<?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-8487204708072081236</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:25:20.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-6505997752570123195</id><published>2010-01-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:20:02.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project365: #6 &amp; #7</title><content type='html'>Apparently I spoke too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it that well, but check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/1b475cdf-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 441px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/1b475cdf-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, not dandruff in my CW's son's hair... SNOW! I loved watching him playing in it. Made me wish I was a kid again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand....&lt;br /&gt;7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/52399bec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 436px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/52399bec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-6505997752570123195?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/6505997752570123195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-6-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6505997752570123195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6505997752570123195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-6-7.html' title='Project365: #6 &amp; #7'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-8731294421994625359</id><published>2010-01-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:51:34.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project365: #5</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm two days behind. Bite me. I should be caught up tomorrow though because I plan to take another picture later when I'm WATCHING ALABAMA PLAY TEXAS TONIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLL TIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ahem..) anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further adieu, may I present to you The Great Alabama Blizzard of 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/36c3fcb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 548px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/36c3fcb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err... Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-8731294421994625359?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/8731294421994625359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/8731294421994625359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/8731294421994625359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-5.html' title='Project365: #5'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-5765425159695813946</id><published>2010-01-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:38:55.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project365: #3 &amp; #4</title><content type='html'>I'm having fun with this! I'm interested to see at the end of the year what comprises most of my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my pictures for today: (I'm doubling up until I'm caught up tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/b4fa569f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 322px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/b4fa569f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a portrait I did of my co-worker's pooches, a mutt named Flo and a Rottie named Bella. I'm really happy with it! It was a gift for my CW's wife, and I hear she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/17aefe03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/17aefe03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes me think of that song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord knows it would be the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Bogart, of course... 12am this morning, and I'm having a late night snack of toasted (blackened... oops) peanut butter and honey. He never actually makes a grab for it, choosing simply to play upon my sympathies by laying his head on my knee and following me with his eyes as I eat bite after bite until it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that level of begging, you would think we give him people food... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only eats his doggy food and the occasional treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they're born predisposed to beg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-5765425159695813946?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/5765425159695813946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/5765425159695813946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/5765425159695813946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/project365-3-4.html' title='Project365: #3 &amp; #4'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-220787883142294971</id><published>2010-01-03T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:44:09.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 and #2 of Project365</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided I'm going to give Project365 a try. If you're not familiar with it, check out the info &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is photo #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/d5125001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/d5125001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Bogart on our entertainment center, curled up watching me watch Pride and Prejudice (the 2005 version with Matthew McFadyen as Mr. Darcy. I'm not even going to acknowledge who plays Elizabeth because I can't stand her). He likes Mr. Darcy too- every time MMc had a line, he would perk up and watch the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can also see evidence of the other woman in mine and DH's marriage...&lt;br /&gt;the xbox controller =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/e3b8ae47.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/e3b8ae47.jpg?" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love, love, love this. It came from my issue of People's Sexiest Men, and now it's hanging on my inspiration leaf in my office (another pic for another day).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-220787883142294971?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/220787883142294971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-and-2-of-project365.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/220787883142294971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/220787883142294971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-and-2-of-project365.html' title='#1 and #2 of Project365'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-541567943722989943</id><published>2009-08-13T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:30:40.