<?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-2854993757810609589</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:59:22.835-07:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='goals'/><category term='food'/><category term='silliness'/><title type='text'>Diana's Body Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me on my path to a healthier lifestyle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6171052097987505065</id><published>2009-08-25T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:34:25.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm missing some of you! lol. If you're still interested in reading my rambles, please go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dianasjourneythroughlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dianasjourneythroughlife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting on this one again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you there, and sorry to be a pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6171052097987505065?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6171052097987505065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6171052097987505065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6171052097987505065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6171052097987505065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3483290556866726815</id><published>2009-08-14T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:39:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of address</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be a pain in the butt now :) I have decided to move my blog...er, to change blogs. The new one will be here: &lt;a href="http://dianasjourneythroughlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dianasjourneythroughlife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will reflect the fact that I'm not out to change my body...I need a total body, mind, soul revamp :) This was already reflected in my posts (so nothing will change besides the url).&lt;br /&gt;I also needed the change as blogger was being a butthead about changing my email address. If I've emailed you I'll let you know the change. I hope to see y'all on the other site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3483290556866726815?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3483290556866726815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3483290556866726815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3483290556866726815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3483290556866726815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-address.html' title='Change of address'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-8359181776648098764</id><published>2009-08-13T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:35:09.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of exams :) and the disillusionment of the niceness of bloggers :(</title><content type='html'>Qualifying exams just ended today, so maybe (?) my blogging will resume. My brain hurts (I know, brains don't have pain receptors. Try explaining that to my head though :). But, I want to thank you for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I haven't posted, I have kept up with y'all. After all, it probably kept me a little sane(r)!&lt;br /&gt;I posted my support of a blog called &lt;a href="http://watrd.wordpress.com/"&gt;we are the real deal &lt;/a&gt;before. Recently there has been some contraversy over there like no other I have ever seen on a blog. But, maybe that's because I surround myself with such supportive and inspiring women like most of you reading this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read it for yourself if you like Jerry Springer shows! Here's the run down if you don't have time or energy for that sort of thing. The creater decided to openly attack a digruntled, rude blogger. While I agree with most of the creator's message in that just because the contributors are thinner and attractive doesn't mean that they can't contribute to the struggles we all face. After all, body image issues and body acceptance is for everyone. However, i don't agree with responding to rude people in such a public mannor with such obvious rudeness/retalliation. And the things she said sounded (although she denies it) like a rant and anger post that you usually want to take back later.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. We're all human and say crappy things. She apologized for part of it, and while I think there was more to apologize for, whatever. I was willing to put that aside, but the commenters remained on a ranting raging bash of the creator that the site is moving from one of potential greatness to one of hate and, as said before, bashing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wanted to "voice" this concern. I'd love to hear your take on all of this. For one, do you think that comment moderation is necessary? Does one troll hurt the quality of the blog as a whole by upsetting peope? And two, I've never had this problem, but I think I'd just ignore a rude person if I didn't moderate. How about you? Can't we all just support each other????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-8359181776648098764?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8359181776648098764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=8359181776648098764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8359181776648098764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8359181776648098764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-exams-and-disillusionment-of.html' title='End of exams :) and the disillusionment of the niceness of bloggers :('/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5269835541136318005</id><published>2009-08-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:04:52.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of order</title><content type='html'>I will be on temporary hiatus until I am done with qualifying exams (After the 14th) or drop out of school. Whichever comes first. If my brain explodes, I'll have my husband let y'all know.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll still read your blogs...and even comment most of the time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5269835541136318005?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5269835541136318005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5269835541136318005&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5269835541136318005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5269835541136318005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-order.html' title='Out of order'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2572138624195289087</id><published>2009-08-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:09:50.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs?</title><content type='html'>No, it's not october yet! But, you should be doing breast checks every month. For most women with breast cancer it's how they catch it before it becomes a later stage. Keep in mind that it doesn't have to be a solo event!!  too far? See my post last october! &lt;div&gt;Just a friendly reminder :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2572138624195289087?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2572138624195289087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2572138624195289087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2572138624195289087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2572138624195289087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/boobs.html' title='Boobs?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4498552854072601369</id><published>2009-08-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:52:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent reads</title><content type='html'>I wrote this already...and it got lost to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; gods. So, I'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things that that me thinking today (hopefully more than a couple :), but two of them I will share with you!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: people can be incredibly rude and cruel. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; where they can sit comfortably behind their computers and criticize others anonymously (even if you provide a name, without an email address or blog page it counts as anonymous). What for? What crime was committed? Venting and talking about their personal life and current frustrations on their own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have been awesome with me. Heaven knows I've deserved a harsh word or a slap on the face with some of my crazy ideas. But, everyone I talk with is very respectful and calmly states their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if they don't agree. I like that :) I hope I extend the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; to you. There have been several times that I've read a blog and felt that I couldn't say anything nice so I stopped myself from saying anything at all. Why can't others do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, if you don't like the way the blog is changing, STOP READING IT. If you don't like that I'm not focusing on weight loss but trying to get over emotional and binge eating...you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; stop reading my blog! It's mine and I'll write what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the person they're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; for blogging about different issues as time passes is ignorant and mean. My blog list has changed quite a bit since I've started. If you one day stop reading mine, we don't have to break up. Feel free to go in peace. Now, if we talk on the phone or email, please let me know! Blog reading doesn't have those rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**what fueled this? A wonderful writer and blogger (&lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) was attacked and criticized (the first one was an attack, the other 3 or 4 were bashing her) for changing from a weight loss blog to posting about personal struggles and maintaining. They said she had too much going on and too much whining, which I don't think is true. Regardless it was not very necessary or helpful, so what's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, now that I got that out of the way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: I read an amazing interview over America's Moral Panic Over Obesity. I don't agree with everything that the dude said about obesity (like I fully support the people that have had weight loss surgery and do think there is a point to is...for some people), but there were some pretty provocative ideas there. And, I think it's a great start. Is there any way to get others to really change their minds and believe the message though? I hope so. Maybe if Oprah bought into it or the Today show. Given that I don't watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt; and old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shows with no commercials at the moment), I'll never know if it hits more main stream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4498552854072601369?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4498552854072601369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4498552854072601369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4498552854072601369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4498552854072601369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/recent-reads.html' title='Recent reads'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3870488978419270426</id><published>2009-07-31T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:25:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>You are stronger than you think  you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3870488978419270426?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3870488978419270426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3870488978419270426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3870488978419270426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3870488978419270426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3051086191791960126</id><published>2009-07-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:51:21.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older women</title><content type='html'>I posted yesterday about older men and which ones were up and coming as the "new" distinguished older, sexier men. There was no agenda there besides a conversation I had with my husband and a male friend of ours. Yea, I make them talk girl talk too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;' feel bad for them, most of our conversations revolve around cars. Once in a while I need a testosterone break.&lt;br /&gt;But, it got me thinking about the other gender. What about the women? Why do we not get to grow more sexy as we age. Well, let me rephrase that for all of you cougar and puma lovers out there - why do we get pressure to look and act younger while men get more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distinguished&lt;/span&gt;. Like with Somethings gotta give. See that if you haven't. It's one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is aging so bad for women? When I was @ 22 I had numerous friends who would use anti aging cream and lotion their bodies in fear of stretch marks and wrinkles. Why are we so afraid of imperfection? Why is a wrinkle an imperfection for a woman and not for a man? I blame it partially on media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Blanche from the golden girls, who lied and said she was younger, the only one to get guys? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, she was a bit of a, um, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;promiscuous&lt;/span&gt; woman. But, really...only the "young" looking older women are revered. So many people are after the younger looking celebrities to know their secrets. We're fascinated with them. Want to be them. They're the ones we talk about, while the distinguished men look age appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's us? Is it a confidence thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, older means more than wrinkles. Like I've said before...I doubt I'd go back if I could. I know, I'm hardly old at the age of 31, but really...my younger years were so difficult. I had a lot of relationship problems (with friends, lovers, family, myself), and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; would not relive those for anything! I like what I have now...my marriage, my up and coming career, etc. That I'm growing as a person. I have nothing completely figured out, but I've learned so much. With each year I'm more comfortable with myself and my relationships. There's a lot less impossible questions and a lot more discoveries. OH, but really...couldn't I have my age and less debt? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me once that she loved the lines she was getting on her face. It meant that she laughed a lot :) I didn't agree with her then (my alien alert went off...she was a freak of nature for saying that back then), but I do now. That's how I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; to see my "imperfections". I laughed, so I have wrinkles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3051086191791960126?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3051086191791960126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3051086191791960126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3051086191791960126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3051086191791960126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/older-women.html' title='Older women'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7142364220948852621</id><published>2009-07-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:48:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older men &amp; random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or has Burt Reynolds taken over Sean Connery's distinguished, sexy older gentlemen spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, did Anthony Hopkins take himself out of the running by playing Hannibal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lecter&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random conversations with friends :) And, really, I don't have enough face to face girl friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7142364220948852621?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7142364220948852621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7142364220948852621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7142364220948852621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7142364220948852621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/older-men-random-thoughts.html' title='Older men &amp; random thoughts'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4285187091451051703</id><published>2009-07-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:07:38.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom eating</title><content type='html'>I have posted about the being left alone with my thoughts issue before, but a blog  or article I read a week or two ago (if it was you...I apologize...I really can't remember. note to self, write immedately after a thought provoking post is written! Cite it too!!) was talking about when and why people over eat. More specifically, they were saying that boredome eating is not just boredom eating. That it is another form of emotional eating. That there is something underlying the "boredom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Do we not every get bored and eat? Maybe not. If I'm honest with myself (or paying enough attention) then I'd say that I eat when I'm "bored" to ignore the anxiety I'm feeling...or the anxiety I would be feeling if I didn't "veg" out in front of the tv with a bag of chips and guacamole or spaghetti or baked french "fries".  I know that there are times I have a hard time being left alone with my thoughts. I'm doing yoga to help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, certainly others are truely just bored? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4285187091451051703?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4285187091451051703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4285187091451051703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4285187091451051703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4285187091451051703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-eating.html' title='boredom eating'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4942097010019592911</id><published>2009-07-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:46:06.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your brain isn't working right</title><content type='html'>First off, the Marley (the puppy) is doing great. Up to her usually tricks :) It's amazing how much these little fur balls get into our hearts. So quickly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read today about a new food thing. It is a tasteless, odorless thing that you sprinkle on your food. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Allegedly&lt;/span&gt; (gotta love that word!), it sends a signal to your brain to stop eating earlier than would usually happen. Why? Because, according to the scientists, our brains don't shut off the "I want food" signal until after a considerable amount has been eaten. You're brain isn't working &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;correctly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about it. I think it would be a great thing, on the other hand I feel like it's another "miracle" weight loss drug/cure that won't work...at least for long. Then there's the fact that how many people out there are overweight merely because the mechanisms in their brain don't shut off in time? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;There's a lot of talk on blogs around here about &lt;/span&gt;compulsive eating and emotional eating. The same thing with people in my day to day life (most of who don't know my personal history with compulsive eating, my blog, my quest to become "normal" with eating, etc.). Most of these people are desperate to lose the weight. Most of these people have tried everything and gained it back. Not one was "just" someone who's brain didn't shut off in time. It also doesn't solve that a lot of us have poor food choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just worry about the message this sends. That overweight is a medical/brain mechanism disorder and not other issues underlying it. That there's a quick cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it works I'll buy stock and praise it's glory. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;And, no...I don't have the link where I found it. Long story, but if I hear of it again I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4942097010019592911?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4942097010019592911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4942097010019592911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4942097010019592911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4942097010019592911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-off-marley-puppy-is-doing-great.html' title='Your brain isn&apos;t working right'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6564322825600808760</id><published>2009-07-24T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:36:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Away</title><content type='html'>The happy runner is having a give away. Not me...remember, I'm cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win a cereal with the ingredients of your choice from @MojaMix. They are one of the new companies that lets you pick the ingredients YOU want. Which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt; Go to http://thehappyrunner.blogspot.com to participate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6564322825600808760?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6564322825600808760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6564322825600808760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6564322825600808760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6564322825600808760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-away.html' title='Give Away'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1005624865724642063</id><published>2009-07-23T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:57:35.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I *get* it now</title><content type='html'>I didn't before. I was trying to talk the talk, but always falling short. But, I get it. I get what I have to do. What this is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was apart of an online community (duh? Aren't you online now?yes, but I meant a site with a forum and guidelines) a few months (maybe more?) ago. A way to get people to react normally to food and feel better about themselves. It's not about losing weight. It's about being healthy with all aspects with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off by eating what you want. In front of people. Not necessarily giving into binges, but giving yourself permission to eat what you want. Then, recognize why you eat when you eat what you eat. Then it goes on from there (if you want the skinny I'll send you to their site). The whole point though is to realize that food is food. It holds no more power than that. Plain and simple. And, that self esteem and self worth have nothing to do with thinness or what you eat. To be proud of who you are for you. Now. The same message that many of you preach all the time. I agreed, shaking my head yes, standing up and cheering...but still felt badly when I over ate. Or when I ate "bad" things. I just got to the point where I would keep it inside locked away instead of visibly feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words, but full understanding didn't happen until a day or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;For me, the scales have been tipped. Finally. I heard the message one more time and I *got* it. That I am beautiful now. That I am enough. That I am smart. Nothing is riding on weight loss and getting healthier BESIDES losing some pounds and getting healthier. *I* won't change or it won't fix the things I'm unhappy about because they have nothing to do with losing weight. And, there's nothing to fix there. Yes, I'd like to nag less. I'd like to be more diligent. But, I'm not broken. I just have some stuff to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; like to lose weight for all the reasons I said before...to ward off cardiovascular problems, for stamina throughout the day, to buy clothes :) But, there is a real chance that I won't. After all, many people don't succeed in keeping it off. I've seen it myself with family members and friends...and the statistics are shocking. I think I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. It's taken a while to think about and come to terms with. But, I've been this weight for a long time now. I'll be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if I remain here. I've seen so many people struggle to lose weight and never really get there. Waiting for the weight to come off to live, but always obsessing and never REALLY enjoying life. I can't and won't do that any more. I will enjoy the things I am doing, what I'm eating, who I am. And be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am introverted. I don't make friends easily (have a hard time finding people I can *really* trust). I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. It's me, and the center of attention has never been my thing. Even if I got thinner, would that make me an extrovert? no. I'd be a thinner introvert who doesn't make friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;, but has a great support system and people that care about her. Just.like.now. I would still be slightly neurotic. I'd still nag my hubby when he leaves things around the house. I would, and do, and it's me. I would still have my history, my life now, approximately the same future. Everything about my life would remain the same. I'd just have smaller clothes...and maybe more places to shop at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to eat healthier and exercise more. It makes me feel physically better. It gives me an outlet (exercise, not eating healthier :). I still want to *beef* up my veggie intake. I'm planning on eating less junk food. But, again, because I want to feel better. Get my energy up. Sleep better. But, if I want french fries, a hot dog (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eew&lt;/span&gt;, I know, but yummy!), potato chips, dessert? I will have it. And, I don't give a rats behind what anybody thinks. Because I'm allowed to eat what I want. I'm allowed to make my own choices. I'm allowed to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1005624865724642063?