tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57006608222953900142011-08-03T03:42:52.580+01:00Aspiring to be the "Superbad Diva" that mom was at my age...Blah*Blog*GirLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922713936148073799noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700660822295390014.post-70368115473217104432009-11-07T08:32:00.001Z2009-11-07T08:34:14.561Z

JUST TAKING A BREAK FROM BLOGLAND. I HAVEN'T BEEN WELL AFTER THE LUNG BIOPSY. MY MEDICATION WAS REDUCED AND MY SYMPTOMS AND PAIN HAVE INCREASED. I AM SLOWLY TRYING TO GET BACK TO THE GYM. I'VE REDUCED MY HOURS AT WORK & I'M DOING WHAT I CAN DIET WISE. THINKING A LOT. STILL DETERMINED TO BE THAT "SUPERBAD DIVA" :)

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So.... I saw my Sarcoidosis Specialist yesterday. Got a bit of disappointing news. In short, I'm not responding very well to treatment, so he is insisting on doing a lung biopsy this Friday morning. I am a bit surprised because he explained that he feels he needs to do this biopsy to make a definitive diagnosis. Excuse me? I thought he had already done that... 2 months ago... Well, as it was

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The Sauna. So, I took the first step. I actually went by myself, endured the much feared overwhelming "blokiness" of it all, enjoyed it, and survived to tell the tale!!! In fact, I think I may have made them kind of uncomfortable. You know invading their space and all. My gym has "Mixed Sessions" for boys and girls (suits required) plus Men only and Ladies only sessions. Unfortunately, the

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That "Accountability Factor" Page is up and Running! Go on, click my link, Baby!!! For the record, I'm at http://www.tammyticktock.blogspot.com/. This is where all the BORING yet VERY IMPORTANT stuff can be found: what I'm eating, my workouts, how I'm feeling on the sliding motivational scale... I love this blog, but sometimes I have a dillemna: if I post food/water/exercise stuff that

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This post is going to be random because LIFE is a little bit random right now... So. The Diet. I've been thinking about the non-existent diet lately and the committee has made a decision that it is time to rein that wild horse in.... I think these meds are starting to wreck havoc because I've been a bit of a "HUNGRY, HUNGRY HIPPO" the past couple of days, but anyway, it's about awareness

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So... this is a "Good Times! Post" (in the style of Justin Lee Collins)... Last week, tough week, what with all the Sarcoidosis / medication drama, so I think Eric and I made a silent pact to live it up this weekend. We attended a cocktail party on Saturday and had a lovely time, demonstrated here:   I managed to hit the gym twice, despite fatigue, pain, and a sudden onset of Aunt Flo (she

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Life's challenges are not suppose to paralyze you, they are suppose to help you discover who you are. -Bernice Johnson Reagon Well... my intentions were SUPER! Weren't they? Sometimes, I forget that I'm human and this means there is a limit to what I can do. I've been fighting it big time this week. But, the "NEW & IMPROVED TAMMY" was like, yeah, let's just check on this Sarcoidosis thing

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This morning's gym session was much easier than I thought it would be. I find myself feeling a little bit sorry I only have 2 gym days this week (as I have clinic on Thurs & Fri and I blew Mon). This is odd. I have totally re-associated going to the gym with a feeling of well being and taking care of myself. This is something I've been trying to do for years. How did it happen? Perserverance?

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Just back from an awesome weekend in London with the ladies. It was fab. Very adult, very girly, very, very fun. We did loads of walking, checking out the shops, giggling and a good time was definitely had by all. The vino was nice too. We also saw Chicago on Saturday, but I managed to fall asleep for 2 or 3 songs, which kind of ruined it, but I enjoyed what I saw. :( How sad. But, I'm lucky I

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I forgot to mention I'm stepping down again. I should've stepped down 2 weeks ago by 5 mg of my steroids, BUT, I had my holiday and my nurse agreed I might want to put that off for a minute. So, I'm stepping down this week by 2.5 mg. So, I gave myself one day to recover from the holiday and I stepped down on Monday (my last day off from work). It sucked. It sucks. It's not a good feeling.

