between"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been about two months now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months and I haven't lost any weight. I've gone down, but come back up. I have teeter-tottered and flip-flopped down to 162 and back up to 167. BUT I have yet to break the plateau. In fact last week I had a friend visiting and I gained 4 pounds! Plus, I haven't even been to WW in almost 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the good news is-  even though I have been enjoying the "in-between" I haven't lost sight of my goals. And I haven't stopped weighing myself and mostly- I HAVENT GIVEN UP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Christmas I had a bit of a breakdown.  I had lost almost 20 pounds, then gained 7 of it back during the holiday. I was about ready to throw in the towel. I cried in front of my family and decided right there and then that I would get back on the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I lost almost 20 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weight loss journey has had ups and downs, but I feel like I'm in a better place than I was at Christmas. I feel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eek!&lt;/span&gt; happy with myself. I'm actually enjoying the "in-between". I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'s my life, &lt;/span&gt;I should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that I took a bit of a break, I'm ready to try do this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is the plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Go to Weight Watchers meeting tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Exercise tomorrow and get back to my exercise program next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Start a weight training program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and I repeat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No eating out next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- TRACK and follow the WW guidelines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- PRAY for strength- and visualize myself succeeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I am ready to lose the next 20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SiHtxVOuDcI/AAAAAAAAADU/we82IQ5qOGM/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812064806374850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't forget to enjoy the view while you're on the journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3336753509707021139?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3336753509707021139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoying-in-between.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3336753509707021139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3336753509707021139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoying-in-between.html' title='Enjoying the &quot;in-between&quot;'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SiHtxVOuDcI/AAAAAAAAADU/we82IQ5qOGM/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2376262338117705858</id><published>2009-05-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:50:59.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what will I do Tuesday nights????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgsIdqw4egI/AAAAAAAAADM/phhd0Iybc7g/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgsIdqw4egI/AAAAAAAAADM/phhd0Iybc7g/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335367489339030018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this season of Biggest Loser is over? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sad. I lost 20 pounds during the season. It was something I counted on every Tuesday night. I knew no matter what my ass would be in the gym from 8:30-9:30 once a week to watch the show and workout on the elliptical. I feel like Im already going through withdrawal symptoms...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYHOW- here is my BL finale review, Ill keep it short &amp;amp; sweet (actually it is directly from an email I sent to The best friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW!!!! Crazy huh????? I was a little disappointed that Helen had won, I was rooting for Tara. But by the finale, it was anybodys game. Didnt she look a skeleton? How did Helen lose that much in a month? I think she may have been ON something. Not sure- just seems a little fishy.  Remember how ramped up she was when Jillian visited her at home? HMMMMMMM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mike looked hot!!! Huh? Very cute kid----- if I was 18 of course ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish Nicole or Kristen would have won the at-home, but Jerry deserved it. Bless his little old senile heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for the orange team- COME ON! It makes me really sad that David didnt lose any more weight. Thats a guy who has lost his hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristen= awesome &amp;amp; LOVE the hair, wish I could have been behind the scenes to see if she ever talked to Ron...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhow! thats my review of the show!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Now on to my personal challenge- Day 2- off the scale. OMW this is so hard!!!! Yesterday was worse.  I just didnt realize how dependent I am on it! The Fiance is not much help, because he is still weighing everyday and then asks me, What do you weigh this morning? I keep having to remind him that Im &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off the scale&lt;/span&gt; this week. The nice thing is he is losing weight, so I probably am too... since we workout &amp;amp; eat together. I can report that I am much happier and less anxious about my weight loss - proving that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Man cannot live by the scale alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2376262338117705858?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2376262338117705858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-what-will-i-do-tuesday-nights.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2376262338117705858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2376262338117705858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-what-will-i-do-tuesday-nights.html' title='Now what will I do Tuesday nights????'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgsIdqw4egI/AAAAAAAAADM/phhd0Iybc7g/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-4492401640808303164</id><published>2009-05-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:55:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not looking...</title><content type='html'>I mean, I did it this morning, but that's it! I just wanted to see what the damage was from yesterday's buffet disaster.