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1005624865724642063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1005624865724642063&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1005624865724642063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1005624865724642063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-get-it-now.html' title='I think I *get* it now'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2351915694871053525</id><published>2009-07-22T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:19:16.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Image Blog</title><content type='html'>I know most of you already read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt; Fit's blog (especially as I've met several of you on her site), but in the off chance there is one of you out there...there is a new blog that she and others out there have put together about body image and accepting you for you! You can find it here. &lt;a href="http://watrd.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://watrd.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; It touches on all the issues I have with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hidden&lt;/span&gt; intent I had for title of my blog (said it was for being healthier, but if I'm being real then I'd admit it wasn't entirely true). Or the desperation that we feel to be perfect and thin. With the struggles I'm still having even though I talk the talk. Being a better you or more like doing what you want to be doing...that's one thing, but trying to be perfect and equating that with thin? Nope. What I've read so far...inspiring, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt;, supportive, and right on the track I believe is most important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2351915694871053525?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2351915694871053525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2351915694871053525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2351915694871053525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2351915694871053525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-image-blog.html' title='Body Image Blog'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-9181442685797094452</id><published>2009-07-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:12:28.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Fries :)</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for healthier recipies all the time. Ones that taste good. I found one for my beloved french fries. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love french fries (in case you've forgotten the last time I mentioned it..like every month!). I have issues with staying away. It's a problem. BUT, I found a healthier version that I actually like better. Easy stuff. Just cut up a potato. Toss in olive oil and salt. Bake @ 375-400 each side for 8-10 mintues. Tada. Now, if you find a healther version of Ketchup please let me know! One that tastes good might help as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place that you go to get healthier recipies? What's your favorite? I would love to know! I have a couple of sites, but not a lot that are realistic for my life style, budget, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-9181442685797094452?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9181442685797094452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=9181442685797094452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9181442685797094452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9181442685797094452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/french-fries.html' title='French Fries :)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4605112944240215180</id><published>2009-07-18T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:23:34.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>I was told yesterday that my puppy more than likely had distemper and would die yesterday within 2-24 hours. I'm completely grateful they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new puppy was acting weird. She was bobbing her head back and forth (so not really bobbing, but lack of a better word) and almost falling over when she was sitting. Took her to a new vet (ours couldn't get her in) and that's what they said. It would be hours. I was devistated. Completely. Layed on the couch with her all morning and afternoon. @ 4 we got her up to eat and drink. Immediately after she played with her sister and acted normal. Same again today. Our vet (got her in this morning) said it may have been a pesticide or herbicide. Crazy. Just to be careful, she's not allowed to go for walks until after Monday when she gets her booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine having a non-fur baby. I doubt I could handle all the stress! We won't even talk about emotional eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4605112944240215180?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4605112944240215180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4605112944240215180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4605112944240215180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4605112944240215180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7002186859259374252</id><published>2009-07-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:51:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My wonderful husband being supportive of my crazy journey that is PhD&lt;br /&gt;2. my new "puppy" learning that potty doesn't happen in the house! No messes for 3 days and counting!&lt;br /&gt;3. Starburst jelly beans. Yummy! Totally made my day finding them at big k&lt;br /&gt;4. Figuring out that I may pass my exams after all!&lt;br /&gt;5. of course, y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that went totally right today.&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Felice/the happy runner: I was able to read your post on google reader, but not able to get to your page (either the blog home page or the post page). Don't know why it keeps doing that to me...usually it kicks me off if I click the post page, but not the blog home page...but not suck luck this time :( Good luck finding races closer to home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7002186859259374252?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7002186859259374252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7002186859259374252&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7002186859259374252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7002186859259374252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-803827483165738817</id><published>2009-07-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:27:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit and veggies</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you I started Yoga? I have a video that I'm doing. I think it'll really help with feeling better on the inside. And outside. Keep the angry monkey away :) I just started though, so we'll see later. Everything works well the first couple of weeks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the title of this post. Veggies and fruits. Ah, beloved fruits are no issue. I love them. And, I have a ton of ideas on how to incorporate more. Is it really that hard? Eat them plain, in pancakes, in smoothies, in oatmeal...the list goes on and on. Blueberries, strawberries, mangos, grapes, oranges...yummmy! But, veggies? Eeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it really be that bad if I get most of my servings from fruits and for the most part ignore the veggies? After all, they're usually lumped together, so I can just chose to get it all from fruit. NO? Ok. But, I have a hard time getting in the veggies. I know some of you struggle with this as well as I've read you say the same things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've done. Lately I'm *fairly* into an "oriental" salad with chinese cabbage as the base. Totally yummy, with a home made dressing and you toast almonds with ramen noodles, then add the packet (although I'm thinking adding 1/2 the packet would be healthier AND better tasting). There's baby carrots, but I need them with ranch...which I hear isn't the best! OH, and using romain leaves for the "shell" of a burrito/taco thing. That one is my new favorites I've been eating fairly regularly...dont' forget the picante sauce! yum. And then there's squash. I just got that and am excited about it. It cooks great in the indoor grill (you know who's :) with just a little bit of salt, pepper and olive oil. OH, and spinach and fetta "pizzas". Cook them on a flat bread in the oven. Totally good, and if you use fresh spinach leaves it gives it a great texture and not too soggy. That's really all I've got. It's all great on it's own, but what about sneaking it in every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you struggle with veggies as well? (I just pictured y'all arm wrestling broccoli...hehe...I hope you win!) What tips do you have for "sneaking" it in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-803827483165738817?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/803827483165738817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=803827483165738817&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/803827483165738817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/803827483165738817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-and-veggies.html' title='Fruit and veggies'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4261179151501099768</id><published>2009-07-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:11:19.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining and working on things</title><content type='html'>That title is funny. I don't mean that I'm complaining here (that's a first! lol), what I mean is that it is something I'm working on. Felice over at the &lt;a href="http://thehappyrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;happy runner&lt;/a&gt;  posted the other day that she was going complaint free. What? Complaint free? As in no bitching, complaining or being disgruntled? It sounded easy enough, but deceptively so.  I immediately knew I had to try it. After all, I posted back in the day that I thought my friend complaining about her now husband was causing issues with me and my hubby. It does spread, and only perpetuatues more unhappiness and, well, more complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected it to be a little difficult. I didn't expect just how difficult it would be! I find myself doing it all the time. I found little to say to a friend the other day when we hung out. Very sad. And, it's been creeping in. Doesn't help that I was attempting it at that tom. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm working on not being disgruntled. Part of the problem may be that I didn't have a contingency plan. But, what do you do instead? I've started doing slow, deep breathing techniques when I'm stressed. But, in everyday story telling? It all just sounds like complaining. When I figure out a good alternative activity I'll let you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting up a self esteem booster journal (a book I bought...helps with that respect). It's to try and correct some things I'm not so happy about in my life. Stopping the negativity talk and being so hard on myself. I would like to relax, believe in myself, and be happier all around. I think this is a step in the right direction.  Just like I said a while back (a week ago? who knows...I could look, but eh..), my food issues (most people's too?) stem from a lot of other issues. It's a symptom, not an entity of its own. So, I'm working on it. Maybe the no complaining pact will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you ever tried not complaining? Have you thought about it at all? Have you conquered that issue already? Inquiring minds want to know :) If not, I suggest you do it...if only for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4261179151501099768?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4261179151501099768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4261179151501099768&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4261179151501099768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4261179151501099768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/complaining-and-working-on-things.html' title='Complaining and working on things'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1502449157203250178</id><published>2009-07-08T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:56:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mamabearshealth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama Bear June &lt;/a&gt;posted the most shocking, yet informative, links today. She found articles at men's health &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mag's&lt;/span&gt; website that post the worst foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatthis.menshealth.com/zmod_categoryDetail.php?Best-Worst-The-Worst-The-Trans-Fattiest-Foods-in-America-2009-184?cm_mmc=ETNTNL-_-2009_07_08-_-HTML-_-03"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transfattiest&lt;/span&gt; foods in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the &lt;a href="http://eatthis.menshealth.com/blogDetail.php?The-30-Worst-Foods-in-America-20?cm_mmc=ETNTNL-_-2009_07_08-_-HTML-_-02"&gt;30 worst foods in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen these...check them out. It's quite shocking. I never would have guessed that some of these things were THAT bad for you. Thanks, June!! I guess I'll need to think twice about what I shove in my pie hole :)&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been to her blog, go check it out! She's great for posting informative links on her site, and has great tips and updates about her success story of getting healthier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1502449157203250178?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1502449157203250178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1502449157203250178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1502449157203250178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1502449157203250178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/fatty-foods.html' title='Fatty foods'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3746335375464896137</id><published>2009-07-03T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:01:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I hope you all have a fabulous Independence day and that you are lucky enough to spend it with your loved ones! Be safe, be healthy, but be very happy too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3746335375464896137?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3746335375464896137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3746335375464896137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3746335375464896137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3746335375464896137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2789883652672627530</id><published>2009-07-01T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:58:43.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>WARNING, WARNING, rant ahead. I will let you know when it's done so you can skip ahead if you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;    OK. So I'm pissed about my vehicle and need to vent about it. The stupid jerks at the dealership that did our oil change last time stripped the drain cap. When we went to get it changed at another place they told us of this and wouldn't touch it. Couldn't really. Go back to above dealership and they said that there's no way to tell whos to blame and they won't do anything compensation wise. They will take a look at the car, but if it's really stripped it could cost starting at 250 and up. WHAT?? That on top of the car getting hit three times in the last few months. WTF!!!! And, it's leaking oil. Probably from the drain cap. GRRR.  THEN, oh it gets even better, my hubbys tire has a nail in it. Not a problem, but he has special tires that are really wide and a little thinner. The place we got them won't put a plug in it because it's not safe with those tires. So that'll be another 350. I think the financial gods are pooping all over us.&lt;br /&gt;END OF RANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so as you can tell I'm working on anger issues. lol. That's my new big project. That and negative self talk. I had forgotten all about focusing on this. It was my goal for this year. Does it really take constant focus? Sometimes. But, I haven't been doing too good of a job lately. Mostly I ignore it and forget about stuff like being nice to myself. Miz Fit had some good advice...would you ever let a stranger talk to you like this? If not, then maybe you shouldn't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the negative self talk is that it has caused problems in all areas of my life. I have problems with being assertive, even as a teacher, but especially with my courses I take and with professors. It's getting better, but still needs work. It also is with being assertive with people I encounter, like the stupid guy at the dealership. My husband has to do these things for me. Anything involving confrontation at all is really difficult. The other issue, and one that relates to why I have this blog...it also impacts how I eat and how much I eat. Like comfort foods and compulsive eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could really get more confidence. And, if only I could really and truely believe in myself. How can a girl get to her last year of PhD school and still sometimes wondering if she's good enough? How can I be 31 and still feel every once in a while that I'm not enough? I'm proud of myself for the steps that I've made, but still would like to make it more of a focus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get some easy tips, but already have some ideas from operation beautiful and others. However, I think I'm going to take up my book about compulsive eating. I think the exercises in that can really help. and am willing to give it another try.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are just weird though. Like watch yourself eating in the mirror for a while. Something about being comfortable with it and not being ashamed. Have you tried it? How long can you last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others have to do with positive self esteem. I think the book is more about stopping hating our bodies, but it all works towards what I want. To eat "normally", and yes to stop hating my body and feeling guilty all the time.  Feeling anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a nsv to report though...gotta end on a happy note, right? :) The hubby and I went to a restaurant and we had not so healthy foods (obviously not the nsv), but I was able to leave food on my plate. Actually more food than I have left in a while! Including my ever beloved french fries! YAY ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2789883652672627530?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2789883652672627530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2789883652672627530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2789883652672627530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2789883652672627530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-8214359445326146942</id><published>2009-06-30T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:22:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Once again I've forgotten my original blog post meant to write today and found myself thinking about one of Miz Fit's topics. On the off chance that I have one single reader that doesn't know the awesomeness of Miz Fit, then I think you should go to her site. She's talking about Operation beautiful. Have you heard about it already? Where one woman wants it to be all of our missions to pass on something nice for a stranger. It's about helping people realize their beautiful and quiting the negative self talk. Simply brilliant. Totally got tears...especially the message "You are enough!" Why do we struggle with these things? Isn't it about time we stopped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mizfitonline.com/"&gt;Here's Miz Fit's site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://operationbeautiful.com/"&gt;Operation Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://operationbeautiful.com/the-movie/"&gt;Operation Beautiful Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-8214359445326146942?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8214359445326146942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=8214359445326146942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8214359445326146942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8214359445326146942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/operation-beautiful.html' title='Operation Beautiful'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3419634170373333700</id><published>2009-06-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:49:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley :)</title><content type='html'>We did get the puppy!! She's @ 5 months old. Believe it or not, they gave us the dog free along with a colar, leash, bed, doggie bowls, a toy and a small brush. This was a dog they found on the road. I thought it was too good to be true, but so far so good...pink gums, clear eyes, clean ears (can see scars where flease and ear mites were, but the bugs are gone now)...loveable and freely goes on her back, lets us hold her paws, lots of puppy kisses and playful. Everything I could ask from a puppy! Just one more test, vet visit monday, and we'll be good to go! I believe we lucked out big time...so far. OH, and is on her way to being potty trained. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pics from the "foster" mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SkVdKYATJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ApoaKiCh0c/s1600-h/Marley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351786165023483714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SkVdKYATJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ApoaKiCh0c/s400/Marley1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SkVdThmUR4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/i5D6ImjygX4/s1600-h/Marley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351786322217682818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SkVdThmUR4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/i5D6ImjygX4/s400/Marley2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;Adorable, isn't she!? She's really more of a rat terrier/weenie mix (or something like that as she's very small with a long body and long head. I'll take better pics eventually. Whatever she is, she's an absolute love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I think we're naming her Marley Ireland (Marley, after Bob Marley, not the dog show...so irritated that they had to use that name!). Our other dog is Gretchen Wednesday, so we're "those" people. lol. &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/2854993757810609589-3419634170373333700?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3419634170373333700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3419634170373333700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3419634170373333700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3419634170373333700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/marley.html' title='Marley :)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SkVdKYATJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ApoaKiCh0c/s72-c/Marley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1296370600266634931</id><published>2009-06-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:57:26.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPY!</title><content type='html'>I think we're getting a puppy!! :) Can you tell I'm a *little* excited? OK, I'm about to wet my pants I'm so excited, but I thought that might be tmi ;) LOL. Not a puppy, puppy, but a @5-6 month old! She's a little bull terrior/weiner dog (?) mix. The (?) is because the current foster mom doesn't know. But, she looks like a miniature spuds mckenzie (more spots though) only without the "fat" nose, more of a narrow (weiner dog or fox teriror) nose. Cutie. And, we meet her tomorrow, so cross your fingers that it all works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this relate to health? Puppies need exercise! lol. Especially 2 puppies...as most of you know, we already have the one (miniature schnauzer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, mental health is important too...and your doggie breaking your heart every time she sees another dog is no good. Literally gets on her hind leggs at the end of her leash and cries to play...unless I catch her early, then she just whines and gives me the saddest little face. Mopes after visiting the in-laws and their dogs. So sad/pathetic. Almost as sad/pathetic as I am when I see other doggies. Not anymore though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1296370600266634931?