tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778973080791722972023-11-16T06:25:28.471-05:00Trying to Lose it...Just a girl, trying to lose the weight she's always wanted to.....
30 Pounds to lose in 2009... Gonna be a year of adventures.. I can tell already!Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-91200349561446481872013-09-02T12:46:00.001-04:002013-09-02T12:46:27.700-04:00Just Another Fallen Angel...I feel like I'm a broken record... I feel like just another of the fallen angels who walk back through the doors of Weight Watchers and says once again I'm gonna do it this time..<br />
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So I think I gave away what I'm doing again.. I'm back at Weight Watchers.. it worked for me once.. so I pray it's going to work for me again this time..<br />
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However saying that.. am I truly committed to making it work ? I keep over eating my points.. and I haven't counted any glass of wine yet...<br />
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Does anyone else feel like you're paying a fee to feel bad about yourself when you step on that damn scale?<br />
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Despite the way I feel I went for a run today, and have made sure my house is a hot bed for success... so this being said. I hope I am successful.. and that I finally get control of this..<br />
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Until next time.<br />
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<i>xoxo</i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-16952834883402588602013-04-02T16:42:00.007-04:002013-04-02T16:42:55.581-04:00How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By Him....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wow.. how is it possible.. it just can't be true.. I've turned into one of those sappy love sick girls!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's true.. I'm in love.. so in love.. with the most amazing man ever.. I've spoken of him before.. years ago... we went out a couple times.. but we finally reconnected in January of 2012... how am I this lucky? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now the best part about him is he loves me no matter what! He met me at my lightest (around 175lbs) and then fell in love with me at 248lbs! Seriously? He's such an amazing man.. loves the real me.. the inside me.. not the outside me.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now don't get me wrong.. he likes it when I look sexy.. but he doesn't dwell on it.. He supports me in my weight loss (as being with him I'm down 30 lbs now!)... but doesn't make me feel like any less of a beautiful woman because of my extra weight. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I want to scream it from the roof tops, but I won't, as I can only imagine how irritating the neighbours would find it.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I just hope and pray (and secretly work out... ) that I will continue to lose weight.. so when .. yes when (not if) he asks me to marry him... I won't have a long journey ahead of me to get to the wedding size of my dreams! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sappy or not.. I'm a happy girl.. who can only get healthier from here!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Until next time</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">xoxo</span></i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-16503037604580291332012-11-12T15:57:00.002-05:002012-11-12T15:57:20.101-05:00I think... I think... I don't wanna jinx it.. I may have found the right eating plan for me.. I've lost 11.6 pounds in 8 days.. Um.. OMG?? It's wild.. I'm never hungry.. I eat healthy food, I can go out if I want.. and I can have a 4 oz glass of red wine daily if I choose!<br />
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Now here is the thing.. I'm so scared of acknowledging this small success.. I don't want to fail again.. do I tell my family and friends? Or do I keep my mouth shut until they notice?<br />
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Do I tell everyone and worry that they may sabotage me ? Or Judge me if I go off track?<br />
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I just want to succeed... can I ?<br />
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<br />Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-14718181922967556632012-10-04T08:32:00.001-04:002012-10-04T08:32:06.892-04:0012 Weeks!<span style="color: #674ea7;">Well it was 12 weeks this past Tuesday until Christmas! My most favourite time of the year.. Usually around now I'm all excited, realizing I get to soon decorate and put up my tree, watch my favourite movies, and buy presents for those I love.. but I'm actually really dreading the holiday season.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I don't want to admit that I've let another year pass me by.. and I've done nothing to change my health, except let it get worse.. I've gained so much weight in the last year.. it's upsetting.. this time last year I was just at 200 pounds, and I felt like such a failure.. now I'm creeping up on 240.. failure has nothing on me! I have done more than just fail... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">So how.. how do I take all of the moments of motivation, and put them into action.. when all I can think about it eating something yummy? <br /><br />Is anyone else out there feeling this way too? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I feel like Weight Watchers is probably my best bet.. but then I'd actually have to follow it completely.. oh gosh.. I'm a tool.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I need to get my head into this game again.. after all it's12 weeks to christmas (well 82 days.. ) and my Winter Jacket doesn't even come close to fitting me!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Off I go.. </span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #674ea7;">xoxo</span></em>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-71001487985865391772012-07-10T09:51:00.004-04:002012-07-10T09:51:52.335-04:00Surrounded ...<span style="color: #0b5394;">I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle.. not just one but several.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">You all know about my battle of the bulge, but there are a couple more I don't mention.. the one that I feel like I'm fighting right now is the battle at work.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I'm the only girl.. surrounded by men.. and I'm in a place of authority.. My boss seems to understand how to treat people.. but he has no compassion for me whatsoever... He is hard on me, and chooses to put me on probation, when I had to miss work due to a car accident.. I don't understand him.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I'm not used to people not liking me.. so this is confusing.. what do I do to rectify this?<br /><br />I've been fairly proud of myself since I have yet to cry over this situation.. but in reality I'm devastated.. I'm trying to get a promotion.. and this probation means I won't be able to be promoted for at least a year!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Plus.. here I am right now feeling like crap.. and I know I don't have the option to go home... I hate feeling like a prisoner at my job... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">It's much like being a prisoner in your body.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">You know the environment.. you just cannot get comfortable.. for fear of what could happen.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Gosh... when will things start to look up for me? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">The most comical part about this "probation" is today I had to read the "Ethics Policy" refresher, and it touches on people swearing in everyday talk, harassment, and being left out.. all things my boss is guilty of.. but hey.. as long as he gives me probation for my absence due to a car acci8dent.. all is right with the world.