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE SCALE&lt;/span&gt; this week! The metal monster is going under the sink until next Tuesday when I officially weigh in at Weight Watchers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see I have *a bit* of trouble with the digital dragon. I am not one of those compulsive people that weigh themselves after meals or anything but I DO weigh myself everyday. I think sometimes I depend on it too much to dictate my behavior that day. My WW leader warned us about it at yesterday's meeting. When I am "down" on the scale, I am elated. When I am "up" I feel shitty. I need to stop focusing on the numbers and focus only on the behaviors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is my challenge this week--- to focus on my eating &amp;amp; exercise habits and forget about that stupid little box and what it conjures up every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-4492401640808303164?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/4492401640808303164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-looking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4492401640808303164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/4492401640808303164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-looking.html' title='I&apos;m not looking...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3282148281694371383</id><published>2009-05-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:12:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an epic battle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgdtKvalMVI/AAAAAAAAADE/n2FMB_8laZA/s1600-h/DSC_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgdtKvalMVI/AAAAAAAAADE/n2FMB_8laZA/s200/DSC_5061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334352314937717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it's happening within myself.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most times I have things under control, and I can keep my life in order, my choices smart, my lifestyle healthy. But I have this other woman who lives inside me and sometimes she brakes free. I try to keep her locked up inside, for my own good. But once i let her start to rear her ugly head- she ends up taking over. She makes me do things I clearly should not. She's the one who convinces me to eat an entire box of cookies, or go through more than one drive through at dinner time. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRY to keep her locked up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but sometimes she gets out. &lt;/span&gt;And when she gets out- better lock down the food. Lately she's been out and trolling around Las Vegas. The truth is, I don't have a split personality. But I AM a binge eater. And lately I am having a hard time controlling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why oh why would I go out to a buffet when I know I cant handle food right now????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh,&lt;/span&gt; I feel gross. I have been yo-yoing for a month- i thought I might have broken my plateau this week. One day I had made it to the 163's. This morning I went to WW &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and lost the 2.8 pounds I gained 2 weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how did I celebrate the loss???? The Buffet??? WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to keep myself in line, I went for the Veggies first... but then my eyes glazed over when I saw the buffet spread. And I found myself getting back up for seconds, thirds- ahhhh--- even fourths!!!! And then I knew the crazy bitch was out of her cage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to give up, I wont, I will keep fighting my inner-food-crazed monster. She may have won todays battle, but I swear I will win this war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of my personalities,&lt;/span&gt; will see you lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3282148281694371383?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3282148281694371383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-epic-battle.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3282148281694371383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3282148281694371383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-epic-battle.html' title='It&apos;s an epic battle...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SgdtKvalMVI/AAAAAAAAADE/n2FMB_8laZA/s72-c/DSC_5061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1953074292094958950</id><published>2009-04-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:13:06.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HEEEEEEEERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sfya1iaF6zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dsLo5iwWlUA/s1600-h/swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sfya1iaF6zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dsLo5iwWlUA/s320/swimsuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331306303459814194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE getting packages in the mail!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful surprise it is when you come home to find that little package waiting patiently for you at the door. I didn't waste any time ripping it open for my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeek! NEW SWIMSUIT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There it was in all it's expensive glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Co-worker cautioned me that every-time she tried on a swimsuit from Victoria's Secret it "fit a little funny", so I was a little nervous to try it on. But I ran to the bedroom and immediately disrobed, dropping bits of clothes in every room as I made my way there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I started to pull the polyester piece over my fluffy thighs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh! AY! Err! Uph!&lt;/span&gt; It was umm.. a bit tight. This is the right size?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hmmm, Yes. Yes? &lt;/span&gt;Well, it doesn't quite fit. But it doesn't look awful, in fact it looks a lot better than the hideous one from last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In about 15 pounds I am going to look smokin' hot in it. (At least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt; because I pulled the tags off before I tried it on! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I cant quite wear it to the pool concert Friday. But I am going to hang it right on my closet door for motivation. And that's what I wanted anyway, a piece of motivation. And yes, I got it. In a size MEDIUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for read'n -  I'll see you bitches lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1953074292094958950?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1953074292094958950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-heeeeeeeere.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1953074292094958950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1953074292094958950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-heeeeeeeere.html' title='IT&apos;S HEEEEEEEERE!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sfya1iaF6zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dsLo5iwWlUA/s72-c/swimsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-7210662482354775401</id><published>2009-04-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:17:58.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfNEGq_6sfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_AO-5fAlzw/s1600-h/5k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfNEGq_6sfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_AO-5fAlzw/s320/5k2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677665521709554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And by another one, I mean another 5K inhales my dust!