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I'm back! I had a great time! It was also one of the most stressful weeks of my life (for reasons that will not be psychoanalysed here - you know crazy family stuff). My Sarcoidosis went a little bit haywire, but to be fair, I wasn't managing my meds properly and I noticed a definite increase in symptoms in hot weather and after sun exposure. Anyway, let's get down to business: I aint getting

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I made a breakthrough. Never, ever thought I'd say something that cliched but there's a first time for everything - DOH! Duh.... I give up. :) I dragged myself to the gym early this morning. And let me tell you it was an uphill struggle. Like barefoot, back breaking, quicksand type of war between my body and my mind. It got comical at one point. Eric was running late, so he had to drop me off at

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I don't want to be a negative, boring, moaning wench, so I thought how's about a bit of good news today? Well, here we go: my uniform has officially fallen off me. My trousers were stupid loose all day in clinic and I was constantly having to hoist them up in front of people. And you may not want to know all this, but it's a proud moment, so sorry, but when I went to the bathroom I didn't even

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Confused. So confused. I've been a maniac this week - gyming it EVERY DAY with planned days off on Clinic Days (Thurs & Fri). It would've been too much with 12 hour working days. Anyway, I've been high energy, at my desk whipping through work from 6.45 am some days and 7.15 am on the other days, doing the washing up and the laundry at home before and after work, yadda yadda. I was Superwoman! It

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Still sane. Still focused. Still exercising. Beginning to practice restraint with the diet - exercise definitely helps. Not sure if the scale can be trusted, but didn't want to "cop out" on Weigh In. May go back to the monthly weigh in dream. ENJOYING THE GYM. (STRANGE. VERY STRANGE). Real post to be posted soon (perhaps over the weekend)

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The first rule of this Fat Club is: Give the Scale a break. The seond rule is: Focus. The third rule is: Acknowledge how you feel. The fourth rule is: Have fun.The fifth rule is: Always take care.

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The Point Is......... She's Missing THE POINT. I think I'm now learning to be friends with myself and not just that mean, horrible, critical voice that comes in to break up all the "La la laaaaa!" (I think I called this voice "The Fat Devil" earlier on in this blog... great, let's tag it... done!) OK, so What does she mean? "you" ask? Well... allow me to explain. *She clasps her hands together*

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Well, here begins THE TRANSITION. As I do, being the eternal optimist, I had forgotten that yesterday was Week 5, Day 1 of my Treatment Plan on these steroids, which meant I needed to do my first "Step Down." Stepping Down is the process of lowering the steroid dose gradually. It's done gradually because it can be a huge shock to the system. Whatever disease / inflammation the steroids are

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I'm being honest with myself about my weight and my diet - possibly for the first time ever - right here in this blog. So, this is just a note to say-- I have been eating biscuits, slices of cake, lattes, and pieces of pie. They were good while they lasted. I don't want them on my thighs. Brings it all home when you keep writing "+" in the progress box and your "total weight lost" figure

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I've decided it's OK to use cliche' in my blog. Why the hell not? All my years of higher education make me cringe when I even think a cliche', but you know what? Who cares. Whatever. I still thought it. No sense purposely splitting my head apart, trying to turn it over. *sigh* Now. Back to this "roll"! OK, so I went back to the gym yesterday and long story short I was forced to develop a new

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OK, yall, it's time to work. I have suffered. I have recovered. I have rejoiced in my recovery. And now, I need to prevent becoming complacent or even worse - whiney and boring! The plan: Take advantage. You like that positive spin? Well, to put it simply, I am one of your lucky steroid patients. I'm buzzing. I'm a bundle of unused energy, which results in a lot of fidgeting and knocking over

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I feel good! I feel alive! I started steroid therapy three weeks ago today and I couldn't ask for a better recovery. From day one, my quality of life began to dramatically change. I will never forget the "height" of my illness - 4th August 2009 - the day before I started treatment. I had a series of appointments that day followed by some blood work and I was dreading it because I had been

