<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:26:51.168-07:00</updated><category term='Tom suprised me with this very healthy and yuumy meal'/><category term='little moments'/><category term='aren&apos;t we cute'/><category term='I thought Lydia eating strawberries and choc is a good picture of enjoying food without going over board'/><category term='philly center city plaza'/><category term='just ran 9miles through back country. He&apos;s my inspiration not to mention extremely good looking'/><category term='mud fest earlier this year...tom and I LOVE fun runs'/><category term='Tom overcoming his brick wall'/><title type='text'>The Paradox Trainer- Training Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything looks so easy in black and white, but then you try to do it and it becomes more of a maze to get through rather than inspiration to live by. Do you ever feel like that?  My trainer advice will be in RED and my regular-me-real-life notes will be in BLUE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-3604482845656285595</id><published>2009-10-02T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:44:38.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Done</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm done on this blog. I've stayed this consistent weight for a good long while and I'm okay with that. I hope you have made your own journey, or at least found some hope that mothers can look like women after they have babies. The biggest blessing is finding God in everything you do. I love having a strong healthy body, and maybe I don't look like a model, but I love feeling healthy...it's like an offering of gratitude to my maker for giving my such an opportunity to have a healthy and full life.&lt;br /&gt;You know, five or ten or twenty pounds is not a big deal if you can feel completely confident about yourself and honor what women were made to do: give love. I know that as I have struggled to find a weight proportionate to my frame, I've grown closer to God. I hope you did too. It's not about what you lose, it's what you can give. For me losing the weight opened up my world and I'm a happier person because of it. Thanks for taking the journey with me. May God bless you to find all blessings of happiness and don't be afraid to find health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-3604482845656285595?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3604482845656285595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=3604482845656285595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3604482845656285595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3604482845656285595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-done.html' title='I am Done'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5808586655466358845</id><published>2009-08-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:18:34.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calories in Calories Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems like anywhere (out to eat) I go to get a good meal, doesn't actually constitue a good meal. Okay, I just had to blow off some steam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was talking to one of my friends today about losing weight and if the good ole calories in and calories out is the bottom line in weightloss. What do you think? I've got some hypotheses swimming around in my head, but I'd like to know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope this summer has been good to you, or you've been good to this summer. I hope you've enjoyed yourself in most situtations you've been in. Life is about enjoying who you are and those around you. I hope that even while you want to lose weight you don't let that hinder you from enjoying the scenery. Especially with you in it. Run around with your kids, be social, play some baseball. I remember so many times feeling awkward in my clothes and I think if I could go back I would focus on loving myself more (cause I've always mostly loved myself, I just focused too much on what was outside) and not so much on what I looked like. Truth is, you will never be able to keep the weight off if you don't genuinely love yourself right now. So, before you get wacko over calories and exercise start every morning with an "I love myself" meditation, prayer, focus, song or whatever. I believe love is the best metabolic action there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5808586655466358845?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5808586655466358845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5808586655466358845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5808586655466358845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5808586655466358845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/08/calories-in-calories-out.html' title='Calories in Calories Out'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6060008313913451960</id><published>2009-06-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:13:07.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Plugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even though I've been gone, I still think about what I can do better and pass on. How's everyone's Exercise Menu? Mine has dropped back to pre race, but I'm still consistent to what I plan. I just don't think people should run like that all the time. Anyway, it's nice to run a little and then do what I absolutely love....AEROBICS. I also love Natalie because she's there every Tuesday and Friday too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, enough blah, blah, blah. So, I've been thinking that it's time to add in food. I think that it's not just about the calories in and calories out, but the kicker is What you eat. What kind of quality are we talking about? Now, I've really thought a great deal about this...just ask my sisters. I've come to 2 conclusions: the Word of Wisdom is true AND the closer it is to nature the better it is for weightloss. Okay and a third one: everyone is their own soup! You can't try to be Chicken Noodle when God made you Tomato. I know that didn't make sense. Okay...you have to eat what's right for your chemical type to see the results you want to see. You have to see what helps you lose and what sets you off to gain. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is tricky here because I can't say eat this and that and two of this and one of that and you'll look like Cindy Crawford. Why? Because she's cucumber soup of course! Okay, so the next step is that I've been working on is what kind of soup I am. I suggest you do the same. Oh but remember the Word of Wisdom is a true recipe, so pray about it personally to find out what soup you are, and eat more natural foods. The closer it is to the dirt, the better it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6060008313913451960?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6060008313913451960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6060008313913451960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6060008313913451960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6060008313913451960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-plugging.html' title='Still Plugging'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6523341455201554109</id><published>2009-04-07T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:23:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Menu 4/6- 4/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday: 3 mile run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuesday: Step (high intensity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday: No run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday: 2 mile hill and body combat (low intensity) optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday: Rest day but body pump (low intensity) optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday: RACE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6523341455201554109?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6523341455201554109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6523341455201554109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6523341455201554109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6523341455201554109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/exercise-menu-46-411.html' title='Exercise Menu 4/6- 4/11'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-1283738788527993656</id><published>2009-04-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:19:56.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road block last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been feeling guilty about not posting on Sunday, but family first. Last week kinda got a quirk thrown in there. I found out Tom had his white coat ceremony on the up-coming Friday, so I had to re-vamp Thurs-Sat.  Thurs. I did a six mile run, Friday nothing obviously, and Saturday was still scheduled for the 8 mile killer, but as it turned out I took my kids to an Easter Egg hunt instead. Do I regret this? Only for the sake that I'm trying to be trained by myself and you all are viewing my progress. But here's the real reason I didn't run the 8 miles: I just flat out am sick of distance. There's no happy anticipation, instead I feel like I'm running to my doom. How's that suppose to be inspiring? Does anyone ever feel like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, that's the real reason I didn't run, I was completely battling myself to do something I was dreading doing and in the end I (the potato couch girl) won. And of course I've felt guilty ever since. Thus, I turn it over to my personal trainer for some heroic words of inspiration....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, so all day Sunday and Monday I thought about this perdicament I sometimes get into. FYI the best time to think about these things is doing dishes, it must be the soap suds. This is what I came up with more or less: If you don't like it don't do it. But then don't put it on your menu, you are only frustrating yourself. Do something you like, even if it's low-key. Remember, you are not trying to burn mega calories(yet stay hit somewhere in this range: 200-500 cals a day), you are getting into life-long habits. Besides, the way to truly drop weight fast is to monitor your intake (more on that next week..I know I've been super frustrated with that too, but I think I found a key factor). For right now focus on having fun while you elevate your physical activity. What will stick is what you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; However,  if you are training for something i.e. a marathon, walk- a -thon or big event that you've always wanted to do, and you feel a little intimidated- find someone to support you through those hard workouts. Ask them to physically be a part of those hard days whether it's verbal commitment and support in the morning before they leave for work, exercising with you, or waiting to cheer you during or at the finish. You'll find it keeps you motivated and energized at least enough to get through. When I ran my one and only marathon I was dreading the 23 mile pre-run. My sister woke up with me at 3:30 am, dropped me off at the starting point, got her children off to school and biked with me the last hour of my run. My dad came the last three miles and blasted Enya the whole way. It was the very hardest run of my life, worse than the marathon, but the best and most inspiring thing. Infact, at the very last mile of my marathon day my sister even ran with me to the end. I cried the whole way to the finish because it meant so much to me. My sister was the fire that kept me running, I would have stopped and given up on training to run 26.2 miles, but I pulled through because of my support. I've never regreted that run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, remember that this training period will not last forever and the satisfaction of achieving a goal will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-1283738788527993656?