<?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-2874580008802122334</id><updated>2012-02-02T10:53:01.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smasher Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>it's time to use my power for good instead of evil</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8307761107299235191</id><published>2012-01-17T10:19:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:07:11.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel Cut Oats</title><content type='html'>there was way to much candy laying around where i work. so i decided to get rid of it. by shoving it into my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all  the people i work with are thin. and yet, they MUST have candy. every  day. this made me start thinking about people and food. my thin friends  eat whatever they want. chips, cheeseburgers, cake.....so why cant i?  when i indulge in that stuff i dont just stay the same weight. i GAIN  weight. so what is the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do  they burn more calories than i do? these friends dont work out or go to  the gym....so are they just more active in their daily life? do they  take the stairs instead of the elevator?  is that really enough to  compensate for the cheetos and hersheys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or  is it just that when they  indulge they are satisfied after only about 200 cals worth of junk? i  am never satisfied with just a little junk. ever. never ever. its hard  not to get angry about this. i want to be able to indulge, be satisfied,  and be thin! my landslide into self-pity is surely triggered by the  fact that this whole month will be a complete write off. i will end this  month the same weight as i ended last month. losing weight is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so  is being fat. what would i rather have a "hard time" doing? losing  weight or being fat? if anything was ever *worth it* it is this. losing  weight is worth it. i have to keep going. although this month was a wash  when it comes to the scale, there were some pretty great things that  happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, i discovered the wonders of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1326813482_0"&gt;steel cut oats&lt;/span&gt;.  they have a ton of fiber and protein. they are so easy to make and keep  well in the fridge or freezer. and i cook them in the crock-pot! i  have made apple cinnamon steel cut oats, cranberry walnut steel cut  oats, and pumpkin pie steel cut oats.  you cook them all exactly the  same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEEL CUT OATS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. coat a crock pot with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. dump all the ingredients (EXCEPT THE TOPPINGS) into the crock-pot and stir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. cover and cook on low 6 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. turn off the crock-pot and let cool 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  stir up the oats and put into individual (1 cup) containers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  sprinkle on the toppings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. freeze or refrigerate. when you are ready to eat, just nuke them in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the ingredients for the various types i have made and loved.  they all make about 12 1-cup servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aObBvPhhe1I/TxWTxhc4zbI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lyauIsX8u1Q/s1600/apple%2Bcinnamon%2Bsteel%2Bcut%2Boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aObBvPhhe1I/TxWTxhc4zbI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lyauIsX8u1Q/s200/apple%2Bcinnamon%2Bsteel%2Bcut%2Boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698623382509637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;APPLE  CINNAMON OATS INGREDIENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 apples, minced in food processor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup steel cut oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups low fat milk (or almond milk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 tsp sea salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topping:  1 tbsp slivered almonds on each serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LupipC_NhX0/TxWT1xXSwXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dG-lXQDBuDs/s1600/cranberry%2Boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LupipC_NhX0/TxWT1xXSwXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dG-lXQDBuDs/s200/cranberry%2Boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698623455500616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRANBERRY WALN  UT OATS INGREDIENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup steel cut oats  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups water  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups low fat milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topping: 1 tsp dried cranberries &amp;amp; 1 tsp chopped walnuts on each serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM_1MweoyjE/TxWT6Zb8MMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kZv3J_n5jXI/s1600/pumking%2Bpie%2Bsteel%2Bcut%2Boats.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/-nM_1MweoyjE/TxWT6Zb8MMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kZv3J_n5jXI/s200/pumking%2Bpie%2Bsteel%2Bcut%2Boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698623534977003714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUMPKIN PIE OATS INGREDIENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup steel cut oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 15-oz can 100% pure pumpkin puree (NOT pumpkin pie filling!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups low fat milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp agave nectar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topping: 1 tsp  chopped pecans &amp;amp; maybe a little truvia if you like it sweeter.&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;another  super great thing that happened is that my husband got this amazing  idea. he would cook one night a week.  he doesnt cook. never. not ever.  but on wednesday night, there we were....sitting on the couch covered in  cookbooks.  i tagged a few healthy &amp;amp; easy recipes and he flipped  through them looking for one he wanted to try. he picked orange  chicken.  it was one of the more difficult recipes. i was fully prepared  for a disaster and was making a mental list of the "healthiest"  fast-food options in case dinner was a total bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday  night, he stepped into the kitchen, prepped all his ingredients ahead  of time, and then got to work.  i gave him a little space and watched  from a safe distance. he was measuring, slicing, chopping....grabbing  oranges from the fruit bowl and then playfully  tossing them from one hand to another...umm....what was happening? was  he having fun?  then about an hour later i was lying on the couch  watching black beauty (i love me some horse movies!) and dinner was  being cooked for me. i cant remember  the last time this has happened. i  was loving it! and then....an unmistakable smell entered the living  room....and it wasnt the smell of smoke that i had kinda been  expecting....it was the smell of *deliciousness*....and thats the first  time it crossed my mind that dinner might actually be edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he called me to the table, this was waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpZZaYJzRvQ/TxWT9iAfefI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sSosmynpjEk/s1600/orange%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpZZaYJzRvQ/TxWT9iAfefI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sSosmynpjEk/s200/orange%2Bchicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698623588817402354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange chicken with scallions, garlic, craisens.....brown rice...and steamed broccoli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i  took a bite....it was AMAZING. my husband...is....a....good....COOK! i  looked up at him and he was smiling. he knew he had rocked it. with his  eyes still squinted by his grin  he said, "that was fun", winked at me, and took a big bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanted to know was, "so....what are you making next week??"&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/2874580008802122334-8307761107299235191?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8307761107299235191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8307761107299235191&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8307761107299235191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8307761107299235191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/steel-cut-oats.html' title='Steel Cut Oats'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aObBvPhhe1I/TxWTxhc4zbI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lyauIsX8u1Q/s72-c/apple%2Bcinnamon%2Bsteel%2Bcut%2Boats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2660280741874590317</id><published>2012-01-16T11:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:08:01.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Gym: Vertical Knee Raise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv484271891yui_3_2_0_23_1326723417945185"&gt;i  have posted a few times about the scary things in my gym.  such as&lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/yogi-scare.html"&gt;  satan's simon-says game&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/dungeon.html"&gt;the dungeon&lt;/a&gt;. each time i conquered my fears and tried something scary  it felt great. even if the "during" felt horrible. even if i would never  do it again. i made a personal goal to hack my way through the jungle  that is my gym and tackle all the scary looming things that make me want  to head for the closest emergency exit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv484271891yui_3_2_0_23_1326723417945514"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv484271891yui_3_2_0_23_1326723417945515"&gt;this thing terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WG1wMBa6hX8/TwtS-tu2xaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UW9mLUZqDVM/s1600/abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WG1wMBa6hX8/TwtS-tu2xaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UW9mLUZqDVM/s200/abs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695737391121614242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even know this was a Vertical Knee Raise until i typed "weird  knee lifting ab machine" into google images and that picture showed  up... along with this picture.  really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvfnl91MDos/TxRKJVLtZ4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/gIhIe2mDRDM/s1600/knee%2Blift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvfnl91MDos/TxRKJVLtZ4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/gIhIe2mDRDM/s200/knee%2Blift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698260952696055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i knew was this thing was SCARY. but i didnt let that stop me. i  climbed up....put my arms on the pads....grabbed the handles.... looked  around to see if anyone was watching the fat girl on the crazy  contraption.....and lifted my knees up...FOUR times. this was sooo much  better than i had expected. suddenly i realized my heartbeat was WAY  louder than usual. and everything got blurry. and then really hot. and  then i realized what was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing about smasher girl. she's a fainter. its horrible. the  first time it ever happened was when i was about 25. its the worst  feeling. i can always tell when its going to happen. but it usually only  happens after i have my blood drawn or when i am in extreme pain. it is  NOT a common occurrence. it certainly hasnt ever happened for for no  reason and never when i am exercising.  so why was this thing making me  feel faint??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i climbed down and laid on a mat. breathe in..breathe out. i didnt  faint. ended up being fine and wrote the whole thing off as me being  melodramatic...cuz here's another thing about smasher girl....she is  melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i was at the gym i figured i would add it to my ab  routine. even if i could only do 4 of them. after the first one...it  happened again. i almost fainted. i jumped back on google to see if this  is a side effect of the vertical knee raise. nope. nothing. maybe im  forgetting to breathe??? either way. i think i will try it one more time  before crossing it off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did give me a good "my abs are working" feeling. and besides the  whole making-me-want-to-pass-out thing, it wasnt so scary after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv484271891yui_3_2_0_23_1326723417945568"&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/2874580008802122334-2660280741874590317?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2660280741874590317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=2660280741874590317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2660280741874590317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2660280741874590317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/jungle-gym-vertical-knee-raise.html' title='Jungle Gym: Vertical Knee Raise'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WG1wMBa6hX8/TwtS-tu2xaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UW9mLUZqDVM/s72-c/abs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6745455985077939652</id><published>2012-01-16T09:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:24:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFL W7 Weigh-In: 236.4  (-0.4 lb)</title><content type='html'>well, that means i am back to my month 1 weigh-in weight. i just need to lose 11.4 lb to meet my feb 20th mini goal of a 25 lb loss. root for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6745455985077939652?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6745455985077939652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6745455985077939652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6745455985077939652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6745455985077939652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/bfl-w7-weigh-in-2364-04-lb.html' title='BFL W7 Weigh-In: 236.4  (-0.4 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8873271752508011992</id><published>2012-01-12T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:53:36.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Running Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what could be easier than walking right? my walking skills stopped wowing people after my 2nd birthday. one foot in front of the other. i can even do it and chew gum at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_20_1325620722166448"&gt;this is why the idea of TRAINING to WALK never occurred to me. all that time i spent looking for a training program to teach me to RUN was silly! i should have been looking for a training program to teach me to WALK. i feel like one of Maleficent's goons who were looking in cradles trying to find a 16 year old Sleeping Beauty. (silly evil henchmen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_20_1325620722166447"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ZmoUnusg4/TwNn9cDcHoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bHDSbTZU6XU/s1600/malificent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693508659126738562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ZmoUnusg4/TwNn9cDcHoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bHDSbTZU6XU/s200/malificent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_20_1325620722166806"&gt;i googled "train to walk a 5k" and there was a bunch of information. if you actually care about the details, &lt;a href="http://walking.about.com/od/beginners/a/5ktraining.htm"&gt;you can read all about it here&lt;/a&gt;. this is it in a very large nutshell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_20_1325620722166447"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661266"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661631"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALK A 5K TRAINING PROGRAM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661289"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week 1: Getting Started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;15 min walk at easy pace (5 days a week)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661346"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661347"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week 2: Work On Your Walking F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661387"&gt;20 min walk at easy pace (5 days a week)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661416"&gt;Use your walks this week to concentrate on developing good walking posture and technique. This can greatly improve your ease of walking and improve your speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walking.about.com/library/how/blhowbegtech.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Walking Form Technique for Beginners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661408"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661409"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week 3: Walk at a Moderate Pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;25 min walk at moderate, determined pace (5 days a week)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661483"&gt;"moderate pace" means: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465577"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;may be breathing noticeably &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465574"&gt;able to carry on a full conversation while walking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661506"&gt;not out of breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week 4: Add a Long Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661533"&gt;30 min at moderate pace (4 days a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465580"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;40 min at easy pace (1 day a wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;k)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Drinking right: Now that you are walking for more than 30 minutes, you should locate a source of water so you can have a drink each mile. If there are no handy drinking fountains, you may want to carry water with you. It is best to carry it in a fanny pack with a water holster, rather than carrying a bottle in your hand, as that can lead to muscle strain and poor walking form.&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661665"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465586"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465583"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week 5: Work on Speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661693"&gt;30 min at moderate pace (4 days a week) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661722"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;45 min at easy pace (1 day a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate on improving your walking form to add speed. If you have not been using arm motion, this can be the key to increasing speed. &lt;a href="http://walking.about.com/cs/fitnesswalking/a/fasttech.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1325622179_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Fast Walking Technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 6: Build Mileage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;30 min at moderate pace (4 days a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;60 min at easy pace (1 day a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 7 and 8: Add Intervals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325620725465592" href="http://walking.about.com/cs/walkoflife/a/economywalk.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1325622179_1" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Economy Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; builds speed (1 day a week) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://walking.about.com/cs/walkoflife/a/thresholdwalk.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1325622179_2" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Anaerobic Threshold Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; builds aerobic fitness (1 day a week)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Long Walk: 60 min at easy pace (1 day a week) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661910"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic" id="yui_3_2_0_20_13256207221661920"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29MhEpShMJI/TwNltr7HN9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/TJefI8Eh6Yw/s1600/running%2Belephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693506189485619154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29MhEpShMJI/TwNltr7HN9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/TJefI8Eh6Yw/s200/running%2Belephant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if youre looking for me any time during the next few months, check your nearest treadmill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come may 20th (the first of my 3 5Ks in 2 weeks) i will be rockin' that pavement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8873271752508011992?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8873271752508011992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8873271752508011992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8873271752508011992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8873271752508011992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/cool-running-walking_12.html' title='Cool &lt;strike&gt;Running&lt;/strike&gt; Walking'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ZmoUnusg4/TwNn9cDcHoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bHDSbTZU6XU/s72-c/malificent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6442139142686729541</id><published>2012-01-09T12:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:27:59.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogi Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIG7gS9DvOg/Twsxwvhvi4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/czX-sPKWntU/s1600/yogi_bear_by_kuro_risu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIG7gS9DvOg/Twsxwvhvi4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/czX-sPKWntU/s200/yogi_bear_by_kuro_risu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695700867201600386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gym has a lot of scary things in  it. im not talking about the beefy guys with seemingly way more veins  than normal. i mean terrifying machines and classes. there is a huge  list of cardio and weight machines that i wont go near. and a ton of  classes i am way too chicken to step foot in.  i decided to conquer my  fear. to get my feet wet, i thought i would try yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419392"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNhuxP0t2Vo/Twsq-r5lLeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CpWynDM3ya8/s1600/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNhuxP0t2Vo/Twsq-r5lLeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CpWynDM3ya8/s200/yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695693410164616674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419393"&gt;easy enough, right? relaxing. not a  lot of moving. my gym turns the lights out during yoga so no one would  even be able to see &lt;strike&gt;if&lt;/strike&gt; when i messed up.  how bad could it really be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419502"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419503"&gt;worse. way worse. it started off  easy enough.  i stood obediently in the dark, crowded room on my mat and  followed each of the instructions given by the woman with a  soothing alto voice.  "sit pretzel legged"....."put your palms face  up"....."lay on your back and breathe"...."acknowledge your fingers and  toes"...."breathe in"..."breathe out"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419765"&gt;i lay there breathing and thought of renaming my blog to "Yogi Girl"...i had this in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419799"&gt;the changes were subtle. the  instructors voice was still calm and soothing. but it was forming words  into absurd commands. "lay on your belly"...."bring one foot up  under your chin"...."stand up and look behind you"...."bend over at the  waist"...."rest on your forearms"...."put your head on the  floor"...."pick your feet up off the floor"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_13261315214191218"&gt;say, what??? i looked up to see the instructor in this position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419502"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419502"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFErTmB97_o/TwsqnyYH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/g66CUF1izHE/s1600/yoga%2Bon%2Bhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFErTmB97_o/TwsqnyYH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/g66CUF1izHE/s200/yoga%2Bon%2Bhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695693016766342546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_13261315214191330"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_13261315214191331"&gt;i wanted to go back to  acknowledging my fingers and toes! when had this class turned into a  simon says game from hell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_1326131521419502"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_13261315214191491"&gt;i looked around the room for my  mom who had come with me...my gaze finally found her...still sitting  pretzel legged on her mat. i figured she was on to something. i unfolded myself and  plopped on my mat. i sat like that for the next 15 minutes until the  class ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_16_13261315214191621"&gt;im glad i tried it though. now i can cross it off my list. the next time some one asks if i have tried yoga, i can smile and say, "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6442139142686729541?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6442139142686729541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6442139142686729541&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6442139142686729541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6442139142686729541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/yogi-scare.html' title='Yogi Scare'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIG7gS9DvOg/Twsxwvhvi4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/czX-sPKWntU/s72-c/yogi_bear_by_kuro_risu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1836660730423436621</id><published>2012-01-09T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:55:43.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFL W6 Weigh-In: 236.8 (-4 lb)</title><content type='html'>im down 4 lb this week. i am very happy about that but kicking myself for last week. since i gained 4.4 lb last week, i am still up 0.4 lb. thats part of the fine print of going crazy for a week. you dont just lose one week you lose at least 2....the one week you spent gaining and the one week you spend trying to lose it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy. i am. cant you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1836660730423436621?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1836660730423436621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1836660730423436621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1836660730423436621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1836660730423436621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/bfl-w6-weigh-in-2368-4-lb.html' title='BFL W6 Weigh-In: 236.8 (-4 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-321364332306306578</id><published>2012-01-05T10:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:35:12.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See SG Run Walk &amp; Not Pass Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_132516920256140"&gt;so i decided to not get all   stressed out about running a mile. im not even going to think about it   right now. as i mentioned before, i had a goal of doing one 5k a month   during the non-winter months. sadly, all the ones i want to do are all   about a week apart. my first instinct was to throw in the towel. how the   heck can my chubby butt walk three 5ks in 2 weeks??  i may not be a   fitness expert but i know its NOT by &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/kryptonite.html"&gt;eating HONEY straight from the jar!&lt;/a&gt;   (mmmmm.....honey)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561505"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561506"&gt;endurance.  i want endurance. and  not just the kind that will keep my feet  moving....i want mental and  emotional endurance. losing 100 lb is not  for sissies. its not for towel  throwers! i &lt;strike&gt;can&lt;/strike&gt; will do it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561749"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561750"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smasher Girl's 3 5Ks in 2 Weeks Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561797"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9brXzX97Zs/TvzCOGM8OVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I0E7T59p4Qc/s1600/5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9brXzX97Zs/TvzCOGM8OVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I0E7T59p4Qc/s200/5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637576528312658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561798"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, May 20th:  March of Dimes Run for Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grju51h_Lwk/TvzBCtayeXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lXflMEEv4DI/s1600/march_of_dimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grju51h_Lwk/TvzBCtayeXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lXflMEEv4DI/s200/march_of_dimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636281385318770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561847"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561852"&gt;this   is for research for things like still birth, miscarriage, premies,   birth defects, infant death, etc.  two of  my best friends and i have  all gone through experiences like this, so  its close to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561823"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561824"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561807" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561818" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 26th:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunset House 5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFs1hzcgyjU/TvzBF1h4PII/AAAAAAAAAhc/zIQXEJRv6pk/s1600/Sunset_logo_146by151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFs1hzcgyjU/TvzBF1h4PII/AAAAAAAAAhc/zIQXEJRv6pk/s200/Sunset_logo_146by151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636335102147714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025611833"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025611930" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this   is an amazing place.  it is a hospice home that offers comfort and   price is not a factor! this is also very close to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561831"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561832"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, June 2nd:  Stroll For Strong Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdNbSaBJz0g/TvzBJoKlNNI/AAAAAAAAAho/XpYvdQraHaw/s1600/stroll%2Bfor%2Bstrong%2Bkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdNbSaBJz0g/TvzBJoKlNNI/AAAAAAAAAho/XpYvdQraHaw/s200/stroll%2Bfor%2Bstrong%2Bkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636400234247378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612103"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612108" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this   supports a local children's hospital.  its one of the best in the   country. i hope i never need to use it, but if i do, im so glad its   there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612209"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612210"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;now  all thats left to do is recruit people to do it with me (chubby slow  people preferred). and maybe get some sponsors. 3 5ks in 2 weeks wont  just shrink my butt....it will also shrink my bank account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612515"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;and   you know how i said i wasnt going to worry about running? thats true.   really.  but a girl can dream, cant she?  here's my dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612522"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612523"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;there is a half marathon in the adirondacks in september 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612620"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612621"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;that's all im saying.... there IS one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vG9uQlzSaAo/TvzB1tBbo_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hBGdrWLNLBA/s1600/lake%2Bplacid%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vG9uQlzSaAo/TvzB1tBbo_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hBGdrWLNLBA/s200/lake%2Bplacid%2Bhalf%2Bmarathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637157452293106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612776"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;and i plan on being there. even if its just to pass out drinks and cheer from the sidelines. but maybe....just maybe.