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It's nice to be able to name it. However, I refuse to glorify it. It's a challenge. And I believe challenges are placed before us to build character and teach. As "you" (my invisible audience) may notice, I have not given up on my goal of losing weight and adopting a healthier lifestyle. I've managed to lose 13 lbs since my last post and I plan to continue this downward trend. Next year, God

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So. I'm still alive, just on pause.Things went from bad to worse, spiraled into some insane medical mystery.Since I posted last, I've been poked and prodded, scanned and sampled, x-rayed and studied.I am absolutely sick of this illness and everyday I have been working up the strength to just get through 24 hours with a sense of achievement.I haven't received the results of any of my tests yet,

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So. I had a tough day today. I wasn't well at all. I just felt absolutely horrible from the word go. It was like I just knew it wasn't going to be right. Clinic began with a few "small fires" and instead of my normal crew, I had an entire team full of trainees. My head was pounding and my eyes seemed to get more and more swollen as time went on. Soon, my vision was so blurred I began to wonder

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WednesdayBreakfast: Fruit & Fibre cereal with 2% milkLunch: Some green salad w/ ham, 1 yogurtDinner: 1 portion of lasagnaSnack: 2 skinny lattes (eek!), popcorn at the movies, and shared a coke w/ E.Emotional state: a bit bored. My tastebuds seem to have gone on holiday and it's not fun!ThursdayBreakfast: Fruit & Fibre cereal with 2% milkLunch: Tuna mayonnaise and salad on a white roll, fruit

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Breakfast/Lunch: fruit salad bowl & 2 pots of yogurt (1 greek, 1 fat free Activia) - around 1 pm (wasn't hungry)Lunch/Dinner: Ham & tomato on 50/50 bread w/ 1 tsp mayonnaise (around 3.30 pm)Snack: 1 cracker, some salted peanuts, 1/2 Carona (is that a snack? Bad idea anyway, gave me a mad headache)Dinner: I actually made a beef & veg lasagna, but wasn't hungry and my sense of taste has disappeared

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Sunday~~~~~~Breakfast: Fruit & Fibre w/ 2% milkLunch: Small plate of chilli w/ riceSnack: Brunch barDinner: Burritos made w/ leftover chiliSnack: fudge stick *gasp* (night before weigh in! Shock/Horror!)Drink: 1 glass of white wine, 1/2 Carona (night before weigh in! Shock/Horror!)Water: 1 1/2 litresEmotional state: Good. I feel strong.Mumps: had an attack only because I forgot my pills at home

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I had the strangest experience at work Thursday. This lady, let's call her "The Maniac" is like mad on dieting and Weight Watchers and all that jazz. I mean seriously when she meets people, she's all like, "Hi, I'm The Maniac, and I've lost 60 lbs. I have 40 lbs to go."It's like Whooooaaaa!!!! Slow your freakin roll. Nobody asked you all that! Now, when I met The Maniac last year I thought: This

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Breakfast: 1 crumpet w/ flora & jam, 1 1/2 egg omelet w/ cherry tomatoes and a bit of mozzarella. Lunch: bowl of Fruit & Fibre cereal (breakfast & lunch were a bit backwards lol) Snack: Apricot yogurt, 3 Ritz crackers, 2 malt biscuits Dinner: bowl of low fat chili & rice (homemade of course, but dang it! didn't have any beans, so it was minus the beans. Can I still call it chili?) Snack: low fat

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Yup, fish and chips. It was E's demand, but I took it easy. I'm really impressed with myself you know. I didn't have the batter with the fish, I ate all the peas and was nearly full, which only left space for some chips. I didn't put much on my plate and only ate half of what I put on the plate. What a triumph! I didn't feel deprived or disgustingly stuffed when I finished. Now for a confession