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Minute Writer</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in forever... and I haven't been that great about eating right, working out, etc. Frankly, life has been way too busy with my classes and my grandmother's been sick, so I just haven't even thought about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm planning on doing NaNoWriMo (www.nanowrimo.org for more info), and I've got a story in the pipes that I would like to use. I need to use the time between now and Nov 1 plotting and planning so until then, Metamorphosis is metamorphosizing (is that even a word?) into a catchall for my various and sundry thoughts in relation to my story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm going to try to do is do the "one minute writer" (www.oneminutewriter.blogspot.com) every day. I'm hoping that in getting those thoughts down in 60 seconds or less, I can draw from them for my story. Some days, that might be the only thing that makes it into this blog. Other days, hopefully I will use this space to flesh out my characters, setting, themes, etc etc etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-541567943722989943?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/541567943722989943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-minute-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/541567943722989943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/541567943722989943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-minute-writer.html' title='The One Minute Writer'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-1726090239412495526</id><published>2009-07-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:17:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Man, it has been a WEEK since my last blog update! School is hard and midterms are next week so unfortunately the blog has been a little low on the priority list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made it! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 30 days I went from 159lbs and almost too big for a size 10 to 148 lbs and a comfortable size 8. My energy is through the roof compared to 30 days ago, I have confidence in my body, and eating healthy and being active is just a part of who I am now. It doesn't feel like I'm "dieting"- it feels like I'm making good decisions for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that this journey isn't over. 30 days ago, I figured I would probably quit after day 30. I'd probably go back to my old habits and gain it all back because I didn't honestly believe I could be active and healthy. I thought that I was destined for a life of being sedentary and miserable. Now that I'm here though, I'm ready to keep moving forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my new and improved 30 day challenge:&lt;br /&gt;1) Continue doing 30ds 5 days a week (every day just isn't a possibility anymore with school)&lt;br /&gt;2) Continue drinking lots of water&lt;br /&gt;3) Continue eating healthy with smaller portions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are my new challenges:&lt;br /&gt;1) Now that I'm comfortable with my body, I need to dig deeper and become comfortable with who I am** (see note below)&lt;br /&gt;2) Research vegetarianism, and possibly ease my way into the lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;    2a) find vegetarian recipes that DH will also enjoy, as well as recipes where meat can be added later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note on new task 1: Okay. I don't even really know where to start on this... Basically I've always been a geeky, naturally introverted person who tends to live in their own universe. Growing up, my well-meaning mom always pushed me to be more extroverted, to want to be the center of attention, to dress a certain way and act a certain way to be attractive to guys. She told me that in essence I'm "too smart" and that I need to dumb myself down so people won't think I'm weird and that I should pretend to be interested in things I don't really care about if I want friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate here that she really meant well... I think she knew my nature better than anybody and she worried that I would miss out on all of the "fun" parts about being a teenager. She told me basically "fake it 'til you feel it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what ended up happening was that I didn't know where that faux part of me ended and the genuine part of me began. I had this life on the outside where I felt like I always had to be the person with the witty comebacks, I felt this huge pressure to be the prettiest and the funniest and maybe not the most popular... But definitely the one that guys fought over. The big thing is, I hated it. I hated feeling that way, and I was really bad at it. Then on the inside, I just wanted to crawl further in my shell and hide from the world and that part of me hated what was going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually realize this until I moved out of my house in 2006. My mom and I just weren't getting along anymore, and I was so angry with her and I couldn't figure out why. So, despite my spiritual and moral convictions I crashed on the couch of my then-boyfriend (now DH) just to get away from all of it. What I found was the longer I was out of that situation, the more those external layers started falling off. Of course, it took a few years, but gradually I started feeling better about going out in public and for the first time in my life I didn't feel performance anxiety when I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I don't know. I feel so much better now that I'm true to myself about who I am, what I like, and what I want... But I have this huge sense of fear that nobody will like me or love me for who I am now that I'm honest with myself that yes, I'm an epic dork. Yes, I read too much and live in my own head more than I ever should, which translates to being just a little bit awkward and clumsy in public... also, I know that it's not sexy when I'm awkward and clumsy in public- and that's okay. I think my husband is the only person who loves me for who I am genuinely, and I feel so isolated and alone because I realize that I've sort of marketed myself as someone different than who I really am throughout my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to want people to love me warts and all, and not be repelled by all of my quirks? :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-1726090239412495526?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/1726090239412495526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1726090239412495526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1726090239412495526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-30.html' title='Day 30!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-7103912209213967989</id><published>2009-06-30T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:47:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23:  Raising the bar...