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1283738788527993656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=1283738788527993656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1283738788527993656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1283738788527993656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-block-last-week.html' title='Road block last week'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5299993351029278145</id><published>2009-03-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:35:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post it Note- Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Frequently you'll see a "post-it" note. That just means I'm making a mental note in my head for whatever reason.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need to plan my exercise menu before I go to bed tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This one is to get ready for the week. I've learned that if you don't plan out your exercise schedule it just won't get done. You know, it's like making a menu plan only for exercise. As a trainer I am MOST adamant that anyone seeking weightloss get into the habit of exercising regulary (whatever is regular for you, just make it consistent. Shoot, you could just exercise on Mondays and call it regular). The thing about habits is this: you'll become what your habits are. My mom had a quote on our wall while I was growing up and it has stuck with me: "All you will ever be you are now becoming"-Spencer W. Kimball. So as a trainer, What do you want to be? Do it right now. Don't wait, don't make excuses. To get into the habit of exercising consistently the only and best way to do this is plan ahead. Make an exercise menu for the week. There's your goal for today; clear out some time tonight to make a REALISTIC plan for the rest of your week. Tomorrow your goal is to get 'er done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, before I make my plan I just need to say that I think I'm way too hard-nosed of a trainer and this is going to suck to actually listen to myself. With that said, here goes..... Oh wait, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE don't compare myself to you. Each of us is different, my ship sails in the very active category. I love to train for races, be competitive with myself. I love to workout, and if I don't I just don't deal with life as well as I want to. I don't know, it's what I need and who I am. But I know very healthy and trim people who exercise very little, so don't base losing weight on how many calories you burn exercising, think of the whole weightloss wheel working together. Focus on what you need and can handle accomplishing in your zany-crazy busy life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday: 8:40 am Quick 30 min run I have to be home in time for play group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tues: 9am 5 mile run and step class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wed: No workout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thurs: 9am that one class that I love at the YMCA and I have to do some hill work so 2 mile interval hills....ehck. I'll be glad when I don't have to train for that run, I hate hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday: 9am Body pump and 4 mile flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sat: Long run with Tommy prolly 8 miles.&lt;/span&gt; Tom is dying to do our really long run before the race. He wants to do all ten, but I don't even care I'm stopping at 8. I've decided I'm not really into distant running right now(isn't that a great thing to decide two weeks before a race). Is that wrong? heh, I feel guilty for some reason. ps, just to let ya know, I'm not a crazy exerciser. I'm training for a race right now, but I don't want to give up my fun exercise classes. It really is social and relieves my stress load. Therefore, I choose to train and do low impact when I go to classes, that way I don't overload my poor body. AND yes, I compensate my caloric intake. It takes money to burn money. Okay, now I'm getting into a whole different shpill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5299993351029278145?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5299993351029278145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5299993351029278145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5299993351029278145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5299993351029278145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-it-note-exercise.html' title='Post it Note- Exercise'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-8221033895242957166</id><published>2009-03-29T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:30:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swirlies</title><content type='html'>So, I've had so many things swirling around in my head. I'm not an organized thinker, one thing leads me to another and then it's like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do something different on this blog, something useful, something that maybe others can use and benefit from. I've got a ton of ideas on what to do with my blog just floating around not knowing where to go or how to get organized. So this is it: I'm going to start personal training myself and I'll blog everything first as a trainer and everthing second as a real person who still has life to deal with. Everything looks so easy in black and white, but then you try to do it and it becomes more of a maze to get through rather than inspiration to live by. Do you ever feel like that? So my trainer notes will be in &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; and my regular me will be in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;and whatever I "do" or "plan" will be in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just want to say thanks for all your encouragement. Just because I have a health background doesn't mean it's easy to do. Every encouragement reminds me that I want to be healthy and not a cookie monster....which, to me, is very easy to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-8221033895242957166?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8221033895242957166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=8221033895242957166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8221033895242957166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8221033895242957166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/swirlies.html' title='Swirlies'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-612976346246048599</id><published>2009-02-17T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:00:42.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time. But, I've done that on purpose. Since Christmas I've debated back and forth on if I wanted to continue tracking my weightloss. I don't know, I just feel selfish, like I'm bragging about myself, and I really don't want to come across like that. Infact, the reason I started was because I really like health and wanted to share my experience. I've loved tracting my progress, but it's justtime to be done I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know where I've been: Since Thanksgiving I've continued losing weight, took a break for Christmas (it's just wrong to not eat goodies on Holidays), came back tried to break out of my rut, started doing aerobics. I thought I'd like to teach and I made an okay routine, but it just didn't pan out...having kids climb all over you and hanging to your legs and a husband in school makes big hobbies like that really hard to do, so I joined the YMCA to get at least get a work out in. I have really liked the classes there (and my kids get to play with someone else than me!). Currently, I'm working off those stubborn last pounds, but in general I'm okay with myself...you know the "I wish I were better, but I'm not gonna go without chocolate kind of deal". I am however going through a mostly natural kick. I've been on it for a while now and I like it, except every so often you just need cheetos or brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep incorporating the all naturale life style, but really like where my life is right now. I'd say a true 80/20 split. Oh, and just for the record Tom and I are running the Mt. Penn Mudfest this year. It's the nation's third largest back trail running, look it up, it's gonna be great and I'm so scared too! This is the start of the race last year, I really hope it won't be snowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-612976346246048599?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/612976346246048599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=612976346246048599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/612976346246048599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/612976346246048599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-gone.html' title='A Long Time Gone'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7929280354446947869</id><published>2008-11-21T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:32:59.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Over Looked Undereating</title><content type='html'>Kylynne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are eating less than whatever guideline recommend, that is the culprit. Eating too little can actually, in some cases, have the same effect of eating too much. Your body is not burning because it is in an emergency "famine" mode so to speak. It's more common however to see sudden weightloss due to water and muscle mass depletion temporarily. I'm not undermining your case, however...there are so many factors that could go any which way.&lt;br /&gt;In a general case here's what I would do. Gradually down your exercise and increase what you are eating by 100 calories every couple of days until you hit the recommended caloric recommendation. NEVER cut 1000 or more cals from your diet suddenly, unless recommended by your doc. I would suggest try to eat 250-500 less that what your original caloric intake was. You will feel your best in that range, then try to burn between the same range (300-500) every week. You will see your energy come up and hopefully withing 4-6 weeks some improvement, but realize your body needs some re-coup time and might rebound some water weight. Just don't look at the scales for a week or two, then your bod will get back on track and you'll feel more energetic. If you are still breastfeeding don't cut any calories, your body is doing enough work, just change the quality of your foods...not quantity.&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't help, see if you have an intolerance to a food, or a hormone imbalance. That could hold things up. I'm not a doctor, but at that point, after everything else, I would see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very interested in in your case. If you would like you could email me and we could work on it in more detail so I could get a better idea of what is going on. I think you have my email, but let me know if you don't. I know this is frustrating, but you are not hopeless. My heart goes out to you because I do know your pain. You can do this with the right tools. God meant every good thing for your body when he created you, so keep seeking good things if that is your desire. AND just for a little plug...I've been keeping up on your blog...you are not even close to fat. You have a cute figure, you are a beautiful woman. If that doesn't help consider this...it's only been 6 months and you look dang good for post partum 6 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7929280354446947869?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7929280354446947869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7929280354446947869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7929280354446947869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7929280354446947869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-over-looked-undereating.html' title='I Over Looked Undereating'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-4581011096600693928</id><published>2008-11-20T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:39:36.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/5576023090824901931-4581011096600693928?