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Yes, I'm now bonkers... Here's the boring bitBreakfast: Fresh Air (Bad, I know)Lunch: Low Cal Tuna Snack LunchSnack: Large banana, small pack of dried fruitDinner: Fish & Chips & mushy peas of courseWater: nearly 2 litresMumps: pretty stable. Still got that numb foot and painful purpley lumps on my legs. WTF?!Emotional state: Surprised, Calm, in control

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I feel a little bit strange. Everybody is noticing my attempts to slim down seem to be working and it makes me feel "on edge." But, I can't put my finger on the discomfort. What exactly scares me? Being different? Being noticed? I need to sort my uniform out, but I'm actually nervous about it. I keep thinking the seamstress is going to acuse me of doubling in size next week, so it won't be

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Breakfast: 2 toasted crumpets w/ Flora and Blackcurrant jamLunch: small jacket potato w/ tuna mayonnaise and large green salad, 1 Activia yogurtSnack: 1 large banana, 1 oatmeal barDinner: 2 baked spicy spring rolls (low fat) and large green salad w/ 1 tbs low fat Italian dressing, 1 strawberry yogurtSnack: 2 small Baked apples w/ brown sugar and a tablespoon of chocolate ice cream. I just

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Breakfast: Big BananaLunch: Lovely salad w/ beans, 1 boiled egg, bit of butterfly pasta w/ baby shrimp, some coleslaw and all around yummy salad things, 1 small cup of brocolli soup.Snacks: (throughout the day) 1 yogurt, 1 skinny latte, 1 oatmeal bar, and regrettably 1 irish sausage when I got home (but it was baked, not fried)Dinner: baked salmon, baked potato w/ olive oil, peas, carrots, and

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Real quick: I got the reins back today! It was hard, but I'm trying to remain focused and work through the pain. lol Sometimes I feel so passionately that I have to do this on my own that I can actually cut off my nose to spite my face - which is stupid.Anyway, today I've been on the phone or talking to hubby non-stop, which sort of distracted me from my fake hunger pangs. You know the ones -

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OK, so this is mundane, but it's a tool I need to get me going for now! So, here goes...Breakfast: Fruit & Fibre cereal w/ 2% milkLunch: Green salad w/ mixed veg and chicken + 1 tbs light Italian dressing, 1 yogurtSnack: Fruit salad bowl, 1 large banana - late snack was sour cream snack-o-jacks (mini rice cakes)Dinner: Cherry tomato omelet w/ a small portion of baked potatoes w/ skinWater: Nearly

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Four. (Saturday)Breakfast - 1 1/2 slices of wheat toast w/ Flora spreadLunch - small bowl of cerealSnack - some peanuts, apple, 2 bites of pasta, 1 meatballDinner - none, just off to bedWater - probably half the goal - 1 litreEmotional State: Knackered. I took a few steps back on Saturday and was not well. Spent most of the day sleeping. My mumps just won't let go!Five. (Sunday)Breakfast - 1 1/2

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8 Answers - One Fat Lady!!! teee-heeee!Well, my head occassionally wants to blow up, but as I don't fancy the mess, I tend to talk it down from it's ledge. I'm finding it easier to Just Say No, the growing bumps around me are a good source of motivation. I'm learning patience, one second at a time. I'm not beating myself up anymore, mainly because I realise this leads to cake. I watch E, the

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Breakfast Bowl of Fruit and Fibre cereal w/ 2% milk Snack 1 small apple Lunch Fresh salad w/ green leaves, 2 tbs rice salad w/ prawns, 2 tbs coleslaw, 2 tbs pasta tuna salad1 fruit salad bowl Planned Dinner Baked beef meetballs with tomato & red wine sauce, fresh veg (might have this with wholewheat spaghetti... not decided yet). Water I think I'm up to about 1 litere. I need to find out what

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BreakfastBowl of fruit and fibre with 2% milkSnackGreek yogurt (peach)LunchHomemade salad of fresh and boiled broccoli, roasted onion and pepper, boiled carrot, cucumber and baked salmon with Light Italian dressing 1 ff Activia yogurtSnack2 small apples3 wholemeal ryvita crackers w/ 3 tsp of cream cheese and sliced tomatoDinnerLeftover baked chicken w/ fresh or steamed veg + 4 chips & half a