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612813"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_13251692025612814"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561791"&gt;i will cross the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_34_1325169202561792"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-321364332306306578?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/321364332306306578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=321364332306306578&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/321364332306306578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/321364332306306578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-sg-run-walk-not-pass-out.html' title='See SG &lt;strike&gt;Run&lt;/strike&gt; Walk &amp; Not Pass Out'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9brXzX97Zs/TvzCOGM8OVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I0E7T59p4Qc/s72-c/5k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6352623423903956028</id><published>2012-01-03T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:20:05.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_132516920256155"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5n7cB1Li4M/Tvy8QK3z_6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_ya-Wp9-44c/s1600/Superman__Kryptonite_by_Jayfri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5n7cB1Li4M/Tvy8QK3z_6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_ya-Wp9-44c/s200/Superman__Kryptonite_by_Jayfri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691631015071842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;superman  never let  kryptonite take him out for long. and i sure dont have to  let mine put  be back on the bench.  everyone loves to talk about all  the  once-upon-a-time losers who have gained back all the weight and  more.  but thats not true for everyone. some people do it. and make it. i  want  to be one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_1325169202561926"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_1325169202561927"&gt;there   was an article in Health magazine jan/feb 2010 called Real Secrets to   Forever Weight Loss.  i was happy to see that i am already doing most  of  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611172"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611175"&gt; &lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_21_1325169202561251" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Work  out first thing.&lt;/span&gt;  (this is definitely one of the hardest things  for me to do. but i feel  so good when i do it. having my gym bag packed  the night before and my  workout clothes laying out definitely helps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611176"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025612162" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Eat real meals &lt;/span&gt;(i   love to eat. yet even i get caught in the trap of thinking that   skipping dinner might be a good idea. it never is. i just end up eating   MORE later...and making a bad decision about WHAT i eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611179"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025612167" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. One diet doesnt fit all&lt;/span&gt;   (this is so true. as flattered as i get when people ask me what im   doing, the truth is that im doing what works for ME at THIS moment.    this wouldnt have worked for me 3 years ago.  but it works great now.   and south beach works great for thousands of  people. but not for me.  ever. the best diet is one that YOU will stick  with and feel good  about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611180"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025612172" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. They  love to race.&lt;/span&gt;   (i love to think i can race. and i have plans to  walk some 5ks this  spring. and i also have a stupid idea that i will  post about later.  there are tips on training for races at &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://health.com/marathon"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv210845285yshortcuts" id="yiv210845285lw_1325169206_0"&gt;health.com/marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right now i just want to get through my treadmill workouts. my highest aspiration at this point is to someday run a mile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611947"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025612177" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. They talk. A lot. &lt;/span&gt;About   their success (do i ever! blah blah blah! i love to talk about diet  and  exercise and workouts and meal plans. i am so annoying. thats why i   have this blog. cuz no one wants to hear about that in real life. in a   face to face conversation there isnt a magic X you can click on to end   the discussion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_13251692025611076"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_1325169202561400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv210845285yui_3_2_0_19_1325169202561401"&gt;one  of my favorite things to do  (especially when i feel like binging) is  to read fitness magazines. i  hit the jackpot when i walked into the  library to get the copy of  Half-Assed: A Weight-Loss Memoir that was on  hold for  me.  there were  stacks and stacks of magazines on a table.  for sale. 2 for a quarter!  score! i grabbed about 6 dollars worth...  now i have enough reading  material to get me to my goal weight. im  soooo thrifty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6352623423903956028?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6352623423903956028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6352623423903956028&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6352623423903956028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6352623423903956028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/fighting-back.html' title='Fighting Back'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5n7cB1Li4M/Tvy8QK3z_6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_ya-Wp9-44c/s72-c/Superman__Kryptonite_by_Jayfri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3938382523771113744</id><published>2012-01-03T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:19:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along, Nothing To See Here</title><content type='html'>W5 BFL Weigh-In: 240.8 lb (+4.4 lb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-3938382523771113744?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3938382523771113744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3938382523771113744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3938382523771113744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3938382523771113744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/move-along-nothing-to-see-here.html' title='Move Along, Nothing To See Here'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4821092210072525075</id><published>2011-12-29T14:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:59:22.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>what can take down a smasher girl faster than a speeding bullet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were superman, success would be green and sparkly like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZEAEjjHf1Q/Tvy8MTYsgnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EqY8Pdp__Yo/s1600/kryptonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691630948637770354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZEAEjjHf1Q/Tvy8MTYsgnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EqY8Pdp__Yo/s200/kryptonite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hit a major milestone or start doing really good, i know to buckle up cuz its gonna be a bumpy ride. and by "ride" i mean "crash and burn". i hit my one month mark a few days ago. it was accompanied by a great weight loss and a real life "after photo" and i was feeling great. for about a day. and then it started. i could feel myself losing my groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate honey with a spoon yesterday. really?? with a SPOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;success! it screws me EVERY time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_13251692047431194"&gt;if im totally honest i am also starting to get bored with my food. i have been eating basically the same thing for a month straight. ive stuck with it because it works, its fast, its easy, and it keeps my grocery bill way down. i have found the perfect healthy-fast-easy-cheap food equation. so WHY would i change it?? im scared to change it. im scared it will take too long to prepare or be too high in calories or something. this week i want to focus on BREAKFAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a breakfast with protein and fiber that i can prepare in under 2 mins or that i can prepare ahead of time and just heat up. i have been making breakfast sandwiches on the weekend (egg, LF cheese, whole wheat english muffin) and just heating them up in the morning. i need something new. ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been thinking about running again. (the "again" refers to the THINKING part....not the actual RUNNING...because i never really was able to run. i just thought about it a lot.) i have been doing workouts on the treadmill. walking. walking. walking.... and then when im done with that, i do a little more walking. during my last post i mentioned that for my first (and only) 5k i was walking at the break-neck speed of 3mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time i hopped on the treadmill i decided that i would do my entire workout at 3mph. and about 10 mins in to it my hip flexor started bothering me. this is serious. when this injury acts up it takes me out for weeks. so i slowed it WAY down. everyone always talks about TRAINING for marathons and 5ks, blah blah blah. but i cant DO it. i get sooo impatient. and angry when i cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my walking workouts last week i did the majority of the walk at 3mph but i was doing intervals so i would slow down, up the incline and then lower the incline and speed up again. but 10 mins straight messed with me. i am sooooo weak. i want to run soooo bad. and i cant even walk at 3mph. i get frustrated and feel like giving up. so i reach for the only thing that resembles junk food in my whole house and make like winnie the pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3o5YzBcf8E/Tvy8TPC2ndI/AAAAAAAAAhE/p-H7dveEgE8/s1600/winnie%2Bthe%2Bpooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691631067731500498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3o5YzBcf8E/Tvy8TPC2ndI/AAAAAAAAAhE/p-H7dveEgE8/s200/winnie%2Bthe%2Bpooh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......oh bother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4821092210072525075?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4821092210072525075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4821092210072525075&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4821092210072525075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4821092210072525075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZEAEjjHf1Q/Tvy8MTYsgnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EqY8Pdp__Yo/s72-c/kryptonite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8637148719878006792</id><published>2011-12-29T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:47:15.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay If You Don't Lose Weight</title><content type='html'>"you know its ok if u dont lose the weight right?" my friend looked at me  with big reassuring eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm....  no, actually, thats the definition of  ''not ok''....its not ok. not  losing weight is not ok.  this person was trying to be supportive and  explained that i am cute and fun and healthy and happy the way i am and i  dont need to change a SINGLE thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was not on a diet and  kicking my butt at the gym for hours each week i would have welcomed her  "you're perfect the way you are" speech (not that i would have actually  believed it). but since i was shoving lettuce in my face every day for  lunch, the speech was just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so  much i have  already missed out on because of my weight. im tired of it  and i dont  want to miss out on any more. I want to have kids before my  ovaries  shrivel up into raisins. and there is a huge list of horrible  risks  associated with overweight/obese pregnancies. i found this list  while  looking up info for 5ks that i can do this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do   one a month from april-september. so i was bummed to see that all my  favorite causes have  their 5ks huddled together in the the end of may.  the last time i did i a 5k i came in 123rd out  of 131 people... and my  total time was &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1:01:22 with a pace of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19:48/M&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that  means i was  walking at the break neck speed of 3miles/hour. for an  hour! i dont  think i can top that. i was spurred on by a super thin  cheerful supportive friend who refused to leave me in the dust despite  my constant  reassuring that she didnt have to drag back with me. i was  walking as  fast as i could in near jog panting and sweating while she  was gliding  along effortlessly. she comforted me by explaining that  this was actually  really nice to slow down and just go for a stroll and  that she usually  goes too fast to really look around and enjoy  herself. wow. i secretly  longed to be left in the dirt of her nikes so i  could slow down. i  was killing myself trying to keep up with her  stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next 5k i do,  im not even worrying about my time.  when i finished that 5k two years ago i had all these dreams of running  my next one. HA! i just want to participate. i am happy with my  complimentary t-shirt as a consolation prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really   excited by how far ahead i am on my weight loss journey. i am only 11.4   lb away from my feb 20th goal of a 25 lb weight loss.  that will bring  me to 225.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to think that maybe this is really  possible, that maybe by oct 2012 i will have lost 100 lb and be down to a  twiggy 175 lb! do i really have it in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read other  blogs or hear other chubby girls express their desire to lose weight i  am fully confident in their abilities. i see it right at arms reach. all  they have to do is stick out their hand and grab it. but i cant see how  it could really happen for ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the stats from my most recent workout.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKFU3fF9hpo/Tvx9XD4s86I/AAAAAAAAAgg/OQ3WJB53gCE/s1600/Resize_P12-28-11_08-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKFU3fF9hpo/Tvx9XD4s86I/AAAAAAAAAgg/OQ3WJB53gCE/s400/Resize_P12-28-11_08-38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691561864223060898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8637148719878006792?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8637148719878006792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8637148719878006792&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8637148719878006792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8637148719878006792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-okay-if-you-dont-lose-weight.html' title='It&apos;s Okay If You Don&apos;t Lose Weight'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKFU3fF9hpo/Tvx9XD4s86I/AAAAAAAAAgg/OQ3WJB53gCE/s72-c/Resize_P12-28-11_08-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7364042933450941902</id><published>2011-12-27T09:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:50:49.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W4 Weigh-In and Month 1 Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFL W4 Weigh-In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  -3 lb   236.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFL Month 1 Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  -15.8 lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BFL Month 1 Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Weight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;252.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;236.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 1 Loss:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-15.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Waist:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;45.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Waist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 1 Waist Loss: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-4.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OVERALL STATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting Weight: 275&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight: 236.4&lt;br /&gt;Overall Loss:  -38.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Waist: 50&lt;br /&gt;Current Waist: 41&lt;br /&gt;Overal Waist Loss: -9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I didn't do my body fat percentage when I started, but I did it Sunday and I am 49.2% fat.... yikes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am so proud and excited!!! Check out my before and after pics (please ignore the less than stellar images..the charger to my digital camera is LOST so I have to use my less than smart phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjEXmUnZdiY/TvnVGDI0KYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tnIQk-BzYS8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have pictures of me at 275... well I might SOMEwhere... but not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's Me Now at 236.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...then there's me 15.8 lb heavier ONE month ago at 252.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7YQ938ER8s/TvnVJwZdObI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fxq7dzKFnxM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7YQ938ER8s/TvnVJwZdObI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fxq7dzKFnxM/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690813967746546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjEXmUnZdiY/TvnVGDI0KYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tnIQk-BzYS8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjEXmUnZdiY/TvnVGDI0KYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tnIQk-BzYS8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690813904057543042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjEXmUnZdiY/TvnVGDI0KYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tnIQk-BzYS8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7364042933450941902?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7364042933450941902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7364042933450941902&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7364042933450941902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7364042933450941902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/w4-weigh-in-and-month-1-results.html' title='W4 Weigh-In and Month 1 Results'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7YQ938ER8s/TvnVJwZdObI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fxq7dzKFnxM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2260724163596058388</id><published>2011-12-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:54:02.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Weight Is Good For the Economy</title><content type='html'>going to the gym requires a lot of STUFF. my gym bag is full of STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  have my mp3 player, earphones, mp3 player arm band holder thing (which  is so tight on my upper arm it seriously looks like im about to have my  blood drawn), gym membership card, hair ties, water bottles (i love me  some camelbak water bottles!), BFL book, combination lock, TOM supplies,  a snap-on bracelet wrist watch (so i can time my rest between sets) and  clothes (if i am changing there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that was bad enough! but  then i decided that i totally refuse to wait in line for dumbbells. so  that means going to the gym in the morning before work when everyone  else is still drooling on their pillows... here's the thing about  smasher girl. she does NOT like getting up early. she is NOT a morning  person. and no, im not a night owl either. i like being in bed by  9:30pm. im a mid-afternoon kind of girl. getting to work every morning  is a major struggle. and i cannot have a job that requires me to walk in  before 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the fact that i show up at 7am to a place that  isnt PAYING me to be there doesnt prove that i am a changed girl, i dont  know what does! but this whole getting to the gym before work thing  means i have to take a shower there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i did this  i just grabbed some samples of shampoo, conditioner, and soap that i  had snagged from my doctor's office a million years ago, threw my towel  and my work clothes in my gym bag and ran out the door. but once i got  to the locker room and looked around, i realized i was very under  prepared. there were cosmetic cases and blowdryers and curling irons and  face lotions all over and i thought to myself.... man! i am going to  need more STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a very low maintenance person at the moment. i  am not even bothering with mascara. and i am certainly not  straightening my hair. (the only reason im even bothering to blowdry it  is because i live in NY....and december is COLD.) so i was really  shocked when i realized that i need a lot of stuff to get dressed in the  morning. i broke down bought this on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwYUZ-LLwUk/TvNAXEhJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAd4/UR3YfmzCwa0/s1600/HangingCosmetic_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwYUZ-LLwUk/TvNAXEhJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAd4/UR3YfmzCwa0/s200/HangingCosmetic_018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688961519393035506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't  it super cute?? and then i went out and bought double of everything in  my shower and double of everything i use in the morning. i even got  these travel size bottles that i can refill and a case for my soap and  toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also needed new sneakers. so i got these  puppies... from ebay for $18.99 including shipping!!! i am soooo  thrifty! (i love me some new balance 411's!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXo1V1V6Z_8/TvNAIAHu47I/AAAAAAAAAdg/GRkZH__r9sw/s1600/sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXo1V1V6Z_8/TvNAIAHu47I/AAAAAAAAAdg/GRkZH__r9sw/s200/sneakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688961260514632626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!!! how are all you skinny girls not BROKE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  have always had this deep dark secret desire to run a mile. i have  tried to couch 2 5K twice and failed because i am too fat and too weak  to run. i have asked many once-upon-a-time-fat-girl-turned-runner how  they started running and they always have the same answer. they started  walking on the treadmill as their workout... and then just some how  started running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing. walking is boring. so i dont  do it. i prefer the elliptical or sitting elliptical or zumba or  kickboxing or anything really. but i am making a point this time around  to focus on my walking. you have to walk before you can run? (i was  really hoping that wasnt true)  it helps that my gym has individual tv's  on the treadmills with remotes. and i dont have cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have  been tuning into CMT and before i know it, my 1/2 hour of cardio has  FLOWN by. it feels good!!! i love this part at the end where my fan&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeLid7XW5x8/TvNEIY6E38I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rcpYH4nd5SA/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeLid7XW5x8/TvNEIY6E38I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rcpYH4nd5SA/s200/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688965665214750658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy treadmill tells me how awesome i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PX_5Y-qV4W0/TvND8GGfGxI/AAAAAAAAAec/WpMDIkPVoug/s1600/Resize_P12-22-11_08-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PX_5Y-qV4W0/TvND8GGfGxI/AAAAAAAAAec/WpMDIkPVoug/s200/Resize_P12-22-11_08-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688965454008097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gk6WinVWJq0/TvNC7Nw8-DI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nhmKOAV5tFA/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gk6WinVWJq0/TvNC7Nw8-DI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nhmKOAV5tFA/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688964339373766706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-2260724163596058388?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwYUZ-LLwUk/TvNAXEhJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAd4/UR3YfmzCwa0/s72-c/HangingCosmetic_018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5674297389722146443</id><published>2011-12-19T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:47:52.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Fat Is Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpa3mqaSLCk/Tu9qps8KwtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/it_3uOIN3bc/s1600/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpa3mqaSLCk/Tu9qps8KwtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/it_3uOIN3bc/s200/bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882119062930130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my skinny-fat friends decided she wants to lose weight.  which is great. good for her and blah blah blah. everyone knows that the  best person to ask about diets is a fat girl. we know them all and we  have the book. i brought over a few diet books so she could look through  and decide what plan she wanted to follow. she decided on weight  watchers. as she is flipping though the handbook thing for the new point  plus program she's like, "eww....all this food is boring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,  this skinny-fat friend is gorgeous and about 15 lb lighter than my goal  weight. but her doctor wants her to lose weight and it will improve her  health so im all for it. but she isnt really fat. she doesnt REALLY get  it. so when i say to her "you know whats MORE boring?? being FAT." she  of course replies, "being fat isnt boring. name ONE thing you cant do  because you are fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? she  looks at me at sees ME and not a super fat girl... thats part of the  reason i love her so much. i get that she doesnt get it. so i just throw  out the most obvious answer..."i cant shop at regular stores!" and  she's like "you're telling me you cant shop at jcpenny and macys? you  are lying!!" i just drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  HER mind i CAN shop at jcpenny and macys.... but not really.... the fat  girl section is 3 racks of clothes that are designed for people either 6  years old or 60 years old. they are stretchy and embroidered with  butterflies and lady bugs and stupid stuff like that. that's not really  shopping at penny's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just the tip of the ice berg!! there is sooo much i cant do because im fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it  ranges from the simplest thing (crossing my legs) to fun things  (jogging, fitting into rides at amusement parks!).....to private things  that are not blog-friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant  wait to lose 100 lb!! not just because i will be super hot, but also  because there is so much i want to DO!!! so much i havent DONE! i cant  wait. because i WILL get there. i know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5674297389722146443?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5674297389722146443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5674297389722146443&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5674297389722146443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5674297389722146443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-fat-is-boring.html' title='Being Fat Is Boring'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpa3mqaSLCk/Tu9qps8KwtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/it_3uOIN3bc/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1341196333671925606</id><published>2011-12-19T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:45:12.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W3 Weigh-In 239.4 (-0.4 lb)</title><content type='html'>woo hoo... blah blah blah.. wish it was more. but it is what it is. only thing to do is BRING it next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1341196333671925606?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1341196333671925606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1341196333671925606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1341196333671925606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1341196333671925606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/w3-weigh-in-2394-04-lb.html' title='W3 Weigh-In 239.4 (-0.4 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8546908834867780846</id><published>2011-12-16T10:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:51:11.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror On the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCgOPHRw7SI/TutnvajVDqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/cJK1VRMNlAE/s1600/snow-white-mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686753018764398242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCgOPHRw7SI/TutnvajVDqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/cJK1VRMNlAE/s200/snow-white-mirror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i totally get why the evil queen in snow white (wow, that's a creepy picture) was so obsessed with this mirror. it always told the truth. and as far as i can tell, a mirror that only tells the truth is as much a fairy tale as prince charmings and castles in clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year i lost 25 lb and went from 265 to 240. and i thought i was smokin' hot. i bought a bunch of heels and pencil skirts and wore pretty, brightly colored dresses. i put on make up and curled my hair. i was 240 and loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im 239. and i feel frumpy and fat and clumsy. i seek out blanket-like clothing that is comfy and cozy and good to hide in. why is this? i am the same size if not a little smaller. yet the way i see myself is totally different. my mirror is seriously playing tricks on me! and im not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read blogs all the time where gorgeous girls have regained SOME of the weight they once lost. and they lament the horrors of being at a weight that they once were overjoyed to see on the scale. i get it. i really do. i have been there and its awful. you can literally watch your hard work take a nose dive out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get that aspect of it. but its the self image part of it that blows my mind. why is it that when we have lost 30 lb to get down to 200 we think we have rockin bods and are full of confidence... but if we have regained some weight to get to 200 we think we are bean bag chairs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my case i didnt regain any weight.. i had to lose a little to get here... but i guess i have been here for too long. my mirror decided to start lying again... or decided to start telling the truth... who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to check ebay for one of those magic, truth telling mirrors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Wall'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCgOPHRw7SI/TutnvajVDqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/cJK1VRMNlAE/s72-c/snow-white-mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7372654450132476419</id><published>2011-12-15T10:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:27:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uCXMMXSb-s/TuoRtiepuVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bG8OaDZX1Vw/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uCXMMXSb-s/TuoRtiepuVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bG8OaDZX1Vw/s200/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686376953555827026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am biting my nails.  i havent bitten my nails in years. i didnt  even realize i had started doing it again until yesterday. i looked at  my hands and cringed. ick. i grabbed a bottle of bright blue nail polish  and put it on. that did the trick for now.  (i cant bite my nails if  they have polish on...why? i dont know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time  since the Great Weight-Loss of 2007 that i have stuck with a plan.  really stuck with it.... not just TOLD myself i was sticking with it.   every day (with the exception of my FREE DAY) i kick all my deep rooted  bad habits and shove broccoli in my face instead of french bread.  i  cook dinner instead of swinging through mcdonalds (mmmm... mcdonalds).  i  go to the gym and lift heavy objects instead of watching tv.  i spend  all week kicking bad habits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then without even realizing it i started up an old one.  its like an alcoholic who stops drinking and starts smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think.... do we ever really kick our bad habits? or do we just trade them in for new ones???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it  seems like i have some friends who really dont have bad habits... its  really annoying... its like they grew up and ACTUALLY did everything  their parents ever told them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not too worried about it  though. i think i made a good trade at least... id rather be skinny with  no nails than fat with a rockin' manicure.  