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4581011096600693928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=4581011096600693928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4581011096600693928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4581011096600693928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7802824665142467635</id><published>2008-11-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:28:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Friend...not seeing progress</title><content type='html'>I got a comment from a friend expressing her frustration in not losing weight. This problem is so, so, so prevelent in women, especially new moms, trying to lose those extra pounds. Hold on to your seat I have a very long answer that is quite simple on black and white, but the most difficult feat I've seen accomplished. This problem will truly take hard work, maybe a very long time to accomplish but it will pay off all of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she wrote: "in the last 5 months of me exercising at least an hour- sometimes 2- for 6 out of the 7 days of the week I have lost only 4 lbs, and that's because I got the flu last week and couldn't eat anything. What more can I do? I am eating less sweets, and I try to eat healthy foods. I don't know what more I can do, and I am getting quite depressed about it... Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a professional background: the answer is quite simple (but not easy for sure). You are consuming too many calories. Contributing to your problem is that you are exercising too much. Being inactive is not the culprit, eating too much is. I know that sounds harsh, but let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moving Too Much&lt;/span&gt;--The first thing anyone wants to do when they lose weight is get moving-burn calories. Then they want to cut calories, they also want to replace old foods with newer healthier foods that contain less, fat, sugar, and carbs. You put all this together and it's like a bomb goes off in your body. Not only physically, but mentally and especially neurally/chemically. You are working more, eating less and not feeding your body like it has been used to, then you expect sunshine when you ordered a natural disaster. You need to slow down. First, get right to the problem; assess which area you most want to work on. Focus more attention on that one area (you can still incorporate moderate amounts of other things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eating Too Much&lt;/span&gt;-- This is the other area that gets flipped upside down. While you are busy exercising and making healthier choices you may not see the calories still adding up. Even if you made a plan of how many calories you need to consume or not consume to hit your target weight. I know I'm as guilty as anyone, that's why it has taken me years to get to this point in my life. This is a HARD reality to face: Do you honestly know where your calories are coming from? Take time to see it. Take time to notice things that trigger wanting to eat, times you eat (every single time you eat you need to know it, recognize it, value it), know what hungry is, know what a craving is, know what satisfied feels like, know what full feels like, know what overfull feels like, know what stuffed feels like. Also, addressing the feelings that result from our actions. I've said this over and over and I will continue to say it over and over: ABS WERE MADE IN THE KITCHEN, NOT THE GYM. The true and real way to lose weight is to be in control of HOW much you eat. Of course there is quality food and there is junk, but if all you care about it losing excess weight you need to focus on what you are ingesting, NOT how much you are expending (that comes later). Whew, sorry about the rampage. This is the kicker and it's not quick. I've been working on changing my mental, emotional and chemical(yes, it's a chemical reaction the way you eat) status of eating since I married Tom. It's been gradual and committing, but worth it. Over the last four years I've come to generally not worry about how much I eat because I know my body will tell me when I'm done. If I eat more than that it's because I want to and don't care about the excess weight that will inevitably show up a few days later. YOUR BODY IS THE MOST EFFICIENT MACHINE KNOWN TO MAN (when generally healthy) and it will metablize excess calories. When none are available, it will burn stored calories, when not available it will burn fat stores. Here's what I would do and have done: take a personal inventory about what you are really eating, no gimmics, no "I think".  You may have to write it down. Infact, write it down for two days anyway: any morsel that meets your lips. Face the honest truth, and decide to change it. That's the only way you will truly see a change for good.&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I'd start at the very beginning and work on sensing satiety and working for that feeling every time you eat. You should also workout, but moderately, one hour 3-4 days is GREAT for regular joes...if you are watching HOW much you eat. I have a whole step by step guide for learning how to eat to lose weight, but that's the begining step and this post is way too long for more.&lt;br /&gt; Also, a disclaimer: if the honest truth is you have have been sincere about watching every calorie and working out 5 days a week for an hour I suggest you see a doctor. By now, you should definetly be seeing serious results. I know I haven't even come close to meeting that criteria and I've seen results (just so you know I am an A-Type body type so it's not easy for me at all to lose any stinking weight). You may need some testing done. Here's something to consider: are you breast feeding? For some that hinders more than help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton more to say because as a woman I've been through all the loops, but I just leave this small personal note: Keep working on being TRULY healthy, that is so important to me, but be happy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love yourself, eat ice cream with your sweetheart on date night. Be glad you have legs and eyes and everything else to take in life. Don't get discouraged because you aren't a size 8 or 6 or whatever, it will come in time. Be happy now and look for improvement. Life is to be laughed in and you are to love yourself, body included! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7802824665142467635?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7802824665142467635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7802824665142467635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7802824665142467635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7802824665142467635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-friendnot-seeing-progress.html' title='For a Friend...not seeing progress'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-1006792016322875354</id><published>2008-11-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:41:13.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Treats</title><content type='html'>I think I'd be at my goal weight by now if it weren't for those after dinner treats. I just have to have a sweet. I've tried brushing my teeth, chewing gum or having fruit for dessert, but it's just not cutting the mustard. Does anyone have some ideas on this particular subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have a great strawberry pie recipe that isn't too bad, if you lay off the whip cream.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to post it later, cuz I have other things to get to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more pounds people, five more....I think. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-1006792016322875354?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1006792016322875354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=1006792016322875354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1006792016322875354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1006792016322875354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-night-treats.html' title='Late Night Treats'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5634982328088745872</id><published>2008-10-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:22:57.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD EATS</title><content type='html'>REALLY YUMMY AND HEALTHY. Let me know what you think. I made it up this soup.&lt;br /&gt;Italian Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken broth (or vegetable, but I used chicken) I put in two cups, but just as much as you want&lt;br /&gt;one can diced tomatoes italian style not drained&lt;br /&gt;Cherry or grape tomatoes whole (when it burst in your mouth it is great!)&lt;br /&gt;sliced mushrooms probably 1 cup (I used shitake and baby portobellas)&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus cut up (make sure to snap the ends otherwise too stringy and corse)&lt;br /&gt;Onion or onions I quartered it...I like it in big pieces&lt;br /&gt;baby spinach (kept it whole)&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Basil (should be on sale at the grocer's this time of year) broken up.&lt;br /&gt;chopped garlic use as much as you like with the seasonings just remember as it cooks it gets a little stronger. I add half my salt and then the other ten mins before I serve so I don't over salt it&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle of pepper&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle and two of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw it all in the crock and let it sit for three or four hours on low. Really just until tender is all you need but I like it to kinda absorb all flavors of all the foods. I put out some mozerella and feta on the table and let people add what they wanted. Serve with crusty bread or with cheese toast. It's super healthy and filling. Next time I'm gonna make a ton more because each person can eat two bowls and I'll add shredded carrots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5634982328088745872?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5634982328088745872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5634982328088745872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5634982328088745872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5634982328088745872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-eats.html' title='GOOD EATS'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7707004150375436541</id><published>2008-10-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:24:03.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisahickon Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SQUmLBAB8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j0DmFgBuLTg/s1600-h/oct+8th+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653710341272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SQUmLBAB8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j0DmFgBuLTg/s400/oct+8th+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SQUi5X_6jKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AZjur6slTgs/s1600-h/oct+8th+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are at Whisahickon Creek..geez, I hope I spelled that right-it's getting late. It is beautiful this time of year and I highly suggest it to everyone around the area. If you like the historic feel, go round to the resturant that used to be an old hotel. I think it's a couple hundred years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hoped to jog, but it didn't work out so we just walked instead. Now that my knee is recovered I'm gonna try jogging again. I admit, I haven't hit the pavement or roused my heart rate for two and some weeks now. Yeah, I know, I'll pay for it...eeek!! But what can you do?! Yes, I've got the butterflies, tomorrow's gonna be a hard run. Oh well, let's just get it over with and start enjoying fall runs. Yawhoo for fall runs! this may be my only motivation:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, no real progress on the old pounds. I've never lost this much weight before (kinda puttered out when I got this far) but I hear the last ten pounds is slow and gruesome. Wish me luck. I need it. Okay, forget the luck, just pray for me. Haha. &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/5576023090824901931-7707004150375436541?