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BreakfastCup of coffee, 1 slice of wheat toast with blackcurrant jamPlanned Lunch2 egg omelet, spring onion, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, and broccoliPlanned DinnerBaked chicken breast with onion, broccoli, and carrots (I got tired and couldn't be bothered peeling a carrot :) I made a sweet chilli sauce for this which was 1 tbs chilli powder and 3 tsp brown sugar, salt & pepper & crushed garlic

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+ Honesty first of all. + Post Food, Water, and Exercise every day in a separate post. + Stress the goal, not the process. + Sacrifice.+ The Future is the priority, the Present is the way, and the Past is merely a memory, a tool. + Food choices: lean protein, fruit, vegetables, and complex carbs: Fuel. Lots of water. ++ No exceptions. ++

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I finally read the Anti-Jared's blog yesterday and I have to stay, I'm astounded and impressed. Anti-Jared aka Tony lost an astonishing 171 lbs in 6 months! WTF?! And he didn't stop there. I think he lost 220 lbs in total and is maintaining now - 16 months since the journey began. I can't really close my mouth because of this parotitis, but I think my mouth would have been gaping open anyway.

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Yes, I'm still here ;-) Feeling better, but not 100%. I'm about a 62% on the Tam-o-meter. I feel desperate to just get on with it, but of course my physical state feels like a leash. I feel so self conscious being in public. The weather has been fantastic since Saturday and I had only ventured into the garden, so yesterday I was determined to get out and run some errands with the hubby. It was a

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So.... saw the specialist. Couldn't face the needle for the biopsy (to be fair it was very long and scary and he was NOT going to use anaesthetic). I just couldn't do it. So, the consultant suggested we look at my bloods first instead and guess what! My MMR test came back positive. I feel relieved, yet confused. All my symptoms say Mumps, but somehow my sick note ended up saying Measles. Oh well.

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Yup. It's all in the title, but today, I feel better! I followed E's advice and OD'd on Ibuprofen a bit and I took that with some aspirin yesterday and it seems to be working! The swelling has gone down some (mostly in the eyes Thank God!) and I actually had a pain free morning. I had a dose around 8 am and didn't need anything else until about about 2o minutes ago (2 pm). Woo-hoo! Considering

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The past few days my emotions have been all over the place – up and down, in and out, out of this world at times. I’ve been thinking all sorts like Why don’t the doctors know what’s happening with this lump on my jaw? Is this my fault? Is it cancer? Do I deserve this? Yeah, pretty crazy. But, you know what? Crazy can sometimes lead to a sensible place.I’ve gone from self-destructive snacking,

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Right. So, 5.30 am this morning my head felt like a bag full of minced beef. I thought it was going to be bad, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the mirror. Damn, I was ugly! And in major pain! I actually sat down next to E and started crying like a baby. I haven't cried in front of E since my mom died. Poor poo bear didn't know what to do, so he made me a coffee and said, I think we need

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I just had to do a quick post to note a couple of things. 1. I've been feeling more and more nauseous all week since seriously falling ill on Thursday. This morning I had to actually drop my omelet on whole wheat mid-bite and power walk away from the table. In the middle of the living room on my way upstairs, I actually gagged and ran back into the kitchen to puke in the sink, but I convinced

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Right. So now I'm getting a little bit angry. Feels like just when I found my stride I've been stricken by illness and it's getting on my nerves now. My appetite hasn't been the best, so I haven't been eating too much, but as my week has consisted of mostly sleeping and sitting around feeling miserable, I'm not really expecting a loss. Yesterday I tried to get out and go for a walk, but I

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I'm down for the count somewhat. I've been suffering from a swollen face since Sunday, but have been working through it - gym & walks, but this morning I woke up with punishing symptoms. The doctor put me on antibiotics and signed me off work for a week. Grateful for the rest, but I hope this goes away with meds because I might have to get a stone removed if it doesn't. I've been OK with food and