</title><content type='html'>Well I've lost around 10 lbs since the beginning of this process, but I've already hit a plateau. So, I'm raising the bar. Today, I'm moving up to Level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to be changing my schedule around a little bit. Until now, at night I've come home from work and cooked dinner, crashed on the couch for a little while, and then at 9:00 I'll do my workout. After about 20 minutes of unwinding, time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just isn't working for me anymore. My homework is sapping all of my energy and by 9, I'm waaaay too exhausted to be working out. So, I'm going to start doing it when I get home, before dinner. After dinner, homework. Then bed. Hopefully this change in my workout + my schedule will get me back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here... I'd like to rec a healthy snack! Yesterday I was at Publix looking for lunch when I stopped to peruse the energy/protein/meal replacement bar section. An employee asked me what bars I liked, what I was trying to achieve by eating the bars, and then asked me if I had tried the Kind bars yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't, but when I saw flavors like Fruit + Nut Delight, Macadamia + Apricot, Almond + Coconut and Walnut + Date, I knew I had to at least give it a try. I picked up a Fruit + Nut Delight, and headed back to the office for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I liked about the bar: It was amazingly simple. Literally just nuts, a little bit of fruit, and I think I tasted some honey in there as well. Also, among other things they're gluten, dairy, and wheat free. They're high in fiber, low in sodium, and naturally have a low GI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part out of all of it is that the Kind brand donates a percentage of their profits to PeaceWorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kindsnacks.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/K/i/KindFruitnutDelight_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 445px;" src="http://kindsnacks.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/K/i/KindFruitnutDelight_1_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-7103912209213967989?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/7103912209213967989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-23-raising-bar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7103912209213967989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7103912209213967989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-23-raising-bar.html' title='Day 23:  Raising the bar...'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-5711518512128781342</id><published>2009-06-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:17:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: ZOMG! DISCOVERY!</title><content type='html'>Just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom (haha, don't stop reading here! I promise it isn't gross!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collar bones! For the first time in almost a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D NFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-5711518512128781342?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/5711518512128781342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-22-zomg-discovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/5711518512128781342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/5711518512128781342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-22-zomg-discovery.html' title='Day 22: ZOMG! DISCOVERY!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-3124668119217215664</id><published>2009-06-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:03:20.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: and the slacker of the year award goes to...</title><content type='html'>Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I'm not slacking on my 'lifestyle change' like I am on this blog :-) I ended up downloading an app for my iphone called 'Lose It!' and it is REALLY helping me track my calories and keep up with my exercise. I might never use sparkpeople again! I haven't lost anymore weight, but I've been maintaining, which is a good thing considering how wild and wooly last week was for me. Starting school in the middle of my challenge might have quite possibly been a huge hindrance for me, but I'm trying to push through it despite the setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only 8 days left, I'm realizing today that this is about long term goals. This little 30 day goal was enough to get my engine revving to keep pushing forward, and that's exactly what I intend to do! According to Lose It!, if I want to get down to 130 lbs I'll need to continually lose 1 lb a week until September 6th. I think I can manage a pound a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a huge coincidence, my group project this week for biology is discussing nutrition and what kind of foods our bodies need to run effectively as well as which ones to stay away from. How well does that apply to what's going on with me right now? I'm so glad that I'm at least a little prepared for the assignment thanks to the challenge :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-3124668119217215664?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/3124668119217215664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-22-and-slacker-of-year-award-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/3124668119217215664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/3124668119217215664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-22-and-slacker-of-year-award-goes.html' title='Day 22: and the slacker of the year award goes to...'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-2848148823180684574</id><published>2009-06-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:00:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: No workout today :-(</title><content type='html'>I just got waaaaay too busy when I got home from work. By the time I sat and visited with DH, did some crowd control with the dogs, and did my homework I looked at the clock and said "WOW, it's almost 10!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entirely too tired to do my workout tonight. I don't have it in me to even get off the floor (using DH's laptop) to walk to bed, much less to get dressed and go into the other room and start the workout DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have GOT to get on my A game and get back to working out every day. This is inexcusable. At least my calories were really well managed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-2848148823180684574?