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7707004150375436541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7707004150375436541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7707004150375436541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7707004150375436541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/whisahickon-creek.html' title='Whisahickon Creek'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SQUmLBAB8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j0DmFgBuLTg/s72-c/oct+8th+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-8391902030261204180</id><published>2008-10-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:13:09.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Boost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SP1WjBKHslI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bNvu55yuLWw/s1600-h/mom+and+kids+at+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455099444900434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SP1WjBKHslI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bNvu55yuLWw/s320/mom+and+kids+at+beach.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am again. I decided to take the last two weeks off. No, not like gorge yourself on hoho's or cheetos. I was just sick of focusing so much on losing weight. I just needed a break. Afraid? Yes. I thought it was going to be the begining of the end, like I'd lose control or gain the weight back but not so. I'm feeling quite refreshed mentally and I didn't gain any weight...well not enough to notice, but I didn't ask the scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so, I admit... I started thinking this morning, "Man, I could be a pound or two lighter if I just kept on it and didn't take those two weeks off". But then the grass is always greener and I remember I could have burnt out completely and fallen off the bandwagon all together and instead of feeling refreshed two weeks later I would have felt much like I have in past "dieting" attempts; hopeless and cyclic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've learned : 1. Listen to your life. Really, sometimes green beans don't cut it and while it's good to be healthy and fit, it's also good to feel healthy and ALIVE. If losing the weight is beating you down walk away temporarily.Trust yourself enough to step away and know you can come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. it's only a few pounds. I'll catch them up in these next two weeks. You will always have time to work on being better, but be happy for who you are now and enjoy yourself now so you can enjoy yourself later too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Don't forget your ultimate goal. Jump back on as soon as you feel the slightest prompt or excitment to get back into the swing. Go with your insight and follow your dreams, but be a good mom and don't neglect your kids doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. as an extension of no. 3: Your kids are always a higher priority than fitting that 30 min exercise session, but that doesn't mean you can't make time for yourself. Take care of yourself so you can take care of your kids, or job, or whatever. When I say make that's exactly it. The only way I can get a good work out in is if I wake up before them. If that isn't an option or I choose not to wake up, they go with me. If that isn't so workable, see if your husband wouldn't mind watching them one or two nights a week after bed or during bath time. If I'm in a tight crunch I'll swap kids with my neighbor. AND if all else fails, read a good book with them, sing songs, go for a walk and just say, "I'm so glad I have today".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-8391902030261204180?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8391902030261204180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=8391902030261204180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8391902030261204180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8391902030261204180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-littleboost.html' title='My little Boost'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SP1WjBKHslI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bNvu55yuLWw/s72-c/mom+and+kids+at+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-9146149313575096914</id><published>2008-10-04T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:08:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Mansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgti3VYo9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/FC2mDCSv6jk/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjOchn-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/64UscaprYD4/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253499048524095458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjOchn-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/64UscaprYD4/s320/end+of+sept+oct+2008+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtzdE219I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VPZdeY7uoo4/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253499327329261522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtzdE219I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VPZdeY7uoo4/s320/end+of+sept+oct+2008+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjLxcltI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3AoOOpw0cWg/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253499047806539474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjLxcltI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3AoOOpw0cWg/s320/end+of+sept+oct+2008+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjfpz3gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P6lg2yuyxwg/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253499053143219714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjfpz3gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P6lg2yuyxwg/s320/end+of+sept+oct+2008+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgs86uWErI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JLyN4DgrrXQ/s1600-h/end+of+sept+oct+2008+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253498390395097778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgs86uWErI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JLyN4DgrrXQ/s200/end+of+sept+oct+2008+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys for the suggestions to the plead for help. Some of them actually worked quite well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for Conference Weekend!!! I just had to say it. I love Conference Weekend. This morning the kids and I went on a run. We ended up being gone for an hour down by the Schulykll River on West River dr. They actually block it off every weekend so there are tons of bikers, runners, etc. Today I ran 2 miles with some marathon gurus. It was really fun, then I broke off from them and I actually tackled every up hill (not every down yet) back home. I think I ran four miles and walked one. (hey, pushing two kids is no easy feat!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got bubble baths for being so workable, and I tried to tiddy the house before Tom came home and conference started. After Conference we went to Strawberry Mansion and their gardens. It was a fun nature walk dating back to the 1800's. We made it back home just to see the last session and then I took the kids to a little friend/family night out while the boys went to the Priesthood Session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very good day and an awesome Conference. I have a question though as far as health goes: How do you make your Sundays healthy AND enjoyable?&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/5576023090824901931-9146149313575096914?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9146149313575096914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=9146149313575096914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/9146149313575096914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/9146149313575096914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/strawberry-mansion.html' title='Strawberry Mansion'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOgtjOchn-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/64UscaprYD4/s72-c/end+of+sept+oct+2008+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7574800516241015448</id><published>2008-09-28T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:42:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YELP I need HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAwuTbOkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uCWqHVP4VVQ/s1600-h/help+button.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251250737560588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAwuTbOkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uCWqHVP4VVQ/s200/help+button.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I've hit a plateau and my motivation has started to simmer.This is not a good situation to be in; the biggest reason being I need to break through this plateau to finish off these last couple of pounds and I'm just sorta feeling lazy, or discouraged, or placid about the whole thing. It doesn't help that it's Sunday night and weekends are very hard for me to stay right on track. AND, I just want a brownie, or M&amp;amp;M, or whatever ya got(life is so rough sometimes). So there ya go. Does anyone else suffer through the weekend? WHat DO YOU DO?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ANy SugGEStions? I'll keep working, but there's gotta be a couple of things I can try to boost the motivation. Anyone?Anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7574800516241015448?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7574800516241015448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7574800516241015448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7574800516241015448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7574800516241015448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/yelp-i-need-help.html' title='YELP I need HELP!!!'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAwuTbOkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uCWqHVP4VVQ/s72-c/help+button.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-334136362366768713</id><published>2008-09-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:27:50.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little RUNNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAtmSRR76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LdMgsgdoorg/s1600-h/random+home+pic+sept+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251247301276594082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAtmSRR76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LdMgsgdoorg/s200/random+home+pic+sept+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246610130643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAs-DjPrAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tctWxPucz4c/s400/random+home+pic+sept+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAtmhHd7DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u0jNMSKfL5M/s1600-h/random+home+pic+sept+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute is that. As I got out of the shower after one of our runs I saw this. It made me so proud that Lydia's first experience with running shoes were mine! Sorry, Mommy moment. Although it is torture to run with a double, seeing your kids enjoy the run as much as you do somehow makes it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and it is nice to have someone to cheer on on the uphill push. The last five minutes of our run Lydia and I are chanting, "PUSH!". Teamwork folks.&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/5576023090824901931-334136362366768713?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/334136362366768713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=334136362366768713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/334136362366768713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/334136362366768713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-runner.html' title='My little RUNNER'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SOAtmSRR76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LdMgsgdoorg/s72-c/random+home+pic+sept+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6650559646196340466</id><published>2008-09-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:58:51.