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the alarm went off at 5:45 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; we questioned wether we wanted to even bother. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean we hadn't even registered! &lt;/span&gt;It was just easier at that point to roll over and go back to bed. To tell you the absolute truth we went to a BBQ last night and loaded up on junk food &amp;amp; booze. I was a little out of control. It wasn't my fault though-  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was The Cheeseburgers fault&lt;/span&gt;. He tempted me with his juicy, meaty goodness until I finally gave in (I haven't had a burger, in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;). Then he told me to eat a mountain of Lay's BBQ chips. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Needless to say my stomach felt a little like a garbage can when I woke up this morning. But then I remembered my neighbor was running too &amp;amp; expected me to meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, but the bed was so comfy and we only had 5 hours sleep... Ugh...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hauled our asses to the race and registered in plenty of time, but DAMN it was cold this morning. And windy. Not the ideal running conditions at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the bitter 50-something degree weather we fought it out. The Fiance, The Neighbor and I. I think this race I challenged myself more, the last 5k I just wanted to jog the whole time- even if it was at a turtle's pace.  It also helped that I was familiar with the course. So I knew when i could push myself &amp;amp; run faster and when I should slow up. I was actually pretty surprised, I was passing people- even men. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tee-hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I crossed the finish line, I shocked myself! My unofficial time was (cue drum roll...) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32:25! I shaved 4+ minutes off of my last 5K (last month)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUDE! That's awesome! When's the next one? Next month? Okay, let's do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next month, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lighter &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-7210662482354775401?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/7210662482354775401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-one-bites-dust.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7210662482354775401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/7210662482354775401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfNEGq_6sfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_AO-5fAlzw/s72-c/5k2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3985657601616548656</id><published>2009-04-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:48:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROGRESS PICTURES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfAAEFa6lsI/AAAAAAAAACs/OANSG67E-3Y/s1600-h/179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfAAEFa6lsI/AAAAAAAAACs/OANSG67E-3Y/s320/179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327758429353842370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I look back on the past few months and the progress I have made, and the best part is I feel really proud of myself. I have made some significant progress since January 4th and I am pretty happy. More and more lately I have been thinking that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;130 by 30 is doable&lt;/span&gt;. I actually think it's possible. And as each month goes by- the more&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; I want it&lt;/span&gt;. I have been kicking my own ass to get this weight off. And I have figured out that if I lose 6 pounds every month from now until October 14th I will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to think that I'd have to lose 5 pounds a week to be successful. That is what I expected. And that is why my diets always failed. Then I finally realized, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It look along time to put this weight on, it's going to take a long time to get it off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing 6 pounds a month is going to be a challenge. I'm not lyin'. In fact, I'm having REAL trouble hitting that mark this month. Ever since Easter holiday, weight loss is stalled. Especially now that Lent is over and there are no limitations on "the chocolate". It's not that I'm eating terrible- I'm doing okay on the plan. I'm just not losing right now. I guess it's time to get back on the Wendi plan &amp;amp; stoke my metabolism!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I thought I would finally post some pics of my progress! I think it is most noticeable in my tummy, alot of people say they see it in my face. What do you think? ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Next time- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;YOU'LL&lt;/span&gt; see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; lighter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3985657601616548656?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3985657601616548656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/progress-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3985657601616548656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3985657601616548656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/progress-pictures.html' title='PROGRESS PICTURES!!!!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SfAAEFa6lsI/AAAAAAAAACs/OANSG67E-3Y/s72-c/179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-9159018912612032048</id><published>2009-04-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:21:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She wore an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie yellow polka dot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SewdpLf-zrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rRhV9KvIZ2Q/s1600-h/V283498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SewdpLf-zrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rRhV9KvIZ2Q/s200/V283498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326665052571225778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I bought myself a gift. Something wild, something I would have NEVER bought myself a year ago, let alone paid 100 bucks for)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, I bought myself a Victoria's Secret bathing suit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This photo is the new swimsuit, mine will be black. Unfortunately, NOT ME modeling it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I went to the store determined to buy myself a bikini. I wouldn't wear it of course- nobody would want to see that! But I would hang it up as reinforcement. Motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the store I chickened out. I decided I couldn't bring myself to buying something I might never wear. So I bought a plate instead, go figure. A small divided plate that I used to trick myself into eating smaller portions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say now that I have lost 20 pounds since last January, it's time to buy myself a bathing suit. Last summer's is very loose and UGLY as sin. (Seriously! What was I thinking when I bought that???) So when I saw the Victoria Secret coupon come across my email I thought "Why not?"  