i guess its like i traded  in my hyundai for a mini cooper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7372654450132476419?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7372654450132476419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7372654450132476419&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7372654450132476419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7372654450132476419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-biting-my-nails.html' title='Bad Habits'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uCXMMXSb-s/TuoRtiepuVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bG8OaDZX1Vw/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7742350410501235325</id><published>2011-12-12T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:47:33.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to free or not to free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsjzh9A3JdA/TuYg9OE_ErI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KyfkLGYQMdI/s1600/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsjzh9A3JdA/TuYg9OE_ErI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KyfkLGYQMdI/s200/free.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685267815724946098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to free or not to free....that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read about the FREE DAY in the BFL book, i skimmed through those pages and thought to myself, "oh, no.... not for me."  i wrote off the free day as something boys who were trying to pile on muscle could enjoy...but not chubby girls trying to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i decided to really DO the BFL program i decided to REALLY DO it.... all of it.  and see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as all my imaginary blog readers know, i lost 10 lb week one... and 2 lb week 2.  yes, yes i know... week 1 was NOT 10 lb of fat... it was water and _______ (insert any of the other million bubble-bursting reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 2 i lost 2 lb.  it takes 3500 calories to burn one pound. so in one week i some how had a deficit of 7000 calories. say what??? wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did it WITH a free day.  when talking about the FREE DAY, the BFL book says to have an OFF DAY...and goes on to say that not only does this mean NO exercise, but also no food restrictions. it even says to eat a huge stack of blueberry pancakes with syrup for breakfast if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly this is a good idea because your body  gets to recuperate.  also, this spike in calories for the day tricks your body into thinking that you are not really on a diet and stops you from going into "starvation mode" blah blah blah (us fat girls could write books about this metabolism stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really live up my free day.  live.it.up.  i wake up sunday, pee, strip, stand on scale.... do a happy dance and then have whatEVER i want for breakfast (two weeks in a row it has included gum drops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is part of the reason i didnt want to do a free day.  because it allows me to binge. which is bad bad bad.  right? it doesnt address the root of the problem which is my addiction to food.  and if i dont fix that any weight loss will be temporary.  but here's the thing... dont they like have rehab programs for people addicted to heroin and stuff where they actually GIVE them small doses of heroin to wean them off drugs so they CAN actually recover and kick their habit?? this does really happen, right? im not making it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats how it is... a person who is addicted to heroin would not get though a single day of rehab if they didnt get SOME heroin.... well let me tell you. i would not get through a WEEK of my diet and exercising if i didnt have the light at the end of the tunnel (FREE DAY). it gets me through. i start to want to give up around thursday... and by saturday i am just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much of eating healthy.... just tired of all the energy that goes into it. all the planning and thinking and cooking.... i just need a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE DAY is my breather. my reset button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i step off the scale sunday and do my happy dance i open the fridge, breathe a sigh of relief and say to myself, "free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, i am free at last!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7742350410501235325?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7742350410501235325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7742350410501235325&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7742350410501235325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7742350410501235325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-free-or-not-to-free.html' title='to free or not to free'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsjzh9A3JdA/TuYg9OE_ErI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KyfkLGYQMdI/s72-c/free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8973043536627839483</id><published>2011-12-12T10:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:21:53.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W2 Weigh-In:  239.6 (-2.2 lb)</title><content type='html'>Yup. I rock :-)  That's -13.4 lb total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8973043536627839483?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8973043536627839483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8973043536627839483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8973043536627839483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8973043536627839483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/w2-weigh-in-2398-22-lb.html' title='W2 Weigh-In:  239.6 (-2.2 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5302581996240751844</id><published>2011-12-08T16:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:56:34.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Brat?</title><content type='html'>a woman was doing bicep curls next to me at the gym yesterday and i looked at her and thought, "ugh...she is doing that ALL wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few short weeks ago i used to avoid the places in my gym that were designed to make you lift heavy things because i was afraid of people thinking things exactly like that.  im still a beginner. i am still trying new things and tweaking my workouts trying to get it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how rough it was for me to start doing a real weight program. i studied the back pages of my Body For Life book and agonized over things like the the direction my elbows should be pointing when i do a tricep press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i would get to the gym.... and swallow my pride as i carried my book and pen around the weight room. and i did it all wrong. the first time i did upper body i hurt my back... then i realized my butt was too big to get me in the correct position on the machines... so i switched to dumbbells... which is a huge challenge in itself. i thought id never get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and id come home from the gym some days and just cry.  i did get the hang of it... well, at least enough to hold my own in a weight room. it took me a few weeks.... i wish i had had some one to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all i know, this woman who was "doing it all wrong" may have been in HER first week sucking in her pride and telling herself that no one is REALLY thinking she looks silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if its her 100th week, she deserves mad props for being at the gym.  im sure all those &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/dungeon.html"&gt;muscle-headed boys in the dungeon&lt;/a&gt; have an opinion or two about the way the chubby girl does her forward lunges with 2 lb weights... but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok if i wana release my inner gym rat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfw8oUBW29Q/TuExW5goFFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QfwB9hROVRs/s1600/gymrat_big.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfw8oUBW29Q/TuExW5goFFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QfwB9hROVRs/s200/gymrat_big.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683878474182825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i better rein in my inner gym Brat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LB3rqU7HBA/TuExgnDPPMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WhB6YoM9zxI/s1600/rat.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/--LB3rqU7HBA/TuExgnDPPMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WhB6YoM9zxI/s200/rat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683878641026415810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5302581996240751844?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5302581996240751844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5302581996240751844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5302581996240751844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5302581996240751844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/gym-brat.html' title='Gym Brat?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfw8oUBW29Q/TuExW5goFFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QfwB9hROVRs/s72-c/gymrat_big.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4845143942740298461</id><published>2011-12-06T14:05:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:21:51.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper Body</title><content type='html'>unlike my lower body workout, my upper body has been great at making me feel it. upper is definitely my favorite.  (really?? i have a favorite exercise? is that an oxymoron?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Flyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epnMloWnWlk/Tt5oMd8huOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ey9DVG4fi08/s1600/Dumbbell-Flys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epnMloWnWlk/Tt5oMd8huOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ey9DVG4fi08/s200/Dumbbell-Flys.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683094343194360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isqtMVFJRg0/Tt5oT1UtxyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xi8tVdS8-ls/s1600/chest-press-1-0801-fb.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/-isqtMVFJRg0/Tt5oT1UtxyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xi8tVdS8-ls/s200/chest-press-1-0801-fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683094469728913186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULDERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-z4ynNZLvs/Tt5ob9ZwIWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0M_Hk9lVGBA/s1600/shoulder-press-dumbbells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-z4ynNZLvs/Tt5ob9ZwIWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0M_Hk9lVGBA/s200/shoulder-press-dumbbells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683094609336476002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Raises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWjn64oWuCw/Tt5okUNlilI/AAAAAAAAAag/smLCQisIvck/s1600/Dumbbell-Front-Shoulder-Raise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWjn64oWuCw/Tt5okUNlilI/AAAAAAAAAag/smLCQisIvck/s200/Dumbbell-Front-Shoulder-Raise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683094752898419282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BICEPS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicep Curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6F7Hb4VP9g/Tt5osfesmrI/AAAAAAAAAas/1nfjWnurmys/s1600/biceps-exercises-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6F7Hb4VP9g/Tt5osfesmrI/AAAAAAAAAas/1nfjWnurmys/s200/biceps-exercises-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683094893361928882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammer Curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pax_u6FxvXQ/Tt5o1-l7epI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KOBflpATSak/s1600/hammercurl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pax_u6FxvXQ/Tt5o1-l7epI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KOBflpATSak/s200/hammercurl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683095056332585618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRICEPS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triceps Pushdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxS-sgutLVg/Tt5pE1Kh3jI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JzHkCDWmEDg/s1600/triceps-pushdown1.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/-pxS-sgutLVg/Tt5pE1Kh3jI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JzHkCDWmEDg/s200/triceps-pushdown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683095311499779634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triceps Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLh6Ba7a31Y/Tt5poaIOG7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lATef-As_7c/s1600/Dumbbell-Triceps-Press.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLh6Ba7a31Y/Tt5poaIOG7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lATef-As_7c/s200/Dumbbell-Triceps-Press.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683095922717629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateral Pulldown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTvaT7MLoIc/Tt5p2IpJGiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_2iWhnpUq6I/s1600/lens15494731_1289948141lat_pull_down_personak_tr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTvaT7MLoIc/Tt5p2IpJGiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_2iWhnpUq6I/s200/lens15494731_1289948141lat_pull_down_personak_tr.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683096158542043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-254wC4-0mb0/Tt5qG8sEgRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2WSAlRTOT6A/s1600/20100615-lose-last-10-pounds-6-600x411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-254wC4-0mb0/Tt5qG8sEgRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2WSAlRTOT6A/s200/20100615-lose-last-10-pounds-6-600x411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683096447390875922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me knowing what all those exercises are called!!! im a total gym rat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4845143942740298461?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4845143942740298461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4845143942740298461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4845143942740298461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4845143942740298461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/upper-body.html' title='Upper Body'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epnMloWnWlk/Tt5oMd8huOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ey9DVG4fi08/s72-c/Dumbbell-Flys.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8881531922950521230</id><published>2011-12-06T10:13:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:35:00.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempted Murder</title><content type='html'>my workout tried to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down isnt supposed to hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working out turns you into a bit of a masochist.  i have been working out with weights for a while now and could not find a lower body routine that really made me feel it.   and by "it" i mean pain. the next day. but "it" is a very specific pain. there is a very narrow window of the right pain. its not an injured pain.... just a "every time i move it feels like i just got done running a marathon" pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as people so kindly pointed out, people (especially females) who are extremely overweight have a hard time feeling it and getting a real good lower body workout because their legs are so used to carrying around large amounts of weight. im still sorting out if that is a compliment or an insult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes... i was super happy when i walked (hobbled) out of the &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/dungeon.html"&gt;dungeon&lt;/a&gt; yesterday morning with my lower body feeling like jell-o. and i was even more excited when i could barely walk down the stairs this morning.  see? masochist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUADS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball Squats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFWWSLD2Xvo/Tt4y3gulWYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WPAJiS42_h8/s1600/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFWWSLD2Xvo/Tt4y3gulWYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WPAJiS42_h8/s200/ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683035709047658882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Front Lunges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rxg9pdAkvo/Tt4zE4uJrbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/00jJeKp1ioc/s1600/lunge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rxg9pdAkvo/Tt4zE4uJrbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/00jJeKp1ioc/s200/lunge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683035938826595762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamstring Curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4p969kfs9g/Tt4zU7e5aUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/W0PPz24j1m8/s1600/ham%2Bcurl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4p969kfs9g/Tt4zU7e5aUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/W0PPz24j1m8/s200/ham%2Bcurl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683036214445828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Dead Lifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1osdzkDB-jg/Tt4zg64OG9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WzYXk0-LvHQ/s1600/dead%2Blifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1osdzkDB-jg/Tt4zg64OG9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WzYXk0-LvHQ/s200/dead%2Blifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683036420442037202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Calf Raises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQDPmOeEKc0/Tt4zuLGVd5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8Bu0ycwy6XM/s1600/calf%2Braises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQDPmOeEKc0/Tt4zuLGVd5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8Bu0ycwy6XM/s200/calf%2Braises.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683036648134506386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Dumbbell Calf Raises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CltYy8Glmqw/Tt4z_QP1_oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2IUlxOaHXH8/s1600/single%2Bcalf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CltYy8Glmqw/Tt4z_QP1_oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2IUlxOaHXH8/s200/single%2Bcalf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683036941574340226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decline Bench Crunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VqYG2x3Ghg/Tt40NzWCIVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pZPHEqoNVAw/s1600/decline%2Bcrunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VqYG2x3Ghg/Tt40NzWCIVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pZPHEqoNVAw/s200/decline%2Bcrunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683037191513710930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbell Side Bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t-4S1TJY8/Tt40bRipUHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EoZ3UtFPivQ/s1600/side%2Bbend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t-4S1TJY8/Tt40bRipUHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EoZ3UtFPivQ/s200/side%2Bbend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683037422957973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it! truth be told, i am still not happy with my ab workouts.... i dont really feel it there. i have been really careful with abs because i tend to hurt my back when i try to work them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my hamstring curl wasnt so great. i am going to try this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball Hamstring Curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMCfZsFCnag/Tt41m6iyvlI/AAAAAAAAAZw/z99ShRoEGU8/s1600/ball%2Bham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMCfZsFCnag/Tt41m6iyvlI/AAAAAAAAAZw/z99ShRoEGU8/s200/ball%2Bham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683038722454634066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate to say it, i think that people were right. i couldnt use a machine or weights as my resistance because it doesnt come close to my BODY weight which is what my legs are used to lugging around.  so i used my body weight as resistance and it did the trick for my quads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully that will work with my hams with the ball ham curl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8881531922950521230?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8881531922950521230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8881531922950521230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8881531922950521230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8881531922950521230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/attempted-murder.html' title='Attempted Murder'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFWWSLD2Xvo/Tt4y3gulWYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WPAJiS42_h8/s72-c/ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7540754431958148014</id><published>2011-12-06T09:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:12:47.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dungeon</title><content type='html'>i love my gym.  but there are things in it i have common sense enough to avoid. like this thing for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gPFggbGW-g/Tt4wQUEOQYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jocBsU-azgc/s1600/stepmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gPFggbGW-g/Tt4wQUEOQYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jocBsU-azgc/s200/stepmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683032836610605442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are certain places in it that i avoid all together... like the steam room (icky) and the child care area (noisy).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gym is divided into sections. there is the cardio section (we know each other well) and a "fluffy weight area" with all the pulley machine things.  it was only recently that i even ventured into this area.  ya know...  it looks like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsmBirVIUNs/Tt4t-_0W7lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/3XeNMDPeGo0/s1600/fluff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsmBirVIUNs/Tt4t-_0W7lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/3XeNMDPeGo0/s200/fluff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683030340094324306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is another part of the gym. i like to call it the dungeon. its&lt;br /&gt;in the basement. and its full of scary things like big sweaty muscle-headed men that grunt and drop the weights dramatically between sets.  and the weights dont have pullies...  they are just weights... and not the cute pink and blue and yellow vinyl covered ones they have upstairs like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9VxrsfRgJQ/Tt4udtylPAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vMN-ZRQUs1k/s1600/pink%2Bweight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9VxrsfRgJQ/Tt4udtylPAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vMN-ZRQUs1k/s200/pink%2Bweight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683030867830979586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are like just METAL. ugly black and silver metal. like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8eRg2vuqJY/Tt4u3fiGZOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K-1_rePUasw/s1600/black%2Bweights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8eRg2vuqJY/Tt4u3fiGZOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K-1_rePUasw/s200/black%2Bweights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031310680351970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the machines have poles for you to put on your own huge discs of we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWoVxPh3k4M/Tt4vQvlaMaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LfABTCEg_iU/s1600/machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWoVxPh3k4M/Tt4vQvlaMaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LfABTCEg_iU/s200/machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031744485929378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really quite terrifying. but i have found that the fluffy upstairs weight area with pink dumbbells that only go up to 10 lb just doesnt cut it. so i have to go to the dungeon. i slap on my game face and suck it up... and do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7540754431958148014?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7540754431958148014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7540754431958148014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7540754431958148014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7540754431958148014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/dungeon.html' title='The Dungeon'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gPFggbGW-g/Tt4wQUEOQYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jocBsU-azgc/s72-c/stepmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5058055070293267408</id><published>2011-12-05T13:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:43:59.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese Stands Alone</title><content type='html'>who doesnt like cheese?  its delicious on its own and makes everything else even more delicious. i love it on everything from apples to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're on a diet, when you hear "cheese",  instead of thinking this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJtGsJKPcLw/Tt0QWxBbyBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KUaVH4ltWSo/s1600/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJtGsJKPcLw/Tt0QWxBbyBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KUaVH4ltWSo/s200/hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682716288113952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably think of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TviOMc8SXN0/Tt0Qkb4b6cI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vAOLDvyHV2Q/s1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TviOMc8SXN0/Tt0Qkb4b6cI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vAOLDvyHV2Q/s200/mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682716522957236674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has a bad reputation.... as a notorious diet saboteur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this stuff is breaking all the stereotypical barriers. Cabot 75% Reduced Fat cheese. yum. 60 cals, 2.5 g fat, and 9 g protein make it a favorite "protein portion" of my snack. i usually have it with a piece of fruit for a filling and healthy snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1vNJO0qVKo/Tt0MqD1CpAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/oJ3zE0oVs1s/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1vNJO0qVKo/Tt0MqD1CpAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/oJ3zE0oVs1s/s200/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682712221533250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a bright spot in my day when i realize it's 11am and i get to have my cheese!!!! is that sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5058055070293267408?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5058055070293267408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5058055070293267408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5058055070293267408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5058055070293267408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/cheese-stands-alone.html' title='The Cheese Stands Alone'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJtGsJKPcLw/Tt0QWxBbyBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KUaVH4ltWSo/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1878013610483110555</id><published>2011-12-05T11:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:24:08.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Chicken Chili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaCudJJDcTg/TtzxxJU1jWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P6Dnp4U__mQ/s1600/salsa%2Bverde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaCudJJDcTg/TtzxxJU1jWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P6Dnp4U__mQ/s200/salsa%2Bverde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682682656453922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love salsa verde. some times i go to this burrito place that has all you can eat chips and salsa just to chow down on a about a gallon of this stuff! its made of tomatillos and jalepeno and onions and garlic and crystal meth (probably)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunches this week i made Green Chicken Chili which is basically the salsa with chicken breast in it. and wow. its awesome. and pretty simple. the trick was these little mexican tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet my new best friend, the Tomatillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t-deOWFPls/TtzzUIO_O-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Hez_bWl7QDs/s1600/tomatillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t-deOWFPls/TtzzUIO_O-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Hez_bWl7QDs/s200/tomatillo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682684356968004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lb tomatillos, papery husks removed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 jalapeno, diced (more if you like it spicey)&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, minced&lt;br /&gt;3 chicken breast, chopped small&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (4 oz each) green chilies&lt;br /&gt;4 cups low sodium chicken broth (i used water and no-sodium bullion)&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch cilantro, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp lime juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;puree the tomatillos in a food processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fGNTPYjTqU/Tt0LE-0Jx3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6LS7rIcIXnA/s1600/tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fGNTPYjTqU/Tt0LE-0Jx3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6LS7rIcIXnA/s200/tom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682710485020559218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;cook onions and jalepeno over high heat 3 mins. add garlic and cook 1 more minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxNr6K7pUoY/Tt0Li7Z95-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MzA7nD4WkLQ/s1600/onion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxNr6K7pUoY/Tt0Li7Z95-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MzA7nD4WkLQ/s200/onion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682710999501498338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;add the chopped chicken breast and cook until browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;add the green chilies, tomatillos, and broth. bring to a boil.  reduce heat and simmer uncovered 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlk-oYk__cY/Tt0MG_aUxQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/q5uQ8ev_CkI/s1600/next.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlk-oYk__cY/Tt0MG_aUxQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/q5uQ8ev_CkI/s200/next.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682711619052029186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5&lt;br /&gt;remove from heat and stir in the cilantro and lime juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven in a bo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPcX4UK_vpk/Tt0K5a0sR-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/vnsSrY7720k/s1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPcX4UK_vpk/Tt0K5a0sR-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/vnsSrY7720k/s200/soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682710286380582882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1878013610483110555?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1878013610483110555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1878013610483110555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1878013610483110555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1878013610483110555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/green-chicken-chili.html' title='Green Chicken Chili'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaCudJJDcTg/TtzxxJU1jWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P6Dnp4U__mQ/s72-c/salsa%2Bverde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1328141482374357692</id><published>2011-12-05T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:03:51.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-239APAwXbsM/TtzrY6M0fWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VBLrIAwTJmM/s1600/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-239APAwXbsM/TtzrY6M0fWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VBLrIAwTJmM/s200/believe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682675643007139170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look in the mirror and i cant even imagine how i REALLY look.  like how im supposed to look without an extra 120 pounds of fat on my skeleton. and i cant do it. losing weight seems impossible. like the tooth fairy or santa claus. a lie that we convince ourselves is ok to tell because it sounds nice. this is why i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i dont believe its actually possible. and why keep working so hard for something that wont ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it CAN happen. i know because it HAS happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FNh7gt12Kc&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;amp;noredirect=1"&gt;i watch this from time to time&lt;/a&gt; to remind myself. i get goose bumps every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my turn!