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So, I have this evil "FAT DEVIL" in my head that says, "D*mn Girl, you have TOO much weight to lose.You're never going to lose weight. And you're never going to have a baby, So, I don't even know why you're trying. You look stupid! You look a mess trying to do these exercises! Just give up. There's no point."This is so depressing. Then I start looking and realising and feeling discouraged. First

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My 2 handsome men!Me & the Blue Man (my secret lover). Eric and I have gone to see them twice - Boston and London and we'd see them again. They are phenomenal! Head shot / living room progress pic. I just LOVE that colour blue! The other walls are gray / blue. We just ordered the corner sofa yesterday - it's ultra modern and going to be black w/ gray accents (it will compliment our black & white

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This is a recent photo - it'll do as a "before" picture for now. I'm not brave enough for the favoured bathing suit or gym clothes shot yet! Cheesey, I know. It will also do as a progress shot for our renovation project! Almost there! I'm in the living room and you can see the unfinished wall and ceiling in the kitchen in the distance.OK, so exercise is taking a toll on me still. My legs are

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OK, so Jillian tore me up today, but I could feel it working, so I'm not "phoning it in" I'm just saying, "OH LORD!!!"It hurts my arms to type, so this is a quickie :) lolAnother good day, tough, but good. b peach yogurt and banana (want to get some oats in one of these days, but always running late)s bananaL was leftover penne w/ those steamed veg and a teaspoon of pestos pumpkin seeds, yogurt

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OK, so in coconut shell:Did well today!No latte at work, but kept Beck company as she got oneStuck with my planSo far, no need for evening snack. (As E digs into his bowl of jelly beans and other gummy naughties, right on cue lol)B= small bowl of fruit and fibre + coffee w/ 2 sugars (thinking about going down to 1 soon)L= banana, plum, ham & tomato on wholemeal bun w/ mayoS= a bit of fruit and

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is a very long time, but should be counted one day at a time. This thought just occurred to me. My head is a little bit mixed up right now. It's been a strange weekend that keeps on giving. My mom died one year ago today. 365 whole days have passed. Yes, I have grown, but I know I could have gone further. I think this is my year. I just have to make every day count. It is going to be very

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Just a quick update to say I'm still going strong, although it's been a strange day today. Had a 13 hour day at work yesterday, was exhausted but still prepared to go to the gym, but my buddy thought it was too late. When I got home I was aching so bad I don't know how much I would've been able to do anyway, so I wasn't mad. This morning well it was around noon, I went for my usual walk. I felt

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I cracked it! It's like riding a bicycle. This tendency I have to sabotage.I imagine it was summertime and Rochdale Village was as comforting as I always remember it - the manicured lawns and flowerbeds. The purposely built gated playgrounds where all us Queens project kids aimed to expend every tiny spurt of energy that came to us from the time we woke up until it was time to go in for dinner.My

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I've been joking forever that I think I have SAD because honestly from Fall to Spring "I can't be bothered" and I do all the wrong things like eat too much and sit still in front of the telly too long, sleep too much and wake up tired. My mom used to joke that she had it. I think for a long time we accepted that we might just have the "winter blues" but seriously I'm now feeling quite concerned

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I just started thinking about this today, mainly because I'm truly trying to think my way through this journey. I know it's not really about eating, it's about thinking. Why do I overeat? Why do I KNOW I need to put the biscuit down and get moving, but I battle with myself and decide to fail? Why do I do this? I've been thinking this today because people say things like "you just have to get

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I have been tested. I'm still analyzing, but oh yes, I have definitely been tested. Now that I'm "in the zone" and living in the present, I am beginning to realize my challenges with a clear head. Yesterday I was my own enemy. I was feeling a bit tired and irritable (no doubt due to the whole party atmosphere that came with squeezing every last drop of fun out of my holiday.) This leads to