I didnt get a bikini, I opted for a more modest 1 piece. But I am really happy about it. I just hope it fits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to get really excited about 130 by 30 goal... I just need to get back on track a bit. This week I am recommitting and my goal is to concentrate on sticking to the WW guidelines. Even though I lost .8 last week, I have 5.2 pounds to make up by the May 5th to stay on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will lose this weight, and one day I will buy that bikini. One Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;See ya lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-9159018912612032048?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/9159018912612032048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-wore-itsy-bitsy-teenie-weenie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9159018912612032048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9159018912612032048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-wore-itsy-bitsy-teenie-weenie.html' title='She wore an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie yellow polka dot...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SewdpLf-zrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rRhV9KvIZ2Q/s72-c/V283498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5729902871230338329</id><published>2009-04-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:59:20.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It felt great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will admit it, today I let myself go.&lt;/em&gt; I scheduled my day so that it was a "high- point" one and I didnt track at all, not one bit! To be honest I dont feel bad about it. I have been really good the past few days, despite the fact that my mom has no accurate scale and I'm on vacation. Plus, I gave up chocolate for Lent and &lt;strong&gt;I HAD TO&lt;/strong&gt; have at least a couple of mom's chocolate covered-coconut eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a wonderful meal with my family &amp;amp; to be honest, I didnt really do&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; bad. It could have been worse- and in holidays past- it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;felt great&lt;/strong&gt; is that everyone in my family noticed my weight loss and everybody was supportive and complimentative (is that a word?). I love my family, and right now I feel great about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am back on the plan "full force" because I told everybody in the family that when I come back home in September, I will be at least 20 pounds lighter. So... I better get back on the plan- cause now that I said it, I better stick to it! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Easter all &amp;amp; I'll see ya lighter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5729902871230338329?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5729902871230338329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-felt-great.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5729902871230338329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5729902871230338329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-felt-great.html' title='It felt great...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-3156388267397662892</id><published>2009-04-06T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:45:07.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sdr8MBnNCWI/AAAAAAAAACE/AdtztK_Of04/s1600-h/APRIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sdr8MBnNCWI/AAAAAAAAACE/AdtztK_Of04/s320/APRIL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321843193213159778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! A big loss this week! Actually it was a big week all around! I lost a total of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.6&lt;/span&gt; (it would have been more if it wasn't for that damn baby shower and all its delectable treats!) making my total loss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30.6&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! Which also means I hit my 15 % goal! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am VERY happy that when I go home to see my family I will have lost almost 20 pounds!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been keeping a "fat-beaker" on my fridge and every month I start a new sheet. I always put the Goal as 15 pounds (even though I know it is outrageous).  Although, one time I actually lost 15 pounds in one month... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, to be 21 again&lt;/span&gt;... *sigh*. So I know it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I save my past months underneath. I dont know why but this thing is a huge motivator for me (maybe b/c it's on the fridge?). I am like a little kid, i get so excited to cross off a new number. DORK. Anyhow, last month I lost over 7 pounds! I realized- at this rate I only have to lose 6 pounds  a month from now until October 14th to it my goal...hmmm... still possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the game plan? Glad you asked! I am doing The 30-Day Shred Challenge. (Jillian Michaels DVD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the FIRST day.... Yea... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Damn! That b*%tch is KRAYZAY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would write up a whole review but I think if I type one more key tonight one of my sore-ass arms is going to fall off. Maybe Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then See You Lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-3156388267397662892?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/3156388267397662892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3156388267397662892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/3156388267397662892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/Sdr8MBnNCWI/AAAAAAAAACE/AdtztK_Of04/s72-c/APRIL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8917568728443407385</id><published>2009-04-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:15:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm playing the field...