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Man I'm bitter!!!!!! </span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394;">xoxo</span></em>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-37188384245485545562012-07-04T13:49:00.000-04:002012-07-04T13:49:09.133-04:00Facts Of Life...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">So after my so called "Wake Up Call" I had a long talk with my guy. I told him yet again, how miserable I am in my own skin. How I am so sad that I look the way I do, and I must do something to change it.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">The dilemma I face is when I'm with him at his house.. see he doesn't like Veggies.. So our meals mainly consist of carbs and protein.. This is why I always end up with a little gain after every weekend there.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">So I told him we need to start carrying veg so I am able to stick to my Weight Watchers plan.. and feel full longer with the fiber of the veg.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">He seems on board.. saying he wouldn't mind being on Weight Watchers too, to possibly lose 10-15 pounds himself.. So... I'm hoping he does join.. this way I'm not alone in my plight.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Years ago, when I was so successful, it's because I was actively doing the Points plan with a good girl friend. Something about the continued accountability helped me stick to it.. I think it was the competition factor.. I'm a very competitive person.. and I enjoyed seeing who lost more each week.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Where has this passion and competitiveness gone???? I had a marvelous day yesterday, and I stepped on the scale today, and it says I've gained.... I need to pack that damn scale up and ignore the numbers until a week has gone by... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Okay... I know these blogs are boring right now.. I apologize.. it's just hard to be upbeat and funny when it feels like my weight is truly weighing deeply on me.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">take care. </span><br />
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<i>xoxo</i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-51353156932207934022012-06-30T12:26:00.000-04:002012-06-30T12:26:00.095-04:00My Wake Up Call..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">We all have those moments.. you see yourself through someone elses eyes.. and you don't like what you see..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">This past week my boyfriend and I took a drive to a furniture store that was 3 hours away from his house. On the way back he surprised me and took me to Niagara falls for dinner. Before we ate we decided to get a closer look at the falls, as it had been at least 10 years since either one of us had gone there.. as we were looking at the magnificent natural wonder, I decided we needed to take a picture of us in front of the falls... after I took 2 fairly decent pictures a passerby asked me if he could take a picture or two for us.. once he had finished I thanked him, and instantly checked out our pics.. and sadly I was HORRIFIED by what I saw.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Who was this FAT girl next to my boyfriend? She has my face, but there was NO WAY that could be me... could it??</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">I knew I had gained a lot of weight.. but I just couldn't get over how awful I looked in the pic... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Is this finally the wake up call I need? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Or am I broken record that will repeat this statement and keep starting my diet tomorrow??? </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">xoxo</span></i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-75445492388880409872012-06-27T09:25:00.003-04:002012-06-27T09:27:08.424-04:00Quit Your "Wine-ing"....<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">"Who Loves Not Wine, Woman And Song, Remains A Fool His Whole Life Long" </span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Oh the perils of loving wine, and trying to lose weight... it's truly a harder battle than I imagined it to be... I have a very addictive personality. When I find something I love, I tend to enjoy it A LOT.. not to the point of being an alcoholic, but I will have a glass or two every day.. and that turns into a bottle every 3 days or so.. and that's a lot of empty calories.. so now it's turned into a problem for me.. I've got the food figured out... and I'm doing quite well with it.. I've talked to my boyfriend and explained how I need to get serious about losing weight, and he's very supportive! (But not over bearing and rude.. he loves me how I am.. but I'm sure he'd love a hot girlfriend more!)... I found yesterday I was just nibbling all day long... so when I went out with a buddy for dinner I had a garden salad and then a side of carrots, celery and tobasco sauce... but then came home to paint my ensuite bathroom, and I had a couple glasses of wine... now I am regretting it all.. why do I try so hard with the food, only to ruin it with the wine after that... </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">So here is my personal goal.. I am NOT going to have any alcohol during the week.. and I will enjoy my wine on the weekends only! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">This I know I can do.. but I will for sure keep you updated.. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Anyway.. that's all I really have to say today.. Take care blogger friends.. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I'm a firm believer in this.. I know that by being kind and friendly to my starbucks baristas I have in turn acquired a free beverage or two over time.. at my local Tim's I have gotten many free coffees and cookies (oopsy) .. my wine store knows me and sells me wine at their discount, my grocery store often opens up a closed register when I'm in line and call me over personally... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Why? Because I am taking an interest in the people who work there... an actual interest .. showing them kindness when the majority of people treat them like crap.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">In turn though when people do something nasty it will come back to bite them in the butt.. Sadly today I had to put in a complaint about one of the girls that works at my hair salon. I usually get my hair done every 3 months.. and it's not cheap... but after hearing that one of the girls there has been saying nasty things about me, I have been avoiding the salon (for 6 months!), and I have not been recommending it to others when they ask me where they should go... Finally today I took a good look at my hair and realized I either had to poop or get off the pot... so the decision had to be either find a new salon, or go back to the salon.. So I decided to go back.. then the next decision had to be do I ignore the situation, or put in a complaint.. and so when I called to book the appointment the owner answered.. since I've been going there for 5 years he knows me quite well.. and so I complained.. and I know he's going to speak to her, and she won't be happy.. but she got what she deserved...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">It pains me to complain and get someone in trouble.. but sometimes it's necessary for the person in the wrong .. it helps them learn how we need to behave .. should behave.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">It doesn't take much to smile when in line for coffee, to ask your cashier how she is, to say thank you and please.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">It could be the thing that makes someone's day a lot brighter.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Just sayin'</span><br />