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/2848148823180684574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-17-no-workout-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/2848148823180684574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/2848148823180684574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-17-no-workout-today.html' title='Day 17: No workout today :-('/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-8177838505076889257</id><published>2009-06-23T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:34:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: fell off the horse...</title><content type='html'>but not the bandwagon! I haven't blogged in a few days like I'm supposed to, but I'm back and scooting forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has consumed every extra square inch (and brain cell) in my life, so I haven't even thought about journaling recently :(. I think I've finally struck a delicate balance between work, home, school, and having a healthy lifestyle with some trial and error, so we'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I am over halfway finished with the 30 day challenge! I can't believe I began this 15 days ago yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of 15 days, it feels like the whole world has changed for me. Forget losing weight! Pish posh on that! I have gained...&lt;br /&gt;*confidence&lt;br /&gt;*a positive body image&lt;br /&gt;*more strength&lt;br /&gt;*more endurance&lt;br /&gt;*better flexibility&lt;br /&gt;*a bunch of clothes in my closet I couldn't fit 15 days ago&lt;br /&gt;*WAY more energy&lt;br /&gt;*a happier outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;*fuel to keep pushing forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is only 15 days into it! I'm disappointed that I lost my measurements from day 1, but I can already see a difference between now and my 'before' pics. Really, to me losing weight is just a fringe benefit. I have gained so much quality of life in the past 15 days, and I look forward to the rest of them... and then life after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally worked out for the first time after having such terrible digestive problems last week. My body seemed to remember what to do better than what my mind did, and I found myself assuming the position just like I had done it yesterday. I'm not going to lie, I've back slid a bit in terms of getting through the workout so I was huffing and puffing more than I was the last time I worked out, but I made it all the way through just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give it a few more days on L1 and then it's time for me to move on up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, this is coming from a woman who has never successfully lost more than 5lbs or worked out consistently for more than a week in her whole life. If I can do it, anyone in the world can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-8177838505076889257?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/8177838505076889257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-16-fell-off-horse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/8177838505076889257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/8177838505076889257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-16-fell-off-horse.html' title='Day 16: fell off the horse...'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-945077706104317382</id><published>2009-06-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:00:15.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: This has been a rough week.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night (day 9) I was sick. as. a. dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, baaaaad bad bad... On top of having stomach issues, the heat index this week has been 100*-110*, which doesn't help matters at ALL. Between Tuesday night and this morning, I lost 5 lbs and I still feel incredibly weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took yesterday off of work and slept literally aaaallll day, which is completely out of character for me considering the fact that I get up around 8am on the weekends and 5:30 during the week. I wish I would have taken today off as well, but alas. Here I sit at my desk, counting down the seconds (roughly 14,700 as I type) until it's time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little highlight of my day was meeting DH for lunch. We do this probably twice a week, and it's one little thing that makes my heart go pitter patter just like when we started dating. I find myself anxiously waiting for him to get to the restaurant, then my heart kicking into overdrive when I see him walk through the door, then analyze how good he looks as he walks up to our table. My knees always turn into jello when he kisses me on the forehead and tells me hello, and my heart turns to mush when he reaches across the table to hold my hand. EVERY time. Even if I've had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today DH and I went to the local Greek hole in the wall. Let me just tell you now, their lemon chicken soup with rice is like the Balm of Gilead- I think it just might cure everything! After I finished eating lunch (the chicken was the first solid thing I've eaten since lunch on Tuesday), I started feeling better immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-945077706104317382?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/945077706104317382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-11-this-has-been-rough-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/945077706104317382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/945077706104317382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-11-this-has-been-rough-week.html' title='Day 11: This has been a rough week.'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-7446528849755539305</id><published>2009-06-16T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:31:43.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Hells bells, my back HURTS!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm sitting here at work, chock full of tylenol with an ice pack on the small of my back. Why, you ask? I have no idea! I did my work out as usual last night, sat for a little while with DH before bed... Nothing unusual. But I woke up at 3am and every muscle in my body HURT. Not just a little sore, but enough to make me sick to my stomach! I took some tylenol and iced my neck (I have an old neck injury that will put me completely out of commission if I don't take care of it) and eventually managed to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up again at 5:30, I was burning up and sore and temped 99.99 on my basal body temp thermometer. I still haven't decided if maybe it was from the pain, maybe my batteries are about to die... IDK. What I do know is that I haven't been sick at all in a while. I haven't even been remotely under the weather. In all actuality, I've had more energy than usual and have been at 100% for the first time in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better now... I've been icing my back on and off and I'm not near as exhausted as I was when I got here.  