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I did something I haven't done in 12 years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I played a game of soccer- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;nd I loved every minute of sweating, huffing, puffing and wheezing all over the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The last time I played was freshman year of college. I REALLY missed it. But all of these years I felt like I was too out of shape to kick it again. I was nervous about playing on a team, What if I screwed up? What if I couldn't keep up with everyone else? Yet when I stepped on that field all the instincts came right back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training for the 5K helped * a little * with the running part. However, distance running and sprinting are two different things! I was whipped after the first couple minutes. But I held on and I pushed myself to keep up with everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing indoor soccer is different too... you can play more of the field and you aren't confined to a "position". Which is great b/c in high school I always wanted to play the front striker position but I was always stuck on defense. Today I played all the "positions"- even goalie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was SO much fun. I CANT WAIT till the next game!  I want every single person to feel the way I feel about myself right now- proud. It may sound silly, but I cant believe I did it. I have spent the last 10 years basically "on the couch" getting funked up. But I am here to tell you all that if I can get back in the game- you can too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this and doubting your abilities,  I am telling you- Just TRY! If you fail, so what? Trying is a lot better than sitting on the couch watching your life go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, SYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8917568728443407385?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8917568728443407385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-playing-field.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8917568728443407385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8917568728443407385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-playing-field.html' title='I&apos;m playing the field...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5091683015699992309</id><published>2009-03-31T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:51:00.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Faking My Life Anymore - Biggest Loser Episode Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I'm not Faking my Life Anymore"- Nicole from the Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I love that quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I think anyone who is heavy, can relate to the quote. I know I can.  I hate to say this, but the happiest times of my life were the times when I was at my thinnest. That was when I felt the best about MYSELF. I was more confident and felt like a real person. When I was at my heaviest point - almost 200 pounds- I felt invisible. I felt like no one noticed me. And I started to not care. At all. I picked out clothes that covered my body. Not clothes that looked good. I felt I didn't deserve expensive/nice clothes- I felt no one was looking. And I convinced myself I didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Watching tonight's episode hit home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was so happy for Nicole, she is the Biggest Loser in my book. She lost 87 pounds AT HOME. That's incredible!  I wish they would have let her stay one more week. I think it would have been good for the show. But her gain just proves that stress can really affect weight loss. . Do I think that is the only reason she gained? I have my theories.   I *think* maybe in preparation for returning to the show she cut her calories way back the week before, and her body rebelled a little bit?  That is my theory. Maybe she was adhering to a stricter diet back home? Maybe they forced her to eat all that Fiber One and she was eating high protein/ low carbs? Who know's? Sometimes the scale does what it wants too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Product Placements are getting ridiculous! Come on now! It actually pisses me off. They are totally cheesy and they cheapen the show. I wish they would talk about diet and nutrition a little more, maybe showing the choices the contestants make during mealtime. Then maybe if they have a product in the background it wouldn't be so bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was watching tonight's show i worked out for 50 minutes on the elliptical.  It was funny because Nicole talked about seeing herself in the mirror and not realizing it was her at first. The same thing happened to me! I bought a new pair of fitted workout shorts and when I saw myself I had to do a double-take, I am finally starting to notice changes! And it feels good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight's show was awesome- the best one yet! Tara even name-dropped the company I work for (so try to figure that one out ; ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for next weeks episode!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until next time, C U lighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5091683015699992309?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5091683015699992309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-faking-my-life-anymore-biggest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5091683015699992309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5091683015699992309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-faking-my-life-anymore-biggest.html' title='I&apos;m Not Faking My Life Anymore - Biggest Loser Episode Review'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2517982554440173079</id><published>2009-03-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:28:58.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have  a Confession (part 2)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't always go to my weight watchers meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeek! I said it.  Nobody heard that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, sometimes I skip my regular meeting when I know I am going to be "up" on the scale. I always make it up later in the week, but on a more favorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is cheating maybe? But sometimes I think if I go to WW watchers and I have a gain, it will set me back mentally.  Why does it mean so much more when someone writes it in that little tan book? I don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today I woke up and it was one of those days again! I've been doing Wendi's plan and it IS working. But the weekends are killing me! That is when I tend to overindulge and then I don't stick to my plan. When I woke up I knew I had gained (I think it had something to do with the nachos &amp;amp; cheese I had at the movies...) and I DID NOT want to go to WW.  I considered pulling my usual meeting switch-a-roo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I figured "No, I have to face the music." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I went to my meeting- and I did gain- a 1/2 pound&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing major, not a huge setback. But NOT a loss. Surprisingly, I wasn't upset. I was actually really glad I went to my meeting because we talked about how to survive the weekend (and holidays, birthdays, Anniversaries, etc.). Actually, I ended up getting a few good tips from the other members. Like planning out Sat.'s menu on Friday, and writing it in my tracker. Also to drink a lot of water AND to practice the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 bite method. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm glad that I went to my meeting (despite officially "gaining").  