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<i>xoxo</i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-88726980460227050382012-06-21T10:55:00.001-04:002012-06-21T10:55:32.050-04:00I have a rumbly in my tumbly...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Ahh good old Winnie the Pooh.. he sure knew how to enjoy the sweeter things in life.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">So I have no idea what I want to say today.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">We have a great used DVD shop in Ontario... and I frequently visit their store and find some rare treasures. A couple months ago I picked up a series called "Huge".. now some of you may have seen it when it was on the telly, but I don't believe I have the channel that carried it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">It's about a group of kids at fat camp.. and even though they are all supposed to be around the age of 17 (I assume...) I can totally identify with what these kids are feeling.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Feelings of no self worth, anxiety about being weighed, disappointing their loved ones, never being good enough to be loved... all the body issues.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Then even the ones that seem somewhat satisfied with their bodies are still wishing for some changes, like if only the fat in my thighs would migrate to my boobs, or hips, or butt.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Sadly since I put back on a lot of weight I'm now built like a beer keg... forget the 6 pack.. I'd like to get to a 24! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I know I'm not the biggest girl out there, but I feel that way.. I feel like I'm not sexy, not pretty, that I'm dull and the only thing that makes me stand out is my fat... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">BUT.. saying this... I know it's not true.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I had a moment last weekend... My boyfriend's sister in law was doing a treatment on my back (I recently had a car accident, and she's a physiotherapist) and she and I started to chat about the family... and she told me she was so happy I've entered the group.. telling me I'm funny, I have a great smile, I laugh a lot, and am very pretty... she loves how I dress... my stories.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I couldn't help but get a little choked up.. this girl who has no real reason to say such things to me.. and she lifted me up.. sometimes we need these people in our lives.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Two weeks ago I woke up to a message on facebook from a dear friend of mine, Rachel. Rachel and I have a funny history to our friendship. I went to Cuba to be a bridesmaid in a horrific wedding fiasco.. and Rach and her husband were at the same resort.. we seemed to just randomly realize that we were kindred spirits, and we've been ever so close since then.. that was 2010... Anyway so 2 weeks ago she sent me an uplifting message.. again telling me how great I am.. for no reason at all.. and I will cherish her words forever.. but remembering them in times of despair will be the hard part... that is always the hard part.. isn't it? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I think we all tend to gravitate to the Eeyore feelings in life "oh no.. nobody likes me.. I'll never be good enough.. so I'll just wag my tail and wait for another day to pass me by...".. and that's an easy place to fall into ... however we need to stop.. look around, and realize that when we have self doubt about how wonderful we truly are, we are doubting the people who love and care for us, for they've chosen to be in our lives for a reason!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I don't feel like it's a huge epiphany to come to these conclusions.. but I think it was definitely something I needed to realize.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I hope that you realize that the people in your life, your friends, your loved ones, they are there for a reason.. there are tons of people in this world.. but they chose you.. sure your family has to acknowledge you, but we all know you can cut them out of your life if you really don't like them *thank God I don't have that issue!*... so if you start to have self doubt today.. take a minute and think about why others choose to be your friend! It's quite an eye opener.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Anyway.. I'm going to go have some breaky... so until next time.. </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">xoxo</span></i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-16346954824683685902012-06-18T12:11:00.002-04:002012-06-18T12:11:26.454-04:00Oops I did it again...Well I had a fairly good weekend, but the choices I made were surely not the best. I had a sushi feast with my brother on Friday night, followed by a couple glasses of wine... then Saturday I had a good healthy breakfast, and a nice dinner with my boyfriend's family... again had a couple glasses of wine.. no lunch though.. I don't know.. did I plan it that way so I could over indulge a bit? <br />
Yesterday was father's day with my family. So my BF and I had crepes and strawberries with real maple syrup.. so yummy.. then we had cheese and crackers at my parent's place... then a lasagna and garlic bread meal... <br />
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I feel like I had a less indulgent weekend than most.. but I feel HUGE right now. <br />
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I'm still at my BF's house, but when I get home tomorrow I will weigh myself and see how I truly did do. <br />
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It feels like we're on a roller coaster.. we have our ups and our downs.. and we feel totally fearful, and then wildly exhilarated .... and it repeats.. <br />
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I'm looking forward to finally getting back to the high moment.. where I'm excited for where life will be taking me.. <br />
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I need to lose weight so badly... but I need to change my mind set from "when I lose weight" to "I am losing this weight NOW".. <br />
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How do I do that?<br />
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<em>xoxo</em>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-49033556506474798592012-06-14T09:32:00.004-04:002012-06-14T09:32:43.188-04:00Stuck In A Moment....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Wow... I can't believe I'm back here again.. back in the high 230's.. how on earth did I let this happen.. I mean HOW? </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I was off work for 5 months.. and I know that I can attribute 20lbs to that horrible time.. it was stress leave, and so between the self medicating, and the actual medication I know that I gained that then.. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Now I sit here in my bed room.. looking at a closet full of clothes I cannot wear.... looking at a body that I am so uncomfortable in all I want to do is cry.. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">What do I do? </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Weight watchers again??... still??? Yikes... or do I do the drastic Body By Vi? I have enough of that for a 90 day challenge.. but I just didn't do well on it last time.. oh yikes... </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I'm scared.. this downward spiral isn't healthy... where will I be in a year? A year ago I was 40 pounds lighter... 40 freaking pounds! I can't keep going like this... </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">The one truly bright light in my life is I have a loving boyfriend, who although he met me at my lightest, still thinks I'm beautiful now.. God bless him!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I keep trying to figure out where I was 3 years ago that aided me in my weightloss and I remembered the accountability I felt by blogging.. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">I will do my best to get back on here weekly... if not more frequently.. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Who knows.. perhaps this time I'll lose it all again and it's gonna last.... I pray to God that I can... </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">For now I'm going to go down stairs.. and fret over what to eat... food... or shake? </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Until next time... </span></span><br />