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus Far</title><content type='html'>I haven't noticed how big of a change I've made in the last 7 months. I guess I'm so used to myself I haven't really noticed or "saw" the big change. It did come just so gradual. So, yes, a lot was baby weight and the breast feeding helped with that, but I've really worked my buns off. I think my sisters would be the most proud and then maybe... oh geeze I don't know my legs I guess. But I do feel happy that I didn't give in and realizing anyone can do it. It's not as hard or as bad as you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6650559646196340466?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6650559646196340466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6650559646196340466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6650559646196340466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6650559646196340466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/thus-far.html' title='Thus Far'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-4450864515465497388</id><published>2008-09-21T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:52:19.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbsM7djvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_T-ChkuYtrE/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248642122611146066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbsM7djvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_T-ChkuYtrE/s320/IMG_2703.JPG" 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/5576023090824901931-4450864515465497388?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4450864515465497388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=4450864515465497388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4450864515465497388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4450864515465497388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-1.html' title='Before #1'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbsM7djvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_T-ChkuYtrE/s72-c/IMG_2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-251456270871501955</id><published>2008-09-21T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:47:41.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbrHPutJqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WZrQOu9D7yM/s1600-h/spring+break+march+2008+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248640925460932258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbrHPutJqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WZrQOu9D7yM/s320/spring+break+march+2008+176.JPG" 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/5576023090824901931-251456270871501955?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/251456270871501955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=251456270871501955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/251456270871501955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/251456270871501955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-2.html' title='Before #2'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbrHPutJqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WZrQOu9D7yM/s72-c/spring+break+march+2008+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5090556193389557448</id><published>2008-09-21T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:45:15.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbqlHhVWoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXeGL2-UcVY/s1600-h/random+home+pic+sept+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248640339141810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbqlHhVWoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXeGL2-UcVY/s320/random+home+pic+sept+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbqSBma8uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Z3uoWuYtLE/s1600-h/random+home+pic+sept+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5576023090824901931-5090556193389557448?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5090556193389557448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5090556193389557448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5090556193389557448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5090556193389557448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/after.html' title='After'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNbqlHhVWoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bXeGL2-UcVY/s72-c/random+home+pic+sept+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6329422282518690063</id><published>2008-09-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:00:22.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME KATIE E.</title><content type='html'>SHOUT out to Katie. She told me at church today she tried on her pre-prego pants and they FIT!!! She is so awesome and an inspiration. Actually, you all are. I really appreciate anyone who is, well, themselves. It makes me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, Katie. you deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6329422282518690063?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6329422282518690063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6329422282518690063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6329422282518690063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6329422282518690063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-progress.html' title='AWESOME KATIE E.'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-9151388429447293450</id><published>2008-09-21T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:32:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Doing</title><content type='html'>Okay world, I have a few minutes since Paul is asleep and Lydia and Tom are gone.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I've been doing &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;diet wise&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a morning eater, it just doesn't kick in until somewhere between 8 and 9. I used to be like, "That's so BAD!!" but from all the research I've really delved into, it's not bad to not eat a hearty breakfast. It does depend on what you are doing, how active you are in the morning, when the next time you will have the opportunity to eat. I mean when they say "eat your Wheaties" are you going to be gone from the kitchen for the next four hours? Then yeah, eat your Wheaties. For me, that's just not the case. My kitchen is about five feet from the rest of my morning activities, my Wheaties can wait till I feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly you need to know your body enough to gauge when you are hungry and when you are cravey. Since I've been practicing this for about five years I know exactly when I'm hungry and exactly when I'm cravey...eating when I'm hungry and not when I'm cravey is a totally different story. Okay, so that brings me to a little detour. I hate when people blame their weight on something ridiculous(I'm not discounting medical reasons)rather than their lack of self will: "Brith Control", "Big Boned", etc. (for the record I researched Birth Control. While it may increase your cravings, it does NOT add more calories to absorbed by your intestinal wall than what you consume or increase cortisol levels in the blood to be affected by weightloss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is much easier for me to hear some say, "I have no self will" than to hear an excuse...at least I know they are being honest with themselves and that is the first step to truly losing weight. Oh, and I don't want anyone to feel like I'm being self righteous here: I DO struggle with eating too much. Food tastes good, I love to eat. I mean, I wouldn't be trying to loose the weight if I didn't right? But, it is all about being honest and honestly trying. Trying to make Healthy Weight fit into Lifestyle, Family, and Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a soap box. But I feel better. I've wanted to say that for a really LONG time, sorry to go off on a tangent like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 or 9 I have fruit because I still don't have much of an appetite, but I don't want to feel ravenously hungry in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;10-11ish I eat a bowl of cereal. Cheerios plain is the best cereal on the planet, I eat them almost every day&lt;br /&gt;1pmish I eat a moderate lunch, salad with oil and vinegar and feta cheese because I'm in love with feta, sometimes a sandwhich, sometimes pasta, maybe a squash, maybe just pita and humus, maybe tortilla and black beans. Then usually a cut up tomato or almonds to take care of that little snitch, sometimes a bite of brownie hits the spot if I have left overs.&lt;br /&gt;4pm apple and yogurt. Cheese and pear, or two of my faaavorite delux wheat crackers...they really go the distance. or a tortilla with applesauce and grated cheese with a sprinkle of cinnamon. or maybe two peaches plain cute up and share them with the kids&lt;br /&gt;6-7 dinner. Stir Fry veggies and brown rice, Pasta w/chicken or sausage and a creative tomato sauce, or white if I really want to celebrate, sweet potato bar.. you should try it, soup and sandwhiches, Casseroles if I'm feeling really hungry or Tom is, Grilled fish if I'm daring, Meat loaf to celebrate life, homemade supremo pizza, you name it really. I pair the main dish with a veggie and a salad. Then 2 out of 7 days we'll have a dessert, and I never skimp with low cal junk. Why make it?&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to bed 10-11. That gives my body time to digest and burn a little before I shut the metab. down a few notches. If I eat light or go to bed later then I feel way hungry so then I'll eat like a mini bowl of cheeries. I love Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-9151388429447293450?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9151388429447293450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=9151388429447293450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/9151388429447293450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/9151388429447293450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-im-doing.html' title='What I&apos;m Doing'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-3015886018954482471</id><published>2008-09-20T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:41:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNE TAYLOR LOFT outlet store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNWloxeQO1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1Ba34XIvXMM/s1600-h/anne+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248283060663761746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNWloxeQO1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1Ba34XIvXMM/s200/anne+pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anntaylorloft.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=15109&amp;amp;No=15&amp;amp;pCategoryId=199&amp;amp;Ns=CATEGORY_SEQ_208&amp;amp;N=1200009&amp;amp;Nty=1&amp;amp;categoryId=208&amp;amp;defaultColorNameFromCategory=Whisper" defaultsizetypefromcategory="'Misses"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEopLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with ANNE TAYLOR LOFT today. Their clothes are the best. I think I was in there for a good 2 hours. Anyway, the really great news is that I'm down a size, mind you their clothes run bigger than average sizes, but after doing the math I really was at least a size smaller. These jeans are the ones I stuck with in the end ("curvy boot leg" just in case you wanted to know). AND they were cheap..AND they don't bag off my backside...AND they are wonderfully comfortable AND...AND..LIKE ZONKS SCOOBS! Totally happy. ANd I didn't have Lydia with me. Totally stress free. Happy and Stress free, but okay, I did miss Lydia and was super excited to get back to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm, shout out to Lori who ran a marathon today. Whew, what a great run. &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/5576023090824901931-3015886018954482471?