<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051</id><updated>2009-10-13T00:12:58.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Mama's Diet</title><subtitle type='html'>We're a fat married couple in our mid-thirties with four skinny kids taking the road less traveled to health. We're sadly out of shape and determined to get fit--gradually and sanely. No cottage cheese and peaches served on lettuce leaves, please! This ain't your mama's diet! We just moved from the suburbs to the country and since dying young isn't in the master plan, we're going to grow organic food, raise chickens and find our inner Brad and Angela!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-2855530219423769791</id><published>2008-09-03T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:09:19.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It Through...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I made it through the MIL visit. And aside from one piece of chocolate, I didn't eat a thing I shouldn't have. So YAY me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But the junk she sent home is another thing altogether. She sent chips (my weakness) along with all the carbie stuff like potato salad and beans etc. I did eat some chips, but I'm trying to eat very small portions and balance them with protein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The good news is the cute doctor called back and said my blood glucose was 98, perfectly normal. (For pregnant w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;omen, they say under 95, but hey, that's pretty darned close!) The problem with that is, I have a tendency to start getting lax, once I hear numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I need Harley to get new test strips, so I can keep testing. I'm out, and when I'm not testing, I'm nowhere near as diligent as I should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Next week is the baby-doctor appt. If things go as well as they have been, I'll start interviewing home birth midwives soon. Hard to believe it's only three more weeks to the end of the first trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-2855530219423769791?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/2855530219423769791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=2855530219423769791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2855530219423769791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2855530219423769791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-made-it-through.html' title='I Made It Through...'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-7147079362508176634</id><published>2008-08-29T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:25:09.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Doctor Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to a new doc today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's a really nice guy - young, cute (hey, that doesn't hurt!) and actually listens. Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I showed him the list of supplements I was taking, told him about my concern about my blood glucose levels, showed him the numbers from the past two weeks. He said my fasting was borderline, but not enough to warrant meds or insulin - but that we'd have to watch it, because as we all know, pregnant women become more and more insulin resistant as pregnancy progresses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it was good to hear what I already knew from a doc. And it actually alleviated a little of my worry about the possibility of something going wrong in utero. He said my numbers weren't high or erratic enough to cause too much of a problem at this point. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And after looking over my list of supplements, of which he approved (What? No "You don't need these herbal things - why are you taking so many? You know, research hasn't proven they do anything..." blah blah blah...) he also suggested fish oil - a doc who suggests fish oil instead of jumping to meds! What a find! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They took blood and are running labs, and will call if they turn out abnormal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No news is good news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to wait for my OB appt a week from Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good news is I'm still managing to keep the sugar and carbs to a minimum most of the day. Had to stop at McDonald's for dinner last night, and got a salad while the kids ate burgers (at least they had apple dippers and milk instead of fries and pop, though :) What I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; was a Big Mac and fries and a huge regular Coke (imagine the sugar in all of it right?)... but I got a salad. And it was good and it filled me up. It just didn't satisfy that psychological craving, that's all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can tell the food addict and I are going to go 'round and 'round this pregnancy. But I'm putting on the gloves and am ready to go as many rounds as I have to. (Of course, I say that now... a month from now? Two? *sigh* I might look like Rocky at the end of round 16...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're going to the MIL's this weekend. The same MIL who cooks 800 pounds of carb-loaded food to send home. Right. So my plan is to stick to the protein and salad - and make my own sugar free dessert. The hard part will be all the stuff we bring home, but hopefully the kiddos will eat most of that. And hopefully Harley won't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harley went to the same doc, btw, and has renewed his own commitment to "eating healthy." Cutting carbs... and for him, portion control. The doc said to me, "Listen, you have to keep on him - or I'M going to have a heart attack!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the truth is, while I love Harley and I definitely don't want to lose him... I can't be responsible for what he puts on his plate. I just can't. I'm barely responsible for what I put on mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-7147079362508176634?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/7147079362508176634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=7147079362508176634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7147079362508176634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7147079362508176634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor Doctor'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-4371458499785115604</id><published>2008-08-27T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:45:48.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plus-size pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Hello, Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, hello, blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I got mad at Harley for not writing here, and in my usual way, just gave up on the whole thing. If he wasn't going to do it, why should I? Can you say codependent, boys and girls? I knew you could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So what am I doing back there again after 6 months? Well, I got back up to 285... go figure. And we kept trying to get pregnant. And finally, it stuck. I found out about a month ago. I'm due April 8, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And of course I was thrilled. And renewed my vow to get healthier while I was pregnant. But that's hard to do when you're packing up an entire house for a second move in a year's time. Yeah, we needed a bigger house and a room for the baby, but did I need more stress? That would be a big fat NO, thankyouverymuch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So about 2 weeks ago, just for chucks and giggles, I checked my blood sugar. Harley's diabetic and has all the testing equipment (not that he ever, ever tests... he doesn't... it just sits there... so I thought, well, &lt;i&gt;someone &lt;/i&gt;should use it!) Poked my finger, checked out the results... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;183. After eating Taco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and having one of those yummy new Fruitista drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK!  So the next day, I vowed to be "good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fasting: 103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 hour after breakfast (oatmeal made with milk): 130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 hour after lunch (tuna fish sandwich and a glass of milk): 132&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2 hours after dinner (tuna on toast, glass of milk): 114&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmm. 103 is a high fasting. It should be under 95 (especially for pregnant women.) The other numbers weren't tooooo bad - should be under 140 one hour after you eat and under 120 two hours after you eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The next day's numbers were interesting, too: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fasting: 120 (ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 hour after breakfast (oatmeal made with water - we were out of milk): 150 !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 hour after lunch (4 oz. steak): 94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well then... looks like it's the carbs. Even "good" ones like oatmeal, that aren't tempered with protein. It's official - I'm pre-diabetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The question now is... is it enough? Is it enough to get me to stop slowly killing myself with food? Is the thought of a child with congenital anomalies enough to make me stop? Is &lt;s&gt;heroin&lt;/s&gt; food more important to me than that... than anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Because after I discovered my sugars were elevated, I started doing the research, and it's not good. Women with pre-diabetes and undiagnosed diabetes have a risk of having babies with birth defects - specifically heart and neural tube abnormalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So now I'm opting for all the genetic testing - the neural translucency scan, the quad screen, the whole she-bang. Because I didn't catch this, really, until I was about 6 weeks along - and by that time, the heart was already formed and beating. And I know if my sugar was 183 after Taco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; - imagine what it was after a piece of cake with no protein to balance it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the past two weeks, I've gone from 285 to 272. But that's rather irrelevant, considering. I've been checking my sugars, and for the most part, they've been fine, except for my fasting number, which is always borderline-highish. But I've cut out sugar entirely. No more junk food, no more fast food, no more regular soda. No more carbs in the form of white bread, rice, pasta, potatoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Two weeks. Only ... 223 days to go.   :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I honestly don't know if I can make it...&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-4371458499785115604?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/4371458499785115604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=4371458499785115604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/4371458499785115604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/4371458499785115604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-blog.html' title='Hello, Blog'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-1960224909461641587</id><published>2008-02-02T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:58:40.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I boiled eighteen eggs to make deviled eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cut up eight big, fat cucumbers to make cucumbers and vinegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I put out the eggs and cucumbers when my parents came over... and within an hour, they were gone. All of them. Just gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We need some laying chickens and an organic garden... soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it spring yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-1960224909461641587?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/1960224909461641587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=1960224909461641587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1960224909461641587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1960224909461641587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/02/appetite.html' title='Appetite'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-128672838168016802</id><published>2008-02-01T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:27:39.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Food as Stress Reliever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8UFUNPG1&amp;amp;show_article=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Junk food reduces stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really, did they need a study to prove it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been using it as a fairly effective solution to the stress issue for years. Oreos are the poor man's Prozac. Sugar is cheap and it does for me just what heroin does for a junkie, bay-bee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not that I'm not - a junkie. I am. I even nod in the mid-afternoon after a binge like a heroin junkie. Sad but true. How is it that no one else has made this connection is such a big way? We look around and say, "Oh, look, people are getting fatter, I wonder why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sugar. They're putting a highly addictive drug into our food. Almost all of our food, actually, especially anything processed. Anyone remember when Coca-Cola actually contained cocaine? It's true... talk about addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My drug of choice is legal, sanctioned, and makes business owners billions a year. It also keeps their customers coming back for more... and more... and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not that I think banning sugar is gonna help. Prohibition didn't work either. People who can use sugar in moderation - wow, I bow down to you folks. I don't know how you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Junk food relieves stress - like this is news? I've self-prescribed it for years, and so has over half the country, if the obesity stats are to be believed. It's still better for you than heroin... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-128672838168016802?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/128672838168016802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=128672838168016802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/128672838168016802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/128672838168016802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/02/junk-food-as-stress-reliever.html' title='Junk Food as Stress Reliever'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-1188098460126004758</id><published>2008-01-31T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:54:55.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #4: 13 Inspirational Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_splits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_splits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The significance of a man is not in what he attains but in what he longs to attain. - Kahil Gibran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you don't know where you are going,you'll end up someplace else. - Yogi Berra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. We can always redeem the man who aspires and strives. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. In absence of clearly defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia. - Author Unknown &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. There are two things to aim at in life; first to get what you want, and after that to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind has achieved the second. - Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Life can be pulled by goals just as surely as it can be pushed by drives. - Viktor Frankl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The only journey is the journey within. - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Insist on yourself. Never imitate. - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Everybody wants to be somebody;nobody wants to grow. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If we all did the things we are capable of,we would astound ourselves. - Thomas Edison &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. - Henry David Thoreau &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up. - Paul Valery &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. They can because they think they can. - Virgil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=notyourmamasdiet&amp;amp;postid=30Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=notyourmamasdiet&amp;amp;postid=30Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-1188098460126004758?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/1188098460126004758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=1188098460126004758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1188098460126004758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1188098460126004758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-4-13-inspirational.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #4: 13 Inspirational Quotes'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-5175421317030551275</id><published>2008-01-30T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:36:07.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietww2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietww2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=notyourmamasdiet&amp;amp;postid=29Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=notyourmamasdiet&amp;amp;postid=29Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-5175421317030551275?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/5175421317030551275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=5175421317030551275&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/5175421317030551275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/5175421317030551275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordless-wednesday-3.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #3'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-2088108617742131351</id><published>2008-01-29T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:57:29.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Cherry on the Cake of My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm mad at Harley for not posting here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One more thing in a long list of things he committed to and said he would do that he hasn't followed through on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that's just one of the things on my peeved list. The kids didn't have school today. A snow day - or rather, an ice day. Threw off my whole schedule. And of course, it was rainy and wet, so the kids couldn't go outside, which meant they were inside all day driving me insane. Harley worked extra late today, and the Princess is getting over some sort of stomach flu that keeps coming and going. Can you get re-infected with stomach flu? I'm just waiting for it to hit the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had an editing job, too, I didn't want to finish that's been hanging over my head for a month. Finally got it done, though, pushed through and now I have a headache and I'm tired. My neck is so stiff and sore you'd think I'd been sleeping on nails lately. Sure feels like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Princess just puked all over her bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cherry on the cake of my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-2088108617742131351?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/2088108617742131351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=2088108617742131351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2088108617742131351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2088108617742131351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/cherry-on-cake-of-my-day.html' title='Cherry on the Cake of My Day'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-3468509954652268584</id><published>2008-01-28T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:06:17.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsive eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever we go over to my inlaws, my mother-in-law makes enough food to feed an army. No, that's not a metaphor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's already cooked enough and packaged it up in Ziploc and Glad containers to feed an army for a week and put it into the fridge. That's for us to take home. That doesn't include the food she sets out on the table. It's always some sort of meat, usually red - prime rib, steak, ribs - plus at least one meat side dish, usually sausage. And there's always shrimp as an appetizer. Harley's a big meat eater, and it's clear she's cooking for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there's plenty of carbs, too, don't get me wrong. Baked beans, cheesy potatoes, macaroni and cheese. Occasionally there's a vegetable - green bean casserole (the kind with fried onions on the top) or buttered carrots. Once in a while, a salad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to my in-laws for my birthday yesterday. My mother-in-law likes to find reasons for us to come over at least once a month. My birthday is a good reason in January. We came home loaded down with food. Going there, for a food addict, is like asking an alcoholic to go to a New Year's Eve party at Cheers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, if you're going to meetings and doing what you need to do, it wouldn't matter if someone set a drink in front of you, right? You'd say no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, I'm not so good at the "saying no" part. I clearly haven't gotten there yet. So my lunch today consisted of cheesy potatoes and baked beans. No protein in sight. And then there was leftover birthday cake. And she sent home two boxes of cookies. And a bag full of candy. And a gallon of ice cream, packed in ice. Of course she did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harley often likens her to the witch in the candy house in Hansel and Gretel. Sometimes I think he's right. And sometimes, when I'm lying in a stupid migraine-inducing sugar/carb coma after a trip to the in-laws, I wish we wouldn't keep leaving a trail of breadcrumbs that lead right back there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-3468509954652268584?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/3468509954652268584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=3468509954652268584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3468509954652268584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3468509954652268584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-witch.html' title='The Sweet Witch'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-8235459107054206892</id><published>2008-01-27T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:46:03.