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1328141482374357692?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1328141482374357692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1328141482374357692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1328141482374357692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1328141482374357692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-believer.html' title='I&apos;m a Believer'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-239APAwXbsM/TtzrY6M0fWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VBLrIAwTJmM/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3007925591417864100</id><published>2011-12-05T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:44:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFL Week 1  Weigh-In  -10.4 lb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyU1RmuiTfc/Ttzmg2h3cgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LEYYw45NBks/s1600/bfl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyU1RmuiTfc/Ttzmg2h3cgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LEYYw45NBks/s200/bfl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682670281902486018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so im serious this time. i really mean it. this is the last week 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got on the scale last monday to find that i had regained all the weight that it took me a month to lose. granted it was only like 7 lb.... and really i spent the first two weeks losing weight and the next two weeks gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband and i decided to start body for life and really DO it. no more of this crap. if im going to spend 2 weeks gaining weight im going to have FUN doing it... not PRETEND to be on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very skeptical that this program would work for me. it seemed toooo simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  eat a portion of carb and a portion of protein at each meal (even white potatoes are ok!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  eat veggies at at least 2 meals&lt;br /&gt;3.  drink 10 cups of water&lt;br /&gt;4.  do 20 minutes of cardio 3 days a week (seriously??? that's all????)&lt;br /&gt;5.  do 45 minutes of weights 3 days a week&lt;br /&gt;6.  have an OFF day once a week (candy, pancakes, whatever!! and NO exercising!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm... this is tooo goood to be true. right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the&lt;a href="http://bodyforlife.com/success-stories/#pg-1"&gt; before and after photos&lt;/a&gt; caught my attention. and so did the&lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/w3-weigh-in.html"&gt; transformation of a friend&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results. i lost 10.4 lb the first week. yes, yes, yes, i hear you Bubble-Bursters, it was mostly water and blah blah blah. i dont flipping care!!!  i am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mini meltdowns all week. i found out that "simple" does not mean "easy"..... yes, the exercise and food prep was hard.  but the emotional and mental aspect was even harder.  this was the first time i had really committed since the Great Weight-Loss of 2007.  and to really commit requires the hardest thing of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believing that you can actually lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fat. i am a fat girl. that's who i am.  all week i battled (not so much to get to the gym) but with the overwhelming fear that i was kidding myself, fooling myself, lying to myself. wasting my time. it's a horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like this body is who i am. i feel like a hostage... yet, the thought of being in a smaller body is even more terrifying. who would i be then?  i havent met that girl. i dont know how to be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i better start figuring it out. because it's happening. 10 lb down.... 40 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-3007925591417864100?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3007925591417864100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3007925591417864100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3007925591417864100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3007925591417864100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/bfl-week-1-weigh-in-104-lb.html' title='BFL Week 1  Weigh-In  -10.4 lb'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyU1RmuiTfc/Ttzmg2h3cgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LEYYw45NBks/s72-c/bfl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6902927991853604601</id><published>2011-11-08T12:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:18:14.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W3 Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6bSOx9OXow/TrlrCN6s_YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XjoxHLnQnik/s1600/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6bSOx9OXow/TrlrCN6s_YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XjoxHLnQnik/s200/scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672682891489639810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gained 0.4 lb this week.  yeah im sad but im over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i found an incredible weight training program.  i was at the gym the other day and ran into a friend of mine....a friend who has been looking rather fabulous as of late.  this particular friend is a little on the chubby side despite the fact that she is a total gym rat and faithful weight watchers follower.  we dont really talk that much about diet and exercise but in the past she has mentioned her frustration over not being able to lose weight despite her strenuous efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed she was holding a clip board with a printout full of notes.  thats when she let me in on her secret.  she is doing &lt;a href="http://bodyforlife.com/"&gt;Body For Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  due to the fact that i have been living under a rock (apparently) i hadnt heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DyaAJxWrMtQ/Trl7ZfBEXOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fJe712av8HA/s1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DyaAJxWrMtQ/Trl7ZfBEXOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fJe712av8HA/s200/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672700883402775778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she proceeded to tell me how instead of going to the gym EVERY day (and i do mean every day) and running on the treadmill for miles and miles and doing a weight lifting routine that a "personal trainer" at the gym put together for her, she now only does 45 mins of weights and (are you ready?) twenty (*TWENTY*) minutes of cardio every OTHER day!  the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabulous! in just one month she has dropped weight and significantly changed her body.  sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basic idea is that for weight lifting is that for each muscle you do 12 reps at one weight, then add weight and do 10 reps, then add weight and do 8 reps, then add weight and do 6 reps, then reduce weight and do 12 reps....THEN you do another exercise for the same muscle and do 12 reps.  if you actually care about the details, you can read all about it &lt;a href="http://bodyforlife.com/library/exercise/weight-training"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked around the gym yesterday holding my book and reading about every exercise before i actually did it. i felt like a total loser. but the results were worth it. im sore in all the right places today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6902927991853604601?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6902927991853604601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6902927991853604601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6902927991853604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6902927991853604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/w3-weigh-in.html' title='W3 Weigh-In'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6bSOx9OXow/TrlrCN6s_YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XjoxHLnQnik/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7009667066549571923</id><published>2011-11-01T12:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:45:31.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Blues</title><content type='html'>breakfast is the most important meal of the day....and the most frustrating.  i barely have time in the morning to EAT breakfast let alone MAKE breakfast.  and we all know how easy it is to get HEALTHY food FAST....right? so, every morning, i usually end up singing the Breakfast Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found it. a healthy, filling and fast breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREEN(ish)  SMOOTHIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my awesome and super cool mom bought me one of these for my anniversary this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-Fr_BCaE2E/TrAdydgxg_I/AAAAAAAAATk/ipWLb_40_4g/s1600/blender.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/-n-Fr_BCaE2E/TrAdydgxg_I/AAAAAAAAATk/ipWLb_40_4g/s200/blender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670064683612210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, each morning i just take a cup of this (no sugar added frozen mixed fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---BdPuC5Yf8/TrAeSE9uqXI/AAAAAAAAATw/EurzlaWLu7Y/s1600/fruit.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/---BdPuC5Yf8/TrAeSE9uqXI/AAAAAAAAATw/EurzlaWLu7Y/s200/fruit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670065226778585458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 1/2 cup of this (vanilla greek yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMbEvVU2LTU/TrAenTDWmXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LKNDOYVz7cA/s1600/greek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMbEvVU2LTU/TrAenTDWmXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LKNDOYVz7cA/s200/greek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670065591337523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a cup of this (baby spinach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnI1isGJ9vA/TrAe2vtvfHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vLO7LxjpyHg/s1600/spinach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnI1isGJ9vA/TrAe2vtvfHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vLO7LxjpyHg/s200/spinach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670065856729545842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also add some water and i get a yummy green smoothie that i sip on the way to work! it's got tons of protein, fiber, and deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caePxIlg9Hw/TrAgLdNw7VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VLG-thvN1As/s1600/smoothie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caePxIlg9Hw/TrAgLdNw7VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VLG-thvN1As/s200/smoothie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670067312052464978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it literally takes me 3 minutes in the morning to make it.  and since i drink it&lt;br /&gt;while driving to work, it takes 0 (extra) minutes to eat breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the blender canister doubles as a to-go mug, there isnt any clean-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7009667066549571923?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7009667066549571923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7009667066549571923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7009667066549571923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7009667066549571923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/breakfast-smoothie.html' title='Breakfast Blues'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-Fr_BCaE2E/TrAdydgxg_I/AAAAAAAAATk/ipWLb_40_4g/s72-c/blender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4002215672308986726</id><published>2011-10-31T16:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:30:14.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scales of Injustice</title><content type='html'>Week 2 Weigh-In:  -1.4 lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Loss: -7.6 lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously??? really???? i followed south beach phase one sooooo good....and one stinking poound??? ok....i can force myself to be happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Week 3!!! Bon Jour Phase 2!!!  i thought you'd NEVER get here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's menu included apples and grapefruit and sweet potato!!!! ooooh-lah-la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4002215672308986726?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4002215672308986726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4002215672308986726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4002215672308986726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4002215672308986726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/scales-of-injustice.html' title='Scales of Injustice'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1878181884768890852</id><published>2011-10-27T15:28:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:56:15.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's BIG Questions</title><content type='html'>should a lane bryant shopper own roller skates?  we are about to find out. i bought these puppies on ebay for a screamin' deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqMbkoEvu1w/Tqmz4KOPi7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/K6DgBqb_GmU/s1600/skates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqMbkoEvu1w/Tqmz4KOPi7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/K6DgBqb_GmU/s200/skates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668259383420619698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are at my house this minute waiting for me to try them on. the anticipation mounts.  it's a great and fun way to get in a workout, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of great work outs, i have been doing something that has seriously been giving me some monster guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvtBuqfMs58/Tqm24njntxI/AAAAAAAAATY/QotEHgBBj6E/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvtBuqfMs58/Tqm24njntxI/AAAAAAAAATY/QotEHgBBj6E/s200/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668262689829795602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been working at a stable! yup!!!! a horse stable! how cool am i???? and guess what im doing to get these major muscles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mk7DiBPhgmw/Tqm0DezSbmI/AAAAAAAAASc/-yxmM4Qdi74/s1600/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mk7DiBPhgmw/Tqm0DezSbmI/AAAAAAAAASc/-yxmM4Qdi74/s200/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668259577923268194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah......i didnt say it was glamorous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i get to see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBXnOGnv-lI/Tqm1EC9fuSI/AAAAAAAAATA/dhu3t40N8JA/s1600/horese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBXnOGnv-lI/Tqm1EC9fuSI/AAAAAAAAATA/dhu3t40N8JA/s200/horese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668260687141386530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i have to shovel this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlJwqqez3IE/Tqm1fzZlP4I/AAAAAAAAATM/3kiv-6WCdSY/s1600/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlJwqqez3IE/Tqm1fzZlP4I/AAAAAAAAATM/3kiv-6WCdSY/s200/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668261164000558978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a great opportunity to learn about horses and be in a barn.  things i could never do otherwise.  for my one month reward i am buying myself a horseback riding lesson....which brings us back to my first question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should a lane bryant shopper be on a horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are about to find out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1878181884768890852?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1878181884768890852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1878181884768890852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1878181884768890852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1878181884768890852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifes-big-questions.html' title='Life&apos;s BIG Questions'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqMbkoEvu1w/Tqmz4KOPi7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/K6DgBqb_GmU/s72-c/skates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6424350209524426036</id><published>2011-10-27T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:18:36.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week on the Beach</title><content type='html'>i decided to do the south beach diet. do i sound thrilled?  i lost 6 lb week 1.  terrific.  yeah, sure. im not hungry. but i feel like i have zero energy....in a fog.  is this carb withdrawal?  i just dont know if this is the right diet for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just something that feels deeply wrong about being a diet and not being able to eat fruit.  i dont care WHAT phase you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always come back to this dilemma.  what plan do i follow??????  i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about this diet called "the 17 day diet".....seems kinda cool. the book is pink. thats a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of pink, i got a cool new water bottle. its the best water bottle EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_CAA7Y-xaA/TqmuZVU8N9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0haTbCX-Pgs/s1600/water%2Bbottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_CAA7Y-xaA/TqmuZVU8N9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0haTbCX-Pgs/s200/water%2Bbottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668253356267419602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6424350209524426036?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6424350209524426036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6424350209524426036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6424350209524426036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6424350209524426036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-on-beach.html' title='Week on the Beach'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_CAA7Y-xaA/TqmuZVU8N9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0haTbCX-Pgs/s72-c/water%2Bbottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3752937767528415773</id><published>2011-07-21T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:33:16.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty Flirty and Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7He6NM_ag/TihxL1sewxI/AAAAAAAAARw/mCBUEJVviZ0/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 117px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875782232949522" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7He6NM_ag/TihxL1sewxI/AAAAAAAAARw/mCBUEJVviZ0/s200/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new beginnings. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....beginnings are wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; they?  so many possibilities and hopes and dreams.  we all believe we can do it in the beginning. it's all so clear and simple and obvious. we know what we want and how to get there. it's all rainbows and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lolly pops&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;til you get smacked in the face with the middle. the middle stinks. the middle is hard. its full of questions like "what's so bad about shopping at lane &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bryant&lt;/span&gt;?"  and "do i really NEED to go to the gym AGAIN?"  the middle gets me every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, every OTHER time that is.  i have been at this again for a few months. i currently weighed in at 241.8 lb.  and i think i got this. i think i can do this. and i have to do this...because there is something even more scary than the Middle lurking around the corner for me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this fall, i....willl.....beee......thirty.  3-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;....30! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am determined to be thirty, flirty and THRIVING.  i want to lose 30 lb by my 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! talk about the best present EVER! i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even celebrate birthdays, but i would put on my party shoes for THAT! &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/2874580008802122334-3752937767528415773?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3752937767528415773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3752937767528415773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3752937767528415773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3752937767528415773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirty-flirty-and-thriving.html' title='Thirty Flirty and Thriving'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7He6NM_ag/TihxL1sewxI/AAAAAAAAARw/mCBUEJVviZ0/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2278419463664041837</id><published>2010-07-10T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:32:07.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TDh2QQqTOSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TmaucQ-Xi64/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492269767300692258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TDh2QQqTOSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TmaucQ-Xi64/s200/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy anniversary to me! I have been married to my best friend for FIVE years today! It’s hard to believe that it’s been five years already. The time certainly has flown by! “I don’t know how I’m ever going to love him more…but I’ve said that before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Remember a while ago I was wondering how long I could keep up this “healthy lifestyle” thing? Well. Now I know. The answer to that is “until about 2 weeks ago.” I just don’t wanna! How dumb am I? What do I think I am dealing with here? What makes me think this is optional? Here’s how bad it is. I have stood up my flaky workout buddy. I have stood HER up. Yesterday we were supposed to go to the gym in the morning. I slept in. Didn’t even call to cancel. When I didn’t answer her texts (because I was SLEEPING), she came to my house to pick me up. And I didn’t hear the doorbell for a long time. And then when she was like, “Do you want me to wait while you get changed?” I said, “No. I don’t wanna.” What. A. Loser. What am I thinking?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back on track. Get my game face on. Just flippin’ do this already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-2278419463664041837?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2278419463664041837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=2278419463664041837&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2278419463664041837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2278419463664041837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TDh2QQqTOSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TmaucQ-Xi64/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1571376740248448258</id><published>2010-06-29T12:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:11:12.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See SG Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCoZodLkpuI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwdWA-KZcoU/s1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227278723000034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCoZodLkpuI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwdWA-KZcoU/s200/running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far I have done my “journey-to-jog-one-mile training” a grand total four times. That means I have done 80 minutes of my training. And jogged a total of 16 minutes of those minutes (a minute at a time). Yes. I have been running and NOTHING has been chasing me. I am growing as an athlete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to run a mile is so important to me. Why? I think there are a lot of real life situations where a person’s well-being really could depend on their being able to RUN AWAY. Could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, running is so much more FUN than walking. It just is. Well, not for ME of course. For me it stinks. But if I were someone who could run longer than 60 seconds, it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also good for you. It burns so many calories. And studies by Stanford University show that running can improve bone and joint function. Running also has been shown to decrease blood pressure (*stupid stinking high blood pressure*), increase cardiovascular functioning, increase HDL (good cholesterol), improve aerobic endurance, increase muscle strength (especially lower body and core), and promote better sleep. All that sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than all that, I just want to DO it. I just want to be able to flippin’ DO it. Have you ever just really really wanted to be able to DO something?? Just to know that you could? Just to be able to say that you DID? Even if the only person you ever say it to is yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/fitness_articles.asp?id=1373"&gt;reading about running&lt;/a&gt;. So far, the most exciting thing I’ve read is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“TO BE A RUNNER DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU HAVE TO RUN FROM THE FIRST STEP OUT THE DOOR AND EVERY SUBSEQUENT STEP THEREAFTER.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So, technically…I am a runner. I am a runner. As long as I keep up with my training and keep going and don’t GIVE up….I am a runner. Even if the &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekly-weigh-in-4-lb-240-lb.html"&gt;day of my next 5K &lt;/a&gt;I can’t run a whole mile without stopping, if I can run a minute at a time, then I am still a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, walk/run programs are a really good option because they reduce your risk of injury and slowly help your body to adapt to running. Muscles, joints, connective tissue, and the diaphragm need to adapt to the more rigourous movement of running. THIS TAKES TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I am ALREADY a runner really makes this time go by a lot quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1571376740248448258?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1571376740248448258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1571376740248448258&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1571376740248448258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1571376740248448258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/see-sg-run.html' title='See SG Run'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCoZodLkpuI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwdWA-KZcoU/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8895683749636887025</id><published>2010-06-28T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:39:25.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 15 Weigh-In: +4 lb (244 lb)</title><content type='html'>no, im not crying. i stayed within my points for the week. and i did my jogging training and lifted weights. could i have done better with my eating? absolutely. could i have exercised more? of course.  but i did ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was diagnosed with high blood pressure i have been very careful with my sodium intake. im supposed to get 1500-2300 mg a day of sodium.  (stupid *flippin* high blood pressure!!!) to give you an idea of how difficult that is, 1 tsp of salt has 2300 mg of sodium. and there is sodium in food already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but THAT is what i really messed up on this week. sodium. i lost count. when i weighed in this morning, &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuh-dahhh.html"&gt;my very cool scale &lt;/a&gt;told me that i gained FOUR stupid pounds. but it ALSO said that my body fat is 48%....which is horrible, i know. but it's always been over 50% in the past. last week was 50%. so i lost fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt erase the side-effects of eating too much salt. my left hand/arm has been going numb and tingling a lot this week. which has not happened in months. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming a healthy person is really really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8895683749636887025?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8895683749636887025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8895683749636887025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8895683749636887025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8895683749636887025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-15-weigh-in-4-lb-244-lb.html' title='Week 15 Weigh-In: +4 lb (244 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6341370318653298808</id><published>2010-06-25T14:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:00:22.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things About Smasher Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do not have the internet.&lt;/strong&gt; how do i survive? well. like this: "aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! i wish i had the internet!!!!" im kidding. (kinda) really, i spend a lot of time at the library up the road. its actually quite nice. AND i spend MUCH less time online when im at home than i would if i had it in my house. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was introduced to blog land by Pasta Queen&lt;/strong&gt;. not, like in PERSON (i wish). i just stumbled upon her blog. i cant even remember how. and was amazed. &lt;a href="http://pastaqueen.com/"&gt;her blog is amazing&lt;/a&gt;. she lost 200 lb and took 3-D photos of herself along the way. i was hooked. i couldnt go a day without checking to see what she wrote. and the day i learned that i, too, could have my OWN blog. well. i was thrilled! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i live in a (*gasp*) mobile home&lt;/strong&gt;. i know most of you are probably picturing this:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT4DacC_BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HrKC3A25-cU/s1600/mobile+home+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486782983564360722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT4DacC_BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HrKC3A25-cU/s200/mobile+home+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, most of them actually look more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT3hZrvJiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KZDcXiGcyqQ/s1600/mobile+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486782399246181922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT3hZrvJiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KZDcXiGcyqQ/s200/mobile+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT3hZrvJiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KZDcXiGcyqQ/s1600/mobile+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the ritz...but not that bad. and it helps us keep a simple life (and me working part-time). the neighborhood is nice and we have a big yard. we really love our place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is one more thing about Smasher Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!!! i won the BodyBugg from &lt;a href="http://vandysjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie's Journey to Better Health&lt;/a&gt;. i am so happy, excited, and i cant wait to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean-time, i am plugging along on my "journey-to-jog-one-mile training" and its going pretty well. i have been running 1 minute and walking 4 minutes and repeating that 4 times. i have been walking at 2.5 mph (because i am DEAD after running a minute) and jogging at 4.5 mph (yes, i DO know thats ridiculously slow...but this isnt "journey-to-jog-the-fastest mile." just a mile.) according to the training plan, im not allowed to jog two days in a row. i need to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my non-jogging days i have been doing interval training on the treadmill. with mad-crazy inclines. like 18.5. and i have kept up with lifting weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 6 weeks of lifting, i can NOT believe that i ever chose to NOT lift! its so fun. and really makes an hour of exercise fly. i feel stronger! i got a new weight program today. it involves those huge blue yoga ball things. and a bunch of new machines that i have NEVER tried before. fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really good right now. like i can DO this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6341370318653298808?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6341370318653298808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6341370318653298808&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6341370318653298808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6341370318653298808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-things-about-smasher-girl.html' title='3 Things About Smasher Girl'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TCT4DacC_BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HrKC3A25-cU/s72-c/mobile+home+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1590738564596936066</id><published>2010-06-24T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:31:16.