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3015886018954482471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=3015886018954482471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3015886018954482471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3015886018954482471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/anne-taylor-loft-outlet-store.html' title='ANNE TAYLOR LOFT outlet store'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNWloxeQO1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1Ba34XIvXMM/s72-c/anne+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5309740057082484379</id><published>2008-09-17T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:09:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Carol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNFkAF8aNXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yeme744UjSE/s1600-h/steve+and+carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247084993621669234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNFkAF8aNXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yeme744UjSE/s200/steve+and+carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know her, my friend, Lori who lives in Washington, knows her. I came across their blog from Lori's. So here's some details to make it easy to understand what a big deal it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol was pregnant with her second child. She started going into labor early. They utlimately had to take the baby by c-section. After that her blood pressure dropped so severely they had to give her medication, then her temp went through the roof. They diagnosed her with a Streptococcal Pnuemoniae infection, the worst as it is a septic one. She's had many burns and more. I copied a portion of the blog so you can read yourself without looking really long and hard like I did. Just as an update she is back from the hospital now, but still very difficult for her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol is at Swedish Hospital in Seattle in their Pediatri Intensive Care unit. She is unconscious due to a combination of pain med and another drug. This way, she isn't feeling pain nor wanting to tear out her ventilator or feed tube. She was admitted there on Tuesday the 9th in the afternoon. The doctor's did an emergency C-section around 4:45 pm or so because Carol and the and nurses that work with her are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Since all this Carol has had both her leg's below the knees amputated, her left arm below the elbow amputated, her right ring finger amputated; and is now blind. All of that is due to ischemia from vasopressive drugs used to keep her blood pressure high enought to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYiBjmswu0I/SMmcbs6mVSI/AAAAAAAAADk/JlPDAml0jig/s1600-h/justthe4ofus+942008.jpg"&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/5576023090824901931-5309740057082484379?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5309740057082484379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5309740057082484379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5309740057082484379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5309740057082484379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-carol.html' title='Who&apos;s Carol?'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SNFkAF8aNXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yeme744UjSE/s72-c/steve+and+carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-4994381014642901189</id><published>2008-09-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:41:09.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING FOR CAROL</title><content type='html'>My friend from high school is running a marathon to help raise money for her friend, Carol,  who has had severe medical problems (. I think this is such a noble and needed cause. I stayed up until 1am one night just reading on her blog about what she's been through and how her recovery is going. SO PLEASE, check out Lori's fundraising blog: &lt;a href="http://running4carol.weebly.com/"&gt;http://running4carol.weebly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to go to Carol's recovery blog to read more go to: &lt;a href="http://www.sccsdecker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sccsdecker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't donate, I'm sure they'd love your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-4994381014642901189?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4994381014642901189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=4994381014642901189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4994381014642901189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4994381014642901189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-for-carol.html' title='RUNNING FOR CAROL'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-8755530573187661858</id><published>2008-09-17T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:32:10.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>What do you think about me teaching Aerobics? I'd just volunteer one day a week, so nothing too spac-tac. I think it would be a blast, but I'm super nervous because I took a teaching class at BYU-i and all but killed it. Okay, maybe I killed it.  Then again, I've always wanted to do it.  So, what, try it again, make a fool out of myself..totally humiliate myself in front of people who think I'm a some what competent person; OR be comfortable being comfortable. Hmm, I'll have to get back to that. But, I think I'm gonna anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did SpINniNg. The first time in a year. IT WAS GREAT. I totally owe Paige for swapping the kids. It's such a good workout. I wish I could go every week, but I do have kids and I DO love waking up and working out BEFORE they wake up. It just helps me start the day feeling on top of it instead of trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, I forgot to mention that I got a tinsey membership at a medical school (in their fitness facility) here about a mile down the road. So it's super close, super cheap, and super secluded. It is small, but I really don't like big gyms or the hype that comes with it. So that's where I got the aerobics idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-8755530573187661858?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8755530573187661858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=8755530573187661858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8755530573187661858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8755530573187661858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-8437806048946737823</id><published>2008-09-07T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:26:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price is Worth the Prize</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I thought maybe some of my family or local friends keep up on my weightloss blog. Lately, I've been getting a lot of feed back. I'm kind of embarrased, but also really impressed that so many people are cheering me on. THANKS YOU GUYS!!! I guess I should start taking pictures after my make up is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've lost five more pounds and I finally, let me say that again, FINALLY, found my groove. I've found a few treasures that really left a lasting impression. Maybe sometime when it's not midnight, I'll go into that more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I made cookies tonight for some friends and family and I can honestly say I ate a small portion and stopped. Not because I felt guilty, but because I was truly done eating. What an amazing feeling of peace and just happiness to have my cake (cookie) and eat it too. So this is why I haven't given up yet. Losing the weight has been more than just pounds, it's been entirely exhausting and has really stretched my determination and tested my desire. But I found something out these past months: I really truly want to be healthy. I want to be in inpecable shape not because it looks good, but because it feels good. It feels good to feel your heart beating. It feels good to know you are nourishing your body with good food. It feels good to run up and down the field, or around the block. It feels good to feel good. This is something I did not understand 10 years ago when I was suffering from an eating disorder. Let me tell you something: there is a right way to do things and there is a wrong way to do things. Do it the right way, even if it's hard. Even if it takes a LLLLLLLOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGG time. Look at me, ten years. But that's ten years behind me and yeah, I still have more to work on, but that's ten years done the right way, never needs to be worked through again. And now I have the rest of my life to live as full as I can live. But I guess it's more than that, it's eternity I can build upon. That's pretty cool. My sister sent me this quote that I think is awesome: "the price is worth the prize".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-8437806048946737823?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8437806048946737823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=8437806048946737823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8437806048946737823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/8437806048946737823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-still-here.html' title='The Price is Worth the Prize'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7249062116498969865</id><published>2008-07-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:35:42.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud fest earlier this year...tom and I LOVE fun runs'/><title type='text'>Tip #2 THE E-WORD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SI8OQdC-6nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8b0lBLcbMoY/s1600-h/IMG_2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228413368238271090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SI8OQdC-6nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8b0lBLcbMoY/s200/IMG_2773.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise...the most important meal of the day. Alright, so this is a doosey for me to keep consistent. You would be so impressed that I actually got up to running three miles. Yeah, well...then I stoped running consistently and now I'm back to ONE great mile. Oh wait, then I was out on the road yesterday and rolled my ankle. I guess I'm back to ZERO great miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I feel completely inadequate to post a tip on exercise because of my recent track record, I'll tell ya what worked for my first kid and what I've learned since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Find a passion...or at least enjoyable. I just happen to love running (most days of the week). If you don't like running, bag it. My sister was the queen of speed walking and could out walk my run. My sister in law loves a good home video. I also love dancing and could dance all night if given the chance or at least a good class of step/dance aerobics. I also worked with a gal that swam every single morning for an hour. So you see? Just go for it. Try it all. Yoga, Polo, Soccer, Kayaking. Get out and be creative. On time I set up an obstacle course in my basement because I got sick of the same old. That was really fun to set PR's or see how many times I could run it before the buzzer went off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Make it enjoyable. If I can't squeeze in a work out (let's face it, it's tough) I'll take the kids to the park and run around with them. You'll be suprised how hard it is to keep up to those little legs. I'll also turn on some tunes and hoe down on cleaning my house (make sure you are curteous to those around you). We also have a family bike ride every Saturday morning which I love, love love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have more ideas on exercise, but the kids need me now. Good luck and remember give your heart 20 minutes of good blood pumping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7249062116498969865?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7249062116498969865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7249062116498969865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7249062116498969865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7249062116498969865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/tip-2-e-word.html' title='Tip #2 THE E-WORD!'