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen latifah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah ferguson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirstie alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valerie bertinelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet programs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenny craig'/><title type='text'>Say It Ain't So!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I adore Queen Latifah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenlatifah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenlatifah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is, after all, my namesake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't think of a more beautiful, stunning, strong, confident woman - of both color and size. She's always been someone I greatly admired, and I think she's an underrated actress, an amazing singer, and just an amazing human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I saw her on television - a commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For Jenny Craig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Queen Latifah is going to join the ranks of Sarah Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/sarahferguson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand" height="521" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/sarahferguson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kirstie Alley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/kirstiealley.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/kirstiealley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and Valerie Bertinelli... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/valeriebertenelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="257" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/valeriebertenelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once again making the implied if not direct statement: "I can't be beautiful or happy until I'm thin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm just so sad. :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-8235459107054206892?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/8235459107054206892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=8235459107054206892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8235459107054206892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8235459107054206892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/say-it-aint-so.html' title='Say It Ain&apos;t So!'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-694041417260413062</id><published>2008-01-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:34:12.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weighin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Queen Bee - Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;276&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That was the number on the scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last time we did low-carb the weight literally melted off without any effort. And I was eating cream cheese and salami and pork rinds and deviled eggs... and I still managed to lose forty-ish pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We'll see what happens this time. I haven't been 100% on "plan" so to speak. There was that chocolate. And that box of macaroni and cheese. And birthday cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day at a time, one bite at a time, I suppose. I haven't been perfect. Which usually means, it's time to give up and grab for the Doritos. But instead, I've just been picking myself up and trying again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I suppose the scale is reflecting that. I'm a pound lighter than when I started out (and the scale started going in the wrong direction!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Progress, not perfection. Isn't that what they say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-694041417260413062?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/694041417260413062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=694041417260413062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/694041417260413062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/694041417260413062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-bee-weigh-in.html' title='Queen Bee - Weigh In'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-3556246557574696227</id><published>2008-01-25T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:58:01.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Magic Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harley couldn't decide which card to get me for my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand" height="410" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So he got one for both of my "sides"... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="242" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaycard1_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The kids drew me pictures. And I got a bunch of Burt's Bee's honey lip balm (my favorite) and some sugar-free Russell Stover's and Whitman's chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaypresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 542px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" height="285" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/bdaypresents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As you can tell from the picture, I'm either 83... or 383... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They asked if they could have some of my chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's got fake sugar in it. It's candy that won't make mommy fat." &lt;em&gt;-er&lt;/em&gt;... fatt&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;... I'm thinking... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Oh... so it will make you thin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ha! I wish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-3556246557574696227?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/3556246557574696227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=3556246557574696227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3556246557574696227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3556246557574696227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-chocolate.html' title='Magic Chocolate?'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-2047566596350059609</id><published>2008-01-24T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:27:26.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny diet tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #3: 13 Funny Diet Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_splits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="142" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_splits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 Funny Diet Tips&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you eat something, but no one else sees you eat it, it has no calories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. When drinking a diet soda while eating a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are cancelled by the diet soda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Foods use for medicinal purposes NEVER count. e.g. hot chocolate, brandy, toast, Sara Lee Cheesecake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Movie-related foods do not have calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel. e.g. milk duds, buttered popcorn, junior mints and Tootsie Rolls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Cookie pieces contain no calories. The process of breaking the cookie causes calorie leakage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Late-night snacks have no calories. The refrigerator light is not strong enough for the calories to see their way into the calorie counter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you are in the process of preparing something, food licked off knives and spoons have no calories. e.g. peanut butter on a knife, ice cream on a spoon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Food of the same color have the same number of calories. Examples are spinach and pistachio ice cream, mushrooms and white chocolate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Chocolate is a universal color and may be substituted for any other color. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. 100 laughs a day is equal to 10 minutes of exercise! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Go to the paint store. You can get thinner there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Relish today. Catchup tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Carrot cake counts as a serving of vegetables. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=23Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=23Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-2047566596350059609?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/2047566596350059609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=2047566596350059609&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2047566596350059609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/2047566596350059609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-3-13-funny-diet-tips.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #3: 13 Funny Diet Tips'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-1832280178213423027</id><published>2008-01-23T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:16:08.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietww3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietww3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;see other wordless wednesdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=22Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=22Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-1832280178213423027?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/1832280178213423027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=1832280178213423027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1832280178213423027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1832280178213423027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordless-wednesday-2.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #2'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-6973584625557984523</id><published>2008-01-22T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:06:26.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel incredibly old. I'm sure my body is much older than my years, actually. Which is rather depressing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This day always meant a good excuse to eat cake. I miss cake. And frosting. God, I love frosting. Why would something exist in the world that's so incredibly bad for you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw an Intervention the other night - the first one I'd seen with a food addict. A young man, over 500 lbs. The therapist said, "Being addicted to food is like being addicted to heroin. You take it to numb out. That's the goal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep. That's about right. Food is my heroin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever I complain about having another birthday, Harley says, "Well, it's better than the alternative." Ha. But some days I wonder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-6973584625557984523?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/6973584625557984523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=6973584625557984523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/6973584625557984523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/6973584625557984523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-570956712463141272</id><published>2008-01-21T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:48:16.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-carb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsive eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men&apos;s health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>5 Sticky Notes On My Computer That I Want To Have Made Into Refrigerator Magnets</title><content type='html'>1. Life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My life is not about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am not in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These strike me as true in my heart. They come from a man named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Rohr"&gt;Richard Rohr&lt;/a&gt;. He didn't invent them. They are timeless truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound harsh to many people when I tell them they are a code by which I strive to live. I don't know if they're harsh. If anyone would like to know how I understand them, how they apply to my challenges with food, eating, body, and addiction, please comment and ask. I would be glad to offer my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/kharleyTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/kharleyTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;King Harley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/kharleyTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-570956712463141272?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/570956712463141272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=570956712463141272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/570956712463141272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/570956712463141272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-sticky-notes-on-my-computer-that-i.html' title='5 Sticky Notes On My Computer That I Want To Have Made Into Refrigerator Magnets'/><author><name>King Harley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14739537130414481714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11045014026099391413'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-3532485157697153945</id><published>2008-01-21T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:45:44.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Some Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are women so nasty to each other?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mother never had girlfriends when I was growing up. When I once asked her why, she said to me, "You can't trust women. They'll stab you in the back the minute you turn around. It's better just to avoid them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nice, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't gone my mother's route completely and kept friends out of my life entirely. But I do have a hard time trusting people, and usually I have one or two really good friends at a time. I'm still in contact with a friend who was my "best friend" from middle through high school, although we've grown apart over the years, keeping up with each other in Christmas letters and lately, blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My other "best friend" as an adult died of breast cancer last year (her birthday was just a few days ago actually...) but even with her, we both kept a bit of distance. I'm not sharing type. I don't spill my guts. And I usually find people who like to focus on themselves a lot - mostly so we don't have to focus on me. Nicely avoidant, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I discovered an online mommy group back when I had my third baby, and it opened up a new world of friendships. I still wouldn't let people get too close... but for the first time, I had a &lt;em&gt;group&lt;/em&gt; of friends. That was very different, and rather scary for me. When Harley nearly died, that mommy group really rallied around me, brought me meals, offered me support. I attended a lot of their home births, did blessingways for many of them, went to potlucks and playdates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we moved, and I couldn't do much of that anymore. We just lived too far away. The group changed venues from an email group to a bulletin board, and I stopped keeping up. So they unsubscribed me for "lurking." Twice. Finally, I gave up. I was too far to do too much in person anymore anyway. I got the feeling it was "personal" but I just let it go. It wasn't worth the hassle. But I did miss the connection... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone from the group contacted me recently to tell me that she was kicked off, too. And for her it was definitely personal. They had basically ganged up on her and ripped her reputation to shreds. I couldn't believe the things I was hearing. These were women who had been kind and supportive... and now they were turning into a pack of rabid dogs attacking an innocent victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't understand women sometimes. It's like there's a nasty switch in there that gets flipped and they just go ballistic. Things snowball out of control, they gossip and pick up on each other's energy like sharks in some feeding frenzy. It makes me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know my mother always said, "Don't trust women," but I hoped it wasn't really true. Things like this... make me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, and I found and ate real chocolate today. Welcome to the world of stress-eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-3532485157697153945?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/3532485157697153945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=3532485157697153945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3532485157697153945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3532485157697153945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-friends.html' title='Some Friends'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-3383189529737334734</id><published>2008-01-20T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:04:33.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overeater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarcity consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarcity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sustainable living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Self-Preservation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harley and I both have issues with scarcity - they just manifest in different ways. Harley prepares for the apocalpyse. He wants to be prepared for the End of Days, no two ways about it, and if that means making sure we have an alternate power source and canned food to last until 2080, so be it. A few months ago, we heard a town siren go off (we live in a very little town now) and didn't know what it was. We later discovered it was just a fire call (for the local volunteer fire department.) But Harley took it as a sign that we needed flashlights and a crank emergency radio and all sorts of various and sundry things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wasn't grateful to have them when the power went out at 2 am a few weeks ago. But, of course, by the time he got them all powered up and ready and we listened to the weather, the power was back on again... and I could have been sleeping from two until four, instead of cranking the radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harley's a planner. Me, I'm a worrier. He's preparing for the worst and hoping for the best. I'm worrying about the worst and putting my head in the sand in the meantime. I have to admit, his way it a bit more logical - and proactive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it comes to food, I'm a hoarder. Whatever I buy, I want to keep. Forever. Preserved so I know it's there when I want it. And I can't stand to see it disappear. Which is why junk food is so appealing to me. Twinkies have a shelf life of, what, a million years? Twinkies and a couple cockroaches, that's what would be around if we survived a nuclear blast. (And if Harley had anything to say about it, we certainly would!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it comes to produce, though, I freak out when it starts going bad. And produce, damnit, goes bad&lt;em&gt; fast&lt;/em&gt;! So people have to eat it. Right away. And I can't hide it in my dresser drawers or in my secret cubbyhole hiding places. All week, I've been thinking about having my special strawberry-pecan salad. I love this salad, and I totally came to associate it with low-carbing, because it's deliciously sweet and yummy - and still low-carb, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And all week long, my family has been eating strawberries. Like they grow on vines or something! :x So today, I finally made my salad, using the last of the strawberries - and it is, admittedly, just as good as I remembered it. Quite delicious. I'll give you the recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But that's not my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The point is, I can't hoard low-carb food like I do junk food. I can't "save" it. The minute it comes out of the ground, it's on it's way to a sure death, either on my plate, or in the compost pile. If I try to "save" it, it will surely be the latter. And that seems like such a waste, especially considering the price of strawberries at the market this time of year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But there's something to this idea that's hovering right at the edge of my awareness for the first time. I always knew I had a scarcity consciousness. But it never occurred to me that one of the great appeals of "junk" foods were that they were &lt;em&gt;already preserved&lt;/em&gt;. I could save a box of Ho-Ho's for practically forever, and all the while carry around the secret knowledge that they were &lt;em&gt;there for me&lt;/em&gt;. That seems important somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder if it will make a difference, when we're growing our own food, that I'll be able to go out and pick a quart of strawberries &lt;em&gt;anytime I want?&lt;/em&gt; I won't have to worry about the price of fruit, whether California was having unusually cold weather this year, or whether or not Harley and the kids were going to eat them all before I get to make my yummy salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, here's the recipe... and if you have any more insights, I'd be glad to hear them! Sometimes we're so close to something, we can't really see what in the heck it really is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Strawberry-Pecan Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1/2 head of Romaine lettuce, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1/2 quart of strawberries, sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1/2 cup pecans, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dressing: 2 TBSP lemon juice, 2 TBSP red wine vinegar, 1 TBSP sweetener (I prefer Splenda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drizzle 1 TBSP oil over salad, mix dressing, and pour over lettuce, strawberries, and pecans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Easy peasy, and oh so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-3383189529737334734?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/3383189529737334734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=3383189529737334734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3383189529737334734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/3383189529737334734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-preservation.html' title='Self-Preservation'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-7449682461059778692</id><published>2008-01-19T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:47:38.