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1296370600266634931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1296370600266634931&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1296370600266634931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1296370600266634931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy.html' title='PUPPY!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-262350330070079928</id><published>2009-06-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:30:06.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give away!</title><content type='html'>No, it's not me. I'm WAY too cheap for that! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Natalia's blog turns a year old! To celebrate, she is giving away one of her sister's dog tag jewelry pieces. You can put a word (maybe two?) on it to help you get inspired or just to remind you of whatever you need to be reminded of. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to win? Go &lt;a href="http://nataliaburleson.com/"&gt;here to her blog&lt;/a&gt;. Post about it on your blog. Become a fan of the jewelry on facebook. 3 chances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats, Natalia!! I'm so glad to have "met" you and hope you have another year of great self discoveries and freeing moments :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-262350330070079928?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/262350330070079928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=262350330070079928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/262350330070079928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/262350330070079928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-away.html' title='Give away!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1709529012846856214</id><published>2009-06-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:53:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resetting</title><content type='html'>One bonus to being sick...you kind of reset your appetite. Not just in that I didn't eat for 2 days and was queezy a little bit after, but more that it's like a fresh start. (now you get to see the sick inter workings of my mind!). I was in the habbit of over eating at every meal. That was squashed in a heartbeat. I also was in the habbit of snacking in between meals. How can you tell one meal apart from the other if you're constantly eating anyway? Food fest 09 has officially ended. The only problem is that after resetting it takes a lot of work to keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over ate last night. And partially for lunch. Ugh. Because the food I had was so dang good! What was it? Seafood fondue. Brie, heavy creawm, crab meat, shrimp, butter, shallots. If you're mouth isn't watering then you hate dairy. Or shellfish. Or you're sick and wrong ;) Just kidding. But, why is it that I can't crave salad like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just told a lie. But, I didn't realize it so I told a fooling myself story? There are three salads that are pretty darn good! But, it's rare, and one involves bacon dressing, one has french and ranch dressing mixed, and the other is an oriental one with sugar in the dressing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO! So, back from ADHD land to the fondue. It's almost gone (I'll make my average sized hubby eat it!). And, I'll be continuing the stopping eating when I'm comfortable. Whoah, hold on, what? Yes, being sick made me discover what it was like to not be gorged full. Not bad :) I feel empowered. In a *sick* sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, how "sick" is it that I'm getting better after having food poisoning? Weird, but hey...at least something, anything, good came out of being that ill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my friend finally called me yesterday. Life is good. Worry wart for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1709529012846856214?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1709529012846856214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1709529012846856214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1709529012846856214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1709529012846856214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/resetting.html' title='Resetting'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4028415303338867929</id><published>2009-06-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:11:01.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness and bread, not together</title><content type='html'>I have been sick. Sick to my stomache...literally :( Don't know if it was food poisoning (my guess) or a bug or an infection...and yes I went to the doc. He took blood to make sure I was not having pancreatitis or apendicitis. Nope. Just couldn't hold anything in...in any way you look at it. Ick. To top it off, my very good friends got married yesterday and we weren't able to go because I was sick. Suckaroo. Very good friends as in we were at one point scheduled to be a bridesmaid and groomsman. (long story as to why we had decided not to). I can only hope they understand. *sigh* Who'd rather be stuck in bed all day and praying to porcelin gods than go see their best friends get married. Can you tell I feel guilty? How I could have forseen or prevented it I have no idea. But, somehow a 6-7 hour car ride doing unmentionable things seemed like a bad plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note: I did make the bread before said sickness happened. It's good! 7 hours from start to finish, but still was eatible and that's what it's all about! And I have pics :)  It's a whole wheat sour dough bread. Not bad for whole wheat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349781795505235026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/Sj4-Mtrw5FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RgMb6beUEhA/s400/1st+loaf+6-17+pt1resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349781991558685362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/Sj4-YICjIrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/meg4j5K3ims/s400/1st+loaf+6-17+pt2resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See..I even took the pic with a bite out of a piece to show it is eatible! lol. Really, I just forgot to take one pre bite.&lt;br /&gt;The white is flour. Next time it will be prettier :)&lt;/p&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/2854993757810609589-4028415303338867929?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4028415303338867929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4028415303338867929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4028415303338867929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4028415303338867929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/sickness-and-bread-not-together.html' title='Sickness and bread, not together'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/Sj4-Mtrw5FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RgMb6beUEhA/s72-c/1st+loaf+6-17+pt1resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2573879797299472467</id><published>2009-06-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:13:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update...yes, I have nothing more creative than to call this update :)</title><content type='html'>I got sucked into facebook and now my blog reading is falling to wayside along with my blog posting! Dang facebook. grrr. so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I've been eating healthier. Ok, it's just been since today, but it is a start! I saw another photo of myself and was freaked. Besides that the pants I'm wearing in my profile photo here (the ones I was freaking out about not looking good in) are not wearable as they are tight. Besides all the other reasons I want to get healthier.  Organic food doesn't do good if you indulge all the time in processed fast foods with more fat grams that I can count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so difficult? Regardless, I need to sart now. So that I have time to do all the things I want to in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness. I'm starting to bake my own bread. I'm turning domestic.  It barely preceeded the want of little people (aka children) in the house. Oh, you dang biological clock...what are you doing to me?!?  But, this means I have natural bread where I know what ingredients are in it. Now I just need to have a sucessful loaf (1 didn't rise enough and the other one tasted funky) and life will be great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2573879797299472467?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2573879797299472467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2573879797299472467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2573879797299472467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2573879797299472467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/updateyes-i-have-nothing-more-creative.html' title='update...yes, I have nothing more creative than to call this update :)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6451292811380514380</id><published>2009-06-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:26:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bloggaversary to the happy runner!</title><content type='html'>The happy runner has just turned 1!!! Go there, congratulate felice on her bloggaversary! Comment and get a chance for free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehappyrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehappyrunner.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6451292811380514380?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6451292811380514380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6451292811380514380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6451292811380514380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6451292811380514380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bloggaversary-to-happy-runner.html' title='Happy bloggaversary to the happy runner!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7712675047641478635</id><published>2009-06-09T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:08:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wee hours random post</title><content type='html'>I'm here early. At work before 6 to prepare for a meeting this afternoon that I'm not ready for. It was re-scheduled late last night (while I was sleeping). I was annoyed for about 2 seconds. Leaving my puppy and hubby at 5:30 is never a smiling event...especially with the puppy eyes when she realizes I'm leaving.s OH, the puppy eyes. The puppy eyes could break a heart in two!! But, you know what this means? I have until Friday to prepare! Overcoming procrastination is something they should give lessons on, but I'm afraid it'd consist of "do it now" and not much else. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of procrastination, it also means that I couldn't go for a walk today. I actually didn't go last week either.  The puppy was visiting mimi and papa (the MIL &amp;amp; FIL). It's weird, I actually used her for motivation . I didn't have a backup. I was just going to wing it. I just hadn't counted on being lost about it without her. Listen to me...lost without my dog. lol. What has happened to me. Surrogate kid? Me thinks so. Lesson #2 for the week...CONTINGENCY PLANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did overcome the procrastination about the tofu. I tried it! If you can get around the mushiness, it's not terrible. It's actually not bad. FYI...eat it IN something. Salad. Rice dish. Something. Plain is not the way to go when you first start. Unless you're brave. Or weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7712675047641478635?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7712675047641478635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7712675047641478635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7712675047641478635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7712675047641478635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/wee-hours.html' title='The wee hours random post'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4174339630164055897</id><published>2009-06-07T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:47:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offspring</title><content type='html'>I don't recommend that you use the deoderant trick for heavy working out. Just an fyi...please don't blame me if you hurt because you try it! I've only done it for things that aren't strenuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying the tofu tomorrow. Can't avoid it any longer! lol. It will be fabulous. If it isn't though, I we have an oriental salad with the parts already made up and so it will be quick and easy to put together. So, I already have good things in place!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm going personal again, so bear with me. Just need to work it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s happening.  My body is betraying me!!! We've talked about not having children from day one. We’ve discussed it at length. When will it happen? There’s no optimal time. I will be 32 (best case scenario) when I get a job. Then starting my career. Then getting financially stable. Then I’m at the age, after all that, that either I can’t have kids or the chances of downs syndrome increase dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I just about started crying yesterday at the thought of having a child. I let myself entertain the idea of having kids (my hubby said my body would do this and I’d want one, so we should think about it. lol. Such a romantic). Now? My SIL is trying. And, the thought of having one caught my heart in my throat. I wanted it so bad. If only for a moment, my heart was breaking that we aren't pregnant. Darn him for putting this into my head! I swear I didn't really realize it was something I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's not a good time, but I will be done with school in one year. One short, albeight stressful, year. That's it. I'll be a grown up... on the outside at least! (btw: yes, I realize I have been grown up age wise for a while, but let's just let me be in denial :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year and we can think about having a baby. Yes, I'll be starting my career, but what if it's something we want in a year? What if we decide it is for us once we move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I’ll be damned if I bring a mini-me into this world with known issues. Especially my food issues. *sigh* I want to have a healthy pregnancy. I want to be healthy, I don't want to pass on these bad habbits. It’s something to work for. If I want to have a baby anytime in my life, I need to change things. The time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a girl to do when her concept of herself changes in a month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4174339630164055897?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4174339630164055897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4174339630164055897&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4174339630164055897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4174339630164055897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/offspring.html' title='Offspring'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4769384695314003613</id><published>2009-06-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:23:49.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbing</title><content type='html'>Bawk....Bawk Bawk bawk bawgack!! (or however a chicken sounds). lol. I'm a big chicken. I haven't tried the tofu yet. I will try it Monday. Really. And, I'll promise to update so I'll actually do it! But, I will also have a backup in case I hate it. Food experimenting makes me a little nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a topic that I wanted to talk about. It's something no one likes to discuss, but one I don't want anyone else to worry about again.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing. Specifically, the thighs rubbing together. I have jeans that I've had to throw away due to wearing out between the thighs. It's embarassing, and something I never wanted to talk about. What's worse? Thighs rubbing while wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not a great amount over weight, if you aren’t a stick figure you’ve probably encountered this. Now, maybe you don’t think about it much. But, when it’s gawd aweful hot there’s issues. Like that the best way to not be sweating your everything off is to wear shorts (so not going to happen, but that’s for another post) or wear a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;But, when you sweat things rub together in not so comforting ways. After a while, the thighs evern get chapped, red and sore. And, what’s up with the itchiness? So not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have stayed away from skirts for the last decade. But, why can't I be girlie too? Then I found a tip from the movie Juno to relieve the problem and be able to wear skirts again. Yes, movies can teach you good things, not only what not to do. I put deoderant on my thighs and no more major problems! (teenage boy does it so that he can run.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are having a problem with the thighs chaffing, but want to wear skirts, there is your solution. Cheap, easy, relieving! Deoderant. Who knew? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4769384695314003613?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4769384695314003613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4769384695314003613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4769384695314003613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4769384695314003613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/rubbing.html' title='Rubbing'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-344226774188758455</id><published>2009-06-02T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:30:29.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofu - HELP!!</title><content type='html'>Bought the firm tofu, but haven't had it before (it's an experiment). Do any of you have favorite recipies that taste great so that a omnivore can slowly ease into less meat? If not, I will find a good recipie, but I'm hoping to not make myself gag the first time I try it and forever more hate tofu. (tmi, yeah, I'm all about keeping it real) I'm trying new healthy foods every week and hoping I'll like them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-344226774188758455?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/344226774188758455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=344226774188758455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/344226774188758455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/344226774188758455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/tofu-help.html' title='Tofu - HELP!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4214454456718512063</id><published>2009-06-01T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:37:55.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy. I will have limited posting for the next week. Maybe only on Wednesday. I am doing ok. Need to work on exercise a bit more, and am trying to go as organic as possible (which also helps with the eating better issue).&lt;br /&gt;One shower down, 2 weddings, a class to teach every day and exams to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys? I check into your blogs (if you've posted), but some don't update as fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4214454456718512063?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4214454456718512063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4214454456718512063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4214454456718512063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4214454456718512063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-and-sweet.html' title='short and sweet'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1852778588304316341</id><published>2009-05-28T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:40:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching</title><content type='html'>I'm having problems replying to people that comment, so I will do so here! Yes, I am teaching a course. There's only 12 people though, so I kind of lucked out there. I've taught classes that were 30+ in the summer before. THAT is always fun! But, I'm teaching a child development course this summer. 4 weeks of super busy fun :) I do love it, just will be exhausted come July. Then I have a month more to study for my big exams. Whew. I'm wiped just thinking about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to a wedding, not a weeding! lol. Have no idea what a weeding is, but probably not as fun as a wedding! I sometimes just write things straight into blogger. In fact, most of the time that's what happens (epitome of lazy! lol).&lt;br /&gt;If you're confused, read the last post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1852778588304316341?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1852778588304316341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1852778588304316341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1852778588304316341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1852778588304316341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/teaching.html' title='Teaching'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2439307029217655891</id><published>2009-05-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:26:21.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuggin</title><content type='html'>Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga- CHOOCHOO. That's all  I have :) Just chuggin along. Have a wedding shower and bachelorette party on Saturday, a weeding the next week, then another wedding two weeks later. Oh, yeah, the bachelorette party and 2nd wedding I'm standing in. Fun times, but if I don't pig out every second it'll be a miracle! OH, besides studying and teaching a course. Life. It happens I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2439307029217655891?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2439307029217655891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2439307029217655891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2439307029217655891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2439307029217655891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/chuggin.html' title='Chuggin'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5028399806611483664</id><published>2009-05-26T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:55:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussions with others</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking the other day (through someone else’s post…I told you I was an idea stealer!) about compliments or talking about weight loss issues. There are people that love to talk about it. Why not? It can be a very big accomplishment and something to be proud of. Me? It feels like weight loss is the most important part to other people, yet only one of many issues I have. I hate to talk about even exercising or food issues at all with other people in face to face life. Sometimes even my face to face friends. It just feels like a really personal thing and something very private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad? Is it bad that I don’t like talking about it? That it makes me uncomfortable? The reason I ask is that as I type this I was thinking about why I don’t want to talk about it. I am a private person somewhat. But, with close friends I am usually free to talk about a lot of issues that would make most blush. I can talk about sex, bodily functions, etc. Nothing is really off limits, besides specifics about me and my hubby doing the deed. But this? This is too private for me to talk about to most people. Maybe it’s the shame. Maybe it’s that then I have to admit to other people that I have an eating disorder (compulsive eating…with a few times of purging as well…don’t worry, it hasn’t been for a little while). Maybe it’s the shame or fear of persecution.   Why would I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud of the changes I’m making. Regardless, there is only one face to face person that I really talk to about this. Only because she’s going through the same issues. I have no desire to talk to anyone else. It’s an invasion that I just don’t want to deal with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think. Can we really get over these issues if we’re closed off to talking about it in our day to day lives (away from the online)?  Should (there’s that evil word again!) I want to talk about it with folks other than y’all?  What do you guys say about healthy living with face to face contacts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5028399806611483664?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5028399806611483664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5028399806611483664&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5028399806611483664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5028399806611483664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/discussions-with-others.html' title='Discussions with others'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4461020167497796780</id><published>2009-05-22T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:21:33.