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SI8OQdC-6nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8b0lBLcbMoY/s72-c/IMG_2773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5795476930472686203</id><published>2008-07-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:31:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhOoPS! TIp #1 Abs are made in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I went off about why I was posting some weightloss tips and then didn't post anything. THat would be my mommy brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIP #1: it's all in what/how you eat.  If you are struggling to do both healthy eating and exercise routine, or feel overwhelmed with both I would recommend that you focus your main efforts on what you are eating and HOW you are eating first and then gradually integrate exercise. If you are okay with both, great on ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that the biggest change will come if you hit the trail running. While it's a huge part of weightloss, many people spin their wheels because they haven't gotten a firm grim on their eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT ABS ARE MADE IN THE KITCHEN NOT THE GYM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into a lot of detail, here's what I suggest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS on your ability to gauge Satisfying over FULL. You need NEVER feel FULL. We are not like cars that need to be filled up to the brim with gas. Moderate yourself. The more and longer you work on feeling satisfied (and not eating past that) the better control you will have over your "problem" foods, more self confidence that equals a longer ability to stick with your new health habits, and freedom in the foods you can eat. Not to mention a smaller waist line as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. GO GREEN...and BROWN one step at a time. Fresh produce and whole grains please! Your body will thank you. I eat whole grains in most of my diet and I've seen at big difference. I've also incorporated foods void of hydrogenated oils and high fructose corn syrup. BUT, you make your own improvements on your own time.  There's always progress you can make with how healthy you are or become, but the idea is to improve the quality of your food to a level you can handle. DON'T do more, become fanatic or obess... you won't be able to stick to it and end up feeling hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LIVE YOUR LIFE. I call this tip the 80/20 rule in maintaining and 90/10 in weightloss. 80% of your day, week, whatever is healthy, great, etc. 20% of your day, week, whatever of what you eat is LIVING. Have a sweet, or hot dog, or junkie junk. It's called life folks and we all live in it; just don't let the margin become the page. YOUR BODY CAN HANDLE IT AS LONG AS YOU CAN HANDLE YOUR BODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it of the food/eating basics. oh also, don't go hungry. Don't skip meals or graze all day. that's stupid. give your body reliable times it can count on to get a fully dose of nutrients and a chance to feel satisfied; chemically that's very important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5795476930472686203?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5795476930472686203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5795476930472686203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5795476930472686203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5795476930472686203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoops-tip-1-abs-are-made-in-kitchen.html' title='WhOoPS! TIp #1 Abs are made in the kitchen'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5765480033868007128</id><published>2008-06-25T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:58:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The basics in serious weightloss</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start a series of tips for basic weightloss. I was reading on Katie E.'s blog (hope you don't mind Katie) and I was inspired by how many women are serious about losing  weight. While my experience working in Gyms deters me from the confidence I should have as a weightloss counselor/trainer(the long and short of that comment is: if client don't lose weight they point a finger to you AND gyms and weightloss centers are all commercial), I think I could really help people make good choices in long term weightloss. That is why I'm gonna give the Basics for losing weight as I've experienced in  my life and studied. Just for those who wonder where I'm getting my info: I've graduated a BS degree in Health Sciences (Nutrition, Exercise Phys, Weightloss Fitness, Recreational Leadership, Lifetime Wellness). I've also worked as a Personal Trainer for 3 years and Weightloss Counselor for one. I really need to brush up on things, but it's a good base to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go, oh and this week was a great week for me. My shorts are fitting just the way I've been expecting all these long months.IT PAYS OFF LADIES, KEEP EATING GOOD!!! 80/20!!! Hopefully, only ten more pounds to go and a serious resistance routine to shape out those curves we were all born with. LIKE ZONKS SCOOBS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5765480033868007128?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5765480033868007128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5765480033868007128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5765480033868007128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5765480033868007128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/basics.html' title='The basics in serious weightloss'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5761479252884448439</id><published>2008-06-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:48:58.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hanging on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SFkuYXVlu3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/f9XGES4kimw/s1600-h/IMG_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213249039774366578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SFkuYXVlu3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/f9XGES4kimw/s200/IMG_3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't published much lately, but there really hasn't been much to publish on the weightloss side. I'm still truckin' and there has been some improvement, but I keep forgetting to take a picture so until then, here's the only thing I got on camera. No, I'm not proud of it, but it shows the truth of the situation. I'm still eating well, but the exercise is REALLY hard folks. I'm not that motivated because I'm so tired all day. My kids wake up 2-4 times between the two of them. So, I'll get to sleep at, say, 11pm then Paul wakes up at 1am, then Lydia at 2, then Paul at 4, then Lydia at 6, and then Tom goes to work and the day is started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's what I bargained for, but it is still tough to get my booty out on the road. Not to mention all the other things that get in the way....what is that called, Life?! I better just find out how to work exercise in otherwise I'll never do it. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5761479252884448439?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5761479252884448439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5761479252884448439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5761479252884448439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5761479252884448439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-hanging-on.html' title='Just hanging on'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SFkuYXVlu3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/f9XGES4kimw/s72-c/IMG_3223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7793382580735412976</id><published>2008-05-20T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:27:59.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom suprised me with this very healthy and yuumy meal'/><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SDOIgFl-OPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KjLR2MEs_X8/s1600-h/IMG_2948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202652079381690610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SDOIgFl-OPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KjLR2MEs_X8/s200/IMG_2948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well life has been very crazy and I've had no time for blogging. I have had time for continuing my fitness quest. Although I don't have a picture you will be very proud to know I have kept up my efforts. If there is anything I can say it is: JUST KEEP SWIMMING! (you know the Dorrie line from Finding Nemo...well my sisters get it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the weight is finally coming off, although I've got plenty of "softness" all over, and even if it's not a ton, it's still something. What week is this?... like 200 thousand?! It feels like it, but still I haven't given up, or given in to being hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the thing I'm doing: making this a lifestyle. No fast gimmicks, or watching calories, or killing myself to get to the gym. I eat healthy about 85-90% of my day and I choose a little sweet at the end of my dinner meal...cuz I absolutely need it (thanks to Amy I know enjoy a few chocolate chips). I try to get exercise at least 20 mins 3 days a week...yes walks count but only if both kids are in the stroller folks! I look forward to the weekends, to me they symbolize togetherness; not only with my family but with Tommy and sometimes some friends. So I enjoy myself the best way I know how: have my cake and eat it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ya go, not fast, but very effective since I'm still sticking to it. And hey in twelve weeks I've lost 8 pounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7793382580735412976?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7793382580735412976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7793382580735412976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7793382580735412976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7793382580735412976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SDOIgFl-OPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KjLR2MEs_X8/s72-c/IMG_2948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6169739556178231520</id><published>2008-05-06T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:22:19.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly center city plaza'/><title type='text'>Stopping the Domino Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SCEDTqCtJ9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/sObMMU-HdzY/s1600-h/april+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197439081200297938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SCEDTqCtJ9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/sObMMU-HdzY/s320/april+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am alive and truckin' along. Life has been so crazy. Paul and Lyddie think they need to be waking up multiple time during the night; ah, I needed a night job anyway. So formal exercise has taken a back seat. Robbie taught be a great lesson: sleep first, exercise second. It's not an excuse I truly want to be healthy,not just thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; With that being said, I continue to battle my weight. I don't want this to be an on-going domino effect in my life so I have been working on my eating habits.You would be really proud of me I really am laying off the sweets. Robbie and I have a deal sweets on the weekends or a special occasion that pops up. It's been a chore, but well worth it at the end of the night, especially when I'm craving all sorts of bad things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well there goes Paul, I better go. I went to the Doc today and the scale said no big difference. So, sad, but that's life. Just keep working on it, that's all I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6169739556178231520?