And I think that knowing I gained may help fuel a big loss for this week- I'd like to hit 164 by the time I go home April 8th. That way I will have lost a total of 20 pounds since the last time I saw my family. Soooooo...send me some skinny vibes, my friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew... so that was my dieting confession, what's yours?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time, See You Bitches Lighter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2517982554440173079?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2517982554440173079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2517982554440173079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2517982554440173079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession-part-2.html' title='I have  a Confession (part 2)...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-9187614118479577236</id><published>2009-03-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:40:06.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to "Point no.23"</title><content type='html'>At today's WW meeting I lost .8 &amp;amp; at friday's WW (make-up) meeting I lost 1.8! I can safely say after three weeks on Wendi's Plan -that sh%t works!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However with this new documented loss I drop into the 160's! Awesome! Although, now I lose a point- point no.23. Boy, am I gonna miss that point, I liked point no.23. So I thought I would honor it with a little poem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode to Point No. 23~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've been a great point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now we must part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like point 21 &amp;amp; 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've been here from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In good times &amp;amp; bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've stuck together like glue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the hunger hit my tummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you were there to get me thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You came in many shapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and many colors too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from a crisp red apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to a cup of honeydew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See as I get myself slimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've needed you less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as I continue my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WW knows best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, dearest point twenty-three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've finally got wise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I'm on this trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to lose these fat thighs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha-ha, I'm no poet! But if you're on Weight Watchers I am sure you can relate to the "loss of a point".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Yins Lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-9187614118479577236?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/9187614118479577236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-point-no23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9187614118479577236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/9187614118479577236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-point-no23.html' title='Ode to &quot;Point no.23&quot;'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1528929202970969415</id><published>2009-03-21T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:56:21.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deed is Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScU9vWcpe1I/AAAAAAAAABw/XPiB3tIJkGk/s1600-h/DSC_6491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScU9vWcpe1I/AAAAAAAAABw/XPiB3tIJkGk/s320/DSC_6491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315722818869623634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe it actually! If you would have asked me three months ago if I thought I would ever run a 5k- I would have said "Are you flippin' crazy? Hell no!" That doesn't even sound remotely pleasurable. I was happy with my daily leisurely strolls with the dog. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I crossed the finish line an overwhelming sense of accomplishment hit me, something I haven't felt in a very, very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The race started at 8:30 am so we had to get up around 6:45 to get there on time. I was surprisingly excited, I actually got up on time!  The Fiance told me he was equally excited. When we got to there the whole crowd was stretching and preparing for the race. Within 15 minutes 800 people were lined up, The fiance and I were in the middle when the shotgun sounded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were off! This was it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the week someone warned me to keep my own pace and not try to keep up with other runners or I could get tired out really fast. So that is what I did, and people of all ages and sizes were passing me on my left and right. I started slow- just a light jog and worked my way up to something I felt comfortable running the whole race.  The first half was slightly down hill- and the second half was slightly uphill. Pretty much the opposite of the way we had been training. I think it made it easier. As the race stretched on to the second mile, some of the people who passed me earlier were now walking, and now- I was passing them. Gotta admit- that felt kinda good. he-he. I continued my pace. Even if it was slow. : ) By the third mile It was a bit harder, but I hadnt had the urge AT ALL to stop and walk. I felt great. And holy sh*t— Am I starting to, uh, uh... enjoy running?????? WTF??? Has the whole world turned upside??? I couldn't believe it, I was having a great time. There was a feeling of camaraderie running with a group of people (plus I enjoy the people who stand on the sidelines holding YOU CAN DO IT! signs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 1/4 of a mile I started to get a little teary (WAHHHHHHHHH!!!) . But once I saw the finish line I booked it, and I ALMOST beat a 65 year old man-  so close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final time was , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drum roll please....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37 min and 51 sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(these are the official results)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok, so that's not FAST, I'll admit it, but I jogged- The whole thing- and the next time  (Yep, I said next time) I am gonna to be a lot faster. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, the picture (unfortunately they didn't take any of us crossing the line) but here I am telling the 5k it ain't got Sh*t on me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya'll lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1528929202970969415?