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So... this whole responding naturally to my own body i.e. "eating when hungry" thing is producing some interesting results. I am trying so hard to listen to my body and get back in touch with it and I'm amazed by the results.I want this blog to be mostly about real, practical, hardcore examples and honesty, so I'll use yesterday's menu to demonstrate my thoughts and feelings.Here goes:Breakfast:

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Yesterday was a good day and I'm going to have another good day today.I ran my errands and it felt good to walk as the Sun flirted with Preston town centre. At times it felt like June and sometimes it felt like May, but I was glad I had been brave and left my coat and jacket at home. I wore comfortable jeans, sparkly sandals, a cute blue summery top and a coral cardigan that I haven't worn since

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I suppose I should open up and step closer to the light. This new wave of motivation and surge of emotional energy did not come from me alone. This is no epiphany. When my mom died, I fell very deep and I have been looking for a foothole, something to stop the plunge. In May 08, Eric and I boarded that plane to Philadelphia knowing we only had 3 weeks to sort the funeral out, try and hold the

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I've disappeared into another Depression-Denial void again. It was very deep and dark this time. I could see no way out and at times I thought so little of myself that I actually rationalised, "If I die, at least I'll be with mom again." I can see now that it was a ridiculous thought, but who can control random thoughts when you get that low? I made a choice. I decided I have to

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Well, I haven't really been following "the plan" and I haven't as yet done any planned exercise. I have been doing some DIY though and I'm aching for it. I went in to work on Sunday to do some catching up so that when I return after my holiday, it will be mostly new crap. Then, Sunday night and most of Monday morning I obsessed about work a little. And when I stopped doing that I started to

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Well, it wasn't THAT bad food wise. I had a small bowl of rolled oats with 1 tsp of honey and 1 tsp of Flora (margarine type spread). That was good, but eaten too quickly as I had to run for the bus. Lunch was a nightmare. I had planned on going to a cafe with some colleagues and getting a jacket potatoe with coleslaw and salad. They didn't have coleslaw. So, I ordered it with tuna. Then they "

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By this I mean. I stuck to my guns for the most part, didn't given in to my emotions, filling the void. I love my job now (it's not the same job that was doing my head in when I started this blog), but like all great relationships, we are going through a "rough patch". I work for the NHS here in Lancashire and we are enduring a re-structure. The stress factor is high right now and often times a

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I've just been catching up on the Token Fat Girl's blog and I felt inspired to be honest with myself really quick about a few things before I lost my nerve... (and yes, of course I'm going to count them down) In order of denial, 10 being the thing I'm the least ignorant about and 1, the most. Here goes: 10. I have ruined my arms and I'm afraid that these gooey rolls will never re-form into

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1. Alas, I managed to run away from myself again. But, I've run out of corners. I have to face up to it. Get it sorted. "Find myself." 2. But, so much has changed. I lost my mother. I mean, I really lost her. She disappeared from this earth. From life (ashes to ashes and all that). I'm torn up. Don't quite know what to do now. So much of what I did in life, was done to please her, to make her

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I am a magician. I disappear. I come back. Things change:Sucky job exploded in horrible ways...... kitchen completed (as far as money allows)...I am on a magical career tour --> back to square 1 / circle A [Who am I? What am I meant to be doing with this life?]OH! that was too much. it rattled my cage. Am going to run around my ample back yard now.Let's hope I return.

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Myspace is crashing. It must be jealous of this blog. The mystery to be solved (soon). Step to step, a-zish...

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Today there are only 393 days left and I find myself leaning toward topics of work. I am wondering if there is anyone out there consistently and genuinely enjoying their work for extended periods of time.I think I am going through a Late -Early-Mid-Life crisis. In any crisis they say counting helps to calm down one's (soul?) heart rate? emotions? I don't know. When you are watching a war film and

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This is my official countdown site. There's 394 days to go.I haven't decided what exactly I'm counting down to yet, but it's gonna be spectacular, well worth the wait. Something magical is going to happen. Not rainbows. Not gold. Not poetry or playfulness with language; a real life transformation.More when I know more what I'm actually talking about. Maybe I'll update tomorrow, the only day that

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