I would have just gone home today if I didn't have that art camp at 5:00 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do my workout tonight? We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-7446528849755539305?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/7446528849755539305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-9-hells-bells-my-back-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7446528849755539305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7446528849755539305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-9-hells-bells-my-back-hurts.html' title='Day 9: Hells bells, my back HURTS!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-1263239307464833406</id><published>2009-06-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:07:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: One week down!</title><content type='html'>Yay! On wednesday I will be 1/3rd of the way finished with the 30 day challenge =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned yesterday, my mini-goal for today and tomorrow is to do my workout despite the fact that I'm working late. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but on days like today I just want to go home and crash for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... I've got a couple of things on my mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I really need to get a set of 3lb weights. I've only been doing 30ds with my body weight and it was great to be able to slowly ease myself into the daily workouts - especially with the upper body exercises since I have such little strength in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I need to start supplementing my diet with protein. I realized that a part of my problem is I waaaay over indulge with carbs and I don't eat enough protein. So, I think I'm going to switch out my usual pb on a whole wheat english muffin for a protein shake w/ flax meal in the mornings to see if that helps with muscle tone and calorie intake. Any protein powder suggestions? I'm trying Muscle Milk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably add more later :-) Peace in the middle east!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-1263239307464833406?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/1263239307464833406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-8-one-week-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1263239307464833406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1263239307464833406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-8-one-week-down.html' title='Day 8: One week down!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-7208215643155570405</id><published>2009-06-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:51:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 6 &amp; 7: Mini-Goals</title><content type='html'>I used to be a member at a Cross Fit gym. If you're unfamiliar with Cross Fit, it is an epically hard core work out program favored by MMA fighters and celebrities for their quick results. Cross Fit's claim to fame came with the movie 300, because the actors and actresses toned/bulked up to prepare for the movie by doing CF with a trainer every day. Workouts are rarely longer than 18 minutes long, and people are known to be pushed so hard that they throw up every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at Cross Fit I learned a lot of valuable lessons. I learned the correct way to run, do push ups, and squats - something I had been doing incorrectly for YEARS. I learned how far I could push myself before it will give out, how to decipher different types of pain and which ones should be addressed immediately and which ones could -and should- be pushed through in order to build up endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I learned the art of the mini-goal. When you're doing a workout of AMRAP 18 (as many reps as possible in 18 minutes) of 30 pushups / 30 pull ups / 30 wall balls and you're only 7 minutes in and the lactic acid is burning in every muscle you didn't know you had, how do you get to the end without hurting your time? You create a minigoal. Instead of saying "Okay, I have 20 wall balls left... My arms hurt, I can barely lift myself from a squatting position with my legs, and I'm thirsty", you say "I need 3 more wall balls. Just three, then a 10 second break." once you push through three, you pick a number that is just out of reach- even if it's just one. Then you say "Okay, one more..." after a while, you make it to thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it potentially hurt your time? Possibly. But does it give you the hope to actually see your workout to the end instead of giving up early? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my mini-goal for this week. On Monday and Tuesday I'm teaching art camp until 6:30 and I won't get home until 7:30. My mini goal is to do my workout both of those days dispite getting home late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-7208215643155570405?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/7208215643155570405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-6-7-mini-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7208215643155570405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7208215643155570405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-6-7-mini-goals.html' title='Days 6 &amp; 7: Mini-Goals'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-3570578974352881510</id><published>2009-06-14T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:08:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 6 &amp; 7: Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Well... As of right now, I've only done okay. I haven't eaten as much as I normally do on the weekends, which is a victory, but I didn't do my workout on friday or yesterday, which is a fail. I can only hope to try to do better next weekend, which is a possibility because DH works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I are going to go see Up in 3D here in two and a half hours. Talk to you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-3570578974352881510?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/3570578974352881510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-6-7-weekend-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/3570578974352881510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/3570578974352881510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-6-7-weekend-update.html' title='Days 6 &amp; 7: Weekend Update'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-7178131028092954809</id><published>2009-06-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:30:40.