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZZZZZY thoughts</title><content type='html'>I found out why my back hurt. On my own (subborn, anyone?). The way I walk for sure. I walk with my feet out like a duck. It feels the most natural for my hips and knees (my legs aren't straight). Not so good for my back after a long time. This walk wasn't near as bad once I changed to walking with my toes facing forward. Felt weird as, well, as weird can be. But, at least I'm not experiencing the ever so lovely pain in the back. How do you overcome 31 years of walking the way that you do? I guess one walk at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that the prior post is about my beloved music while I walk. Why? Because, I got all geared up (ok, just work out clothes and shoes, but it was an effort!) this morning only to realize my iPod was not charged. Hubby and I are trying a new no tv in bed thing, so we used the iPod. And left it on over night I'm assuming. Otherwise gremlins broke into our house to rock out to my iPod in the middle of the night. I hope they love the dixie chicks, motely crue, and bethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was I to do? As I saw it there were 3 optiosn. Steal the hubby's iPod (if I only knew where that was!). The other two: take the gear off and not go and watch tv like a lazy bum, or go for the walk anyway and be left to my thoughts. I didn't have the heart to tell my very exicted dog (she knows the shoes, stupid classical conditioning) that her momma was going to deny her of one of her favorite activities because she couldn't (scratch that...didn't want to be is more appropriate) left alone with her thoughts. So, I braved my thoughs and potential boredome and left the house for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Outcome? Not so bad. It's easier to keep a steady pace when you're not relying on songs to keep it going. Especially given that I haven't made a playlist for exercising yet (I know...my laziness knows no bounds).  And, I wasn't as bored as I thought I would be. I did the entire route and didn't even cut corners. YAY ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I continue the trend? Probably not. More than likely I will obsessively check every night to make sure it is charged up! But at least I know I can be left alone with my crazy thoughts now. Which include writing this post in my head, "singing" a song over and over and over and over (yes, the same song...ugh, but I switched to a better one 1/2 way through to get the 1st one out of my head), thinking about random conversations I had the day before, etc. But, they're mine so why not indulge them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4461020167497796780?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4461020167497796780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4461020167497796780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4461020167497796780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4461020167497796780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-all.html' title='CRAZZZZZY thoughts'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-8835855340824552571</id><published>2009-05-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:55:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exercise as meditation</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the great advice, tips and encouragement with my last post! The pain is a sciatic pain. I used to have trouble with it when I was waitressing (using only one side for heavy lifting of trays and plates = pain!). The docotor says the x-ray shows nothing. My chiropractor told me that my hips are not centered with my spine. Who knows. All I know is that when I jogg it goes away or is not so bad. I should press it more, but I'm tired of going to the doctor and them not doing anything for me. Compacency is always the best solution, right? hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different topic:&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Bride Wars the other day. As an aside, I promise not to spoil it. But, really, if you haven’t seen it then do it! If you’re a girl (or have known girls!), it is perfect. Funny, sad, outrageous, but it fits us or how we can be or at least feel sometimes to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, related to this blog: there is a scene (early on…promise!) where Kate Hudson’s character asks why they can’t power walk/jog/run with iPods. Anne Hathaway’s character says to that: “iPods are for people that can’t be left alone with their thoughts.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know use iPods to make exercising enjoyable. Is it true? Are we all just people who can’t be left alone to their thoughts? I don’t know that I agree. At least agree whole heartedly. While I do feel that way sometimes (that and my anxiety will be left to a different post), I don’t think it’s so bad to lose yourself in exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes walking/jogging/running is good for sorting out your thoughts. But, if you’re like me, sometimes you need to escape them as well. I worry all the time. I like exercise being a break from that. My iPod and my music helps that. It helps me lose all the stupid worries and just feel peaceful. It usually helps to distract me somewhat from everyday life. And, it helps to not make a big deal out of things.&lt;br /&gt;So, while I think sometimes I do things to not be left alone to my thoughts, I’m not sure that using an iPod is related to that. Besides, if I had a buddy to chat with why would I use an iPod. Isn't having a buddy the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you thing about this? Agree with the movie? Disagree? Do any of you go sans music or tv while exercising? What music do you like to exercise to? Any favorites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-8835855340824552571?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8835855340824552571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=8835855340824552571&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8835855340824552571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8835855340824552571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/exercise-as-meditation.html' title='exercise as meditation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-23676942355181046</id><published>2009-05-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:00:01.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the....back!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was good for the most part.  Eating...we're not discussing that! But, exercise is going well. I've been fast paced walking for about 30-40 minutes 5 days a week. Let me tell you, the doggie is loving it! My back? Not so much. But, I've discovered something weird...if I walk for a long time my back hurts like crazy. If I jogg periodically through the time (@ 1 minute bursts) then it starts to feel better again. I've never heard of this...do you think it's my posture (as I straighten my slouched back! lol), or maybe the way I walk? I'm starting to think so...why else would jogging releave it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM...I have some inernet scouring to do! Er, after I work. Yes, after work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-23676942355181046?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/23676942355181046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=23676942355181046&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/23676942355181046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/23676942355181046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain-in-theback.html' title='Pain in the....back!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7033151347656102538</id><published>2009-05-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:23:44.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy snacks and sweet tooth fixes</title><content type='html'>I think Mama bear June was right on her comment for my last post. I think I am having more calories than I realized and making more allowences. I am doing better about over eating, but not all of it is good foods. It's just so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Crazy Lady is my kind of girl. I love sweets that don't involve chocolate (most of the time anyway), and her idea about eating fruit with peanutbutter is genious in my book. So simple, and yet would totally hit the spot. I have this new problem with sweet tooth fixes. Plain fruit cuts it most of the time, but not all...as evidence of the ice cream in my freezer! Dang the hubby for turning me onto sweets. Doesn't help being a girl and all (you know what I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the rest of my eating habbits: I won't be following a diet or a plan. They mess my head up more than they help. My main goal is to eat better, but be "normal" about food as well. Don't get me wrong, weight loss would be a great side effect, but just a side effect. I'm getting there, I just need a little time and maybe help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for healthy fixes? What snacks do you feel like you just can't get enough of? I know I need to find my own, but until then I'll steal some of yours :) I know I've heard you say it time and time again on your blogs, but I'd like to hear them again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7033151347656102538?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7033151347656102538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7033151347656102538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7033151347656102538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7033151347656102538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/healthy-snacks-and-sweet-tooth-fixes.html' title='Healthy snacks and sweet tooth fixes'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2201612431578421198</id><published>2009-05-14T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:13:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allowences. Again.</title><content type='html'>To clarify...if I were a stay at home mom, like a lot of you ladies, I would probably be as exhausted as I am when I'm in the midst of a semester. I have all the respect for parents, especially ones that stay at home with their kids. It's more than a full time job in and of itself. A stay at home wife with no kids to take care of = boring. Yes, I could clean my house, but what fun would that be? :) Besides, I do have work to do it's just that I'm going stir crazy being cooped inside. We go for walks to help, and go see friends once in a while, but it's just really a different environment than what I'm used to. Imagine what'll happen when I retire. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm struggling with the same things food wise. 1 year of posting, many years of worrying about this and I'm at the same place. The issue is that I can't be good all the time, but I have troubles finding balance. How do you let yourself have yummy yet bad for you foods and leave it at that? How often do you have them? Once a week have a fast food cheeseburger? Quit the whining and have none? I have a problem with limits and allowences. I am usually an all or nothing type of person, so this you can have treats in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, I'm going to keep working on eating when I'm hungry and trying to eat a little better. I've already incorporated a lot more healthy food into my diet (as in food intake not on a "diet") and leave the worrying for another day! Let's just focus on one step at a time. Like Bill Mury in What About Bob...Baby steps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2201612431578421198?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2201612431578421198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2201612431578421198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2201612431578421198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2201612431578421198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/allowences-again.html' title='Allowences. Again.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6255986330314550368</id><published>2009-05-13T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:16:43.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC</title><content type='html'>I am in a funk. Not a funk in life per say, but with the blog. I have ideas about what to write about, but most of them stem off of other people's posts and really enough was said on their ends. I just have nothing much going on. I guess that's a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm on "break" until the end of May. Instead of doing things (which cost $$), I've been staying at home a lot. A.LOT. I don't know how house wives and husbands do it. I would go insane. A week and a half and I already am going stir crazy. I'm looking forward to working again. Well, I always need to be working, but I mean going to school instead of working at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing well on the HYC stuff. I've been trying to journal and let go of feelings. I also started walking (speeded) about 1/2 hour every day and taking small walks or bike rides with the hubby. Also, trying to get a grip on compulsive eating. I'm not exactly eating as healthy as I could (although my snacks are typically grapes or oranges, which is way better than usual) and I am eating more than necessary. But, I'm doing and feeling a lot better than in the past. I just need to keep chugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6255986330314550368?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6255986330314550368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6255986330314550368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6255986330314550368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6255986330314550368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/hyc.html' title='HYC'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5086098192345628263</id><published>2009-05-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:03:15.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This is my 2nd mothers day without my mom. I miss her in more ways than I can express in person, much less typing to you. But, it makes me appreciate all you moms so much more. I hope you realize what you mean to your daughters and sons. How much you shape them into who they will be. And, regardless of your struggles together, if they're anything like me they will be proud to grow up to be just like you. It's an honor. Just like I hope you are feel towards your moms (and dads, but that's for a different month :). I hope everyone had as wonderful of a mom as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to you Blogger moms. I hope this weekend is a relaxing, relatively stress free, and a wonderful one. I hope you take some time for you this weekend - to appreciate all that you do! After all, you can't do your job well (as a mom) until you take care of yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5086098192345628263?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5086098192345628263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5086098192345628263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5086098192345628263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5086098192345628263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-weekend.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-87004309898010183</id><published>2009-05-07T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:55:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study time</title><content type='html'>Stressors, stressors, where are my stressors. Oh, wait, yes…I found it. But, today one stressor just became more manageable. All by what should have been humiliation. I have exams coming up. “YES, YES, we KNOW”, you say. Well, it’s all I can think about, so it’s what I will write about! After all, this is my body journey…I’m making it a well rounded body journey. :) But, that’s not the point. Back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the guy I’m taking the exams with went to a little meeting with one of my professors. He wanted us both there so he could ask questions, we’d write it down, and then he’d evaluate it on the spot. See the humiliation part? Well, the big answer is that we were both not ready. Bottom line. How is that a good thing you ask? WELL, this means that we have the dates extended. We now have until August to take them. Whoot, whoot. Why didn’t I think of this before? Oh, wait, if I had I wouldn’t have been frantically studying all this time and realized what I was doing wasn’t enough. So, we now have a great plan. And, 3 more months to study for it. Yes, I am actually cheering for more studying. Sick. Sick and wrong ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weight on my chest just got a ton lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days until the women's challenge. If you don't know what that is, then go &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/woman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And join &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/woman/community/index.cfm"&gt;Miz Fit's group &lt;/a&gt;here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-87004309898010183?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/87004309898010183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=87004309898010183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/87004309898010183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/87004309898010183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-time.html' title='Study time'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7653710123284507160</id><published>2009-05-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:13:55.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowerment</title><content type='html'>I am still working toward my HYC stuff, especially with my compulsive eating, bad food choices, and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to talk about is being in my zen place (as I call it). With school, money issues (like where the heck is my money tree already?), etc. I am a little high strung. Prone to anxiety and really go a little nutzo when things pop up like the exams coming up that are 1/2 of determining if I get my PhD. But, with it all I find myself not sleeping well and being a general bit**. Something needed to change. So, a couple of weeks ago I decided that enough was enough. I need to destress and keep things in perspective. If you've been following my progress then you've heard me talk about it here and there. I just woke up one morning and decided that the stress was never going to go away (after all, I want to be a professor when I grow up so this stress will ALWAYS be here). So, I'm making a conscious decision to change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I was talking with one of my professors and he mentioned that I "look really healthy", and asked what changed. It's sad that I let all the stress get to me that much, but what good feedback that I'm doing things right. I didn't realize how much I let things get to me. I only hope my students didn't feel it. But, the only thing I am focusing on now is that I'm going in the right direction. Empowerment feels good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7653710123284507160?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7653710123284507160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7653710123284507160&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7653710123284507160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7653710123284507160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/craziness.html' title='Empowerment'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3657652582486318618</id><published>2009-04-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:37:26.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rewards</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, just been working, working, working. I'm freaking out because my exams are at the end of May and there's just not enough time to study that much! AGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I decided that I want to put myself on a reward system for working out. LIke, I get $1 for every half hour I work out. Then, I can use the money to buy clothes or purses or something. We are on a limited budget, otherwise it'd totally be more. Like wouldn't it be nice to work out every day for a month and buy a large ipod? :) Can't happen, but I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue is that I'm afraid that external motivation ruins internal ones. Like the studies where they paid kids to play the piano, and as soon as they did that the kids didn't want to do it anymore. What do you think? Yes, I realize I'm like a little kid at times :) But, what do you think about adult rewards for things like that? (really, it was mostly an excuse for me and for my hubby to let me get clothes once in a while, but I figured I could use any help in the exercies department that I could get!) But, do you think I'm messing it all up??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3657652582486318618?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3657652582486318618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3657652582486318618&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3657652582486318618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3657652582486318618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/rewards.html' title='rewards'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5886697347101594245</id><published>2009-04-27T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:01:57.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the replies about my venting post (or reading it if you didn't post!). My plan is not (and was never) to cut this person out of my life (she's a really great friend in many other ways)...may plan is to steer conversations either away from the negativity or help her with solutions only. I have "friends" that are best left not friends but she's a great person in every other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having a problem with the sweets. What problem? Like I didn't think of the alternatives I wanted to have like I said I would. Oh, and then there's the fun fact that it was the hubby's birthday Saturday, so we had a get together with 6 of his closest friends. Chips and dip, hot dogs and cake. Oh, the cake. I made it, and it was delicious if I do say so :) But, dang if we didn't have one healthy thing there. So, I'm renewing my goal. No more cake (even though my b-day is tomorrow). No more sugary stuff. I will have smoothies and apple sauce and stuff like that if it's the only thing I do this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5886697347101594245?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5886697347101594245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5886697347101594245&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5886697347101594245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5886697347101594245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7437808867363352025</id><published>2009-04-24T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:47:49.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To vent or not to vent</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the people I surround myself with a lot lately, especially since Costa Rica. I don't need people in my life that make me feel bad. I refuse to have that in my life. But, what am I doing to help this (besides not talking to the crappy people). I stumbled on a post linked by the lovely MizFit. It really hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL has a group of women she gets together with. (you'll see the link in a minute) They asked one of them to leave because she was seperating from her hubby and she was venting (ok, probably trashing him) and they didn't want the negativity around them. They said the negatively was infectious and they didn't want it to influence their relationships with their husbands. I thought this was so harsh when I first heard about it. What else are girlfriends there for, but to hear you when you're down. To be there for you and listen to your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I've gotten older I've noticed a pattern about venting. It does spread. And, it turns everything negative (at least for me) for a while. While venting can be good, it's taking it to an extreme. And, at least for me, it doesn't make me feel better. You know wat does? Writing in my journal,and then getting over with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in your life have you heard about what a jerk someone's ex-girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife was? What about when they ask you (or insist) for your opinion? You give it. Then they're back together with the person. It almost always creates a divide. I've had this happen a couple of times with really, really good friends. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening lately with one of my best friends is that we talk about our men. They have similar issues, so it was funny to laugh about it all when we met. Then, the laughing turned to venting. The thing is, every time she "vents", I feel the need to chime in and relate to her situation. It really creates negativity all around and it's harder to be happy with him afterwards, when I was just perfectly happy with him before the conversation. I'm sure the same thing happens with her when I vent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in addition to cutting back on sweets after dinner, I am also resolving to make my life more positive in other ways. Try to be happier, more pleasant, etc. Making a list of things I'm grateful for or having my inspiration board with things that remind me to be positive and make me happy. Most importantly, to stop myself when I feel the need to agree (when someone else vents about their people) or when I feel myself starting to vent. Finally, journal when things are down so that I can recharge. Funny how when I vent on paper I alwas turn myself around, but don't when I'm with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7437808867363352025?