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fad diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsive eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fad diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapeworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet programs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Fad Diets</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was watching a show last week about the dangers of various fad diets. Harley and I seem drawn like moths to a flame to all the shows about weight on the tube (wow, that's an inaccurate metaphor isn't it... there really aren't tubes inside televisions anymore, huh?) Whether it's shows about losing weight, anorexia, bulemia, obesity, it doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was amazed at how many of the "diets" listed that I've tried over the years. I've highlighted in red the ones that the program mentioned that I've given the old college try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liquid diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suzanne somers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jenny Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medical Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metabolife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Detox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Raw foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maple Syrup Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Astrology Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood Type Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cookie Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tapeworm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The cookie diet sounds good, but they're not talking real cookies. They're talking fake "whole meal" cookies. *sigh* If it sounds too good to be true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Note that I have NOT tried using a tapeworm. Although, I remember when I was a teenager, learning about tapeworms, and thinking, "Hey! That would be a perfect solution!" Eat all you want... and still lose weight!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's amazing the lengths we'll go to, isn't it? I once considered ingesting a parasite in order to make myself thin... wow. What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-7449682461059778692?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/7449682461059778692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=7449682461059778692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7449682461059778692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7449682461059778692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/fad-diets.html' title='Fad Diets'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-8725182697966018959</id><published>2008-01-18T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:53:02.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell stover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep and weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Sugar Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar substitutes that end in "ol" are evil incarnate. At least, that's what my intestines think. They are definitely making a protest at the three Russell Stover Pecan Delights I ate this afternoon. They were yummy... but I don't know if they were worth it. Yeeeeouch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These particular chocolates had malitol in them. And it does say on the package: Excessive consumption may cause a laxative effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess that's a good way to curb chocolate consumption. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. actually I ate four. If I'm gonna be honest, I guess I should come fully clean, right? *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-8725182697966018959?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/8725182697966018959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=8725182697966018959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8725182697966018959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8725182697966018959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/sugar-alcohol.html' title='Sugar Alcohol'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-8557586510542840663</id><published>2008-01-17T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:34:28.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overeater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #2: 13 Refrigerator Magnets About Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_girl2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/Thurs13_girl2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 Refrigerator Magnets About Fat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. If we really are what we eat, I'm fast, cheap and easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I'm out of chocolate and I have a gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Eat, drink and be merry - for tomorrow they may cancel your Visa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Everyone who diets gains in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I am not fat, I am calorically gifted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Life is unsure, so always eat your dessert first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. You are overweight if you are living beyond your seams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Diet and exercise to fight hazardous waists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. The Joy of Not Cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. I'm not overweight, I'm just undertall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. On a scale of 1 to 10......We'd weigh a lot less! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=16Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=16Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-8557586510542840663?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/8557586510542840663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=8557586510542840663&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8557586510542840663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8557586510542840663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-2-13-refrigerator.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #2: 13 Refrigerator Magnets About Fat'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-1008766300664995552</id><published>2008-01-15T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:06:45.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/dietwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=15Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=birthtenders&amp;amp;postid=15Jan2008&amp;amp;meme=ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/harleybee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-1008766300664995552?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/1008766300664995552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=1008766300664995552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1008766300664995552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/1008766300664995552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordless-wednesday-1.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #1'/><author><name>K Harley &amp;amp; Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982419349075616781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07921079825027620140'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-8828971871391029281</id><published>2008-01-15T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:56:44.