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out!</title><content type='html'>go to &lt;a href="http://vandysjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie's Journey to Better Health &lt;/a&gt;and enter to win a body bug!! she is giving hers away. completely free!! (talk about showing love to your fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;!) the best part is, all you have to do is leave a comment. i posted this just because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; keep quiet about how cool she is for doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1590738564596936066?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1590738564596936066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1590738564596936066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1590738564596936066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1590738564596936066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check It Out!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4674105852802732312</id><published>2010-06-21T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:07:16.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In: -4 lb (240 lb)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;happy dance!! i cant believe that i lost 4 lb this week! that makes my &lt;strong&gt;total weight loss 25 lb&lt;/strong&gt;. i am so happy with that. it has been pretty slow going. i started 03/22/10. so its been 13 weeks. but that averages 1.9 lb a week weight loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why i was so surprised by what buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me today. we signed up for the gym at the same time. and we make a lot of plans to go together. but &lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bad-and-buddy.html"&gt;i usually end up being there all by my lonesome&lt;/a&gt;...which i surprisingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind so much any more. i think i might actually be enjoying my work out time! i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; usually tell people about my weight loss. but after she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me this morning...to (*surprise*) say she was NOT going to meet me at the gym, i told her that i had reached my 25 lb weight loss mark (*woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she sent back a message saying that it &lt;strong&gt;makes her really sad&lt;/strong&gt; to think that if she had just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt; like i did, that SHE would be 25 lighter as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know what to say to that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; glad she was honest with her response and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; pretend like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bother her. but it feels like my weight loss has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;slowwww&lt;/span&gt;. i can hardly believe that some one else would have a hard time accomplishing the same thing. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not giving myself enough credit. especially given some VERY exciting news!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom who is super generous and has literally bought me every dress i own (and i need dresses because as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jehovah's&lt;/span&gt; witness, i wear a skirt/dress when i go to my meetings) surprised me yesterday. she walked into my house with THREE beautiful dresses for me!!! the last time she bought me dresses from this particular store, i was a size 20 (which is a joke because i was more like a 26...but this brand runs really big...which i LOVE). so, this time she bought me size 18....and they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; BIG. yup. so we went to the store to exchange them. i got 3 dresses that are size 16. and they are BEAUTIFUL. gorgeous! when did shopping and trying on clothes become FUN??? granted...it DOES help when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have to bring your purse because your amazing mother is paying (*thanks mom*). that really really strengthened my latest resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am determined. DETERMINED. &lt;strong&gt;to run a mile&lt;/strong&gt;. yes. a mile. jogging. no stopping. for a whole complete total MILE. so. i did a little research. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many times in the past, i have tried to train to run a 5K. i tried the couch to 5k program. which is super cool. but too hard for my chubby butt. so i looked around for a training program to run JUST a mile. and i found one. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sparkpeople&lt;/span&gt;! there is a &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/fitness_articles.asp?id=1004"&gt;great article about training to run a mile&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many times i have wondered if i was physically capable. because, lets face it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a bit of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chubster&lt;/span&gt;. i get kinda frustrated when training programs act like any one CAN run if they CHOOSE to. so not true. this article says, "You do have to be able to walk before you can run. Once you can comfortably walk for one full hour, then you're ready to start running." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. i can do that. so i guess i can start training. so i DID!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the training is 4 weeks. but i think i am going to need more than a month. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doubling it. my training looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Involved:&lt;/strong&gt; three 20-minute sessions a week, repeat each interval 4 times. 5 minute warm up, 5 minute cool down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEK 1 &amp;amp; 2:&lt;/strong&gt; jog 1 min/walk 4 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEK 3 &amp;amp; 4:&lt;/strong&gt; jog 2 min/walk 3 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEK 5 &amp;amp; 6:&lt;/strong&gt; jog 3 min/walk 2 min &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEK 7 &amp;amp; 8:&lt;/strong&gt; jog 4 min/walk 1 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i keep up with my training AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; miss sessions, i should complete 480 minutes of training in 8 weeks (my little hula girl is gonna dance me to the finish line on the ticker in my side bar). and in theory, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done with my training, i SHOULD be able to run a mile. straight. with OUT stopping....or (*hopefully*) dying. which brings me to my SURPRISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am walking in a &lt;strong&gt;5K august 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lung cancer. and i will &lt;strong&gt;JOG one mile&lt;/strong&gt; of it with OUT stopping. crazy? maybe. really....i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to pull it off. honestly. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to pull off week 5 and 6! me? jog 3 minutes??? not likely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;although, when i did my first training session &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be able to jog for a minute. and i did. i was sweating bullets. my knee was twinging (which it did NOT do today) and i had shin splints. today, oddly, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; too bad. hard. really really hard. but i did it. some one must have saw me almost keeling over on the treadmill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;...because there was a &lt;strong&gt;NEW SIGN&lt;/strong&gt; in my gym this morning. SEE?? as scary as that is....its also kinda comforting :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TB-M203KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sQ2AzxBzQgE/s1600/rac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485257744691378690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TB-M203KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sQ2AzxBzQgE/s200/rac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4674105852802732312?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4674105852802732312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4674105852802732312&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4674105852802732312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4674105852802732312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekly-weigh-in-4-lb-240-lb.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In: -4 lb (240 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TB-M203KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sQ2AzxBzQgE/s72-c/rac.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6224676595461582141</id><published>2010-06-19T09:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:51:05.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBzIUHEXJUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q5UJtplah70/s1600/goodwill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484478694050702658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBzIUHEXJUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q5UJtplah70/s200/goodwill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wear the same clothes everyday. really. every day. same clothes. so then why? why do i have clothes literally EXPLODING out of my closets?? piles of clothes EVERYWHERE! it was killing me. i could feel myself going into shutdown mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its not just my clothes. its everything. somehow, i have way way too much stuff. it feels like i cannot breathe. i think as a culture or generation we just have too much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; POOR and i have TOO much! i need to do a major major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de-cluttering&lt;/span&gt; of my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started yesterday with my (**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ughhhh&lt;/span&gt;**) closets. a good friend came over yesterday and helped. she sat on my bed and folded clothes and put them in appropriate piles. i think its hard when your weight is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. i had clothes that were too big, too small, too tight, too old, and clothes that still had price tags on them (mostly because they never fit to begin with). so i got rid of three huge garbage bags full of just my clothes and donated them to goodwill. i also put my "too small clothes" in order of size so i can go through them periodically as i drop pounds. (how optimistic of me!) i really feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much better. now on to the rest of my house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6224676595461582141?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6224676595461582141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6224676595461582141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6224676595461582141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6224676595461582141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-closet.html' title='out of the closet'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBzIUHEXJUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q5UJtplah70/s72-c/goodwill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3456415255225472333</id><published>2010-06-17T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:35:36.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Beach Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative;width:400px;height:400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/beach_gear/set?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=19776332"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="beach gear" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnNHb3FKaVY2M3hHMDA2bWN3RW5mR0EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="beach gear" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="line-height:1%;position:absolute;bottom:2px;right:2px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fashion Trends &amp;amp; Styles - Polyvore" src="http://www.polyvorecdn.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px" title="Fashion Trends &amp;amp; Styles - Polyvore" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/beach_gear/set?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=19776332"&gt;beach gear&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1636278"&gt;smashergirl&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/vera_bradley_bags/shop?brand=Vera+Bradley&amp;amp;category_id=35"&gt;Vera Bradley bags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:0.75em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/old_navy_womens_mix_match/thing.outbound?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed-textlist&amp;amp;id=13068259"&gt;Old Navy Womens Mix &amp; Match Hipster Swim Bottoms&lt;/a&gt;, $17&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/hurley_only_plaid_womens_reversible/thing.outbound?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed-textlist&amp;amp;id=11211236"&gt;HURLEY Only Plaid Womens Reversible Swimsuit Top&lt;/a&gt;, $47&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/bonnie_marcus_live_laugh_love/thing.outbound?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed-textlist&amp;amp;id=18700295"&gt;Bonnie Marcus LIVE LAUGH LOVE FLIP FLOP&lt;/a&gt;, $25&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/vera_bradley_sweet_handheld_in/thing.outbound?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed-textlist&amp;amp;id=15217406"&gt;Vera Bradley Sweet Handheld in Palm Beach Gardens&lt;/a&gt;, $71&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lifes_beach_shell_multi_stone/thing.outbound?.embedder=1636278&amp;amp;.mid=embed-textlist&amp;amp;id=18392091"&gt;Life's a Beach Shell and Multi Stone Bracelet, Dower &amp; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBolQy_foUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lmUd3J6sja8/s200/rutabaga+in+ground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in my last post i mentioned beef and rutabaga stew and how GREAT it is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TaDa&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://caloriecountfood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Being Healthier &lt;/a&gt;asked me to post the recipe. (and since i LOVE posting recipes i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; say no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEF AND RUTABAGA STEW (makes five servings. 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; each.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb beef, fat trimmed and cut into cubes (i buy the stew meat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; its cheap and already cut up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large onion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chopped&lt;/span&gt; up in big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup dry red wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cube beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;worcha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;-shah-shire sauce ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 cloves garlic, chopped (this sounds like a lot but it mellows as it cooks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb rutabaga, peeled, chopped into 1-inch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 lb green beans, cut in half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;combine beef and flour in a large bowl. stir to coat the beef in the flour. in a large pot (dutch oven) cook the beef and chopped onion in a little bit of canola oil over medium-high heat until the beef is browned and the onion starts to get tender (about 4 minutes). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;add the wine, water, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;worcestershire&lt;/span&gt; sauce, thyme, black pepper, and olive oil to the pot. bring to a boil. reduce heat. cover. simmer 30 minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;add chopped rutabaga to pot. bring to a boil. reduce heat. cover. simmer 1 hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;add cut green beans. cover. simmer 20 minutes, or until beans are just tender and rutabaga is soft (like a cooked potato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBoldI8pIeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bI52QUfKvnQ/s1600/rutabaga+in+grocery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483736678825271778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBoldI8pIeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bI52QUfKvnQ/s200/rutabaga+in+grocery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rutabaga (also called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;swedish&lt;/span&gt; turnip, yellow turnip, or wax turnip) comes in a wax coating. peeling it it kinda irritating. i used a potato peeler. cutting it is difficult. you need a good knife! i cut it in half first.then i cut it into slices and cut the slices into cubes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;when the rutabaga is raw it looks exactly like what it is....a root. it's actually a cross between a cabbage and a turnip! (*thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;*) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBolq5vuNhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8ngd0zHYcMQ/s1600/rutabaga+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483736915262715410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBolq5vuNhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8ngd0zHYcMQ/s200/rutabaga+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;but once its cooked, it turns a orange color that looks like sweet potato. it has the consistency of potato too. and takes on the flavor of everything else in the stew. *scrumptious* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure this could also be done in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt;. from what i read about &lt;a href="http://busycooks.about.com/library/weekly/aa022103a.htm"&gt;converting a recipe for a slow cooker&lt;/a&gt;, i think you just reduce the liquid and cook this particular recipe on low 8-16 hours or high for 4-6 hours. but i have never actually TRIED it in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt; MYSELF....but i think i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(sorry about the cell phone pic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBuZ4TRw_PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-IkMGmUUvpo/s1600/beeeef+and+rutabaga+stew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484146163780222194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBuZ4TRw_PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-IkMGmUUvpo/s200/beeeef+and+rutabaga+stew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1376538153299683341?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1376538153299683341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1376538153299683341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1376538153299683341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1376538153299683341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/rutabaga.html' title='Rutabaga'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBolQy_foUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lmUd3J6sja8/s72-c/rutabaga+in+ground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-950200774775815051</id><published>2010-06-15T13:56:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:27:15.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Pineapple and Jerky Chicken</title><content type='html'>i had never ever bought a fresh pineapple before. i lumped them together with things in the produce section that i sometimes suspect are made of plastic...just there to make the grocery store LOOK cooler....because they look impossible to actually EAT. like fresh coconut. really?? is this for the elite few whose kitchen is big enough to store a jack-hammer? and cactus? who is eating this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely felt this way about rutabaga. and then i found a cool recipe for BEEF AND RUTABAGA STEW. it looked great and easy. and so i bought one of those suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBfKQX9cjAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uV6OZ7vV82g/s1600/rutabaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483073454005324802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBfKQX9cjAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uV6OZ7vV82g/s200/rutabaga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the stew turned amazing. and even though peeling the wax off of this turnip was a bit aggravating...and cutting it into 1-inch cubes required a lot of patience (and even more bicep), the fact that it tasted like potatoes in my stew for hardly any of the calories and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; really made it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, that's when i turned my attention to the other produce that seemed uneatable. fresh pineapple was on sale. and so i bought one. i brought it home. and cut it up into slices. and? delicious. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much better than the canned stuff. **yum**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also am currently cooking a new recipe. yes. that's right. while i am blogging i am also cooking. because its in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;. i love cooking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;. i feel like such a multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tasker&lt;/span&gt;! the recipe is &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/recipe/Jerk-Turkey-Slow-Cooker-Soup-from-Weight-Watchers-158611"&gt;JERK CHICKEN STEW&lt;/a&gt;. the recipe called for turkey...but i used chicken. check out the recipe in that link! you pretty much put spices on chicken and put the chicken in the bottom of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;....and then pour this lovely mixture on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBe_NgFK1SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZrT8rgPkpPY/s1600/jerk+chicken+stew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483061310017688866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBe_NgFK1SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZrT8rgPkpPY/s200/jerk+chicken+stew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after 7 hours of cooking it on low, you stir in some cilantro and lime juice. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know yet how it turned out....since, as i said, it's still cooking. but that bowl full of onions, garlic, tomatoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt; peppers, and black beans smelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good. i did make a few modifications to the recipe to make it a lot LESS SODIUM. i used garlic powder instead of garlic salt. i also used no-salt added diced tomatoes and a fresh chopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt; instead of canned tomatoes with green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt;. and instead of chicken broth, i used a cup of water and salt-free chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;. so, hopefully, when i get home from the gym tonight, my house will smell amazingly wonderful and i will have THIS waiting for me in the crock pot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBfRyEq9EeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3fQAJRMCxlw/s1600/jerk+chicken+stew+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483081729524437474" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBZQozxfzaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VD16VPOKqf8/s200/scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoooo&lt;/span&gt;!! i got to end my 6-week session on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt; note. i lost 5 lb. FIVE!!!! as you can see from my side bar, the last 6 weeks have been rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of a roller-coaster ride. i did awesome this week. i tracked my points. exercised. cooked. planned. took my blood pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. and counted sodium. i even started taking a multi vitamin. (*holy healthy habits, batman!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now weigh 244 lb. i lost 8 lb these last 6 weeks. so that makes my &lt;strong&gt;total loss 21 lb in 12 weeks!&lt;/strong&gt; i am going to post my measurements when i get them. i know my belly has gotten so much smaller. and my jeans that i could HARDLY button (some days not at all) are BIG on me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a great feeling. i have pulled out some of my old clothes and have been able to wear some of the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how many nicer clothes were available to me when i was just big. being super-big really limits your clothes options. its incredible what good-feeling, good-fitting clothes can do for my mood. i cant wait til i can squeeze into my currently-too-small clothes that are stuffed in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one has really noticed any weight loss yet. (except for my mom, husband and one super sweet friend that knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying to lose weight.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, though. i really prefer it that way :0) i really do not like people knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; on a diet. and i HATE when people scan my body trying to see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; dropped any pounds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;! freaks me out! the most important thing is that i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my jeans know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-2668921105772816057?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2668921105772816057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=2668921105772816057&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2668921105772816057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2668921105772816057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/wooo-hoooo-i-got-to-end-my-6-week.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In: -5 lb (244 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBZQozxfzaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VD16VPOKqf8/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1414421421883837427</id><published>2010-06-10T09:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:48:27.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481142208317603506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBDtzFIrvrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wpV9mDFM7dA/s200/healthy-food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;why am i always surprised by how delicious healthy food is? i mean, the wicked witch tempted snow white with an APPLE. and eve SAW that the FRUIT of the tree was good and SO she ate it. healthy food is really quite delightful. so why. why. WHY is bad food, fast food, fatty food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resist&lt;/span&gt;?? why is it that after a stressful day at work, or when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; feeling super anxious, or when i get bad news i WANT the most terrible food i can imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened just last week. i was super stressed out when i left work. i was looking for a food fix. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; headed for a local farmers market or the produce section of a grocery store. no. in fact i LITERALLY passed BOTH a farmers market and a grocery store on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MCDONALDS&lt;/span&gt;. i was sure i could hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ronald&lt;/span&gt; laughing at me as i drove off with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mcchicken&lt;/span&gt; sandwich, double cheese burger and ice cream cone. (*yum*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really. that episode shows how much PROGRESS i have made. leaps and bounds. i have been known (in the past) to hit two DIFFERENT fast food restaurants on the way home from work. and then go home and have dinner. (*not my finest moment*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i obviously cant do that any more. but i still THINK about doing it! i need to replace my thoughts of all the weird bad-for-me junk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; used to thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a LOAF of french bread AND a BRICK of brie cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pint of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jerry's&lt;/span&gt; creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;brule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enchiladas (oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; food......)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a king sized snickers bar for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a dozen chicken wings with a ton of blue cheese dressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;those were just a few of my classic go-to "go-away-pain" or "party-in-my-mouth" foods. which is pretty tame considering other things i have heard people binging on (like bread slathered with butter and then dipped in sugar, or spaghetti sandwiches!) i have to get these out of my head. not that i cant ever have them or NEVER think of them. but the dwelling must stop. i should be thinking about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dolmades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home-made smoothies (yogurt, frozen fruit, milk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watermelon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raspberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sushi!!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ooooooh&lt;/span&gt;....so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pretty much anything from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aladdins&lt;/span&gt; (a natural eatery that makes healthy food taste amazingly wonderful. in a way that i can never do on my own.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what are some crazy bad foods you used to love? what are some healthy foods and snacks that you find wonderful and delicious??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1414421421883837427?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1414421421883837427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1414421421883837427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1414421421883837427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1414421421883837427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-am-i-always-surprised-by-how.html' title='Food'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TBDtzFIrvrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wpV9mDFM7dA/s72-c/healthy-food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1276087986334050358</id><published>2010-06-08T11:29:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:22:13.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon-Herb Tuna Steak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TA5i-Inu0dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rkUiii20sdI/s1600/tuna+steak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480426616162013650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TA5i-Inu0dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rkUiii20sdI/s200/tuna+steak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despite the very upsetting news i received yesterday, i really had a wonderful day. it was day one of my new plan. and i kicked butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried a new recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemon-Herb Tuna Steaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup sodium free broth (made with sodium-free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zest of 1 lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juice of 1/2 lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 shallot, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cloves garlic, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tuna steaks (or any other white fish steak) &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;put all the ingredients in a gallon-sized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zip lock&lt;/span&gt; bag. marinate 30 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; it look good already?? (i love how my new "sorry" game is in the background of these pics! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;verrrry&lt;/span&gt; professional!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TA5lqM0VRBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LB8Lw0jFyIs/s1600/tuna+steak+m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429572226106386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TA5lqM0VRBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LB8Lw0jFyIs/s200/tuna+steak+m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take the fish out and broil 5 inches from heat for 5 minutes on each side (brushing twice with marinade) or until fish flakes easily with a fork.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made some green beans with garlic and olive oil and a half a sweet potato. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i followed the core plan perfectly. i also earned 6 activity points! i mowed the lawn for a half hour. and then i went for an hour walk on the lake. &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to get healthy. i want it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad it hurts. i hate that i have diabetes. and high blood pressure. it feels unreal. cant be true. cant be true.