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1528929202970969415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/deed-is-done.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1528929202970969415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1528929202970969415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/deed-is-done.html' title='The Deed is Done!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScU9vWcpe1I/AAAAAAAAABw/XPiB3tIJkGk/s72-c/DSC_6491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-6832878990293367802</id><published>2009-03-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:38:10.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown is on!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have less than three days until the 5k. Last night the fiance and I went for one of our last two runs before the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BIG DAY. &lt;/span&gt;We decided to mark out a 3 mile path and try to complete it (so far we have just been doing 30-40 min. timed jog/runs). So we drove down the road to mark the mileage. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed soo far when we drove it that I really wasn't sure if it was something I was prepared for. Equipped with our Ipods we started off... The first mile and a half was more difficult b/c of the slight incline,  when I got to the midpoint I stopped for 10 seconds caught my breath and started back.  Jogging the other half of the way was a breeze, since it was all down hill. I just tried to pace myself -even if the pace was somewhat slow. The fiance had finished at least 5 min. before me and turned around to meet me. As soon as we met I got a burst of energy (where the hell did that come from?) And I started sprinting to the "finish line".  I think it surprised the fiance because he had to then sprint to keep up with me. I was really running and when I finally crossed the "line" I was exhausted. But I made it! In about 31 minutes too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad we did that, because now it isn't quite as scary to me and I feel prepared to tackle the "beast".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though running is a huge pain in the ass... I can happily report that you can see the changes in your body fairly quickly. It was also kind of funny that on last night's Biggest Loser the contestants had to complete a half marathon. Laura even made the same comment that if you want to lose weight, running is the best way to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... a half marathon huh? 13 miles right? Well, maybe that will be the next challenge... ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-6832878990293367802?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/6832878990293367802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-is-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6832878990293367802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/6832878990293367802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-is-on.html' title='The countdown is on!'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-2609165393235303501</id><published>2009-03-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:24:22.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>Today I screwed up, and I feel bad about it.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; I really overate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started off shitty when I woke up this morning and missed my weight watchers meeting. I weighed my self on my own scale and came in at 168.4- almost a two pound loss since Monday! I am pretty confident that Wendi's Plan really works. Nonetheless I missed my official WI. I hate missing my WW meeting, because it just starts the week off on a bad foot.  Now I have to figure out which day I can make it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the fiance and I got into a HUGE fight and I spent the next few hours depressed and sulking. All I've wanted to do was eat, and there was no way I was going to exercise. Plus I have had a nagging headache all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say I began to cheer myself up with food. Tonight I ate pizza, wings, and ice cream. And alot of pizza, wings and ice cream. I went WAY over my points today. And I KNOW it was emotional eating. I tried to keep myself in check but that didn't stop the ooey-gooey cheesy delight from calling my name from the kitchen. I couldn't shut it up until I ate my fair share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I would hate myself for slipping up this bad- I've been doing so good! WAHHHHHHHH.. But I'm just going to go to bed and forget about it.  I am going to wake up like today never happened and I am going to re-commit to WW.  I am sort of confused where to pick up with Wendi's plan, since today is pretty much shot. I guess I'll follow up with a low-point day, maybe it will counteract today... plus it would naturally be a low point day (according to the plan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm NOT going to let this ruin me. I am NOT going to let this slip up hold me back. Mark my words- That I will see you lighter ; )!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-2609165393235303501?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/2609165393235303501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession-to-make.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2609165393235303501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/2609165393235303501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I have a confession to make...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-8404713292359562853</id><published>2009-03-13T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:35:35.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sam says it's time to lose the weight...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was listening to the radio &amp;amp; I heard something amazing! The IRS is now allowing tax deduction for all doctor approved weight loss- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INCLUDING WEIGHT WATCHERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited I did my own research and came across this article on the USA today website &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://tinyurl.com/db3ba2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everything&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wonderful&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;there's a few catches. One is you need to have doctor's orders to lose weight because of a medical condition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my doctors appointment way back in July I had complained of chest pains and trouble breathing. Together we concluded that if I some weight these symptoms might ease. And luckily after losing the first 10 pounds, they did! Additionally, I have very high cholesterol which she suggested may go down if I lost some weight.  Last Friday I gave Blood and when you donate they test your cholesterol, I'm excited to see if my efforts have paid off. I don't know if any of the conditions count, I will have to do more research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the IRS doesn't really define Obesity it is generally believed to be 30 plus pounds overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also read more about the tax deductions on the WW web site http://tinyurl.com/5tq5km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you lighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-8404713292359562853?