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7437808867363352025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7437808867363352025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7437808867363352025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7437808867363352025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-vent-or-not-to-vent.html' title='To vent or not to vent'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2979773626008001548</id><published>2009-04-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:05:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>I'm not doing the greatest with the no sweets after dinner thing. My friend brought over cup cakes. That's ok, cause I did it to her the other day. I should be able to just say no, right? Well, I'm going to get rid of them and stick to smoothies and unsweetened apple sauce. Maybe some dark chocolate, because antioxidents can't be bad, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe this is a moot point, given that I eat worse foods than this, but I totally don't *get* why people are down with eggs. I understand that they need to be cooked properly. I understand that there is cholesterol. But, I had been under the impression that researchers and doctors think they're good for you, or at least that with moderation (and if you don't have cholesteral problems already) that the good out weight the bad. Apparently, not for everybody. I want to know why! Why are they so bad. Why are they not natural. What's the big deal? If you know or know where to point me to, I would love an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this a moot point? Because I'm trying to give things up like cupcakes and pizza. I think that given my current diet, it's a better alternative. But, I would love to know....why all the arguing and conflicting information?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2979773626008001548?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2979773626008001548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2979773626008001548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2979773626008001548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2979773626008001548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-462682055225610301</id><published>2009-04-20T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:28:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>Yes, I actually said "happy monday". Feeling like Felicia right now ;) Mondays are usually dreaded days. I think it's the lack of internet. I may cave soon. Must.have.internet. Like a junky. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went walking/jogging this weekend. I got to thinking about &lt;a href="http://homefitnessbody.com/blog/living-with-diabetes/"&gt;Tom's post about his diabetes&lt;/a&gt;. How he was exercising for donuts (or some other bad food) before he was diagnosed. It was a really moving post (along with the one on MizFit's site), so go read it if you haven't already. But, the exercising to burn off calories for bad foods...that's me. It's scary. People do it all the time. Why really change before something goes wrong. Well, I'd like to change before I have something serious like diabetes to deal with. So, I'll continue working on these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my next thing I'm working on for the week? Cutting out desert. I've been eating sweets every night (or more). Weird for me, but it's been pretty consistant lately. It's high time to get rid of those and replace it with healthier stuff like fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-462682055225610301?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/462682055225610301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=462682055225610301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/462682055225610301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/462682055225610301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2375322456031985964</id><published>2009-04-17T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:00:54.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining and pouring!</title><content type='html'>We had a weird storm yesterday. I'm from the north...I can handle a lot of weird weather situations. Blizzards, snow (and lots of it), ice, rain, etc. What I have never have &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; had is hail. Until yesterday. It wasn't large (so I'm told by my TX native hubby), but wow. I was driving home...and thought it was going to crack the windshield. Or go through the roof. Ok, maybe I'm a little over dramatic, but it was LOUD. And, it was only 2" balls of frozen masses falling from the sky. What would the golfball or softball sized ones feel like? I hope I never find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2375322456031985964?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2375322456031985964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2375322456031985964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2375322456031985964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2375322456031985964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining-and-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s raining and pouring!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6748826208432940847</id><published>2009-04-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:20:59.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>I almost caved. I almost kept my internet. But, thankfully the (*&amp;amp;%$*%) company likes to charge a ton for each item when it's seperate, so I don't have internet at home. Last night and today: talk about weird. I was SURE that I'd have a ton of urgent emails that made me regret ever getting rid of it. Truth? Mostly junk or joke emails. Nothing pressing. No student emergencies. No advisor "you need to read this and get back to me in the next hour" emails. Life was just fine. What is that you say? The world doesn't revolve around me? Whatever! ;) Sheesh, I guess it doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that I said no inernet at home. There's still school (students and faculty get free inernet), so I will be able to write (like now?!) and check in on y'all. It just will be weekdays am instead of obsessively all day long. And, I'm less likely to procrastinate when I'm working at work. So, life will be great...just hopefully more productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6748826208432940847?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6748826208432940847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6748826208432940847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6748826208432940847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6748826208432940847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5673877067678838836</id><published>2009-04-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:25:38.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogaversarry</title><content type='html'>Happy blogaversary to me!&lt;br /&gt;My blog-annaversary is here. It has been an exciting year, with ups and downs of course. As I started to say in the last post, what I have gained the most are all of you. You provide more support and encouragement than I ever hoped to gain. Thank you for you're support. Really, it means everything. I can't possibly predict what the future holds, but I'm looking forward to the next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big change happening today. We're getting rid of our home cable and internet. I know. Crazy, crazy talk. It's for financial reasons, but really I think it'll be a great thing for us both. I can get more work done, stop procrastinating with the internet and cable, start doing things that I really want to do but figure I don't have time. If I was honest with myself, I'd say that we watch tv at least 8 hours of the day. INSANE. If not more. And, there is never a time that I'm awake where I don't have the tv on. It's a constant. I do things here and there (like blog, or check my email obsessively. Sometimes work on my lecture), but not as much as I should. Not as much as I need to if I want to have my PhD any time soon. Or at all. It's too easy to veg in front of the tv and forget everything.  Well, it won't be as easy any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we do have more movies than I care to admitt. You'd be more than shocked. But, for me, movies don't hold the same magick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's me. I will probably continue with the sparse posting. I plan to keep it up...it's just that hopefully I'll be doing more and dreaming about doing more less often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5673877067678838836?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5673877067678838836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5673877067678838836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5673877067678838836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5673877067678838836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogaversarry.html' title='Blogaversarry'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-752372406758978871</id><published>2009-04-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:07:57.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Wow. I had no idea that I have had this blog for almost a year now. Doesn't seem like it. Crazy stuff. I keep reading about blogaversaries and monumental posting amounts...meanwhile ignoring my own. I never was into birthdays and anniversaries anyway. I like to try to focus on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's Thursday already. Make that, can't blelieve it's April or 2009. Where does the time go? I remember a summer feeling blisfully like forever. I remember being 9 and feeling like I'd never make it to 10. Now? It all passes in a blink of an eye. Now I'm 30 and wondering where the past year went. lol. I'll be 31 later this month. Wowsers. 31. When I started this blog, I was in my 20's (although, only for a moment as I turned 30 a week and half after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sad. Sad that I'm still struggling with the same issues. That I haven't resolved much of anything, except to focus on it more. But, not much has seemed to change. Yet, maybe it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nataliaburleson.com/?p=345"&gt;Natalia&lt;/a&gt; brought up a good point about not respecting the ones closest to you...including yourself. It's a good lesson to face and realize. I love what she says at the end. Be kind! Be loving! Be patient! I think that may be what my big lesson has been. That I need to be kind, loving and patient with myself. It's something I'm still struggling with, but one I'm getting a grasp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've discovered a lot about what doesn't work for me. Like dieting and weighing myself all the time. But, that doesn't mean that I can sit around and be healthy. I need to work on things, but in a "sane", healthy way. Hmm. Maybe I can get older I &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; wiser? Just a little? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to save something like this for my actual bloggaversary post, but I just realized (thanks Tom!) that I should have stated it here. The one best thing I've gained from this blog is the support of you all! I will leave the rest of the gratitude statement for next week, but realize that I appreciate your support more than you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-752372406758978871?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/752372406758978871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=752372406758978871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/752372406758978871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/752372406758978871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-thats-all-that-needs-to-be.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-472760561750169088</id><published>2009-04-06T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:23:11.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give away link</title><content type='html'>FYI...Felice over at &lt;a href="http://thehappyrunner.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-200-and-carb-licious-giveaway.html"&gt;The Happy Runner &lt;/a&gt;is having a give away for her 2ooth post! The give away is 5 products from &lt;a href="http://www.rudisbakery.com/home"&gt;Rudi's Organic Bakery&lt;/a&gt;. I've never tried their products, but they look really good. Oh, wait, I want to win. Never mind...they're yucky! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Felice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-472760561750169088?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/472760561750169088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=472760561750169088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/472760561750169088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/472760561750169088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-away-link.html' title='Give away link'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5214519752646403247</id><published>2009-04-04T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:37:59.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>Here's the weekend update, although probably not near as entertaining as snl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself. Caffeine is down. I'm &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to switching to only decaf. That will be tomorrow. Water consumption is way up. I did great on this goal. And, let me tell you. It's harder than it sounds. I never realized it would be a conscious effort every day. It's getting easier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest goal is to eat more poultry and fish. My first part of this, for an operational definition of what I'll actually acomplish this week, will be to cut out hot dogs, brats, etc. Anything super processed like that. But, I've already started on minimal red meat. I'd like to get where I'm minimal on all meats, but that's unlikely. I'd love to become a vegetarian, but if it happens it'll get there slowly. Very slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5214519752646403247?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5214519752646403247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5214519752646403247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5214519752646403247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5214519752646403247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-8846298930768942133</id><published>2009-04-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:47:32.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling fat</title><content type='html'>This is the problem with being overweight. It's so difficult to feel normal and good about yourself. It's difficult to pull out of the funk and to not drown sorrows in donuts or french fries or the double fudge chocolate swirl ice cream (not my thing, but hey...I thought the rest of you could relate!). I know other people hear about emotional eating or feeling bad about yourself, but they really don't know what it's like. Well, &lt;a href="http://www.homehints.com.au/my+journey/1787/reading/feeling+fat"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;that I stumbled upon really summs it up. If you're having a good day, then read it another time. It's kind of a bummer, but it puts things very bluntly and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I'm not saying that I agree with the author all of the time. Or even most of the time. But some of the time? Yes. Yes I have. It's something I'm working on...and I think it is something important to come to terms with and deal with before ever becoming healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-8846298930768942133?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8846298930768942133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=8846298930768942133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8846298930768942133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8846298930768942133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-fat.html' title='Feeling fat'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-9145539395710146889</id><published>2009-04-01T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:23:11.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee and eggs</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking my half calf, eating my eggs and cheese, feeling good. I'm good in the am. What I didn't realize was how hard it'd be to not drink sodas during the day! Somewhere between a year ago and now I became a secret (from me even) soda junky! I'm aware now! So, I'm going to rock the half calf in the am (and water the rest of the day) for a few days until I'll move to decaf only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-9145539395710146889?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9145539395710146889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=9145539395710146889&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9145539395710146889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9145539395710146889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/coffee-and-eggs.html' title='coffee and eggs'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4371377089443059475</id><published>2009-03-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:27:58.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, food and more food!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of what Dr. J had to say about listening to your body. That you need to cut out sugar and all the bad stuff...you can't just magically expect it to happen. I think he has a good point. And, that's probably something I didn't emphasize. This is where my plans diverge from the intuitive eating plans I've heard about (disclaimer...never read anything else about intuitive eating besides what I hear from y'all. Not saying it doesn't work. Just never tried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm saying that I'll eat whatever I want and expect to eat better. What I'm trying is eating the "better", cleaner, healthier foods and seeing how I feel and what my body craves. I know that after trying it out that it's what my body will want. I just need to rely on it and trust it. How does this sound different from a "diet" or a food plan, I'm leaving myself open so that I don't feel like I'm denying myself of things. If I want pasta, I'm going to have it. No ifs, ands or butts about it. If I want "bad" foods, I'll have them. But, I'm trying to make a conscious effort to chose things that are good for me and really seeing what happens to my body as I do them. It's an experimental approach...really paying attention to how you feel before and after eating. No zoning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to sound dumb to some people, but the thing I'd have the hardest time giving up that I know I really need to is coffee in the am. Afternoon sodas too. I've done it before - loved it - but I have an easier time getting the work done that needs to be done when I have the bad legal drug. What I don't like are the heart palpitations that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first goal this week is to have less caffeine. It's not that I have that much, but the am one really gets me going. I will also plan to eat more fish and chicken, less red meats and definitely less processed meats (i.e., hot dogs and brats). But, the caffeine is the focus of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4371377089443059475?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4371377089443059475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4371377089443059475&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4371377089443059475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4371377089443059475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-food-and-more-food.html' title='Food, food and more food!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6201196502290383452</id><published>2009-03-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:21:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, part 2.</title><content type='html'>Visit day was good. Even though it wasn't snowing a lot, it was windy (we get up to 40-50 mph winds with our windy days) and cold (I believe 30's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never used video here, so if it works it'll be a miracle! lol. But, here is an idea of the snow fall. My hubby is trying our baby girl (aka dog) to go potty.  The wnow is gone now...that's the joy of TX.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the shaky camera work...my hubby was using our camera, not the video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c49a4c074efc2997" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc49a4c074efc2997%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330054137%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74CA9488A93B92FEAEC2892D2431523CE98C6594.5DC432856B78EC20D411EA42F7EB978E1A1508C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc49a4c074efc2997%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPg1vViVwAmrewZ6LuCCvncuCWlM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc49a4c074efc2997%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330054137%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74CA9488A93B92FEAEC2892D2431523CE98C6594.5DC432856B78EC20D411EA42F7EB978E1A1508C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc49a4c074efc2997%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPg1vViVwAmrewZ6LuCCvncuCWlM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You would never guess that she was born, bred and raised as a TX girl. She sure loves the snow! Maybe it's her German roots? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6201196502290383452?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c49a4c074efc2997&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6201196502290383452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6201196502290383452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6201196502290383452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6201196502290383452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-part-2.html' title='Snow, part 2.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2711897299071254391</id><published>2009-03-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:38:19.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I live in TX, but where I live it does snow here. It's not common, but one year we even had about 4 inches on the ground. Never mind that it cleared up the next day, but we still got it. The funny thing is that we havent had snow all year. That is, until today. Now, it's not bad (I'd show pictures, but my camera is at home and I won't be home until @ 9 tonight), but it just so happens to coincide with people visiting to join our graduate program. The one full day they're here and it's cold and snowing for the first time this season. I think it's supposed to go back to 70-80's Sunday. Go figure. It's the curse of visit day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2711897299071254391?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2711897299071254391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2711897299071254391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2711897299071254391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2711897299071254391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-814237017748303973</id><published>2009-03-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:18:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diets</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to do more intuitive eating and less dieting. I don't think I do well on diets (well, I don't think anyone does, but I really don't). I just begin obsessing about food and being a little, well, crazy. I constantly focus on the foods I'm not "supposed" to have. All.the.friggin.time. Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm finding it hard to intuitively eat too. It's not the intuitive eating program, but it sounds similar in the most important ways. I'm supposed to be relying on myself and listening to my body. Problem? My mind is saying "screw eating healthy, let's eat ice cream!!" And, french fries. And, all the things my body is not craving but my mind is. It's also difficult to try and slow down and take things one step at a time when you have a lot of weight to lose. And, when you're not happy with your body.  I go between eating for comfort instead of nutrition and panicking about being too over weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes me tempted to diet again. It seems easier. After all, the intuitive type of eating inevidably forces me to come to terms with my emotions and stop hiding them with food. It's much easier to ignore the problems. Except, nothing really gets solved. And, it never works in the long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will stick to trying to the trust my body. I just need to give it a chance to tell me what it needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-814237017748303973?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/814237017748303973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=814237017748303973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/814237017748303973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/814237017748303973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/diets.html' title='Diets'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5833416317087523621</id><published>2009-03-24T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:21:15.