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was looking over my lab results and the good news is that my cholesterol is great! my cholesterol is good over all....AND even better, my good cholesterol is higher than my bad cholesterol. small victory. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take 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;&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;my health scares me. but what scares me more is ME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; scared that no matter what consequences i face that i will never man-up and do what i have to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; scared that i love food and hate work too much to ever really DO anything substantial. &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant let that be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1276087986334050358?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1276087986334050358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1276087986334050358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1276087986334050358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1276087986334050358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/lemon-herb-tuna-steak.html' title='Lemon-Herb Tuna Steak'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TA5i-Inu0dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rkUiii20sdI/s72-c/tuna+steak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3124951892349303282</id><published>2010-06-07T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:32:47.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIABETES</title><content type='html'>i have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-3124951892349303282?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3124951892349303282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3124951892349303282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3124951892349303282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3124951892349303282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/diabetes.html' title='DIABETES'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8586741082628420794</id><published>2010-06-07T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:19:20.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In: 249 lb (-2 lb)</title><content type='html'>well. im down 2 lb. which is crazy because i had a party in my mouth the last seven days and didnt break a sweat once. this is ridiculous. what am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today im back on track. let's stop the games. its on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8586741082628420794?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8586741082628420794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8586741082628420794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8586741082628420794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8586741082628420794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekly-weigh-in-249-lb-2-lb.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In: 249 lb (-2 lb)'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8122115031040908883</id><published>2010-06-05T08:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:01:58.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the POINT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TApM3oFD1jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ivzRQZhCwXA/s1600/weight+watchers+jaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479276415184786994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TApM3oFD1jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ivzRQZhCwXA/s200/weight+watchers+jaba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i need something. i can feel it starting to slip. i want to give up. this towel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been carrying around is getting super heavy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; ready to throw it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then what? my blood pressure is scary.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not the only one who is scared. my husband shocked me last night night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been thinking a lot about how i feel lately. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; really thought that my health was scaring anyone else...and then last night my darling husband said, very matter-of-fact, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so scared for you, i am almost in tears." he sees that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been slipping up....giving up...giving in.  and he's scared. not scared of me not losing weight...scared of me not waking up. this is so important. why do i constantly fail myself? my last weigh-in was horrible. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even post about it. (i snuck it on the side bar and my ticker) this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; going to be any better. but failure is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that said, i need structure. i need something different. i know many people love weight watchers and have lost a ton of weight with it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never really thought it was for me.  it involves COUNTING....which is iffy...but the MEASURING...is a deal breaker. i cant (or wont) do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend (love you bean!) is a weight watchers leader. she met with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; and gave me the low down.  explained it very very well. and gave me an ELECTRONIC POINTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CALCULATOR&lt;/span&gt; that even DEDUCTS FROM YOUR POINTS ALLOWANCE for you! the great news is that there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; as much measuring as i thought. now that there are "set points" where you assign a points value to a "reasonable" amount of a certain food. so if i have chicken breast, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to measure 3 oz and count it as 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt;...i can eat a reasonable amount and count it as 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt;. much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that only leaves one decision to make:&lt;br /&gt;CORE (simply filling) plan or the FLEX plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SIMPLY FILLING plan involves less counting of points....but it's more restrictive as far as food. the FLEX plan is less restrictive....but involves more counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the math and discovered that in an average (well-behaved day) i would have much much much more points left with the FLEX plan. the other good news is that i can switch from week to week. do one week SIMPLY FILLING and one week FLEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did have two questions about the SIMPLY FILLING plan that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend weight-watchers leader could not answer (she is trying to find out and will get back to me).  maybe some one out there in the blogger world could help???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the simply filling plan, you are allowed a whole grain or potato or pasta ONCE a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;do YAMS (SWEET POTATOES) count in this category? can i only have a yam once a day? and if i have a yam, does that mean that i cannot have rice that same day (without using some of my 35 weekly flex points)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my next question is about POPCORN.  in the simply filling plan, is 94% fat free popcorn a "filling food" or do i have to use my weekly points if i eat it?  and if so, does it count as a grain?  and can i only have it once a day...meaning that i cannot have popcorn AND rice in the same day (without using some of my 35 weekly flex points). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;any one who can answer either of those questions is my HERO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;....i am a weight watcher. i am going to try it for 6 weeks. let's hope i can hang in there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8122115031040908883?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8122115031040908883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8122115031040908883&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8122115031040908883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8122115031040908883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-point.html' title='what&apos;s the POINT'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TApM3oFD1jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ivzRQZhCwXA/s72-c/weight+watchers+jaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6552232811978028177</id><published>2010-06-01T11:04:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:24:43.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5K Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477826232128918082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUl73NcUkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AZ5iCzQ2FsI/s200/z+shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think of myself as a nervous person. the things that get most people rattled, get me excited. that's why i am always so surprised when my body completely IGNORES the fact that i am 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.....and decides to start acting like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened when i moved to AZ. even though i was so excited and happy about leaving, i was up the whole night before i left....throwing up. it took me forever to realize it was nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same thing happened with my wedding. i had been waiting for this day for so long and i was ecstatic to get to wear my dress and get my hair done and cut the cake and dance at my reception.....oh, yeah, AND get married. but, yet again, my body decided to to act all scared. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the same thing happened with this 5K. i was super thrilled at the idea! i knew it was only 3 miles. i can walk 3 miles! but the night before, panic set in. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep and was sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when it hit me. my body gave the same reaction to a 5K as it did to LIFE ALTERING EVENTS (moving across country and getting married). this was huge for me. it's something completely out of character for me. not just "something i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; done before"....for me it means so much more. its a big part of the steps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; taking to be the person i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the morning of the 5K, i got up at 7 am. had 2 eggs and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of whole wheat toast and i was out the door. when we got there, i had to register (because i am a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-register). the sad thing is that they ran out of the cool orange tee-shirts...so i had to put my name on a list and they will let me know when more come in. a record number of people showed up...so not only did they run out of shirts, they also ran out of numbers!! but i (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mwah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;-ha) got the last one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hooooo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; i look all official?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUoTg7dCGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4Hvj50dz8K4/s1600/z+me+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477828837488003170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUoTg7dCGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4Hvj50dz8K4/s200/z+me+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing at the starting line waiting to begin. it was a such a gorgeous day! perfect weather. blue sky. light breeze. around 70 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUoXhx9xbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HlNyYsibYN0/s1600/z+waiting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477828906436117938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUoXhx9xbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HlNyYsibYN0/s200/z+waiting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the bell rang and we all starting going. walking..running....people passing. people passing.....people passing. then it hit me. oh. my. god. i am REALLY going to be the LAST one. i had joked about this. but i never actually thought it would HAPPEN. i was going as fast as i COULD. my legs were burning. burning. burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUnUGM-Y7I/AAAAAAAAALg/iXD9XTeRG8Y/s1600/z+start.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477827747981976498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUnUGM-Y7I/AAAAAAAAALg/iXD9XTeRG8Y/s200/z+start.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some very kind friends kept the slow pace with me. which was extremely kind of them....especially since i know it was just a stroll for them. and i did tell them on numerous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; that they could go ahead. but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;. good friends. and we really WERE pretty much the last ones. one of my friends kept looking behind us and assuring me that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; COMPLETELY last....there was one person behind us....a pregnant lady....pushing a stroller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but FINALLY! the finish line. it was just like those stories that i never believe about child birth....how its the worst agony of your life...but the second you see your baby you forget all the pain. i felt that. when i saw that finish line. all i felt was joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUmmU8WGJI/AAAAAAAAALY/4MPPRfLxY_M/s1600/z+finish+line.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477826961664776338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUmmU8WGJI/AAAAAAAAALY/4MPPRfLxY_M/s200/z+finish+line.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my time was a pathetic 1:01:21. but i did it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the only person in the world who did a happy dance because she finished a 5K in an hour! but that was GREAT time for me! that's a pace of more than 3 miles an hour. and for me, to keep that pace for an hour is outstanding! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; i look happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUkmEeCF1I/AAAAAAAAALI/SYrARNsxE9Y/s1600/z+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824758219413330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUkmEeCF1I/AAAAAAAAALI/SYrARNsxE9Y/s200/z+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 5K, my mom (who was one of the friends that walked with me) took me to lunch. we got my absolute FAVORITE.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; food! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; it look great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUiHLkeNrI/AAAAAAAAALA/vYecyH6Dl5o/s1600/z+indian+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822028526270130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUiHLkeNrI/AAAAAAAAALA/vYecyH6Dl5o/s200/z+indian+food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we spent the afternoon sitting on her back deck playing games and enjoying her view. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUhrAQeUaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tC6mEGcPD3w/s1600/z+mom+back+yard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477821544453263778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUhrAQeUaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tC6mEGcPD3w/s200/z+mom+back+yard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice spending time with her. its funny how parents go from being your whole world to hardly ever seeing them. it had been too long since we just hung out. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, next year my goal is to do the 5K again. yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it. just do it again. if i can walk/run that would be even better. more than anything i just want to be still doing this. i want to still be eating healthy (for the most part) and exercising. i want to still be taking those steps to become who i want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6552232811978028177?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6552232811978028177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6552232811978028177&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6552232811978028177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6552232811978028177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/5k-day.html' title='5K Day'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/TAUl73NcUkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AZ5iCzQ2FsI/s72-c/z+shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5825981387919322430</id><published>2010-05-25T13:07:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:31:50.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Random Things About Smasher Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a dishwasher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;so, really, this could read, "i have a lot of dirty dishes." actually, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DOOO&lt;/span&gt; have a dishwasher. it's just in my bedroom at the moment. my wonderful husband is WORKING on getting it installed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. i cannot throw up in a toilet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or any container. so, really, this could read, "my husband has an extremely patient and understanding bedside manner." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jehovah's&lt;/span&gt; witness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, to answer the most common follow-up question: "yes, i ACTUALLY go around knocking on people's doors." and it's the most rewarding thing i have ever done with my time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like coffee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, really, this could read, "i am NOT a morning person." i really wish i could swallow the stuff. just cant. cant do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. i learned to drive stick by buying a brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toyota&lt;/span&gt; that was a stick shift. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, this could also read, "i am kinda stubborn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; always think things through." my life was literally threatened EVERY day the first 2 weeks i owned it. i would stall out on the on-ramp of the freeway during RUSH hour each morning. every morning. that long line of cars was all because of ME....and people made sure i KNEW it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. i love to cook. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i got married 5 years ago, i could not cook at ALL. i asked for cookbooks for my wedding shower at work. the funny thing is, i just realized recently that i like to cook. it shocked me. especially since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; liked it all along and never knew it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. the only 2 foods i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like are croutons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mirange&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, this could also read, "i love food." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;....that COULD have something to do with me needing to lose more than 100 pounds!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. i am a FREAK about food safety. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i opened a cafe for people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arizona&lt;/span&gt;. i had to take all these food safety classes and read all kinds of books. it scared me. i am in a constant mental war against botulism. i never go to the grocery store without a list. and it is organized by grocery store sections. i get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;perishable&lt;/span&gt; items (dairy and meat) last....so they are not in my cart too long. and then it's STRAIGHT home. and the food goes RIGHT in the fridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. if you really want to see me sweat, stand in front of the fridge with the door open for more than 5 seconds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; above) i can almost SEE the temperature start to rise....and bacteria start to grow......yes...i am nuts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. the first time i danced with my husband was outside in the rain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, this could really read, "i am a huge romantic." the car headlights were on and the car doors were open. "a kiss to build a dream on" was blaring over the car speakers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure i was barefoot....it was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arizona&lt;/span&gt;. so even though it was night time, it was super warm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it turns out there is one more thing about me. i went to the doctor yesterday. for a physical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. i have high blood pressure. and need medication.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i knew it was high. i hoped these last 9 weeks of diet and exercise would do the trick. it helped. but i need medicine. i am 28 years old and i need to be on medicine for my high blood pressure. i hate this. i hate what i have done to my body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this whole time that i have been losing weight i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been counting anything...not counting calories or points or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not a counter. i cant count. but now i have to. i have to count sodium mg. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;reallllly&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by this. i am not telling any one. i did this to myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a good reminder though. i started this weight loss journey because i was scared of the tingling in my hands, my headaches, dizziness....AND the worst: nose bleeds. i knew these symptoms were likely symptoms of high blood pressure. i thought if i just started eating right and exercising it would GO AWAY....and eventually (if i keep this up) it WILL. just not over night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;losing weight is not about skinny jeans. its about keeping my heart pumping...and my blood vessels from exploding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5825981387919322430?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5825981387919322430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5825981387919322430&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5825981387919322430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5825981387919322430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/ten-random-things-about-smasher-girl.html' title='Ten Random Things About Smasher Girl'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6107070180355285962</id><published>2010-05-25T11:42:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:41:10.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Journals and Chocolate Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_vwEwumjTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K4woPI_Ph28/s1600/journal+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475233736589479218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_vwEwumjTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K4woPI_Ph28/s320/journal+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my food journal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it lovely? (and i made that fancy bookmark.) in my last post i mentioned that writing down my food and exercise at the end of each day is super important. i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a logical REASON for why that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how, even if i have been gorging myself on brie cheese and french bread for the last 3 days, if i write it down, i am still on plan. some how, i pick up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; and pull myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, for ME, the physical book itself is JUST as important as writing in it each day. it has to be ME. it has to symbolize the person inside of me that shines through when i am doing the right thing for my body. it is hard to find such a book. which makes what i am about to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my food journal is almost out of pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friend bought this book for me. there were a bunch of different colors to choose from. each color had a description of a personality on it. ironically, when she read the description of the pink one (in case you havent guessed.....MY favorite color), she was surprised by how accurate it was! the picture is a little blury...this is what is says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are light-spirited, fun loving, and always up for a good time. people are attracted to your adventurous nature. luck seems to follow wherever you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each night, i write the date, how many days ive been on plan, when and what i ate, my fruits and veggies, how much i worked out, my dairy servings, and how much exercise i have left to do that week. and i also record my measurments and weigh-ins. it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v0CQu45TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GfIhMy4F6Po/s1600/journal+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475238091687519538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v0CQu45TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GfIhMy4F6Po/s320/journal+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously canNOT go to sleep unless i write in it first. and i am as opposite as you can get from OCD. it's just SOMETHING about writing in this journal that makes all the work i did that day feel real. feel worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of things i did....i made this super fast and easy dinner yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE CHIKEN over couscous. the whole dinner, including prep took 31 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Chocolate (Mole) Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp baking cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 package frozen chopped sweet peppers and onions&lt;br /&gt;16 oz salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, brown the sliced chicken in a little oil in a saute pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v4JLXogxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IracreEXXvY/s1600/chicken+mole+browning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475242608553394962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v4JLXogxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IracreEXXvY/s320/chicken+mole+browning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle the browned chicken with cocoa and cumin. stir to coat. add the salsa and frozen veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v5NzD9zgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Fcd13BNHFBg/s1600/chicken+mole+ingred.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475243787439427074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v5NzD9zgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Fcd13BNHFBg/s200/chicken+mole+ingred.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stir together. bring to a boil. reduce heat. cover. simmer 5 minutes or until peppers are tender. serve over cooked couscous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v5C6u9FHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pJy5ZAS6sB4/s1600/chicken+mole+done.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475243600520221810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_v5C6u9FHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pJy5ZAS6sB4/s200/chicken+mole+done.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love recipes like this that include some veggies in with the main course....this was super tasty! it came out pretty saucy, so even though i used plain couscous (who doesnt love couscous....and they cook in 5 mins!) the sauce soaked into it and gave it a lot of flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this made about 6 servings. so i have left overs in my fridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6107070180355285962?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6107070180355285962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6107070180355285962&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6107070180355285962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6107070180355285962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink-journals-and-chocolate-chicken.html' title='Pink Journals and Chocolate Chicken'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_vwEwumjTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K4woPI_Ph28/s72-c/journal+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1757230614617375291</id><published>2010-05-24T11:45:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:27:30.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In: -6 LB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qkdqbbChI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6IoliKhwBJg/s1600/CELEBRATE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474869126534728210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qkdqbbChI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6IoliKhwBJg/s200/CELEBRATE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i bet you can just imagine the happy dance i did in my kitchen after i got off the scale this morning! (yes, my scale is in my kitchen) i lost 6 lb this week. S.I.X. six! six six six!!! the BEST part of this six pound loss is that it makes my total loss so far (in 9 weeks) 20 lb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost 20 lb. i am awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week i exercised for 4 hours and 50 minutes. i ate out two times and made healthy choices each time. i also tracked all my food, exercise, water, and fruit/veggie intake on a daily basis. this helps me so much. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really understand it, but there is something about WRITING it down that makes this "eat right and exercise thing" so real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the city i live in has a lot of great parks. and i live on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lake. which looks like the ocean when you are standing in front of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qoje_8MGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NL_zrJPfmhU/s1600/durand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474873624592396386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qoje_8MGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NL_zrJPfmhU/s200/durand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;one park has a walking trail on the lake. i love going there to walk. the time really flies. and it is so beautiful there. it's like "oh, YEAH....this is why i need to get in shape...so i can walk around pretty places like this." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a picture of the view of the lake from one point on the trail. nine weeks ago, i quite literally could NOT walk more than a few minutes. and it was horrible. the change &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qlslWwhhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4riwpHH55Ik/s1600/durand+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474870482382652946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qlslWwhhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4riwpHH55Ik/s200/durand+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in my endurance is amazing. i also &lt;a href="http://jw.org/"&gt;downloaded some great bible-based articles &lt;/a&gt;on to my phone/mp3 player. they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; interesting. i listen to them when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; walking. and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; learned a lot! it makes me feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; accomplishing so much in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every weight loss journey sure has its ups and downs. and the "downs" really stink. but, man, the "ups" are really really great. a big part of enjoying the weight loss journey is being able to recognize the ups. and enjoy the ups! i love the ups! i live for the ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and having a good view to enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; hurt either! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qk9H-SstI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T92UE8gkmIE/s1600/DURAND+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474869667041555154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qk9H-SstI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T92UE8gkmIE/s200/DURAND+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2874580008802122334-1757230614617375291?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1757230614617375291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1757230614617375291&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1757230614617375291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1757230614617375291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-weigh-in-6-lb.