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/8404713292359562853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-sam-says-its-time-to-lose-weight.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8404713292359562853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/8404713292359562853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncle-sam-says-its-time-to-lose-weight.html' title='Uncle Sam says it&apos;s time to lose the weight...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-5784004334849510382</id><published>2009-03-09T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:38:52.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This afternoon I went to a make up weight watchers meeting. (I missed Sundays meeting b/c I was was out late the night before and slept through my WW meeting again- I should probably rethink those Sunday 9am meetings) ANYWAY-  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to learn that I had lost &lt;/span&gt;(drum roll please ...)  2.4 pounds since Tuesday plus the 1.8 I gained last week, for a grand total of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4.2 in eight days&lt;/span&gt;!!!! So survey says, Wendi's plan just might work! I was surprisingly satisfied the entire week, one day I even had to eat 40 points! By the end of the day I didn't really want to eat anymore. I was nervous, how could I have eaten that much and still lost weight? But every morning I did. It was crazy- crazy good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;BTW- If you try this you want to make sure you are tracking everything carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fiance and I exercised almost everyday &amp;amp; continued training for the 5K, we are up to 3x a week for 40 minutes. As a reward for our efforts we bought ourselves Ipods, which has really helped keep my mind off just how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE running.&lt;/span&gt;  Ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SbYHzx4PFSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CS6v60dHiGU/s320/wwawards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311441396674008354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot... I earned my 25 pound medal at weight watchers! I am pretty excited.. it really makes the motivation inside burn a little hotter. Now on to the next goal "my 15% loss"- 167 lbs.- right around the corner. Who knows? If I stick to Wendi's plan I may hit it next week- we all need to keep our fingers &amp;amp; toes crossed for that one. ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-5784004334849510382?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/5784004334849510382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/results-are-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5784004334849510382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/5784004334849510382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/SbYHzx4PFSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CS6v60dHiGU/s72-c/wwawards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218779775205969337.post-1298471005314680575</id><published>2009-03-01T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:39:42.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Wagon...</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, last week I fell off the wagon- not completely off - more like, I fell off the back end got my pants stuck on one of the spokes and was dragged into the new week. Both Friday &amp;amp; Sat. I drank booze and went out to eat. (Gasp! at Del Taco).  I even slept through yesterday's WW meeting. My personal scale says a gain of 1.8 pounds for the week.  I even feel puffy.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I gained this week I am really determined to jump back on the horse and have a big loss next week. Which after doing this program for almost a year I have come to realize usually happens after a week of gains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week while scouring the internet for good weight loss tips I was re-directed to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wendi Plan &lt;/span&gt;page (see  www.stormpc.com/ww/wendie_plan.htm). Which basically encourages dieters to alternate the amount of points you use per day, to avoid hitting a plateau. This makes complete sense to me b/c after dieting for awhile it seems like it is harder to have the big loses b/c my body has adjusted to eating less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her theory is that our body's are built for survival and that if we deprive the body it will go into a starvation mode- and not metabolize the calories as well.  Therefore if you eat at the high range of your points one day and the low end the next your body never gets comfortable with the same amount of points everyday. Thus creating  amore energy efficient body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is an example of the pattern directly from the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(based on a 22-29 point range):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1- 22 pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2- 28 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3- 23 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4-  36-39 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5- 22 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6- 29 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7- 27 pts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily pts is 23, so  I had to adjust the figures above to one point higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basically your rhythm should look like this: low/high/low/very high/ very low/high/ med. high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to try it, the logic behind it makes sense. What the heck? It's worth a shot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh and I got a new haircut and style- something I encourage dieters to do after hitting a goal. Not only is it a nice reward, but it made me notice the changes in my body as well! I am done hiding behind my hair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will update you on Wendi's plan after Sundays weigh-in. Until then, "See you lighter!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218779775205969337-1298471005314680575?l=losinmythighs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/feeds/1298471005314680575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-wagon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1298471005314680575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218779775205969337/posts/default/1298471005314680575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losinmythighs.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-wagon.html' title='Off the Wagon...'/><author><name>Another Dieting Bride</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_DSt1iVIO8/ScLWnBTzwRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lnxcyk5dWpA/S220/1193~Pin-up-Girl-on-Scale-Posters2_full-1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