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC update</title><content type='html'>I've been back a day. Costa rica was gorgeous. I would go back in a heartbeat, but I think our next big trip will be a cruise or to Brazil. My SIL is marrying a Brazilian and I'm so excited for her. She offered to go with us either on a cruise or to see Brazil, but not for a little while. It'd be nice to see the country from an insider's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm warning you out there - you don't know a person until you live or travel with them. A good friend of mine is no longer a friend because of this trip and it's too bad. But, life is too short to waste time with people that try to make you feel bad all the time. Why is it that when people are miserable they try to make you feel that way? I guess I'll never really know, but at least I can work to make my life more peaceful and less polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news (and, yes, to change the subject)...we borrowed his parents food dehydrator!! I'm so excited, as you can tell by all the !!! :) They gave us a dehydrator cookbook, so we're going to try out a few things - I love banana chips and of course home made beef jerky. Yummy. But, do any of you still use one? What do you like to make with it? I think they went out of fashion a while ago, but I don't care. It's another way to have heathier options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5833416317087523621?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5833416317087523621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5833416317087523621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5833416317087523621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5833416317087523621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/hyc-update.html' title='HYC update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7970875644317579911</id><published>2009-03-19T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:00:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKSXSX4zqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FWYWLzwc26Q/s1600-h/blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971439017283234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKSXSX4zqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FWYWLzwc26Q/s400/blog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola! I am in the gorgeous country of Costa Rica!! It's been just wonderful. I am sick of course (bad cough and congestion), but really...how bad can it be in Costa Rica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are here with my dad, his girlfriend, my best cousin friend and her husband. They went on trips yesterday and today. Me and the hubby have just been taking it easy (being sick and poor college students...you know how it is!). Enjoying the ocean, ocean views (the above is from our balcony)and getting rest for the body and soul...that's what I'm talking about! We did find some locals to take us to a good spot for snorkling then fishing for several hours though. And, right around the resort there are "wild" iguanas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314974399170509298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKVDlzaefI/AAAAAAAAAGw/40U8asV-67k/s400/blogger+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;monkeys (howler...boy, are they weird sounding for such a little thing!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314972728509437522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKTiWGxllI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L1GJsq835Ys/s400/blogger+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a long nosed cousin of the racoon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314972512399831858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKTVxCOszI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vARoN1bkwpg/s400/blogger+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and snorkleing around here has the most amazing fish...and even a small jelly fish..ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing is that everything is expensive and it's mostly American stuff. So, if you come to Playa Hermosa, Playa de Cocoa or Playa Panama anytime soon be aware that you have to look for culture. I guess that's true of any vacation spot, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ifI have your address, I'll try to send out a post card soon so look out for that in the next couple weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care, and I hope y'all are having a great week. I miss reading everyone's posts and I'll try to catch up next week when I'm back in TX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta luego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971551543460994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKSd1kOBII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PNvlsoZNf5o/s400/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7970875644317579911?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7970875644317579911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7970875644317579911&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7970875644317579911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7970875644317579911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ScKSXSX4zqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FWYWLzwc26Q/s72-c/blog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2903214396680446295</id><published>2009-03-09T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:59:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica &amp; HYC</title><content type='html'>2 days until I go to Costa Rica. Well, until I drive from TX to IL to meet my family, then go to CR on Sat.Backwards, yes, but this way we can all travel together. And, given that the place of stay is in my dad's name, it would not be good if we arrived and they didn't! We are riding to the airport in style though.  I've never been in a limo, and my cousin got a limo to drive in to the airport. It's at 5:30 am...so I doubt partying like a rock star is in order. lol. I guess at least I get to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I've never had any students talk about Costa Rica, and out of the blue someone talks about how they saw a bridge collapse and seeing people pummet. And, no...I didn't tell them I'm going there. Ack. I'm sure we'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual HYC update: things are at a standstill. I still am focusing on stopping before I'm uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about internet connections, so I probably won't be back until it's time to post the lovely photos. If I get some internet action going on, I'll keep you posted throughout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2903214396680446295?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2903214396680446295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2903214396680446295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2903214396680446295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2903214396680446295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/costa-rica-hyc.html' title='Costa Rica &amp; HYC'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5278669997108948611</id><published>2009-03-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:07:19.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Update</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that one crabby, crappy person can derail your good mood in a heartbeat? Maybe I'm just a little more sensative than the rest, but I just had that. Not to say that I was in a great mood, but after an encounter with a confrontational cranky person that thinks he's cooler than he is I've found myself irritated and cranky myself. Really, it's fine to say something if someone's annoying you, but to be so agressive is unnecessary. Why are people such jerks? I just got a reminder of why I don't hang out with people in the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend: the hubby works all weekend except for tonight, so a couple friends are going out with us to play pool. Now, I'm terrible at it, but it's something to do and I usually have a good time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one week away from our trip. Did I tell you guys about it? We're going to Costa Rica for spring break! How exciting, right? The wind has been out of my sails for a little while now. (probably the real reason that I let the jerk above get to me) I'm hoping that I can get recharged and find my spunk again. Being on the beach for a week should help with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5278669997108948611?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5278669997108948611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5278669997108948611&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5278669997108948611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5278669997108948611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-update.html' title='Friday Update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2769756390962909170</id><published>2009-03-02T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:21:13.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC</title><content type='html'>I'm convinced that my back feeling better after jogging is due to jostling the vertebrae into place again. That or the poor posture I usually have. Or, it could be giving my feet a rest from the suckier shoes that I usually wear. Ok, maybe I don't know...lol... but I'll keep doing it as long as it feels good. The one problem I'm having lately is that it's been cooler. And, I think that's what my problem was that one day I said my lungs were on fire. So, I'm going to plan to do my videos when it's lower than 70 (I'm a big ol wussy, but hey...that's me!). I haven't been so good at doing things when it's colder - just keep waiting for it to get warmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear after this week, and after months of struggling, that I'm not giving the healthier eating a very good shot. I don't know if I'm ready to give up my crutch. I recognize when I'm getting full, but it just seems to impossible that I can really be full with that little food. I guess I have some mind adjusting to do.  So, that's my goal. To recognize when I'm comfortable (not full, full) and stop then. If I need more a short time later, I'll eat the rest of what's on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm thinking about it..I may just take the small plate instead of a large one to "trick" myself and not feel like I have to finish the huge mound that's on the big one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2769756390962909170?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2769756390962909170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2769756390962909170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2769756390962909170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2769756390962909170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/hyc.html' title='HYC'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6462646042938202540</id><published>2009-02-26T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:30:42.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep and back pain, not together!</title><content type='html'>I'm sleeping better. With meds. I'm sleeping with meds? I am taking meds to sleep better...and they're working. I finally caved again. I wish I could solve this with behavioral/natural methods, but I can't afford to be that sleep deprived. I figured that if exercising and eating better didn't help, that it was time to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found something intersting when I jog. My back feels better for a while (hours at least, but my inclination is days). When I walk long distances or sit at my computer (hunchback...terrible, I know) I have sciatic pain (the x rays didn't show anything though...grrr). It bothers me so much that it actually limits what I can/cannot do with my husband. But, when I jog it goes away. Can't explain it. No, it's not the shoes because the first time I jogged it was in not so good shoes and I still had the benifits. Maybe it's posture, but I doubt I suddenly straighten up when I jog. Maybe it wiggles my back into better alignment? Who knows. It's official, I'm a freak of nature! ;) I guess it's just one more motivator. The feeling better, not being a freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6462646042938202540?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6462646042938202540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6462646042938202540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6462646042938202540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6462646042938202540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-and-back-pain-not-together.html' title='Sleep and back pain, not together!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4108111467782005435</id><published>2009-02-23T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:21:31.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC</title><content type='html'>Things are looking good! I got to jogg yesterday (the 60/120's again) and my lungs didn't hurt. I think it was a combination of colder weather sunday and also that I was pushing myself a little too hard. Oops! That's ok, I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am making progress with the normal eating stuff. It's hard to change, but one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in a nutshell. Now if I could just sleep through the night I'd consider myself doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4108111467782005435?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4108111467782005435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4108111467782005435&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4108111467782005435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4108111467782005435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/hyc.html' title='HYC'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-8089330836023363434</id><published>2009-02-21T09:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:42:43.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone that responded to the last post! I always thought that sore shins was more to do with doing something wrong (or there being something wrong) rather than another muscle that needs to be worked out! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I like the jogging. It's 60 second incriments and I like how I feel. However, the last time I went out I had a hard time breathing and quite jogging (still did fast walkin and biked around with the hubby), so I may have to modify this one! Listen to my body, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-8089330836023363434?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8089330836023363434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=8089330836023363434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8089330836023363434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/8089330836023363434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7478119618674634442</id><published>2009-02-20T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:20:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise help!</title><content type='html'>I have an exercise question for you. How do you avoid shin splints while jogging? Isn't that what you call sore shins? I heard that you change how you jog/run, but I don't know how to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am have not been able to do the first day of the C25K yet - but, I'm getting there! this time I did 6 - 60 (slow jogg)/120 (walk). I figure I'm going to work my way to 8 - 60/120's thend start on the first week, which is 8 60/90's. I have all the time in the world to work my way there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned how to recover from pushing my muscles too much! Never really had to worry about it much before, and the times I did strain it too much I just hurt for a week and didn't do anything...lol.  Heat and then ICE afterwards! Works wonders for strained muscles! I forgot the ice yesterday morning and couldn't bend my arm all the way yesterday :(  Spent the night doing heat follwed by icing and also icy hot...almost healed today! Totally great stuff there! Just an FYI for anybody that hasn't encountered this before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7478119618674634442?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7478119618674634442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7478119618674634442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7478119618674634442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7478119618674634442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise-help.html' title='Exercise help!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1068076512652405782</id><published>2009-02-19T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:18:00.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Scale</title><content type='html'>I put away my scale. Ok, I had my husband put it away somewhere I don't know about. Yes, we had a long road together. We talked about every day (ok, sometimes way more). That's the problem. Besides that I talk to inatimate objects, I've been too obsessed in the past with losing weight and being skinny instead of being healthier. Even though I talked the "I don't want to have heart disease, diabetes, etc." talk, I didn't walk the walk completely. I didn't do the things that would ensure that I didn't get caught up in the desperate need to be skinnier. I got caught up in a number. A number that I let signify failures and triumphs instead of relying on myself. I let it control my feelings and frustrations - let it get me into spirals that were not pretty. Yes, it's just a number, but it's so much more than that! It's a nubmer that tells the world that I'm a sucess or failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doens't mean that I don't want to look better. That I wouldn't still like to go into any store and reject clothes because they don't have the right fit instead of because they are so tight that I can't fit into them. To go into any of the stores and find clothes that fit, instead of selecting stores based on if they have my size. But, I figure that it's more important to focus on what feels good and trust my instincts than to worry about a number. To eat and exercise because it makes me feel better. To get some internal motivation instead of just external, which as we know works the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, be gone you stupid scale. Your numbers don't have a hold on my any more! They're just numbers. I will let myself and my instincts guide me to where I want to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1068076512652405782?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1068076512652405782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1068076512652405782&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1068076512652405782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1068076512652405782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-scale.html' title='Bye Bye Scale'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4206993066101337350</id><published>2009-02-18T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:20:43.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C25K update</title><content type='html'>If you think you know what a workout really is, then try jogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh. I did the 1st day of the C25K challenge on the streets with the doggie with me. And, the hubby with us on his bike (he has asthma pretty bad, so a very slow bike ride is about all he should do). It requires that you warm up for 5 minutes, jogg for 60 seconds, walk for 90 then jog and walk for an additional 7 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to 5 times of the alternating between jogging and walking, then just did a brisk walk the rest of the time (total of 25 minutes if you include the warm up). Wow. This rivaled no other workout I've done. My lungs burned, I was tingling all over, exhausted. I felt great afterwards though (especially today)! It was the most intense workout I've ever done. No video could compare - even the ones where you work out for an hour. I will be doing this again :) I'm a glutton for punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and afterwards me and the hubby did some extras - crunches (foward and side to get the obliques), cobra push ups, shoulder work. It was fun! In a working out sort of way :D And, it was awesome to have such a great work out partner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4206993066101337350?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4206993066101337350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4206993066101337350&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4206993066101337350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4206993066101337350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-think-you-know-what-workout.html' title='C25K update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-1403857268221752355</id><published>2009-02-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:32:38.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan of action part 1,752,543 &amp; HYC challenge</title><content type='html'>I'm working on the food stuff. Stage one of the normal eating site. We'll have to talk about that later as it brings up more than I want to say now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as exercising, I'm going to switch tactics. I will come back to the videos. But, I also think I'm going to re-try the two challenges that take you from wimpy, wimpy, wimpy to sexy buff (ok, to more fit, but I'll think I'm sexy buff after finishing them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the &lt;a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/index.html"&gt;100 push ups challenge &lt;/a&gt; (only I think instead of push ups I will do a modified pull up until I can gradually get to a regular pull up!) and &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;C25K&lt;/a&gt; again. And, I'll give it a better go this time! Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M (yesterday) W F: push up challenge&lt;br /&gt;T R Sat: C25K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the big reason. I need to get into shape. My doggie wants to get out. Boom. Easy decision to try this out and work out with her! I only hope my every hurting back can handle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I will continue walking the whole 4 blocks to my building (hey, that's 8 blocks there and back..it's a push!) and I plan to take the stairs. I only have 2 flights to my office, but when you're out of shape it feels like 20! That's ok, it's the only way to improve. Plus, I end up taking the stairs a lot on T R F because of teaching and making photocopies and the length of time I'm at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-1403857268221752355?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1403857268221752355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=1403857268221752355&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1403857268221752355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/1403857268221752355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/plan-of-action-part-1752543-hyc.html' title='Plan of action part 1,752,543 &amp; HYC challenge'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5673639368262170603</id><published>2009-02-16T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:43:08.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye opening experiences</title><content type='html'>My hubby and I got into a fight. Now, usually I don't like to talk about personal things, especially if the hubby and I are having problems, but maybe..just maybe it could help someone. Maybe me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the normal eating stages from their site. I'm trying to get a grip on this instead of being screwed up about food. Eating for nutrition and eating a "normal" portion size. To see food as food and not something else. No diets, not restrictions. It's all about chosing my food. Hopefully for it's nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby had a good point, but a bad one as well. He wants to fix it. He wants to cure it for me. What can I say, he cares about me and he's a dude :) And, he sees my struggles and that nothing has been working since we met. But, he really doesn't "get" it. He doesn't understand. And, how could he if I never talk to him about it. That's right, I don't talk to him about any of the stuff I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell y'all more than I ever would dream of telling my hubby about my feelings about my weight, getting healthier and my struggles. I don't even want him to know what I weigh. He found out in a sneaky way a while back, but it's always been a range. Sure, I've told him some stuff about my struggles with food and such, but it's not a topic up for discussion for the most part. It's the reason why I have a semi-anonymous blog.  Yet, how can I expect him to understand what I'm going through if I never talk to him about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to rely on people in my day to day life, at least him, as well as y'all. He is my best friend...so why can't I use him for a support system?!  Seems like a silly waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5673639368262170603?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5673639368262170603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5673639368262170603&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5673639368262170603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5673639368262170603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-opening-experiences.html' title='eye opening experiences'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-352912620992829244</id><published>2009-02-13T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:05:16.