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In: -6 LB'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_qkdqbbChI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6IoliKhwBJg/s72-c/CELEBRATE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6787875556881220857</id><published>2010-05-21T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:15:28.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger Beef Stir Fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_bW7lx85AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VOyAZUkDi7k/s1600/Mushroom-Beef-StirFry-755720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473798716357665794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_bW7lx85AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VOyAZUkDi7k/s320/Mushroom-Beef-StirFry-755720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this dinner was so good, easy, fast and healthy! i used asparagus, but broccoli could be used as well. (pretend that is BROWN rice in that picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stir Fry&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups mushrooms, halved&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lb asparagus, cut in 2-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;3 scallions, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup reduced sodium beef broth&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp light soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;8 oz steak, fat trimmed, sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;2 cups hot cooked brown rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spray a wok with cooking spray. stir fry the mushrooms, asparagus (or broccoli), and scallions for 3-4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; until crisp-tender. (DO NOT over cook as i have the tendency to do. they will cook as they sit.) remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add a little oil to wok and brown beef. in a bowl, mix the broth, soy sauce, ginger, and sugar. move the beef to the edges of the pan. pour the broth mixture in the middle. cook until the sauce is thick and bubbly and beef is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add back the veggies. stir to coat with the sauce and heat through. serve over the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing a lot better. i got the message last week. i need to eat right and exercise. no getting around it. and i cant do it half way. lunch today was marinated chicken thighs and salad with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tahini&lt;/span&gt;-yogurt dressing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it PRETTY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_biwU5ZkgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7AJRxTDtVJY/s1600/chicken+salad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473811716986475010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_biwU5ZkgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7AJRxTDtVJY/s320/chicken+salad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; even been enjoying the gym. i went in the morning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. i thought i would hate it....because i am NOT a morning person...or a night person....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; more of a "mid-afternoon" kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was great. it woke me up. i felt wonderful! and i love love love weights! it still really scares me when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing weights and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;.....it feels like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; wasting my precious gym time. the whole time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pumping iron (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) there is a voice in my head screaming, "GET ON THAT TREADMILL!!! YOU CAN LIFT THAT BARBELL AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT, BUT IT'S NOT GOING TO MAKE YOUR BUTT ANY SMALLER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice in my head has to work on her people skills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; hoping the weights make a difference in the long run! deep down i believe they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6787875556881220857?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6787875556881220857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6787875556881220857&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6787875556881220857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6787875556881220857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/ginger-beef-stir-fry.html' title='Ginger Beef Stir Fry'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_bW7lx85AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VOyAZUkDi7k/s72-c/Mushroom-Beef-StirFry-755720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8950258273498236980</id><published>2010-05-17T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:01:12.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In: +2 lb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_F0TAALTNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HuS7ZQFFsn4/s1600/Little_Girls_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472282891998940370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_F0TAALTNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HuS7ZQFFsn4/s320/Little_Girls_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i peter. i peter out. i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peterer&lt;/span&gt;. i dwindle. i give in. i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;, brave, disciplined and determined.....for a little while. i have been known to have great strength of character...for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decidedly&lt;/span&gt; short amount of time. and then? and then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done. i fade. this happens all the time and with seemingly zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;provocation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you haven't guessed, this week was not good. i gained 2 lb. yup. gained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were no big events that took place this week. nothing to place the blame on. just me. just me wanting to skate by...not wanting to work that hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is not an option. i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unhealthy&lt;/span&gt;. sick. my body cannot handle the stress. it deserves better. the people i love deserve better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i deserve better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8950258273498236980?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8950258273498236980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8950258273498236980&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8950258273498236980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8950258273498236980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-weigh-in-2-lb.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In: +2 lb'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S_F0TAALTNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HuS7ZQFFsn4/s72-c/Little_Girls_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5575825658899299809</id><published>2010-05-11T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:29:39.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artichokes With Lemon &amp; Olive Oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-nLGTPJ5UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4cbahU8Q50g/s1600/artichokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470126531521668418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-nLGTPJ5UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4cbahU8Q50g/s320/artichokes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im on an artichoke kick.  i made some lemon artichokes that were to DIE for.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 artichokees, trimmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 onion, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 scallions, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lemon, juiced and sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tbsp olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fresh thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put the artichokes in a big pot.  add the onion, scallions, juice from the lemon, the lemon slices and water.  pour a tbsp of olive oil on each artichoke. cover and simmer 35 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add the thyme and simmer 20 mins more or until artichokes are tender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;season with salt and pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5575825658899299809?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5575825658899299809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5575825658899299809&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5575825658899299809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5575825658899299809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/artichokes-with-lemon-olive-oil.html' title='Artichokes With Lemon &amp; Olive Oil'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-nLGTPJ5UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4cbahU8Q50g/s72-c/artichokes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7120147031117093696</id><published>2010-05-10T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:15:59.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillars and 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwvhZtaEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Dc7ed66jHMY/s1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469675340419655746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwvhZtaEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Dc7ed66jHMY/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when the caterpillar thought his life was over, he became a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;--Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that saying. I don’t know if it actually applies to me. But I do know that I have often felt and thought that I just couldn’t DO this anymore. And I have pushed through. And I have been more proud of myself at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to do a 5K. And now I’m actually going to DO it. Some one I cared for very much died June 12, 2009. She was in hospice care during her final hours. Thanks to Jehovah and the care she received, she died painlessly. The 5K that I am walking (probably very slowly) benefits a hospice house in the town she lived in. It is a beautiful place that provides palliative (comfort) care for the dying at NO COST TO THEM!!! I am proud to be able to support such wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will be very proud of myself when I get to that finish line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-7120147031117093696?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7120147031117093696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7120147031117093696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7120147031117093696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7120147031117093696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/caterpillars-and-5k.html' title='Caterpillars and 5K'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwvhZtaEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Dc7ed66jHMY/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7305138332122985618</id><published>2010-05-10T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:17:35.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In:  -3 LB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwEpI-XEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QJFrfs7ja_s/s1600/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469674603762572354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwEpI-XEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QJFrfs7ja_s/s200/winner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shock does not begin to describe the feeling I had when I stepped on the scale this morning. I was completely prepared for a gain this week. But the little hula girl on my weight loss ticker gets to move in the right direction today! YAY! I am currently 249. I’m out of the 250’s!! I am finally closer to 200 lb than 300 lb. I love this! I love love love a good weigh in. I love love love that I have something so great going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week: no more candy at work. We have candy bowls ALL over the place for “customers”….and I have been going nuts on it lately. Not this week. I am strong. I am fit. I am in control. (thanks &lt;a href="http://healthystride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meals this week include Heart Warming Chili, Puerto Rican Chicken, Oven “Fried” Fish, salads with chicken and steak, strawberries, grilled artichokes &amp;amp; mushrooms, mangos, corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work out schedule is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Latin Cardio (60 mins)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Zumba and Weights (60 mins)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Eliptical and Weights (60 mins)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Eliptical and Weights (60 mins)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And getting to the gym is going to be about ME and the GYM. If Buddy wants to come, that’s cool. I’d love to see her there. But that’s not what I am counting on to get ME there. I’m counting on Me for that!&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/2874580008802122334-7305138332122985618?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7305138332122985618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7305138332122985618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7305138332122985618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7305138332122985618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-weigh-in-3-lb.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In:  -3 LB'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-gwEpI-XEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QJFrfs7ja_s/s72-c/winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5690913781630242285</id><published>2010-05-09T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:55:36.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and The Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-ce4NC1V3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZOwtM-ao0Rs/s1600/jillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469374223387809650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-ce4NC1V3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZOwtM-ao0Rs/s200/jillian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bitch made me cry. this 20 minute work out is HARD. my husband (who is in half way decent shape) tried it and almost threw up! one of my goals was to do this work out every day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; scored about a D- on that....doing it about every OTHER day. it's only 20 minutes, but it's been hard to fit it in to my day. next week the goal is to do this every day AND go to the gym 3 times a week. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did get my weights program from a personal trainer. it seems way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; simple. not EASY because it hurts. but i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see how weights is actually going to make any kind of difference. but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to make getting to the gym more personal. it needs to be about ME and the GYM. when i signed up at the gym 6 weeks ago, a friend signed up with me. great, huh? awesome, right? sometimes yes, and most of the time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nooooo&lt;/span&gt;. she's a canceler, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flaker&lt;/span&gt;, a last minute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;escaper&lt;/span&gt;. which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; matter, right? except that it does. i feel great and ready for the gym...then i get that text telling me that her electricity is out and she cant leave her husband home alone, or she hit her head and has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concussion, or that her blood sugar is too low and she passed out, or that she tripped over a fan, or her chiropracter told her not to exercise, or that she had a root canal, or her dentist told her not to exercise.......the second i find out she's not coming all my desire to work out flies out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but the thing is, exercise is hard...i dont hold it against her that she USUALLY doesnt want to go...but that cant be the reason that i dont!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5690913781630242285?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5690913781630242285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5690913781630242285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5690913781630242285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5690913781630242285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bad-and-buddy.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and The Buddy'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-ce4NC1V3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZOwtM-ao0Rs/s72-c/jillian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-9014286162854367107</id><published>2010-05-09T16:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:40:45.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuh-Dahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cb6lsWhrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNmdA48KDIk/s1600/tanita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469370965829256882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cb6lsWhrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNmdA48KDIk/s200/tanita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out my &lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/search/search.aspx/tanita/?order_num=-1&amp;amp;sstr=tanita&amp;amp;dim=1&amp;amp;nty=1&amp;amp;"&gt;new kick butt crazy expensive amazingly accurate fancy scale&lt;/a&gt;! isnt she darling?? it's a Tanita InnerScan™ Body Composition Monitor Scale. i paid a hundred bucks for it to tell my all kinds of terrible things about myself. including that half of my body is fat and that my metabolic age is 50. yes. 50. and im only 28. but the most important thing is that this baby is accurate! &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;thank you to EVERYONE who gave me such awesome advice about a scale! i was going to buy a Weight Watchers scale, but then, i got curious about what brand of scale Weight Watchers uses for weekly weigh-ins before their meetings. happily, my best friend is a Weight Watchers leader, so i asked her.....and she said they use a Tanita scale. (i dont know if that is true everywhere, but its what they use here) and when i checked out what &lt;a href="http://pastaqueen.com/"&gt;Pasta Queen &lt;/a&gt;recommends, it was also a Tanita. so far, i am very happy with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-9014286162854367107?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9014286162854367107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=9014286162854367107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/9014286162854367107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/9014286162854367107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuh-dahhh.html' title='Tuh-Dahhh!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cb6lsWhrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TNmdA48KDIk/s72-c/tanita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1990319868235686137</id><published>2010-05-09T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:30:09.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cZYK9eKiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IhJtMbH2Rts/s1600/dory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469368175514495522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cZYK9eKiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IhJtMbH2Rts/s200/dory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am in a fog. everything is hazy. there is no ground under my feet. if the number on the scale tomorrow shows that i maintained this week, it will be a GIFT.  i haven't completely jumped off the deep end, but i definitely put my feet in the water. i keep repeating in my head "just keep going, just keep going...." i know that i need to be in this for a good solid year to get near my goal weight.  but this feeling i have isnt all about my physical health. i have checked out mentally and it is affecting everything.  there's no good reason for this.  and the two things that matter most and HELP me the most in feeling good are the two things that have been most affected: my physical health and spiritual health.  its only been about a week that this feeling has sunk its teeth into me, but i need to do something about it ASAP.  my physical health is a lot easier to work on than my spiritual health. i can see right now the things i did wrong this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. didnt cook ahead for lunches&lt;br /&gt;2. tried to do all my exercises at home instead of at the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i am scared of what the scale is going to say tomorrow.  but i am getting back on that flippin' horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1990319868235686137?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1990319868235686137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1990319868235686137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1990319868235686137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1990319868235686137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just Keep Swimming'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S-cZYK9eKiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IhJtMbH2Rts/s72-c/dory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4499867378916020800</id><published>2010-05-03T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:32:28.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99cZOVHFYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tu5Nl6RwHgU/s1600/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467190061064197506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99cZOVHFYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tu5Nl6RwHgU/s200/scale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?  reallllly?  is it THAT hard to get a scale that gives you an accurate number?  the scale i have now is really putting a damper on this weight loss thing.  i get on and it gives me one number, i get off and back on....and it gives me a different one....as many as 6 different readings in a 30 second time period.  and not just a few ounces or a pound...as much as 5 lbs.....yes, i know my weight tends to yo-yo, but not like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the times i wish that i actually had READERS of my blog....i need recommendations! where do i get such a scale?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4499867378916020800?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4499867378916020800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4499867378916020800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4499867378916020800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4499867378916020800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99cZOVHFYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tu5Nl6RwHgU/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-23141063671398892</id><published>2010-05-03T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:01:10.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99YdRs3AcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GhdAO0KMH2Y/s1600/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467185732642079170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99YdRs3AcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GhdAO0KMH2Y/s200/goals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day of a new 6 week rotation. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; set a few goals for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. weights 3 times a week.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting a weights program from a personal trainer at the gym i go to. weights scare me...but i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; ready!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jillian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;michael's&lt;/span&gt; 30 day shred EVERY day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was the first day...and i actually cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;/em&gt; blog once a week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes....i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; on a blogging rampage....but that will change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. keep up with house cleaning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who can eat right in a messy kitchen?? and who can go to they gym without any clean sports bras? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. not miss any meetings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a huge one. although i was really successful these last few weeks, my new healthy lifestyle distracted me from making my weekly congregation meetings. no more! i need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jehovah's&lt;/span&gt; help and "power beyond what is normal" to keep up my healthy new lifestyle! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. be yielding. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticking to a weight loss plan and blogging can lead to thinking about myself and what is best for me ALL the time...which is good to an extent, but i want to make sure that my christian personality improves with my health. so, i am working on being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yielding&lt;/span&gt;...not always having to have my way...especially with my wonderful, loving, supportive, handsome husband! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-23141063671398892?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/23141063671398892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=23141063671398892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/23141063671398892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/23141063671398892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-first-day-of-new-6-week.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99YdRs3AcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GhdAO0KMH2Y/s72-c/goals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1204385768147598192</id><published>2010-05-03T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:03:05.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-U-L-T-S!! Find Out What It Means To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Uum5e3eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B15cKxnOFXg/s1600/measure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467181632343432674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Uum5e3eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B15cKxnOFXg/s200/measure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time for some stats!! i only lost 13 lbs but a ton of inches. i could not believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NECK -1 inch&lt;br /&gt;ABOVE CHEST -0 inches&lt;br /&gt;CHEST -2 inches&lt;br /&gt;BICEP -1 inches&lt;br /&gt;FORARM -1 inches&lt;br /&gt;ABOVE WAIST -2.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;WAIST -4.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;HIPS -1 inch&lt;br /&gt;THIGH -0 inches&lt;br /&gt;CALF -0 inch&lt;br /&gt;BELLY (PREGO STYLE) -1.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL -14.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL CHEST/WAIST/HIPS -7.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE LOST  4.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT BMI: 46.1 &lt;em&gt;(lost 2.4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally amazed. who would have thought a meesley 13 lbs would make such a huge difference? not i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1204385768147598192?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1204385768147598192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1204385768147598192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1204385768147598192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1204385768147598192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/r-e-s-u-l-t-s-find-out-what-it-means-to.html' title='R-E-S-U-L-T-S!! Find Out What It Means To Me!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Uum5e3eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B15cKxnOFXg/s72-c/measure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4147455867281813978</id><published>2010-05-03T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:39:53.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase 1 Recipe:  Portabella Mushrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Pl24AAaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4BPQ9xi9KbA/s1600/mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467175984455221666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Pl24AAaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4BPQ9xi9KbA/s320/mushrooms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM! who said phase 1 can't be fun?  last time, phase 1 was very very hard.  and it was because i picked recipes i didnt much care for.  not this time. i was super careful in choosing my dinners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exibit A: &lt;br /&gt;PINE NUT AND GOAT CHEESE PORTABELLAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;4 portabella mushroom caps&lt;br /&gt;4 oz goat cheese, cut into 4 peices&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp pine nuts&lt;br /&gt;fresh snipped basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 375.  line a baking sheet with aluminum foil.  spread sauce on foil.  put mushroom caps gill side up on sauce.  top mushrooms with a peice cheese and 1 tbsp pine nuts.  bake for 30 mins.  sprinkle with basil.  serve! i put them over a bed of lettuce and had a delicious salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-4147455867281813978?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4147455867281813978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4147455867281813978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4147455867281813978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4147455867281813978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/phase-1-recipe-portabella-mushrooms.html' title='Phase 1 Recipe:  Portabella Mushrooms'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S99Pl24AAaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4BPQ9xi9KbA/s72-c/mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2495363125225927424</id><published>2010-05-03T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:31:08.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, That's the Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98dMfzTo5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UGiqQlkoeBw/s1600/diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467120573183402898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98dMfzTo5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UGiqQlkoeBw/s200/diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After being inspired by The Fat Smash Diet, I created my own eating plan that I knew would be best for me. My biggest problem is not losing weight. I can lose weight. The problem is being balanced and MAINTAING. Oh, the dreaded maintaining! I call it “Easy As 1-2-3.” There are 3 phases that make up a 6 week rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phase 1:&lt;/strong&gt; DETOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; fruits, veggies, 2 cups brown rice per day, 2 fat-free yogurts per day, 2 eggs per day, ½ cup oatmeal per day….as you can see….pretty restrictive….hence the word “DETOX”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; 2.5 hours of exercise per week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phase 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Deficiency (creating a calorie deficiency for weight loss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; meat, fruit, veggies, yogurt, cheese, oatmeal, cereal, brown rice….pretty much all healthy whole food in moderation until I’m full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; 3.75 hours of exercise per week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phase 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Determination (maintenance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; everything in moderation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 hours of exercise per week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Morning Snack&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon snack&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;After dinner snack (some times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has really worked for me. I definitely don’t think that it would for everyone, but I am soooo jazzed that I found something that I can stick to….hopefully forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2874580008802122334-2495363125225927424?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2495363125225927424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=2495363125225927424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2495363125225927424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2495363125225927424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-being-inspired-by-fat-smash-diet.html' title='So, That&apos;s the Plan'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98dMfzTo5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UGiqQlkoeBw/s72-c/diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-8282194664070029858</id><published>2010-05-03T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:59:07.