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<i>xoxo</i>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-40663732311598380732011-08-04T13:22:00.002-04:002011-08-04T13:28:09.689-04:00Visalus, it really works!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQtBP65O57xfvvkKCFXVdN5568xR-bOPq1HNUEp_Xf-s0NtDhEdAy5aTRc6oiFO4RRteaRHgNQEyjT7fcBkv-I3ZbV5Qo3AZH_uEeW1dtWyZQ6nAqmBfpB4tbOM8nm8v872V3EBhZuFFv/s1600/Body-By-Vi.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQtBP65O57xfvvkKCFXVdN5568xR-bOPq1HNUEp_Xf-s0NtDhEdAy5aTRc6oiFO4RRteaRHgNQEyjT7fcBkv-I3ZbV5Qo3AZH_uEeW1dtWyZQ6nAqmBfpB4tbOM8nm8v872V3EBhZuFFv/s320/Body-By-Vi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637053835703572482" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">So I started the "Body by Vi" challenge 14 days ago. I've had a wedding to attend, and a weekend of depression which caused me to overindulge, and I've still lost 7 lbs in 14 days, and several inches. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Now that I know it works, while doing it half assed, I am going to get on it 100% and see my results. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I've had a couple stressful weeks, I've been working at becoming debt free (everything except for my mortgage).. which is hard. It's brutal trying to be on a strict budget, when so many of my friends have spouses that also work, or they don't own a home and so they seem to have endless funds... But I made it work.. I talked to a banker, got my crap together, and I am now happy to say I am debt free!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">So I think with this, and with the success of the Body by Vi challenge, things are looking up for me. I'm still very single, and still feeling very lonely, but I believe that the more I get myself in shape, and the more I have faith and confidence in myself, that things will improve and I will become much more social again.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Already the community of people I've met through Visalus have welcomed me with open arms.. I was invited away for this past Canadian Long weekend to the beach with one, and am going to lunch on saturday before work with another.... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Who knows.... with my weight going down, things may be looking up!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-68540311066868083482011-07-17T14:52:00.003-04:002011-07-17T15:02:39.735-04:00Rent-a-friend<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">You know when you let something bother you, you know you shouldn't, but you can't help it and it does?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I've been re-evaluating myself, and my friendships recently. My best girlfriend and I haven't said more that a couple words to each other since July 1st... and the only reason those words were shared was because we both happened to be at the dog park at the same time.. and it was </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">awkward!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> .... So that really really sucks.... </span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Another girlfriend of mine was becoming one of my best friends (I have a couple girls that I would say are my best friends...) until an event based around her came and went, and suddenly I was of no use to her anymore.. I was supposed to go to a cottage with her, and I was uninvited due to space issues... in the last week she's texted me once.. It was my holiday week... so it would have been nice if my plans hadn't fallen through.. 2 days before we were supposed to go..... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Another girl and I were supposed to go for drinks and spend a day on a patio, but she "forgot" all about it... and then after we rescheduled, she ended up being too busy...... hmmm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">There are a couple more things happening.. misunderstandings, hurt feelings and such... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">So everything.. the culmination of everything.. makes me feel like I'm just a lousy friend, or an easy throw away friend.. I would do anything for my friends.. and I mean anything... so why is it that when all is said and done at the end of the week I sit home alone and watch movies with my cat... hoping beyond hope that someone will text me and want to connect with me.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I know that communication works both ways.. but how many times can I text someone first? Why am I always the one that is always the one who has to put it all out there, and do all the work in a relationship.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Grr.. I think I'm just overly lonely and feeling so pathetic.... I think it's time for a bike ride to clear my head... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">If anyone wants a friend, you know where to find me.. lol</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">xoxo</span></i></div><div><br /></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-3096721536610385982011-07-14T12:26:00.002-04:002011-07-14T12:38:39.470-04:00Whose Perception Is True Reality?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I've been doing a lot of thinking recently.... </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I remember when I weighed 358lbs... I remember looking at girls who weighed somewhere in the 200's and wishing I was them.. thinking how I wanted to be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> like them... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Then I was a girl in her 200's... looking at a girl in the high 100's and still wanted to be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> like them... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Now I'm a girl in the high 100's... and I look at girls in the 170's and I want to be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> like them... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">When will I realize I've been every one of those </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> sizes, and never been happy? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">When I finally hit the 200's I wanted to be in the 100's.. when I hit the 100's .. I wanted to be in the 180's .. then the 170's... and yet I was never happy with the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> person I had begun.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Now I'm back in the 190's... and I feel so </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">fat</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">ugly</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">..... and yet I need to realize, to someone out there .. I am </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> thin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I think we have the same perception when it comes to beauty too. I don't think the majority of us really see the true beauty we possess.. I get told often enough that I'm beautiful.... but I see the things I want to change.. and truth be told with me.. my </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">uglyness</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> is all based on my weight. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I felt my most beautiful when I went to Egypt, and the winter that followed that. I was weighing in at 172lbs. I felt like I was the Bee's Knees.. I felt like the outside me finally matched the fun loving, vibrant girl that was trapped on the inside for so so long..... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Now I'm back around 195lbs.. and I feel trapped once again... I feel trapped by my perception... I have to remember that someone out there looks at me and wishes they were my size... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I met some new people recently through a mutual friend.... and that friend called me up yesterday afternoon to tell me how much her one friend loved me, saying I was a beautiful and funny girl who seemed like someone she could truly be friends with.... I was shocked.. I'm not good at hearing and accepting compliments, but that was one I truly wanted to be able to.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I'm really hoping that in time my perception will change, and I'll see myself for the beautiful woman other's see me as... I think only then, will I be able to start dating again and have a successful relationship, and possibly get ahead at work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">This lack of confidence causes so many other things to happen in one's life.. not just with men and work.. but quite often the way you feel about yourself.. the insecurities and poor self esteem shows on the outside.. and if you're anything like me, you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions on your face.. I'm nothing but an open book... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I'm going to try to start with the positive personal affirmation of myself, and I'm going to try to begin and end the day by saying one good thing that I like about myself.. it sounds Oh So Corny, I know.. but I think it may be something that will help me start to think about myself the way others do... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">So today I will leave you with my PPA... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I love the way I laugh.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">until next time </span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-7645247105127742392011-07-14T00:46:00.003-04:002011-07-14T00:52:02.950-04:00Thank You Decision Makers!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">So I wanted someone else to make the decision for me... and that happened! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Who knew it could be that simple? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">My co-worker and his wife helped me out, and signed me up for the program.. so now all I have to do is wait, wait for the product to show up.. and I honestly cannot wait.. I want to see how I behave on the program, how it works for me.. and how my body will change.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I took all of my measurements today... YIKES! Who knew I was basically a box... I pray I see real results with inches lost... I also weighed myself.. and I'm retaining loads of water, because although I realize I haven't behaved myself 100% this week (I'm on holidays..) I know I haven't eaten enough food to cause me to gain 9 pounds! (yes 9 effing pounds!)... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">So tomorrow, even though the product won't be here, things are going to change... I'm going to start working out again.. oh my... and eating well... I see a lot of salads and protein in my future.. mmm mmm good!.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I was so nervous about how my girlfriend would react when she learned that I was working with my co-worker and his wife.. originally I told them I wanted to work with her... but financially I wasn't going to be able to do either for a week or so... but I was granted a gift... anyway.. so here I was worried that our friendship would truly suffer.. but she is such a terrific girl... she was so understanding.. and wonderful.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I AM SO BLESSED to have an amazing friend like her in my life.. I feel so so so blessed.. I love her!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Okay well... I think I better head off to bed.. as it's almost 1 am in dear old Canada.. and I want to be up around 7am to go for a run.. I am so excited about the changes that will be coming in my life!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I hope everyone out there in blog land is doing well.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">better blogs to follow... this I promise you!</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-29246788067008158522011-07-12T11:41:00.003-04:002011-07-12T11:48:27.287-04:00Totally Sold!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Okay so I went to an information seminar yesterday about that "product" that will help boost weight loss, and I am 100% sold on it.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">However, now I am completely torn. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">First off, I went to my co-workers information session, not my girlfriend's. Why? I wanted to be sure I went to one where my heart wasn't involved. If I went to my girlfriend's party, I knew I would feel obligated to sign up. Going to Pat's wife's party, well I thought I'd be removed from emotion.. however she was so excited to have me there, telling me how her husband speaks so highly of me (awwww) and that she knew I'd be so successful using this "product".... the motivation and support will be there... but now.. I'm torn......</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Who do I sign up with? Either way, someone is making money off me.... but if I go with Pat's wife, I have a support system constantly at work.. and there are more people from my work that I met last night that would support and motivate me... </span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Or</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Do I go with my girlfriend. Help her earn a little more money.. but not have the constant support.. Not that she wouldn't support me.. but I don't see her on a daily basis. Her group isn't work based, and her parties would not be conducive with my work schedule..... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Someone is going to get hurt regardless of whom I decide to go with... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I hate the hard decisions.... hate them!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I know I'm going to be successful with this product.. and I know I can get other people on board with it... I'm so excited to start using it... but who who who do I go with???? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Anyone want to make this decision for me? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">For now, I'm going to take my measurements, and weigh myself.. and see how it goes.... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">bye for now.. </span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-25556379515732287472011-07-11T15:25:00.002-04:002011-07-11T15:40:11.420-04:00What's your number?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Why is it that we are all so focused on our numbers? I'm _ _ _ lbs... I'm 30 years old... I have _ _ _ </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">facebook</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> friends.. get me at 519 - 555 -_ _ _ _ .. my Black berry pin is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ... </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Seriously.. when did we go from saying, I'm Me.. and I'm fabulous... to saying I'm a 3 figure weight, a 10 digit phone number and so on... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I know I'm heavy.. I'm not denying that... and tomorrow I'm going to do my best to step on my </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Wii</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> fit scale and NOT look at the number... and in one week I'll get back on that scale and I'll see how I've done... I need to lose weight.. but I'm not going to let that number define me anymore. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">When I went to Egypt I weighed in at a healthy 173 lbs.... and I was </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">soooooo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> happy. I felt </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">sooooo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> sexy... but I was so </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">focused</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> on the number that I never let myself enjoy the thin me... now at about 20 pounds heavier, all I can do is focus on the fat.. I remember when I sat down and my stomach didn't bulge out, touching my arms... when my legs weren't rubbing together when I walked... when I didn't feel like my pants were suffocating me... when my chin was a single member.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Although some people tell me that they don't notice I've gained weight, except for my boobs getting bigger (my male friends have made that observation...), I can feel it.. I feel self conscious </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">again, and like I'm a big old blob... (okay okay.. I'm not that old..)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I wake up with all the motivation in the world.. I'll go for a run, or a bike ride, or to the gym today... then a couple hours set in and all I want to do is nap. I used to have an insane drive, a wonderful sense of self worth that made me walk my fat ass into the gym and do my squats, crunches and 60 minutes on various </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">cardio</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> machines.. and now.. well if I walk to and from the fridge, well that's an accomplishment... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Even as I write this I'm thinking of 173.. and possibly 5 more pounds after that to get me into the 160's... oh wouldn't that be marvelous.. but again... that's me focusing on numbers.. I have to get into my head that I want to be healthy... but that isn't it.. I want to be sexy. I want men to look at me and want to get to know me better... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">One day I'd love to be a wife and a mother.. for now it's me and my kitty... and my food... </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">hmmm</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">.. I really need to get my priorities in order.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I'm going to do my best to stop focusing on the number and instead focus on the goal me.. thin.. happy.. healthy.... </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">ahhhhh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">.. maybe, just maybe I'll succeed in this way of thinking.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Tonight is the meeting about that "program" I've talked about previously... I'll see how it is.. and I'll report back if it's working for me.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Until next time.. stop focusing on your number, and instead focus on the goal you!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">x0x0</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-54732339366697201012011-07-10T12:13:00.002-04:002011-07-10T12:18:42.298-04:00Have a new attitude.. until the licorice comes out..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Found a new weakness.. thought that it was only Chocolate.. but now I have discovered the newer sour twizzlers... and I enjoy them WAY TOO MUCH!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I was doing so well yesterday. I was buying some salsa, because I was thinking of making a baked potato or something for dinner.. and then I turn around and the candy selection was behind me.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">well I can buy a bag or two and have a piece every now and then right? I won't eat them all right? I can actually express some kind of will power here right? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">WRONG!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I'm lost .. I can't believe that I've eaten BOTH bags in the last 24 hours! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I really need to reign in this hazardous behaviour. I think after my visit tomorrow night, when I learn more about that "product" I spoke of in my last post, I'll be able to really focus on myself.. and on my health.. and on making myself look fierce! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I remember when I went to Egypt.. I felt on top of the world.. the belle of the ball.. so so so beautiful and thin.. I need to remember the way I felt next time I go to grab some goodies... and realize they are really baddies! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Time to start my sunday.. off to buy a wedding gift for someone who is beautiful and has found a man to love her... *le sigh*.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">until next time</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-87063350506625967802011-07-08T13:50:00.002-04:002011-07-08T14:01:45.706-04:00New Direction??<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">In January (I believe...) a co-worker of mine approached me about trying a new product that his wife had signed up for. It promises great results, whether you want to lose weight, tone, or simply gain energy... </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I'm always very wary of these "products" that promise these results by simply taking a pill, or substituting a meal with a shake.. but I looked at the info to humour him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I was impressed by the testimonials, and the information, but the price of the package I was looking at ($250/month) was just far too much money for me.. Sadly I told him that although I was interested in learning more, at this time it wasn't for me.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Fast forward to July 2011,... One of my best girlfriends started using this exact same product and told me more about it.. still unsure due to the price, I looked it to it yet again.. that very same day, my co-worker said "I think you should rethink using this product..." and was shocked that I had another friend telling me about it.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Now here I am.. in a true dilema.. who do I go with. I know now that I want to use this product, as I am not enjoying the Weight Watchers environment anymore (it's turned into a self help group for the 40 somethings... blarg!!!), but I do know this product works well with the Weight Watchers program... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">But who? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">My girlfriend who approached me just recently? Someone who I can tell anything to and she never judges me.. always there for a shoulder to cry on, or to laugh with... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Or my co-worker, who I consider a good friend, who I go to with my problems, who I can trust with anything... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I think no matter who I chose to go with I'm going to hurt someone's feelings... grrr... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">On top of this dilema, my best friend and I are having a bad time. I messed up and she's now really hurt and upset with me... If only life was as easy as a sitcom.. you have a problem.. but in 22 minutes everything is fixed and we can all laugh about it... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Maybe this just isn't my month.. in the past month I've been rear ended, then I rear ended someone (wtf?), then I got passed up for a promotion, and now my bestfriend and I are not on speaking terms... and to top it all off.. I'm horribly single!!! lol... deep breaths.. and I'll get through it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Oh well.. I'm going to try to get myself back into BLOG LAND.... I used to love blogging. It was a perfect outlet for when the days got rough, and the food looked tempting... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I weighed myself on Saturday and I came in at a whopping 197.7... oh my freaking goodness!! How have I gained almost 30 pounds back?? I have been focused all week, given up alcohol and worked out 3 times... I'm praying I see results tomorrow when I hop back onto my Wii fit and see what it says...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Okay this was a boring blog.. I apologize.. it will get better! The humour will return, and the light hearted girl you all knew before will be back.... I just have to get back to being me... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I'm praying this new direction will get me there... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">until next time.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">x0x0</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-20552821875596599152011-03-17T15:34:00.004-04:002011-03-17T15:42:54.137-04:00Playing the "What If" game.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqniFQZ7OaO4NhJ7fUdZq4RCenFobcyqXmCX5eMjxy4wpegq89RiGUzZgAfI3o_NVZPPOS9olz4ZFCnw0uLhWae3LDx-QFAjvqvGCd-I9yCseTrcaSdxdLpbFPbSyrVLpMfvOl58UzJB5/s1600/oct+16+1984-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqniFQZ7OaO4NhJ7fUdZq4RCenFobcyqXmCX5eMjxy4wpegq89RiGUzZgAfI3o_NVZPPOS9olz4ZFCnw0uLhWae3LDx-QFAjvqvGCd-I9yCseTrcaSdxdLpbFPbSyrVLpMfvOl58UzJB5/s320/oct+16+1984-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585135971141745714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">So here I sit, thinking about my Dad.. wondering </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">WHAT</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"> life would be like </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">IF</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"> he were still alive. Would I be different? Would I have struggled so much with my weight? Would I have finished University? Would I be married with kids? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">My weight problems began shortly after my Dad passed away. I was always the kid that wanted candy and sweets when I was growing up, but once my Dad passed it was where I found my comfort. Kids were cruel, but food wasn't. It was always there to make me feel better.. it was my friend. It didn't </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">disappoint</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">, it didn't judge.. it just provided the warmth... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Today I'm feeling it, I'm not crying, but I would love to buy a big bag of Mini Eggs *mmm chocolate* and sit at home eating.. but I won't. I went for a sensible lunch (pita pit!) and have just made a yummy chicken stir fry for my dinner at work tonight.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I don't know what's making the difference right now, or how I have the motivation to push past my cravings, but I'm doing it... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I'd like to think that if my Dad were still alive he'd be proud of me. I think he'd look at what I've accomplished, where I've been, who I've become and smile.. knowing that I grew up right... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Now if only I could look at myself the same way... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">One step at a time.. this journey continues... </span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">xoxo</span></i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-71762183057050419392011-03-16T15:30:00.002-04:002011-03-16T15:35:04.608-04:00Quick Check In...Okay folks.. here is a quick post by this girl... <div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of my Dad's death. It's a horrible day for me, and I usually end up being utterly depressed and eating everything in sight... </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been back on track with Weight Watchers all week and have lost 5.1 lbs so far this week.... so I'm praying that will help me push through the pain and sadness tomorrow and stay on track... </div><div><br /></div><div>I see that I'm 16 pounds away from where I was at my lightest... I was so happy then. I felt like I could conquer anything. That I was on top of the world. I was sexy, I was happy, I was strong, I was an animal! Now I feel fluffy, fat, powerless, sad... so I think we can all see where this is going... I need to lose this weight again, tone up, make myself the powerful happy woman I was... I think that ultimately it impacts my whole life.. work, love, friends, etc.... I wanna fall in love, so I need to be the person someone can fall in love with.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway.. I promised this would be quick.. so here it is... tomorrow will be a hard day, but I'm going to do EVERYTHING IN MY CONTROL TO KEEP CONTROL!</div><div><br /></div><div>Think good thoughts for me on the 17th. </div><div><br /></div><div>that's it for me for now... </div><div><i>xoxo</i></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-59314523325270588642010-11-25T05:13:00.001-05:002010-11-25T05:13:39.596-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">I'm at a point where I need to find happiness in who I am.. I find a lot of my self worth comes from being with a man, or trying to lose weight, so people will tell me how good I look. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Apparently I'm a desireable girl. Guys want to date me. They aren't utterly repulsed by my face, or body (shocker!), or hair, or overall appearance... So why is it that I'm stressing so hard over the fact that I'm not 150 pounds? Why can't I see myself as a gorgeous woman? Why can't I feel sexy?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Why do I want to lose weight? Is it because I want to be healthy? (at one point that may have been true. But what benefit does being healthy bring me right now? Sure I'll live longer... but who will I spend that time with? (can you tell I'm really lonely?)...) Is it because society tells me I need to be thin? (Not really, since 2 out of 3 Americans are "Obese".... I know I'm Canadian, but our society isn't that different...) Is it because I want to be smokin' hot? (Hell Yeah!).. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">So now that I know this is merely a vanity thing... I have to then really think about this... If I want to change my hair colour, do I wait years to do it? No, I do it ASAP.... </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">If I want to buy that new "it" clothing item, do I buy anything else, telling myself that will be my "next" purchase? No...again.. I get it (as long as it's not waaaayyy outta my price range!).. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">So why is it that I'm putting this off? <br /><br />Not only that... I'm working out like mad.. only to eat like a crazy son of a gun... That's just ridiculous! How about not exercising.... and just not eating the crazy food.. then I can have way more sleep and my legs won't hurt so much.. I also won't feel like everything I'm doing is for nothing! Like I'm running on a treadmill, and just not getting anywhere!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">So ... how am I going to go about this? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">That, ladies and gentlemen, is a very, very good question!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> <br /><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">I'll check in again soon. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">xoxo</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> </span></i></span>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-83414997987447944982010-11-23T04:25:00.000-05:002010-11-23T04:26:50.600-05:00Hmmmfff.. From Success to Disasters..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">So it's T?DOTROML... </span><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">It's only been a week, but I seem to have lost count already... hmm... I think I've got sometimers (lame joke, this I know...).. </span><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br />So last week seemed to be a bit of a success, I don't know what exactly I did, but I do know I lost 3.2 pounds... hmmmmm..... Yay me? I thought for sure I would have gained... so I stood there, holding my breath, not wanting to hear the skinny b*%$h say "What do you think you did wrong?" (btw, I hate it when they ask me this... what did I do wrong? I ate my bloody face off.... I'm not dummy I know how to gain weight, it's how to lose it that I'm clueless at!)... so I know I didn't over indulge last week, but I only made it to the gym for hard workouts 2 times, and I only went for 1 run, and I didn't do weights at all, but something worked.... who knows.... <br /><br />This weekend was also a success... a successful "drink all the wine you have in the house" weekend. I polished off 2 bottles at least on Saturday night, during my rustic Italian Dinner party I hosted, and 3 of my WW friends attended (2 being WW leaders...)... we ate loads, drank loads, and laughed loads.. that's a very successful dinner party, if I do say so myself! </span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">So yesterday I woke up with a wicked hangover... I'm not the typical hangover girl, who pukes and is good to go... no instead I get a wicked headache and feel the need to sleep all day... only... I had plans... I had invited 4 friends to go for sushi lunch... which I attended, and enjoyed, and then went right home to lie on the couch and sleep! I then woke up around 4:30pm.... to watch Harry Potter, hit starbucks, continue to watch Harry Potter, eat the rest of the TIramisu from Saturday's Dinenr party, and then finish watching Harry Potter.... (I had to watch the 6th one again before I saw the newest one last night in the Theatre...).. then I headed out to pick up a girlfriend and a guyfriend to see Harry Potte and the Deathly Hallows (Oh so good!).... So I got home from Harry, realized my headache was finally gone.. had a massive glass of wine (apparently I just don't learn....) and ate the rest of the asiago cheese and artichoke dip with the remainder bread sticks.. what a waste of a day.. food wise it was yummy yummy yummy... but food wise it was also bad bad bad! I can't imagine just how many calories, grams of fat, needless preservatives I put into my system.... But do I regret it? Not so much.... wil I regret it on Saturday at the scale? You bet your sweet ass I will!</span> <br /><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">So here I start again.. I know I can't let my weekends rule my week, and my weight, so I need to figure out what I'm going to do exactly. I think both December 4, and December 11 will be good weekends weight wise, seeing as I'm schedueled to run a 5 km run both weekends, and after one of those I never wanna cheat.. but we're also coming into the Christmas season.. and this girl LOVES to celebrate! </span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to have my annual Christmas party, but I don't know if I want to spend the money, time, and energy hosting one this year.... Since I live alone, don't have kids, and have no family that visits me.. I don't know if then I should even bother decorating the inside of my house... only I will see it... oh.... now that makes me sad.. maybe I'll have a Christmas tea on a sunday afternoon or something.. who knows.... </span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Okay well I guess I should sign off for now.. </span><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">always and forever. </span><br /><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;">xoxox</span> <br /></span>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777897308079172297.post-36608812403429636772010-11-16T12:56:00.003-05:002010-11-16T13:06:59.485-05:00TSDOTROML<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I'd love to say that yesterday was an unbelievable success, but I can't lie.. I had a stumble or two. But I did go out for a run, it was only 3 km, but I'm back at it. </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">It's almost 1pm, and I just finished my breakfast. It's 2 slices of butterball turkey bacon (2 weight watcher points), 1 Omega3 egg, and 2 egg whites (3 points), 11g of cheese (1point)... so for 6 points I'm full! Turkey bacon is really enjoyable, and very easy. I like to cook it all up ahead of time, and freeze it. Then when I make my eggs the next time, the bacon is easy to throw into the pan for 30 seconds, and voila, a meal in 5 minutes!</span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6c0muufx60WRUCcFSnNglFr6tSkQCJ4X0PvpjSUAdVyjAgzraqGJWoZ5tOe1-2YZubpMjIU0B-wB2soSo2Xzw0JOUR4Pim8RCcbjueqV4to6VsfqBDNHv_X9Ffx1FoqfPT8mWb30W9_uC/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540208424024822626" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br />For all those asking "what do you mean you just had breakfast?". I work for an automobile factory, and I am on afternoon shift, so I didn't go to bed until 5am. Now the problem with this, I got off of work at 2:15am.. I live 15 minutes away from work.. it maybe takes me 25 minutes to get from my work area to the locker room to get changed, to my car. So that really puts me getting home around 3- 3;15am ish... and yet I stayed up until 5 am? Why? I sat up and watched a little Mike & Molly, and then another drama.... why?????? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">This morning I wanted to go to a spin class, but was WAY TOO TIRED when I woke up at 11;45am.... so the goal for tonight is to go to bed ASAP after work.. think I can do it? Oh I hope so!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">To be honest last night, my pants at work were SO DAMN TIRED! and I ended up coming home feeling very sad and depressed... so even though I think I'm just a little that time of the month bloated (TMI!!!), I still know I feel like I'm a walking beer keg.... so it's a little motivation!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Well I have to go shopping. My list is made.. lunch today is just a smoothie, but I have to make my salad dinner for tonight at work still.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">And one more thing.. not only am I trying to get to my goal weight by October 16, 2011 (40 pounds to go!), but I'm also trying to get debt free (besides my car and mortgage....)... so lets see if I can do this eating healthy on a budget... I think with the lack of sushi and drinking, I may actually be saving money! haha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">So off I go to the grocery store (PriceChopper!!!) and then to the gym.. and then to work.. I have a couple hours.... so lets see if I can do what I want!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Okay I'm in a much better mood right now.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">so lets see how the second day goes!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">xoxo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Laughing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328153711814865768noreply@blogger.com0