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>My hubby did the sweetest thing Friday (yesterday)! He sent me flowers at work: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652639636210130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SZbOeyjNwdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KImhqGzQbVE/s400/Valentines+Flower+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also sent two cards. One from him (which I won't post here - too private and sweet) and one from our doggie. You have to realize - my dog is my child. She doesn't know she's not human - I don't know she's a dog some, ok,  most of the time...it works. Well, especially given how well she listen. Anyway, here was the outside (snoopy was my favorite when I was little!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652770251364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SZbOmZIS2KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KeFaC0ftsrM/s400/Velentine+Card+Gretchie+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, here is the inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652999077376818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SZbOztkqszI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DD8-N-YZcFc/s400/Velentine+Card+Gretchie+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See the doggie print as a signature? (he put her paw in purple stamper ink to "sign" it). How adorable! I was about in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your respective SO's made you as happy as mine did this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day! Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Here's a pic of my baby dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652450403649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SZbOTxmqCPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f8wJa_pxJVM/s400/Gretchie.jpg" border="0" /&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/2854993757810609589-352912620992829244?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/352912620992829244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=352912620992829244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/352912620992829244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/352912620992829244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SZbOeyjNwdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KImhqGzQbVE/s72-c/Valentines+Flower+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7594896599611184447</id><published>2009-02-13T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:22:06.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-explainings from yesterdays post</title><content type='html'>I know - I'm continuing the last post. Updating again. But, it was something I didn't explain well and think I need to try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are varying degrees of physical attractiveness (in a conventional, blind rating sort of way). However, I do believe that people are beautiful in unique ways, and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I think the author of the piece had a point. There are people that hide behind food and their weight instead of facing their real issues. And, there are people that have lost the weight they wanted to and realized that all their issues are still there - they're just a smaller size while dealing with the issues (hence one reason why surgery is not a quick fix! Well, and the other issues that come with surgery...but that's not the point!). It can be heartbreaking to realize that losing weight isn't a cure all for all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the author was trying to get people to realize that fact...that we will still need to deal with all the issues underlying why we (us that have issues) were over eating in the first place. After all, their audience is primarly made up of people that have deeper issues than I like french fries. They are people who want help with deeper issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, there was a line in there that said it was sad that people strive for physical perfection and are let down when losing weight doens't result in the perfection because there is more to attractiveness than that (i.e., inner beauty). Keep in mind that it was paraphrased.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it had come before the shock factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7594896599611184447?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7594896599611184447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7594896599611184447&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7594896599611184447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7594896599611184447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/exlanations-again.html' title='Re-explainings from yesterdays post'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-9221530350777474811</id><published>2009-02-12T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:33:26.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous, but true</title><content type='html'>Something struck a cord with me and got me mad. I was reading about people that are over weight, and it was said that some people over eat because then they can delude themselves. They need to feel like they can do something to do to look attractive. To give them hope. They remain overweight because they don't want to give up that hope. Instead of being comfortable with their looks and thin. Then it was pointed out that some people will never be attractive. That some thin people are ugly and there's nothing they can do about it (basically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh. Ouch. Totally irritated me. Until I realized how many time I used ot think or people say: if I just lost the weight everything would be perfect. Ok, maybe they don't say perfect, but they say things like "I'd get out of the house more, I'd have more friends, I'd go to partys, I could get someone of the opposite sex, etc." Like losing weight will stop the depression and social phobia. It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there are levels of attractiveness just like there are intelligence. I won't ever be Einstein, but I can be the best person I can and learn as much as I can. I may never look like Angelina Jolie, but I need to appreciate what I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the author was meaning to make people feel bad. It wasn't meant to have people think they were ugly either. It was making people realise that they may hold unrealistic expectations. It's probably why some people gain the weight back. It's not a quick fix. It's not a cure all. Losing weight is simply being a smaller size and healthier. Period.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the fact that I was outraged means that maybe it's something I needed to hear. I guess I should re-read it and see if it's different after I've calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Edited for time number 2! I can't post the link.  But, keep in mind that it's not that everyone is over weight for these reasons - it was that some people have this problem.&lt;br /&gt;What they went on to say is that inner beauty is what we should be focusing on. And, it's not that there won't be people that find you beautiful. But, some people will never physically look like Angelina Jolie or Katherine Zeta Jones (not their examples, they're mine!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also note that I didn't mean to say find people of the opposite sex - I meant a romantic partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-9221530350777474811?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9221530350777474811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=9221530350777474811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9221530350777474811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9221530350777474811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/outrageous-but-true.html' title='Outrageous, but true'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7435201948775984779</id><published>2009-02-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:22:09.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy state blame</title><content type='html'>Late night sleeping issues are funny. It's all those darn infomercials. I usually am able to recognize that they rope you in using psychology techniques, but I blame it on the sleepy state. I got to watching one exercise one, and thought "hey, that could answer all my questions and wishes." Totally excited. Ready to shell out money. Then the next one came on. You guessed it. So, even with my training and many (too many) posts on the topic, even though I know better...I still am looking for the quick fix. At least I realized what was going on before moola was involved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying something new. It's all nmb's (at embrasing the weight loss journey) fault :)  I joined the normal eating site in order to try to get a grip on a healthier relationship with food. Food logs and eating healthier foods works for some people - not denying that it does. But, I seem to have deeper roots - lets work on pulling them up one at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I am working out with some tae bo and some bike riding with the hubby. Still moving in the right direction, just slow and steady. Slow and sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7435201948775984779?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7435201948775984779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7435201948775984779&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7435201948775984779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7435201948775984779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepy-state-blame.html' title='Sleepy state blame'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4788060241909869977</id><published>2009-02-02T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:02:33.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekday update</title><content type='html'>I was and was not able to rest well this weekend all at once. The issue the past couple weeks was that the dad and his girlfriend were in for a few days and then the in laws were in. Love it when they visit, but next time we'll have a fouton or some mattress for us to sleep on when they take our bed. Soggy air mattresses aren't a good thing. The other part is light sleeper combined with sick puppy = sleep deprived. She has diarrhea and has had a few late night emmergency bathroom sessions this week. Last night was at 1am, so then we both (her and I) slept on the couch in case she felt sick again. Thought she could get over it, but it's enough now that we will be going to the vet today. I'm sure it was just too much of grandpas food and not enough of her own (my dad and his girlfriend share a little too much food with her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't watch football, but still used the superbowl as an excuse to have friends over and cook some good foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new love. Smoked salmon toastets with cream cheese. I'm sure it's bad for you, but I'm missing fish so bad here. I grew up on lake michigan and with many small lakes around, so fish was all around back home. Here in the panhandle of TX, not so much. These babies were so.friggin.good. And, they're rich enough that it's something I can enjoy just a bit of and no need of worrying of overindulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we cooked some chicken quarters Tyler's Ultimate style (just discovered his show on the cooking network). Have y'all every brinned chicken before? I'm sold. For this one you just soak it in water, brown sugar (1/2 bag), 2 handfuls of salt, and a few sprigs of thyme for at least 2 hours. Then he had us grill it for @ 10 minutes on each side. Then bake it. Don't apply your bbq sauce (if you so choose) until 15 minutes till it's done. It was some good bbq chicken. Would have been not burnt too if we had paid attention to the flame when grilling. lol. Oh, well. learning lessions, right? Do y'all ever brine chicken? What do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4788060241909869977?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4788060241909869977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4788060241909869977&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4788060241909869977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4788060241909869977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekday-update.html' title='Weekday update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-9210885370349905281</id><published>2009-01-30T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:59:19.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>This is a fake update. I just realized that I haven't posted since Monday!  I guess I've only been replying to other people's posts. I'm just exhuasted (too much work and up way way way too early this morning). Must nap or sleep or veg. Will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-9210885370349905281?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9210885370349905281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=9210885370349905281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9210885370349905281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/9210885370349905281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5550511049844903004</id><published>2009-01-26T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:16:28.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery lessons</title><content type='html'>Things I learned at the grocery store this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't get out of that place in under 20 minutes. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have some weird produce out there. Down right scary. Weird people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini egglplants are my new love. Hate the bitter biggies? Not a problem with the minis (ok - my rhyming quota for the week has been fullfilled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Healthy food isn't as expensive as I thought! Picking the right items (veggies) made it so that I bought more for less money. Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5550511049844903004?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5550511049844903004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5550511049844903004&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5550511049844903004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5550511049844903004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/grocery-lessons.html' title='Grocery lessons'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3856874318190235792</id><published>2009-01-25T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:39:34.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food issues</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of us struggling with food. Unhealthy thoughts and focus on it. I never realized before just how many of us there were. It makes me more than a little sad, but at least everyone is speaking out more and we know we're not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not giving into food, as you can imagine, is difficult. I think about food quite often, but it's getting a little easier already. I've  discovered that doing calming exercises (especially breathing) and remdining myself (constantly) that I don't need it if I'm not hungry is really helping. Every once in a while I am panicked and have more focus, but really it's the only thing that happens. Nothing more. The walls don't come down. The earth doesn't shatter. I just don't eat and need to find other things to do. It's kind of freeing, but it hasn't been perfect. I have a long way to go. But, I'm not stuffing my face in a mindless way. One meal at a time though - nothing more. It makes it seem more do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch of topics....does anyone know how to cook miniature eggplant? Is it different from the bigger version in any other way than size? I got 5 of them for a dollar - but it doesn't help if you don't know how to cook them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3856874318190235792?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3856874318190235792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3856874318190235792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3856874318190235792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3856874318190235792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-issues.html' title='Food issues'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5884949953144187886</id><published>2009-01-23T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:49:44.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my head together</title><content type='html'>Hi guys and gals. I know I haven't been posting lately - and I was doing it every day. I've had a lot going on, but also am trying to get my head back together. It's been difficult to articulate what's been going on with me lately - part of why I've been away. I want things to happen (like be healthy). I want to be a good girl. I want to have things working for me and have it easy. I want to be like some of my friends where they don't rely on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wondering lately what makes addiction so different for everyone. What makes me be able to stay away from alcohol - even though it has the same effect on me? I'm not one of those crazy people that doesn't like to drink. Like I imagine most alcoholics feel, it makes me feel loopy. It still takes my worries away. It still feels really good. I like it. But, I don't have a desire to drink often. I'd say about once a month I have a drink. Maybe less. I don't have any idea why - I just don't have the desire to drink. I've had a bottle of wine and champagne since new years, but I never felt like drinking them so I didn't. My alcohol is food. Mine is eating. And it seems impossible to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny how things work. The mental blocks in your way - it feels like there's something real in my way. A a brick wall standing in front of me. Yet, it's really only me in my way. My mind telling me I can't do it or that I can do it tomorrow. It's the same problem I've had all along. Finding other solutions to things besides eating, eating yummy food and not over doing it, ignoring the little voice that says: it's just one more helping or it's just a bit of chips and salsa or it's just one meal thats bad and you'll change. You can be good after just one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how sucessful people do it. What gets them over the problem times. How do they shut off the voices? How does "just do it" happen...permenantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the key is having small goals. Smaller than I thought before. Alcoholics take it one day at a time. One day still seems big to me - I've tried the one day before and then I crack and eat my weight in popcorn. Yeah, you know how much 220 lbs of popcorn is? A lot. Well, maybe the key for me is just one meal or one snack at a time. If I can just get through this one meal eating healthier foods then I'll be ok. Maybe it will work just like the negative does. It will add up. I do the same thing on road trips. If I just get to X city then I'm doing good. Or, in my very long education - if I just finish this research project or this paper, then I'll be ok. Before you know it, you're there and it wasn't so bad because you focused on just one piece.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;I just have to add, I love these little epiphanies during a post. When you start writing and don't know the solution or where it will go until you've finished. That's what happened to me with this post. So, thanks for being my sounding board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5884949953144187886?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5884949953144187886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5884949953144187886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5884949953144187886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5884949953144187886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-head-together.html' title='Getting my head together'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-7009678224735392091</id><published>2009-01-18T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:43:36.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC</title><content type='html'>I did an ok job - WAY better than I thought I would have!  Cookes - my hubby ate his 3 boxes already (OH, why do guys get to eat the bad foods and not baloon up?), I had a little less than 1 box all together. I'm pretty proud of myself! It equates to about 4 cookes/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say that about the rest of my food, but I'm working on it. Small steps for now. I think we're going to incorporate salads 1/2 before dinner as to not gorge. Last night it worked, but I need a new salad dressing. Not rocking the low calorie red wine vinegarette...I thought the packets would work good with school, but it only works if you want to eat it! I need to switch back to the light greek vinegerrette - yum!  Do you have an light dressings you've found that are good tasting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-7009678224735392091?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7009678224735392091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=7009678224735392091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7009678224735392091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/7009678224735392091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/hyc_18.html' title='HYC'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4155194313572314731</id><published>2009-01-16T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:15:07.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the cookie gods</title><content type='html'>Since I got my girlscout cookes today, I've only eaten 3. Please let it remain that way!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., couldn't you have made them taste a little less yummy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4155194313572314731?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4155194313572314731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4155194313572314731&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4155194313572314731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4155194313572314731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-cookie-gods.html' title='To the cookie gods'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2699606326799273737</id><published>2009-01-14T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:10:46.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn of events</title><content type='html'>I am so excited/relievede I just had to tell y'all - I finally found my keys this morning! What's the big deal? Well, they open up the Psychology building after hours, my office (that I share with 1 other person and has a professor's computer in it), 2 of my professor's labs, along with my classroom door that I teach in. OH, and it had my jump drive on it that had, among other things, names and grades for my students last semester and personal pictures. Yeah, I'm feeling relieved to say the least. I thought, especially after 10 ish days of not knowing where they were, that they were a gonner. They key gods did not poop on me like I thought they did! Note to self, connect them to my car keys and DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things are going ok. The hubby and I have been doing really good since the move, and my class seems to be a good group of people. I have been exercising more than usual (Tae Bo &amp;amp; walking with my friend), and walking from my parking lot on the street to my office (@ 6 blocks each way). But my food has been, well, not up to par at all. Just all things I need to work on. I will always have stress - so STOP using it as an excuse already, right (in a non self critical sort of way :)! So, I plan to eat out less and eat colorful food more (you know, the kind that comes from a plant and has little done to it after being picked!)...unless I win the lotto tonight that is - then I'll eat the color stuff but I can't guarantee I'll be cooking it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2699606326799273737?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2699606326799273737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2699606326799273737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2699606326799273737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2699606326799273737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-of-events.html' title='Turn of events'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5513118905349909587</id><published>2009-01-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:32:38.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>Did you know that researchers debate about mixed emotions (e.g., happy and sad about something)? You know you feel both together about some topics...that's a no brainer. It's how it happens - truely together or flip flopping. Can you truely feel happy and sad at the same time? Or, is it that you switch between the two and not truely feel them simlutaneously...even if it's between seconds that the flip occurs? For example, watching the little mermaid (don't laugh, they use this for rearch :)...when Ariel becomes human - you're happy for her because she gets the guy, but sad for her also because she leaves daddy. But is it truely at the same, exact time?&lt;br /&gt;I think I solved the problem. I think I can prove, once and for all, that emotions are truely simultaneous. I both love and hate Billy Blanks (Tae Bo) right about now. Truely simultaneously :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5513118905349909587?