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necrotizing fasciitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flesh-eating bacteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='near-death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abscessed tooth'/><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harley's having surgery today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a follow-up, his third cosmetic procedure to fix his neck (as much as they can, anyway.) But I'm not looking forward to being in the hospital with him. All sorts of memories flood back every time I go to that particular hospital. Waiting for Harley to be brought over from one hospital to the other, wondering if he would be alive still... a friend sitting with me and holding my hand. He was the only one who came, that first day, and I don't know what I would have done without him. It was a pleasant surprise, and a relief, to have that human contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's just routine surgery. They don't even put him under! Just a local and they'll do what they have to do in terms of revising the scar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His scar is looking lots better. Especially much better than the hole in his neck originally looked. There was once an 8"x4" hole in it, while he was in Intensive Care for 8 days and the hospital for 2 weeks. Who knew an abscessed tooth could turn into flesh-eating bacteria and bankrupt us three days before our insurance kicked in?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the life-saving part was over, they decided to do chest flap surgery and take a part of Harley's chest muscle and tissue/skin and put it into the hole in his neck. It was almost science fiction, I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will spare you the pics of the huge hole in his neck (suffice to say, I could watch him swallow! We used to joke about him having a "flip-top head!") - you can find lots on the Internet if you're really curious, just Google "necrotizing fasciitis" and you'll see how much worse off he could have been... dead might have been preferable, in some of the cases I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He easily could have died from it, and I'm so grateful he didn't. It could have been an upper tooth instead of a lower one (which, as one of the nurses told us, would have eaten into his brain...) So much could have happened that didn't... I keep having images/visions of him talking about it in front of groups, showing people the scar... I don't know in what context, but I just have a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we're off to take the kiddos to grandma's and then I'll wait in the same waiting room I did, wondering if they were going to come tell me that I was going to raise my children alone. It still gives me the creeps. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-8828971871391029281?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/8828971871391029281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=8828971871391029281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8828971871391029281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/8828971871391029281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-7285244046334128452</id><published>2008-01-14T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:37:53.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-carb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plus-size pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A Surprise Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe Dr. Evil isn't so evil after all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went in this morning for fasting blood work, plus my annual pelvic and pap (yeee-ouch!). I also got my IUD out. This is the second IUD I've had, and I love them as a form of birth control. It allows for total spontaneity, there are no hormonal effects, and the side effects, for me, are minor. So why did I get it removed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because Harley and I are going to get pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I'm going to get pregnant. Harley's going to get me pregnant. And I better stop there, because this blog is PG-rated. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have four kids total - but the oldest two are mine from a previous marriage, teenagers (almost 18 and almost 15) who live with their father. Harley and I have two children together, and they're 5 and 6 now. I'm 37, and edging into that gray area of fertility, and we had to decide - are we really done? Do we want more kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...we're having another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so nervous about going into this doc for an exam, and even more anxious to tell her I wanted to get pregnant. I was sure she was going to say, "You're too old! You're too fat! You're much too unhealthy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Instead, she said, "I'm so excited! I'll write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow. I went out of the office feeling elated, in spite of the lower belly crampy stuff going on. I hardly even noticed it. I couldn't believe how supportive and kind the doc was. Made me want to run right home and make Harley make me pregnant NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that Harley would object... *grin* But, since Harley switched jobs, we have to wait, because our new insurance won't kick in until April. So we'll have to be careful until May. By then, I hope to be down about forty pounds. Being pregnant is always a great motivator to eat well. What better reason is there? So far, the low-carbing thing is going well. Of course, this is only day two...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-7285244046334128452?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/7285244046334128452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=7285244046334128452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7285244046334128452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/7285244046334128452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/surprise-visit.html' title='A Surprise Visit'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465195568875900051.post-243984322217707717</id><published>2008-01-13T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:13:44.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weighloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sugar Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the grocery shopping was successful. The boys went in, got what was on the list, and got out. I'm amazed by the masculine's ability to do that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course, now I'm going through sugar withdrawal. Migraine-inducing sugar withdrawal. Hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet, for pete's sake! I know from experience this only lasts a short time, but man... it's killer. I want to crawl under a rock and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or eat a Snickers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Same difference, I suppose. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Off to get bloodwork tomorrow at Dr. Evil's. Should be... fun. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/notyourmamasdiet/queenbTRANS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465195568875900051-243984322217707717?l=notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/feeds/243984322217707717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465195568875900051&amp;postID=243984322217707717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/243984322217707717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465195568875900051/posts/default/243984322217707717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notyourmamasdiet.blogspot.com/2008/01/sugar-cravings.html' title='Sugar Cravings'/><author><name>Queen B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01125455043064482964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15067764941566223052'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>