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: I be missin' you</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, I've been thinking a lot about the people who have gone on before me- in particular, my dad and my maternal grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my grandmother, the memories have been linked with food... and it's been unexpected. My mom and step dad are coming out to the house tonight to visit with my wee little Greta and cook out with us, and DH asked me if I would make homemade potato salad to go with the rest of our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even think twice about it, just started going through the cabinets and the fridge to gather up the stuff I needed for it without even thinking about finding a recipe- almost like I went into autopilot. About midway through the process as I was squirting relish into my big pot that was already full of diced potatoes, egg, mayo, mustard, and s&amp;amp;p I realized why I didn't have to think about it... Somewhere in my subconscious was a memory of my grandmother just throwing stuff into the pot, cooking in that old southern way of a handful of this and a pinch of that until she had created the best potato salad you ever put in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry, I didn't grieve... I just had this bittersweet feeling of longing for what once was. I realized that I would never be able to travel back and time and help her cook again, but I can revisit those feelings - that precious time I spent with her - by making the food that I helped her cook all of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, with father's day coming up... I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. I dream about him sometimes, and some dreams are more traumatizing than others. Some nights I'll dream that he never really died, he just ran away. Other nights I'll dream that he hadn't died yet, but I knew he was going to. Then yet other nights he'll show up in random dreams where he just plays a part like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started a few weekends ago when I went to visit my dad's family for my grandmother's 83rd birthday. She has stage 3 Alzheimer's, and a lot of the day was spent rehashing old memories and watching videos from my dad's and his sibling's childhood. Ever since then, he's kind of haunted me, begging me to finally come to understand our relationship for what it was without glorifying it (something people tend to do with their deceased relatives) or thinking it was so horrible (something people also tend to do). I feel like maybe my subconscious is telling me that it's time to accept my relationship with my dad for what it was with its share of both glories and glaring failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-7178131028092954809?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/7178131028092954809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5-i-be-missin-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7178131028092954809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/7178131028092954809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5-i-be-missin-you.html' title='Day 5: I be missin&apos; you'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-269287599257748963</id><published>2009-06-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:58:06.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Is it actually getting easier??!</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Maybe this is a fluke...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a result of me drinking more water and taking tylenol arthritis 20 mins before workout...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the second day in a row without having to listen to JM drone on and on in her nasaly voice and flaring nostrils (as shallow as it is, that seriously bugs the crap out of me about her- but I digress)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel like I was going to die during my workout tonight. I actually thought I had another circuit to go at the end of circuit 3, and boy was I surprised to find that it was time to cool down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will never do again, though... I will never eat anything greasy so close to working out ever again. That's what I get for busting up my diet as bad as I get today! I have absolutely 100% god-freaking-awful acid reflux at the moment and there is nothing I can do about it :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kicks my own butt via Jillian Michael's butt kicks, as featured on 30ds*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-269287599257748963?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/269287599257748963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-is-it-actually-getting-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/269287599257748963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/269287599257748963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-is-it-actually-getting-easier.html' title='Day 4: Is it actually getting easier??!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-1895082338052784285</id><published>2009-06-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:03:30.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: NH&amp;FR- my sweet Greta!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted these yet... So I thought I would AW here! This is my sweet dumpling, Greta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 234px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 236px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6070939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010932.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 266px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010930.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/Anniemp86/P6010928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-1895082338052784285?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/1895082338052784285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-nh-my-sweet-greta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1895082338052784285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/1895082338052784285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-nh-my-sweet-greta.html' title='Day 4: NH&amp;FR- my sweet Greta!!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-6100494317384080489</id><published>2009-06-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:56:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Day 3 was anticlimactic.</title><content type='html'>AF rendered me completely exhausted and achy yesterday by the time I got home, so I didn't do my work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessional time! After work and dinner, DH and I went to DQ- I ate half of a kid sized oreo blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't have been too bad, right? RIGHT??! ahem... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we came home and I went to sleep on the chaise around 9 (apparently I was relocated to bed around 11 by DH), and when I woke up this morning I felt 100% better. I guess there is a lesson to be learned in this, that you have to pay attention to what your body is telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I feel soooo much better. Drinking more water seems to really be helping as well. Today is the last day of VBS and they invited us staffers down to the volunteer's break room to partake in homemade snacks donated by sweet little old ladies and omg. I might have totally busted up my diet for the day, but I'm skipping lunch to make up for the extra calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little old lady made mississippi mud that brought tears to my eyes (especially since my grandmother - who used to be the mississippi mud queen - doesn't even know that she ever made mississippi mud, thanks to having stage 3 Alzheimers :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do better tonight? I'm doing the workout fo sho. Updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-6100494317384080489?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/6100494317384080489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-day-3-was-anticlimactic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6100494317384080489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6100494317384080489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-day-3-was-anticlimactic.html' title='Day 4: Day 3 was anticlimactic.'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-4282983147631034749</id><published>2009-06-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:42:35.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: sooooore!</title><content type='html'>Owww. It hurts to walk, it hurts to sit, it hurts to stand... It hurts to do everything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering... I have flat feet, and doing any kind of plyometrics (even the low intensity stuff like buttkicks and jumping jacks) makes my joints swell up and start cracking. Would taking Tylenol Arthritis 20 mins before a workout make this a little easier? It's kind of hard to tolerate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/fitness_articles.asp?id=997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link will send you to a 12 minute pilates workout, courtesy of spark people. I think I'm going to try to do this in the mornings before work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-4282983147631034749?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/4282983147631034749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-3-sooooore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/4282983147631034749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/4282983147631034749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-3-sooooore.html' title='Day 3: sooooore!'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-777202971517663769</id><published>2009-06-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:35:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Just finished workout 2...</title><content type='html'>...and lived to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's common sense... Yes, I should already know this... But I realized tonight that if I start drinking water *before* I work out, I don't get as thirsty while I'm working out. Duhhhr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a113/Kitini/lol/captain_obvious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 225px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a113/Kitini/lol/captain_obvious.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major impediment to my working out and living a healthier and more productive life in general is my constant state of fatigue. Some days are worse than others, but it's really never more than a little nuisance. But I feel like my house would be cleaner, I would be healthier, and all around happier if I just had more energy. I got a little worried that maybe I had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, so like any good hypochondriac I looked it up on WebMD and &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/slideshow-causes-of-fatigue-and-how-fight-it"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said that fatigue is caused by several things, but these stuck out at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Not enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get 6-7 hours of sleep if I'm lucky, but usually need about 9 to feel completely refreshed. I've been trying to stay up later to spend time with DH and the dogs since I'm at work all day, but maybe I need to reproritize what I'm doing when I get home to get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Anemia (in particular, not enough iron because I don't eat a lot of meat, beans, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat meat like, at all. Ever. Maybe if I ate more lean meats and legumes in my diet, and less carby stuff like bread and pasta, I wouldn't feel like I needed a nap 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Caffeine overload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I depend on caffeine for my existence. Coffee strong enough to put hair on your chest starts my morning, diet coke at some point throughout the day, chocolate for snacks... It's practically in everything I consider the center of my survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Not working out enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I work out more, it will build up my endurance or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Here's what I'm going to do. For the next 29 days I'm going to only drink water except for when I go out to eat or go to a friend's house for dinner, I'm going to replace some of the carbs I eat with lean meat, and I'm going to try to get more rest at night. Maybe by the end of the 30 days I'll have more get-up-and-go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... I discovered that there is an option on the 30ds DVD where you can turn off jillian's introductions. Thank GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-777202971517663769?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/777202971517663769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-just-finished-workout-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/777202971517663769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/777202971517663769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-just-finished-workout-2.html' title='Day 2: Just finished workout 2...'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a113/Kitini/lol/th_captain_obvious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-600374948848900563</id><published>2009-06-08T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:15:39.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Day 1 almost killed me.