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5513118905349909587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5513118905349909587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5513118905349909587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5513118905349909587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4617815761525712486</id><published>2009-01-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:30:16.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work to do</title><content type='html'>So much for my "resolution" to be nicer to myself! I was thinking this morning about what you all said (and this afternoon hit the message home for sure)...I guess I still have work to do in the be nice to myself department. It's funny how you can be your own worst critic, yet I would never think that about other people. It's like an anorexic that can see that other people are thin or that they look good at a healthy weight, but that see themselves as fat. In fact, SeaBreeze was right - if I heard any one of you say something like that to yourself I'd be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I'm trying to work on. It was just such a shock to see that pic - it's not what I thought I looked like at all. I forgot all the things I believe about others and tell myself all the time. I know it's not the worst position to be in. There are a lot of people that would kill to be where I'm at. It seems selfish and unsensative to think that way, doesn't it? When there's people that would be ecstatic to look like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this will have to work hard on being healthier in all ways, not just physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4617815761525712486?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4617815761525712486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4617815761525712486&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4617815761525712486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4617815761525712486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-to-do.html' title='Work to do'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2346299538161796756</id><published>2009-01-07T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:05:09.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Picture Nightmare</title><content type='html'>How is it that we can focus and talk about getting healthier all day long and still be in denial? How can we ignore everything? I talked about it before - many times - so many I'm exhausted with it...yet I was still slapped in the face with the picture I'm using for my profile. Go look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the belly makes me look pregnant. Notice how it rounds out. See the large arms?What about the chin that shouldn't slope at an angle for a transition instead of seperation of neck and chin. That's what I saw...it's the weight that has creeped up again over the past few months. It's one thing to know you need to lose weight. Let's face it, no woman should weight 218 lbs. Well, maybe women at &lt;a href="http://www.tallwomen.org/tallest/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, but not one that is 5'7"! But, it's another thing to have a picture send you back to reality. This is why avoiding pictures is bad. It lets you ignore all the signs that say "hey, stupid, you are not putting good things in your mouth!" Food, not other things, you dirty minded people ;)&lt;br /&gt;Something else just happened too. My 2nd pair of pants in the past few months just split. I wear them down between the thighs, and it split tonight. Thank goodness it wasn't in front of my class! I would have been mortified. In my defense I was only wearing 3 pairs b/c I kept hoping to lose the weight again. But, it's still embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop freaking out you say? Ok. I guess I should let it motivate me to change. I will turn it into a positive. I will change my habits before I'm buying plus sizes again. I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2346299538161796756?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2346299538161796756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2346299538161796756&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2346299538161796756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2346299538161796756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-picture-nightmare.html' title='Holiday Picture Nightmare'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-943829477810964879</id><published>2009-01-06T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:57:45.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYC 1 for 09</title><content type='html'>In the panic I almost forgot about the HYC! What panic you ask? With moving our stuff around I lost the thumb drive that held the only copy of my only syllabus for the class I teach on Thursday. Back up? Yeah, no. There's more though...they were attached to my school keys: office, labs, classroom. Ugh. It was the day we moved our living room around while settling into our new place (long story) so I'm hoping that they are here somewhere random and we can have a good laugh about it someday. Are there key gods that I can make an offering to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so HYC - I need to get back into things and be held more accountable. As the &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/woman/"&gt;woman's challenge&lt;/a&gt; doesn't start again until May, I was left hanging until Manda decided to have a challange! It's to lose 31 pounds by the end of March (see link to the side) to win an ice cream gift certificate (Baskin Robins apparently has some new healthier lines out). I doubt I will win as it's 12 weeks, and 2 lbs a week is 24 pounds, but I will have fun trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but I'm starting @ 218 lbs. Up from the lowest last year, but that's ok. I want to be honest with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-943829477810964879?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/943829477810964879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=943829477810964879&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/943829477810964879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/943829477810964879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/hyc.html' title='HYC 1 for 09'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6915135857530031062</id><published>2008-12-31T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:36:34.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year :)</title><content type='html'>As I probably won't be posting tomorrow, I wanted to take a second to wish you a Happy New Year! I also wanted to play along with felicia's post about the new year and what it has in store for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite moments was either just hanging with my hubby, the dog, and friends or the new move. Now, don't get me wrong - it's been one of the most stressful moments (with moving in between christmas and new years), but the new place will be much better. We can at least listen to the tv and not have people complain!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t make new year’s resolutions because I feel like it sets it up for failure and makes it bigger than it needs to be. I do have goals though, like making myself healthier, being a good instructor, working on my procrastination and getting things done ahead of time, managing our money better, etc.&lt;br /&gt; Overall, I had some dramatic events. Pooch was severely allergic to something still unknown, surgery for me and the pooch, hubby sick, multiple family members either sick or having new illnesses, my big project at school only was finished with 3 hours to spare, etc. But, I had some good things happen and good times too. I have gotten more support than I have ever had by y’all, we have some good friends that we get to spend time with, everyone is still here and relatively healthy and happy, we’re still together, I did finish my big project :)&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an ok year. I hope that the next year will be even better. At the very least, I know that I have some good support with my family and with y'all!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if y'all don't read Mark Salinas's blog, go read the things to &lt;a href="http://blog.marksalinas.com/2008/12/31/10-things-to-stop-doing-in-2009-and/"&gt;stop doing in 2009&lt;/a&gt;. They all apply, but number 3 is the one I need the most work on.  I need to stop putting myself down and being so harsh on myself. How can I possibly sucseed if I keep doing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6915135857530031062?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6915135857530031062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6915135857530031062&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6915135857530031062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6915135857530031062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year :)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4749590419796318666</id><published>2008-12-22T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:55:13.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I probably won't be back posting until after the new year, especially about fitness stuff. We are visiting the in laws, then when we get back we have to move across town. But, I will be popping in to all of your blogs and trying to encourage - or spout useless thoughts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!  I hope everyone is happy, healthy and safe this holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4749590419796318666?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4749590419796318666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4749590419796318666&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4749590419796318666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4749590419796318666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-6520184021044039279</id><published>2008-12-20T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:38:38.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations made by MizFit</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  I know most of you already know about MizFit, but if you don't please go comment on &lt;a href="http://mizfitonline.com/2008/12/19/mizfits-halfassed-friday-rhyme-subtitle-youll-have-that-people-please-to-forgive/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. She is donating $.10 for every comment to &lt;a href="http://www.safeplace.org/site/PageServer"&gt;SafePlace&lt;/a&gt;, a domestic violence shelter.  Many different people are matching the donation, so go there now! Every person they help is one that had the courage to try to change their life and save themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-6520184021044039279?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6520184021044039279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=6520184021044039279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6520184021044039279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/6520184021044039279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/donations-made-by-mizfit.html' title='Donations made by MizFit'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-2794906370532061583</id><published>2008-12-12T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:53:05.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free days or no free days, that is the question</title><content type='html'>The part that I hate about "diets" is that when you deny yourself things that you *think* you want, then you think about it all the time and set yourself up for failure. If you don't "allow" yourself your vices, once in a while, then when you do "fall" you fall hard and don't get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When starting to eat healthier, I think it's important to schedule times that you "allow" yourself your vices. My love affair with french fries can't end so abruptly. Some people can break relationships off cold turkey, but this is one where I think I'll need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I already started with the relashionship analogy, why not go there. If a boyfriend/girlfriend was terrible for you, made you feel like crap, and was just all around abusive most people would end that relationship pronto! I wouldn't think twice, especially when it's physical abuse. Hey, emotional abuse too. Yet, we continue our abusive relationship with "bad" foods. Me? I let them treat my body and my mental health (especially emotional) in the poorest mannor and stick with it time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that when it's all you know - and you've tried to change your lifestyle only to be drawn back time and time again, how do you make a permanent change without any hint of the life you knew? I had a boyfriend similar to this - it was unhealthy (not as extreme as above), but without something drastic I just couldn't quit going back to him. We were on and off again for about 5.5 years (well, together for the first @ 3-4.5 and on/off for the last 1.5-2). It's been the same thing with the "bad" foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some of you this seems melodramatic. To some of you I'm a stupid, silly girl who is too much in her head. Well, the in my head is true! But, for some of us this food thing is this complicated. It's not just fuel for your body. It's a comfort, it's a hug when you need it, it's a boost when you're down, it's a "friend" when you're bored. Yet, it's the cause of mood swings, extra weight, heart disease, etc.  It's the most unhealthy relationship most of us will have - and the hardest to break. But, the reason we're all here is because we want to change. I would like to see food as fuel. I'd like to it would be nice to suceed in being healthier instead of whining about it all the time. And, I don't want to be the typical American, who only changes when something drastic happens. I just don't know how to kick this love affair with a clean slate all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like, towards the end of this break up, I will need the option for the food equivalent of a booty call until I can kick it and be done with some of these bad relationships. I will give myself a day each week to have a vice or two. For example, holidays, anniversaries and birthdays are free days...it just won't work for me right now unless I have provisions. I will chose whichever foods I feel like having with no guilt and no thoughts of cheating. If I want cake, I will have cake. If I want carrot sticks and apples instead, then that's what I'll have! Furthermore, for now, I plan on Saturdays being my regularly scheduled "free" day. Saturdays are my date days with my husband, so I can't guarantee I'll eat well on those days. Besides, I think it'll be easier to calm the crazy food thoughts (I gotta have it and I gotta have it now!) if I can say: yes, but Saturday is your day for that so wait. But, I'm not setting it up so that I feel I need to do it. It's an if I want this is the day to do it. Just until I can get back on my feet to be more intuitive about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-2794906370532061583?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2794906370532061583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=2794906370532061583&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2794906370532061583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/2794906370532061583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-days-or-no-free-days-that-is.html' title='Free days or no free days, that is the question'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-4488353856675784824</id><published>2008-12-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:08:10.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DASH Diet</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...I told you that I wouldn't focus on food till next week, and here I go talking about some diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I got so inspired reading Tom's post about the DASH diet &lt;a href="http://homefitnessbody.com/blog/dash-diet-the-nopain-diet/#comment-886"&gt;today &lt;/a&gt;(official "diet" &lt;a href="http://dashdiet.org/"&gt;website here&lt;/a&gt;) that I just had to comment on my blog too. It's a diet that was created to lower hypertension naturally. The main idea is to eat fruits, veggies, low fat dairy, and lean meats. I will promptly start trying this out when I get more funds (aka after the big move at the end of this month to our new duplex and after Xmas is over!). But, I was thinking about a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's what we all know we should be doing (I have said several times that this is what I wanted to do, just without the diet rules and catchy name). This concept is not new - we've been told this our enire lives! Ok, most of us have...it's just that a lot of us never listen to well educated (or intelligent) folks and ignore the "shoulds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't follow this stuff without rules. Why is that we need the rules?! Without it, I justify and don't keep myself accountable. Which worries me for sticking to it if I "break" them. Somehow I need to reconsile the need for rules yet not being broken down when I have something I shouldn't. Maybe assigning days where I have something different, like Atkins does. However, a food diary will just piss me off, er, maybe I should say that I will not continue a food diary and therefore it defeats the whole darn purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How can I possibly eat all that food? Just like our gov't recommendations (this looks awefully familiar if you remember your pyramid!), they recommed from 6-12 grains, 4-6 fruits, 4-6 veggies, 2-4 dairy, 1.5-2.5 lean meats, and 2-4 fats and sweets...along with 3-6 nuts/week). It seems like a lot of food! Can you imagine eating all of that? Do you think it's about right, for those of you that are intuitive eaters? I suppose it's not American sized portions - it's "normal" portions. So, one of my sized apples probably counts as 2 (at least 1.5) fruits. Plus, if I'm not eating all the "bad" meats or junk food (what do you mean chips aren't health food? French fries also? Blasphemy!) then I should have room for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any "diet" is a long term solution, but until I get into the swing of things I will be followin the DASH diet (still keeping my You, on a diet knowledge in mind). The biggest thing that I need from this diet is to be reminded (behaviorally and metabolism wise) what it's like to eat "normal" portions with healthy foods.&lt;br /&gt;What do y'all think? Fancy spin off of what we already know and love, or if not love at least have known that we "should" do (here's that dang should word again)? Who cares, as long as it gets me eating like a person should if they want to be healthy? Both?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-4488353856675784824?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4488353856675784824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=4488353856675784824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4488353856675784824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/4488353856675784824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/dash-diet.html' title='DASH Diet'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-3636351956847924693</id><published>2008-12-10T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:20:20.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and awards</title><content type='html'>I'm doing ok. thanks for all the support! Somehow this week is turning around and things are falling into place for my and the hubby. Kinda nice for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided earlier this week that there will always be bad things that can happen, but that doesn't mean I can sit around and mope! So, I started working out again. I didn't want to tell y'all because I didn't want to be the girl who cried exercise :) But, I was a little excited to get off my butt and work! With the break coming up (break for a grad student, hah! But, no formal obligations), I can take some time to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Food, now that we'll discuss next week!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, I have another award :) Fat 2 FAbulous Miz White gave me this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278345253857091634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SUBzCuIFYDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bjgeCnZgmCI/s320/marieantonette_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that sometimes good things happen just when you need them. I don't always feel fabulous (but thanks for saying it anyway Felicia, it helps :), but I know if anything I'm always going to be real about things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rules for this one, you say? Well, here they are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the logo on your blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place a link from the person from whom you recieved the award&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOminate 7 or more &amp;amp; put the links for their blog!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I apreciate all of you, more than you know! So, I'm going to be a pain in the 'ol butt and nominate y'all :) My regulars are all guys and gals that I apreciate so much for how real you are and how supportive y'all are. So, if you're on my blogroll you're nominated! (yes, that means most of you are nominated again, or get 2 in one week like Felicia:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-3636351956847924693?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3636351956847924693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=3636351956847924693&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3636351956847924693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/3636351956847924693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-and-awards.html' title='Update and awards'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SUBzCuIFYDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bjgeCnZgmCI/s72-c/marieantonette_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854993757810609589.post-5598400822038255419</id><published>2008-12-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:01:35.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards and give aways</title><content type='html'>Give Away: nmburleson was great enough to point those of us that read her blog to a great give away! It's for a &lt;a href="https://secure.vitamix.com/acb/stores/4/Vita-Mix-5200-w-FREE-Naughty-Nice-Recipe-Pack-P848C110.aspx?COUPON=04-0322-01"&gt;vitamix mixer&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://eatingbender.wordpress.com/2008/12/08/vita-mix-super-5200-giveaway"&gt;Bender &lt;/a&gt;has the awesome job of giving one to a lucky poster. Go there - so worth it :) Although, with 145 people and 3 chances to win, it's slim, but I'd still recommend trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so to more fun stuff! &lt;a href="http://www.djfsmith.com/f/"&gt;Felicia&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award! How great is that? Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277895736636837442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ST7aNX_JjkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fi93bA2FP68/s320/fabulous_blog_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so sweet. If you haven't checked her blog out, go do it now! She really has come so far - we could all learn a little from her!  She's very real about everything - which I appreciate more than she probably knows :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Fabulous Award Rules:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You have to pass it on to 5 fabulous blogs.2. You have to list 5 of your fabulous addictions.3. Make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 5 fabulous addictions:1. Hanging out with the hubby and the doggie :) My two most favorite beings ever    2. Painting.  I've just started (creative painting), but it's so soothing!  3. My computer  - Stealing from Felicia  here, but really...I couldn't live without it...work or personal wise.  4. My planner - sad, but I'd be lost without it. 5. my purse. it holds everything :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't decide who to pass this one to!  I think y'all are great.  But, I won't punk out this time.  So, 1. Fitness Fig  2. NMBurleson with Embracing the weight loss journey 3. Fat 2 Fabulous (come one - Fabulous is in her blog name :)  4. DaDiva Street (I hope you're enjoying your time off on your cruise!)  5. Last, but certainly not least, The Happy Runner :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854993757810609589-5598400822038255419?l=dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5598400822038255419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2854993757810609589&amp;postID=5598400822038255419&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5598400822038255419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854993757810609589/posts/default/5598400822038255419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasbodyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/awards-and-give-aways.html' title='Awards and give aways'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912893452584170970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/SWVRaLn2JiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CeeB0Ab9Tr8/S220/bad+pig+of+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUlUXfFIGpw/ST7aNX_JjkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fi93bA2FP68/s72-c/fabulous_blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