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I've Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98cs5N9oxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Be7An5rrCcY/s1600/starting+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467120030250279698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98cs5N9oxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Be7An5rrCcY/s200/starting+line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what have I been up to for the last billion years?  Before march 22nd, I could have summed that up in one word: NOTHING.  Don’t get me wrong…I had been doing pretty well in most aspects of my life…just not the aspect that affected my physical health.  And I was really fine with that.  Until I wasn’t.  I don’t know exactly what it was that made me decide that enough was enough.  Maybe that my blood pressure was scary high, or that I was pretty sure my blood sugar was through the roof, or that I could only walk a few feet before I was winded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big part was that I had a strong desire to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://watchtower.org/"&gt;do my best to follow bible principles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, including the one found at 1 Timothy 4:8 where it says, &lt;strong&gt;“Bodily training is beneficial.”&lt;/strong&gt;  And especially Proverbs 23:20 which says, &lt;strong&gt;“Don’t stuff yourself with food.”&lt;/strong&gt;   But that wasn’t the biggest reason I decided to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest reason was that I was ready.  I am ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-8282194664070029858?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8282194664070029858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=8282194664070029858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8282194664070029858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/8282194664070029858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-ive-been.html' title='How I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S98cs5N9oxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Be7An5rrCcY/s72-c/starting+line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-4877213112910697939</id><published>2010-05-02T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:33:40.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK...From Outer Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S93k7zfk8UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5sgfVKIbaK8/s1600/outer+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777238783717698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S93k7zfk8UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5sgfVKIbaK8/s200/outer+space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm back. from outer space. it was so terrible reading those old posts. i'm glad that person is a distant memory. things are so much better now. so much has happened. the most important thing was reconnecting with my faith. but the most important blog related thing is that i'm on plan again. i've beeeen on plan for 6 weeks now. &lt;strong&gt;i lost 13 lbs.&lt;/strong&gt; i really expected to fail. but i surprised myself. and the one thing that i still feel the SAME about from when i USED to write on this blog is that i want my weight loss documented.....but im leaving out the grusome photos...maybe later :-) it feel like this is really going to happen for me. i am so much more grounded and have so much more support. i am also much less selfish. while in outer space i realized that ive been wrong....it turns out the world does NOT revolve around me. &lt;/span&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/2874580008802122334-4877213112910697939?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4877213112910697939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=4877213112910697939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4877213112910697939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/4877213112910697939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-backfrom-outer-space.html' title='I&apos;m BACK...From Outer Space'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/S93k7zfk8UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5sgfVKIbaK8/s72-c/outer+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-1214000798491952545</id><published>2008-11-02T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:33:18.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Old Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQ4x9QVwQfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9PI2I45Vt3I/s1600-h/grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199942870680050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQ4x9QVwQfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9PI2I45Vt3I/s320/grapes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ive been on a rather extended "vacation" the last few weeks. tomorrow it's back to the old grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i feel about this? mad that im a grown up and have to pay for my rent, phone, car insurance, and food. it would be a lot easier if i was just independently wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, being at work is good for being on plan. it's structured and there isnt a lot of junk food available (usually). i also only get a half hour for lunch. so i HAVE to bring my lunch. it might as well be healthy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went clothes shopping today. yuck. the last time i went to Lane Bryant, i was a PETITE RED 3. now. oh god. im a PETITE RED 7. yes. freaking S-E-V-E-N. and they were T-I-G-H-T. i was also wearing 14/16 on top last time i was there....i just bought two sweaters size 26/28. this is why i am for gun control. if i owned a gun....well, it would be messy. (any ways...that's a photo one of the sweaters i got)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQ41Y2FP2SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aJG3XJzsuKM/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264203715393345826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQ41Y2FP2SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aJG3XJzsuKM/s200/shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really havent been doing any thing to better myself. ive been sending out a lot of good thoughts? does that count? my hips say "no".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just boggles my mind that i have gained all this weight. i didnt FEEL myself getting fatter....and it all happened in a matter of weeks. like a few months. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why when i read all those bloggers out there who have a 1 lb or 2 lb loss and are disappointed in themselves i want to SCREEEEEAAAAAM. even if there is a zero loss!! if you are on plan all week, CELEBRATE!!! you did it!!! one more week that you DID it!!! enjoy it. be happy about it. brag about it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-1214000798491952545?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1214000798491952545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=1214000798491952545&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1214000798491952545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/1214000798491952545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-old-grind.html' title='Back to the Old Grind'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQ4x9QVwQfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9PI2I45Vt3I/s72-c/grapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-759151836307890393</id><published>2008-10-27T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:35:57.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQYmHqD-7FI/AAAAAAAAADk/jk3ZzRiNQhE/s1600-h/fat+smash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261935127620938834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQYmHqD-7FI/AAAAAAAAADk/jk3ZzRiNQhE/s200/fat+smash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank you to everyone who gave me such great advice about an eating plan. after careful consideration, i have settled on a PLAN! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fatsmashdiet.com/"&gt;THE FAT SMASH DIET&lt;/a&gt;. it is everything i have been looking for. it's doable and healthy. it consists of different phases. it combines healthy eating with exercise. my good friend who agreed to start a diet plan with me is doing it too. she weighed in this morning to discover that she is a lot heavier than she thought. hmmmm....that sounds familiar. she is the same height as i am and weighs 170 lbs. ironically, that is my goal weight! but her LOSS will be my GAIN (literally) since ive already called dibs on all her current clothes which will be toooo big for her but will fit me JUST RIGHT at the end of this adventure! things are starting to feel a bit better for the smasher girl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQYl7iGZdfI/AAAAAAAAADc/rzNfDdvcniU/s1600-h/eeyore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934919325152754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQYl7iGZdfI/AAAAAAAAADc/rzNfDdvcniU/s320/eeyore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2874580008802122334-759151836307890393?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQYmHqD-7FI/AAAAAAAAADk/jk3ZzRiNQhE/s72-c/fat+smash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2642931634821900217</id><published>2008-10-24T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:34:30.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Trainer</title><content type='html'>ive been doing a lot of sitting this week.  house sitting. dog sitting. baby sitting.  it was a lot of fun! my friend is a foster parent of three foster kids.  she also has two huge dogs.  and a wii.  apparantly that is all you need for some serious exercise to happen! it was a great week.  my friend also said that she wants to lose weight.  she only needs to lose about 30 lbs.  she wants to start a diet and exercise plan with me!! i am sooooo grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue brindle dog on the left is a great personal trainer! he got the idea to run when we were out for a walk.  it caught me off guard and lets just say, i didnt have much choice in the matter.  i also had a boxing competition with her oldest foster kid on the wii.....and well, everything hurts.  ouch.  yet it feeeels goooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQHl_VacCII/AAAAAAAAADU/KD9vgnEEtMo/s1600-h/melo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQHl_VacCII/AAAAAAAAADU/KD9vgnEEtMo/s200/melo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260738715988002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Trainer'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SQHl_VacCII/AAAAAAAAADU/KD9vgnEEtMo/s72-c/melo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-975025529591393669</id><published>2008-10-20T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:17:48.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Muscle Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPzZVYVeFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/dD7iP-IctQs/s1600-h/human+muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPzZVYVeFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/dD7iP-IctQs/s200/human+muscles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259317426194880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only am a struggling to get my muscles moving again, but im also struggling to get all their names in my head.  i have a major lab practical tomorrow and it's all i can think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any nurses out there know how hard nursing school is. i dont know how any one does this.  and muscles are just a very small part of the horror that awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to everyone who left a comment on my SOS post.  i still dont think ive decided for sure on a eating plan.  weight watchers sounds really good, but i cannot afford it.  and i dont know if i can figure it all out on my own.  really all my brain power is going to Human Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me LUCK!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-975025529591393669?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/975025529591393669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=975025529591393669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/975025529591393669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/975025529591393669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-kind-of-muscle-pain.html' title='A New Kind of Muscle Pain'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPzZVYVeFkI/AAAAAAAAADM/dD7iP-IctQs/s72-c/human+muscles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3387838211718097617</id><published>2008-10-15T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:28:16.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPYqQs8qUDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jHTySL_i1k8/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPYqQs8qUDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jHTySL_i1k8/s320/thinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257436081433497650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ive been racking my brain trying to pick an eating plan.  im not the kind of person who cant "just make healthy choices"...i need a plan.  ive been thinking about weight watchers.  the core plan sounds better to me because it doesnt involve so much counting.  i would imagine that figuring out how many points everything is would be really really hard.  and i dont like the idea of buying pre-made food (like lean cuisines, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im open to anything!  i really need some suggestions and tricks that might be helpful!  what plan should i pick??&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/2874580008802122334-3387838211718097617?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3387838211718097617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3387838211718097617&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3387838211718097617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3387838211718097617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sos.html' title='S.O.S!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPYqQs8qUDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jHTySL_i1k8/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5459976209010632481</id><published>2008-10-14T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:44:47.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPU87duFRKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DFgJ7gEd6c0/s1600-h/bo+peep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPU87duFRKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DFgJ7gEd6c0/s200/bo+peep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257175132312781986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an earlier post, i said that decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/funshine-bear-vs-grumpy-bear.html"&gt;think of dieting as a GOOD thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not a BAD thing.  &lt;a href="http://poursuitedevie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;val&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;left a great comment suggesting that i make a list of things i can do that will make me feel good INSTEAD of eating.  this is a great idea since, as val also pointed out, being on a diet feels especially awful when ive had a bad day and cant use my favorite anesthesia--FOOD (especially of the junk variety!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after careful consideration.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blog&lt;br /&gt;2. read a magazine&lt;br /&gt;3. write in my food journal&lt;br /&gt;4. study (this wont feel good right away...but being in nursing school, it will make me feel less stressed!)&lt;br /&gt;5. go on ebay or craigslist&lt;br /&gt;6. do a google image search for puppies (no, that's not a joke...im lame)&lt;br /&gt;7. buy make up&lt;br /&gt;8. go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;9. text a friend&lt;br /&gt;10. get a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  some of those things might be a bit pricey....but so is my addiction to food!  all those fast food joints add up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5459976209010632481?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5459976209010632481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5459976209010632481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5459976209010632481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5459976209010632481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPU87duFRKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DFgJ7gEd6c0/s72-c/bo+peep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-5426964138534198063</id><published>2008-10-14T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:39:29.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omjNKjdIR1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omjNKjdIR1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl looks amazing.  she had weight loss surgery.  it makes me remember that there IS a small frame inside of me.  and makes me really curious to SEE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-5426964138534198063?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5426964138534198063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=5426964138534198063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5426964138534198063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/5426964138534198063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing.html' title='AMAZING!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3892878138267577078</id><published>2008-10-14T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:26:39.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSP18GALfI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjjB1EgHtSU/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSP18GALfI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjjB1EgHtSU/s400/glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984821875355122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my last blog i wrote about seeing things clearly.  well now that will be even easier bc i got these adorable new glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that cute little design on the side?  i love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-3892878138267577078?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3892878138267577078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3892878138267577078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3892878138267577078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3892878138267577078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-my-last-blog-i-wrote-about-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSP18GALfI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjjB1EgHtSU/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-2241492054075380214</id><published>2008-10-14T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:24:33.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funshine Bear Vs. Grumpy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSNDv3Ze-I/AAAAAAAAACk/1KOnu-HzRgs/s1600-h/grumpy+bear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSNDv3Ze-I/AAAAAAAAACk/1KOnu-HzRgs/s200/grumpy+bear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256981760576158690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to act, feel, and speak as if dieting is some kind of corporal punishment.  it's easy to have thoughts like, "my car broke down, i had a root canal, i bounced a check, and im eating healthy and exercising.  can my day GET any WORSE?"  taking care of my body should not be grouped in a category of "day ruiners"...it should be the sunny part, the bright side, the consolation prize.  if my week has been awful, i should think, "everything is falling a part, but at least im still on plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i am going to make it that way.  i will be happy about this change! at first it might be a major struggle. like funshine bear and grumpy bear in a WWF cage match in my head.  but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joannewantstobefree.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-but-no-cigar.html"&gt;joanne's post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shows that she's doing it.  why cant i?  it's all the way i decide to see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSMTP5UL3I/AAAAAAAAACU/o8ZMuorSJhI/s1600-h/funshine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSMTP5UL3I/AAAAAAAAACU/o8ZMuorSJhI/s200/funshine.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256980927360544626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-2241492054075380214?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2241492054075380214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=2241492054075380214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2241492054075380214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/2241492054075380214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/funshine-bear-vs-grumpy-bear.html' title='Funshine Bear Vs. Grumpy Bear'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPSNDv3Ze-I/AAAAAAAAACk/1KOnu-HzRgs/s72-c/grumpy+bear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-3108071513356945526</id><published>2008-10-13T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:09:29.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Power of......SOMETHING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPOLeMeccuI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yvp3q0w3ZNI/s1600-h/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPOLeMeccuI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yvp3q0w3ZNI/s200/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256698540932756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where it's coming from, but i seem to have the power to actually do this.  i was completely unprepared this morning, but i managed to stay on plan for breakfast and lunch.  then suddenly, out of no where, i got a surge of something.  it felt kinda familiar...EXCITEMENT?  i havent been excited about anything in a long time, so i might be mistaken.  but it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to hurry up and jump on that wave before it dies back into the ocean of drudgery.  im going to make some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/vegetarian-chili-recipe/index.html"&gt;healthy vegetarian chili&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  and some of the &lt;a href="http://kalynskitchen.blogspot.com/2007/07/worlds-best-tzatziki-sauce-recipe-greek.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world's best tzatziki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to eat with veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy non-american food.  i love indian and greek.  so my plan is to make a bunch of healthy food along those lines.  that way i will look forward to what i CAN eat and not look back to what i can NOT eat.  that sounds good in theory, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note, i will also make some &lt;a href="http://www.route79.com/food/channa-masala.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHANA MASALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that comes out good everytime i make it. it's indian spiced chickpeas that is delicious over rice.  the recipe calls for regular potatos, but i use sweet potatos. i have the power to change things.  i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPOLJma8x8I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZJTurhzLFSE/s1600-h/chana+masala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPOLJma8x8I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZJTurhzLFSE/s200/chana+masala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256698187120166850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-3108071513356945526?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3108071513356945526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=3108071513356945526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3108071513356945526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/3108071513356945526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-power-ofsomething.html' title='By the Power of......SOMETHING!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPOLeMeccuI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yvp3q0w3ZNI/s72-c/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-9134147137487676688</id><published>2008-10-12T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:19:13.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YA-OW--zahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPKwEdpki2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RZO-44P3qn4/s1600-h/We-Can-Do-It--C10288439.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPKwEdpki2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RZO-44P3qn4/s200/We-Can-Do-It--C10288439.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256457305819745122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as promised. there they are on the side bar. why would i post those pictures on the internet? isnt it obvious by now that i display self loathing behavior? on top of that, i want to my journey very well documented. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did this once before. i went on a great diet and had commitment and hopes and aspirations and will power. and i didnt appreciate it. i didnt think that what i had accomplished was good enough. not this time. this time i want to remember. really remember. really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what are my plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;. only a select few get to know that im on a diet. i need to own this. it needs to be MINE for ME. i dont want a single person's opinion. so only a select few will be in on the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;. i am going to journal what i eat. i wont do it on this blog. that's not what this is for. i will post recipes and things i find helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt;. i am going to stick to a diet and exercise plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourth&lt;/span&gt;. i will weigh in every week and post it on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt;. i will blog at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth&lt;/span&gt;. i will be grateful and thankful to myself EACH day that i succeed in my goal. i will give myself credit each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am considering the idea of an "off" day or meal once a month. but i dont want to use the idea of being "off" as a reward. i can never be OFF. even WHEN i lose all the weight i want to lose. and i want to be 170 lbs, which will be a 100 lb loss, I WILL NOT BE DONE. I WILL NEVER BE DONE. and that needs to be ok. i will be a decent human being and part of that involves taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not STARTING a diet. i am STOPPING this destructive rampage i have been on. it's over. it wasnt worth it. and it needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will smash this fat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-9134147137487676688?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9134147137487676688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=9134147137487676688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/9134147137487676688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/9134147137487676688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-promised_8352.html' title='YA-OW--zahhh'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SPKwEdpki2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RZO-44P3qn4/s72-c/We-Can-Do-It--C10288439.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-6716627457528736575</id><published>2008-10-10T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:24:05.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT: 10  ME: 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_ho6LidxI/AAAAAAAAABM/RM8bQ1XEwc0/s1600-h/DSCN1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255667383093327634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_ho6LidxI/AAAAAAAAABM/RM8bQ1XEwc0/s200/DSCN1963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love food. love love love love love it. i dont mind exercising, but enjoying all the food i enjoy makes it harder for me to move and thus harder to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can really eat. ive once heard of a fancy invention called a "doggie bag"....but ive never actually used one. nothing brings me more pleasure than eating. nothing. and now, nothing can. because im too fat to enjoy anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was born my steadfast determination to CHANGE. because although i do love eating more than anything else, it appears i do not love it more that EVERYTHING else. when you add up all the things that my fat roadblocks, it just isnt worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a list of the things that i cant (or can just barely) do. WARNING: if you are faint of heart, extremely symathetic, or a bit empathetic, you might want to scroll down and avoid this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tie my shoes, reach around my belly to type or hold a stearing wheel, sit, stand, pick something up off the floor, walk, wear clothes (and not just cute clothes. im 5'2 and there just seems to not be enough room for clothing on my frame with all the fat), wear a bra (again, it's not finding the size, it's just really uncomfortable. ive been going braless...and im a 42 DDD), fit in a booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other things that are just toooooo personal for a blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this really who i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS REALLY WHO I AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cant be. it can not be. i refuse to surrender to this. it's time for some serious smashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2874580008802122334-6716627457528736575?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6716627457528736575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=6716627457528736575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6716627457528736575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/6716627457528736575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/fat-10-me-0.html' title='FAT: 10  ME: 0'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_ho6LidxI/AAAAAAAAABM/RM8bQ1XEwc0/s72-c/DSCN1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2874580008802122334.post-7269442468348974134</id><published>2008-10-10T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:38:51.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM FAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am fat. really really fat. how fat, you ask? really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; fat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gruesome&lt;/span&gt; photos. you wont find any...yet....im sure i will post some soon for those of you that enjoy staring at the car accidents you pass by on the freeway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; 5'2'' and weigh 272 lbs. is my face pretty? the last time i saw it, it was. but it has long since been sucked into the wreath of adipose framing it. what i see is not a face. it's the outline of what was formerly a face. like the outline you'd see of a person shallowly buried in sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i cant tie my shoes. i need ones that slip on. if some thing falls on the floor in public, i cannot pick it up. i cannot really fit into booths or even sit comfortably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my life is crumbling. for a long time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; wondered if my husband and i are happy together. that's a difficult question because it has so many parts and follow up questions. if we were apart would that make us any happier? i cant see how. can we ever be happy? can we ever be happy together? so many times i feel like it's all his fault. he is the reason that i am sad. but he always acts like a kicked puppy. do i treat him badly? well, i treat myself badly. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; seem to want to be near me or spend time with me. but if i could leave myself i would. can some one so deeply unhappy really be kind? i am deeply unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i destroy things. good things in my life are destroyed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been a terrible employee. i have been financially irresponsible. i have been brutal to my body. is it possible i have also been destructive to my husband. my husband feels like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; of myself. so if i have been smashing myself....have i also been smashing him? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. but one thing i do know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am going to step up and be the kind of person i can be proud of, i need to escape from this mass of fat that i have heaped on myself. i need to abolish it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shred&lt;/span&gt; any tendencies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt; thinking that brought it here. i will destroy it with the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ferocity&lt;/span&gt; that i bring to the other parts of my world. i will smash it. into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;oblivion&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/2874580008802122334-7269442468348974134?l=smashergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7269442468348974134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2874580008802122334&amp;postID=7269442468348974134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7269442468348974134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2874580008802122334/posts/default/7269442468348974134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-fat.html' title='I AM FAT'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12872069788090565862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6la8u902bQ4/SO_eLuDit9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/up4DJiESrP4/S220/DSCN1738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
