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Bad Day

So.... Yeah.... Today wasn't the best.  Went to the doctor about my foot.  Nothing major.  I got a cortisone shot in my foot, it wasn't pleasant.  It is feeling better now.  Anyways, I joined Women Can Run Monday.  I'm pretty excited about it.  I am really doing good with running and I'm proud of myself.  Maybe once I get this foot taken care of it will all be better. I made a kick butt recipe tonight.  I had asked Mama Laughlin for a "skinny" sweet recipe for potluck tomorrow via Keek (awesome app, you make a 36 second video and upload it).  She gave me a suggestion to look at her blog (link above) for Cheesecake Sopapillas.  OMG They are AMAZING!!  So simple.  2 cans of reduced fat Crescent Roles 2 packages of reduced fat Cream Cheese (8 oz) 1 cup of Splenda 1/2 cup cinnamon/splenda mix (I used mostly sugar more than 1/4 cup) 1 stuck unsalted butter. 2 teaspoons vanilla  Take one can of rolls and put in a 9 by 13 greased pan, spread out. Mi

Step Away From The Cookies

So, it's been a struggle this past week.  Mainly because it's that magical time of year again.....GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!  They are the devil in disguise.  I have 2 Girl Scouts in my classroom this year.  So I ordered 2 boxes from both of them.  Yes, I know this wasn't the best idea I ever had.  Yes, I was dieting and exercising when I ordered four boxes of cookies, but I had willpower, you see, and I was not going to eat them.  Well, that changed when the boxes came in.  I didn't eat the whole sleeve of 16 cookies, that has 640 calories, but I did eat 8.  EIGHT COOKIES!  I felt like CRAP after eating cookies.  So I gave them to my kids for snack and gave another box to my mom to hide.  The other two boxes are hanging out at school.  So, now I understand, no matter how many times I saw it....I cannot turn down a Thin Mint. These are the DEVIL.  The DEVIL I tell you.  I think they have Crack in them I spent two hours at the gym last night.  I really enjoy watching my

I Am Not Carrie Bradshaw

Anyone who knows me, knows I am slightly obsessed with Sex and The City.  I have watched the complete series (along with the two movies) so many times I have lost count. Beyond my slight obsession with Sex and the City, I am obsessed with Carrie Bradshaw.  I pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw (especially when I blog).  I even have a friend that calls me Ms. Bradshaw when she talks to me. I have often referred to myself as the Carrie Bradshaw of Trumann, and even call my best friends my Samantha (and my other Samantha, I have two of them in my life), Miranda and Charlotte.  Since I often find so many similarities in my life with that of the fictitious Carrie Bradshaw (great style, great friends, lots of shoes, lots of mishaps dating) I try to find those similarities everywhere. In my last post I mentioned that there may or may not be something brewing in the "love" department. This was with my "Mr. Big".  The one that has hurt me sooooo many times I have lost co

Mid-February Round Up

Before going to see Mary Poppins.  I was down 16.5 pounds here and feeling pretty awesome about myself.   I don't have a clever title, it happens. So, this is just a "round-up" of everything I want to say.  All jumbled together....annnnnnd go...... Diet/Exercise Life Even though I didn't want to, I got on the scale at the gym yesterday (I like the gym scale, it weighs me 3 pounds less than my home scale :) ).  After my fat girl weekend fast food dining this weekend I was scared to get on the scale.  I closed my eyes, held my breath, and stood REEEEAAALLLLLYYY still..... and..... I LOST A POUND!!   I know a pound doesn't sound like much, but I will celebrate EVERY pound and not be ashamed of it.  And this one pound, just shows how far I am going.  I ate a lot and still managed to shed a pound.  For a total of 17.4 pounds.  HOLY MOLY!  That's almost 20.  So that means I'm almost halfway to my first goal. Annnnd....I'm about to si

Chubby Girl Chronicles

This weekend I completely failed slipped up.  I am an avid stalker , er reader of a few blogs.  One of my favorites is Mama Laughlin .  She will have what she calls "Fat Girl Fridays" where she goes out to eat when her coworkers. Friday I had a Fat Girl Friday. Well let's start with the whole week. I ate out a grand total of five days.  I went to the gym a total of twice.  EPIC EPIC EPIC FAIL! Last week I was feeling a little under the weather, I didn't sleep much Sunday night, so Monday when I got home I went to bed almost as soon as I got home. I started off good.  Tuesday I had dinner with the girls.  I ate really good the first part of the day.  I went to the gym and did my circuit.  After that I went to Zumba.  I burned a looooooot of calories.  Then we went to dinner.  I had 5 cheese bites.  I ordered a hamburger steak (not the best choice but it was tasty) and green beans.  (BTW I love my girls).  I put it in my calorie counter and life was good. Wedne

Why I Post To Facebook

I know I update my Facebook a lot.  Lately, I update a lot about my diet, exercise, progress and so on (and Gary Allan lyrics thrown in for good measure).  I do this for one reason....it keeps my motivated.  I have people tell me I am an inspiration and a motivator, which I love to hear, but truth is there are days I feel like anything but those things.  So, I know if I put it on Facebook, I will do it.  Like today this morning I posted that I planned to go to the gym and to zumba.  Will since I put it out there in the open, I would feel like a failure or that I let someone down if I didn't do both, so I did both. I post my accomplishments too.  Not to brag or to have someone say "Oh wow, you're doing great!" but because I am proud.  I'm a fat girl.  I didn't get this way because I like to eat healthy and exercise.  Truth is most days I hate it.  I hate to run.  I hate to run more than anything in this world... more than the color orange, more than meatloaf,

Little Bit Of Life

My first month of diet and exercise, or umm "lifestyle change", is over.  I logged a total of 25 days at the gym, and 2 zumba classes.  I ate a lot of chicken and fish.  I lost a total of 13.2 pounds.  I am proud of myself and the results I am seeing. I would be lying if I said it was easy and I didn't want to to quit everyday.  Especially when I would get on the scale and see no weightloss and I couldn't understand why.  I was doing everything right and it wasn't showing.  People would tell me they could really tell I was losing, and it would just make me angry, however I would smile and say thanks instead of telling them to quit trying to make me feel better. However, I can tell that I am losing weight.  I look in the mirror and sometimes I actually don't feel fat, not that I feel skinny, I just don't feel fat.  And today, at church when someone said "You're melting away" it made me feel good, and not angry. I am liking this person I