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired, my body hurts all over, and I really want to curl up and go to sleep. I did the 30ds last night at like, 9:00 and I couldn't ever catch my breath because I couldn't stop yawning! I'm going to try to do it as soon as I get home tonight... Hopefully that will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seriously. Jillian Michaels is very talented at what she does, and has an awesome body to prove it. But her never ending babbling during the workout gets on my ever loving nerves! I would rather her STFU and tell me what to do. My nerves are generally shot as it is when I do stuff like that, it's not fun to me AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little happy thing is that the past two days, I have had really yummy and healthy lunches that keep me filled up until my afternoon snack. Yesterday I packed one of those Healthy Choice Fresh Mixers, the &lt;a href="http://www.healthychoice.com/product-Rotini-Zesty-Marinara-Sauce_2361.html"&gt;Rotini and Zesty Marinara&lt;/a&gt; one. Let me just tell you, it tasted sooo good. It has lots of nice, fat chunks of caramelized onions and peppers and it doesn't taste like 'diet food' at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pasta is uncooked in the package, which is specially designed with a strainer built into the lid. You fill it up to a fill line with water, microwave for 3:30, stick the lid on it, and voila! Instant pasta! Then the sauce is packaged separately, and all you do is open the side of the cellophane on top and nuke it for 14-20 seconds. Mix mix mix, and lunch is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the &lt;a href="http://www.healthychoice.com/product-Ziti-Meat-Sauce_2357.html"&gt;Ziti and Meat Sauce&lt;/a&gt; variety, and it was really good too! I wasn't super crazy about the meat chunks, but I was surprised to find that the sauce was just a little bit spicy- which I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try the other varieties (there are several Asian offerings), but I'm kind of nervous about the chunks of meat. If you've tried any of them, let me know which ones are good- and which ones aren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the rest of the week it will be salads for me (walmart has these really cool salad topping kits for $2), and maybe chicken salad on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;PB on whole wheat english muffins, coffee&lt;br /&gt;no snack&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Choice Fresh Mixer, Diet Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-600374948848900563?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/600374948848900563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-day-1-almost-killed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/600374948848900563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/600374948848900563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2-day-1-almost-killed-me.html' title='Day 2: Day 1 almost killed me.'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487204708072081236.post-6105674960639930511</id><published>2009-06-08T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:38:40.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: 30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>They say that it takes 30 days for a habit to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who 'they' are, but maybe they're right? I've never been able to stick with something out of my comfort zone for more than 30 days, and as a result I have formed no new habits (good ones, anyway) and I haven't broken any old ones that have been around too long. So... I've been stagnant for a long time, and I don't want to be that way for a minute longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea came to me over the weekend. I was talking to my husband about the fact that every weight loss plan I have ever attempted has failed within 1-2 weeks, and how I was worried that I would never be able to get the weight off. I never learned how to push myself and move more, eat less in order to be healthier. What I did learn along the way was how to eat my emotions and only find comfort in things I could do curled up on the couch with one of the dogs in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I have attempted to change my lifestyle from every perspective and motivation I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity? I lowered my standards for myself until what I used to consider unhealthy was normal. Health? I just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better? Eh. I could find other ways to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I've always been able to talk myself out of every opportunity I've given myself to move forward and try harder to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... I realized something. I remembered that old phrase, that it takes 30 days of working on something until it becomes habit, and that I have the 30 day shred DVD waiting for me at home. Could I be on to something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Here I am. I've decided to challenge myself. Give myself 30 days without looking for instant gratification (thus, removing disappointment at my lack of physical change), looking for weight gain, or getting frustrated by the idea of having to do the same thing over and over again for the rest of my life to maintain a smaller figure. Not only am I trying to lose weight, I'm trying to take better care of myself on all levels- physically, mentally, and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;1) I must blog every single day&lt;br /&gt;2) I must do every day of the 30 day shred&lt;br /&gt;3) I will weigh and measure myself once tonight, then do it again on July 8.&lt;br /&gt;4) I must be conscious of every thing I put in my mouth, and list it here.&lt;br /&gt;5) I must try to work more veggies into my diet every day&lt;br /&gt;6) I must try to drink more water, less garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Log&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: 1 whole wheat English muffin, 1 serving PB, one glass 1% milk&lt;br /&gt;Snack: Fresh apple slices, grapes, a strawberry, and a handful of smoked almonds&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Healthy Choice Steam Mixers - Zesty Marinara and a diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting weight: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;154&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal weight: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487204708072081236-6105674960639930511?l=mrsgreat83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/feeds/6105674960639930511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-1-30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6105674960639930511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8487204708072081236/posts/default/6105674960639930511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgreat83.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-1-30-day-challenge.html' title='Day 1: 30 day challenge'/><author><name>MrsB72008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04347461696746841936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jqQ4z8SzKE4/SkDgJr0OSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8PvLdgZf12w/S220/girlandmouse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