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6169739556178231520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6169739556178231520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6169739556178231520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6169739556178231520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/05/stopping-domino-effect.html' title='Stopping the Domino Effect'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SCEDTqCtJ9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/sObMMU-HdzY/s72-c/april+2008+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-4110326664749911069</id><published>2008-04-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:55:33.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little moments'/><title type='text'>Binky Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuKCtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/4aKe_sd0pGw/s1600-h/IMG_2853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895798839584642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuKCtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/4aKe_sd0pGw/s320/IMG_2853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuaCtJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5BSq0_kokpg/s1600-h/IMG_2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895803134551954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuaCtJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5BSq0_kokpg/s320/IMG_2855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuqCtJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EbqLbNxIMeY/s1600-h/IMG_2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895807429519266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuqCtJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EbqLbNxIMeY/s320/IMG_2856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1Ru6CtJ7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/TxvYbq9nXpc/s1600-h/IMG_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895811724486578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1Ru6CtJ7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/TxvYbq9nXpc/s320/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RvaCtJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vI804LqMrbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895820314421186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RvaCtJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vI804LqMrbQ/s320/IMG_2858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stealing binkies in this home is a felon. Unfortunately those who don't have the ability to commit the crime also don't have the ability to stop the act or at least fight back. That, however, does not extinguish the will to try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul was so taken by the camera he didn't see his sister coming. He has such a determination. He actually propelled himself forward onto his sister. I decided to keep out of it and catch it on camera. Lydia is actually laughing in this last picture as she thinks this is a great game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-4110326664749911069?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4110326664749911069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=4110326664749911069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4110326664749911069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4110326664749911069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/binky-wars.html' title='Binky Wars'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1RuKCtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/4aKe_sd0pGw/s72-c/IMG_2853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5225718545549242847</id><published>2008-04-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:34:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does the Elephant say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1Nn6CtJyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ujFYeml8_ak/s1600-h/IMG_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191891293418891042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1Nn6CtJyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ujFYeml8_ak/s320/IMG_2852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day at the zoo. Yes, that is Lydia growling at the camera. Even though our nearly two year old knows almost all the sounds of the zoo animals, when she had the opportunity to see them in the flesh all she could do was growl and roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Paul was just glad we slathered on the sunscreen and brought that cute little hat. He did however love the peacock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5225718545549242847?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5225718545549242847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5225718545549242847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5225718545549242847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5225718545549242847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-does-elephant-say.html' title='What does the Elephant say?'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SA1Nn6CtJyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ujFYeml8_ak/s72-c/IMG_2852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-5649527744029602907</id><published>2008-04-21T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:28:31.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom's brilliant Idea</title><content type='html'>This box with the "x" will take you to the website...&lt;a href="http://www.ultrahike.com/home.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ultrahike.com/home.htm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom's brilliant idea this year is to run/hike the "Bald Eagle Mountain Megatransect". If that doesn't sound scary, I don't know what does. Basically you are trying to run 25 miles of mountain. So, all you marathoners that just need a little more cut throat in your run...check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do it if Tom wants to, otherwise I'm great with just another family fun run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way you can check out our family fun run at my weightloss blog. I have a lot of pics of our family so I try not to post the same events on all one blog. However, you will find most of our bigger events on our family main page. What you'll find on the weightloss blog are family fitness n' fun events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-5649527744029602907?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5649527744029602907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=5649527744029602907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5649527744029602907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/5649527744029602907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/toms-brilliant-idea.html' title='Tom&apos;s brilliant Idea'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-579025126191005466</id><published>2008-04-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:57:57.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjvJIOTC1I/AAAAAAAAADM/vpx2o8uckAg/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190661510649809746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjvJIOTC1I/AAAAAAAAADM/vpx2o8uckAg/s320/mom+and+lydia+193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjvKIOTC2I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ql0fKbu0OE0/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190661527829678946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjvKIOTC2I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ql0fKbu0OE0/s320/mom+and+lydia+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjuH4OTCyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fY2h7Yq4bDk/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190660389663345442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjuH4OTCyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fY2h7Yq4bDk/s320/mom+and+lydia+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjuIYOTCzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bx1ykGduLE0/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190660398253280050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjuIYOTCzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bx1ykGduLE0/s320/mom+and+lydia+192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey for all ya who haven't been to Philly here's a taste sampler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lingo: "hot minute", "what's this John?"...used instead of "what's this stuff, or what's this", "you's guys", "harrible", "right" used instead of "like"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places to eat: Doyle's Deli, Wawa has good cheesesteaks...I tried Geno's but it's only good with the wiz, Paul Revere Pizza and Acropolis, Reading Terminal Market...featured in National Treasure and fun to see what the Amish are selling (bread and fruit above).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places for Kids: Philly Zoo, Smith Playhouse, THE OCEAN...but that's located in NJ, IKEA, Fairmount Park if you want to take a run and then let the kids play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places for Lovers: Anywhere in Center City at night, it's very romantic and pretty safe as long as you stay in the square, Regional Cafe...such good pastries.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-579025126191005466?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/579025126191005466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=579025126191005466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/579025126191005466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/579025126191005466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/philly.html' title='Philly'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjvJIOTC1I/AAAAAAAAADM/vpx2o8uckAg/s72-c/mom+and+lydia+193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-3187700836417446601</id><published>2008-04-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:38:36.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aren&apos;t we cute'/><title type='text'>Shout to My Sistahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjpm4OTCwI/AAAAAAAAACk/6mYGoDR23nk/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjpnYOTCxI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjD9CYtrOjA/s1600-h/mom+and+lydia+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190655433271085842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjpnYOTCxI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjD9CYtrOjA/s320/mom+and+lydia+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters and I are always trying to eat better, encourage each other in exercising and best of all, justifying that little bit of sugar none of us can truly give up. They are my inspiration to do better, to talk kinder, and walk a little taller...or put another five minutes into my workout. If I am a lady it is because of my mom. If I'm not such that lady it's because of my brother. And if I am just me, without pretense, it's because of my sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had more pictures of them, but when you are at home you don't think to take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,I'm thinking of my wonderful best friends called, my sisters. It seems when one goes up we all go up and when one goes down we all take a hit. Here's to my gals to let them know I'm thinking of them today and maybe I miss them like I miss REAL cinnamon bears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys and remember it's Friday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-3187700836417446601?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3187700836417446601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=3187700836417446601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3187700836417446601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3187700836417446601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/shout-to-my-sistahs.html' title='Shout to My Sistahs'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SAjpnYOTCxI/AAAAAAAAACs/CjD9CYtrOjA/s72-c/mom+and+lydia+187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-4096356729681548664</id><published>2008-04-15T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:39:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv8YOTCtI/AAAAAAAAACM/fo8LmjHuxjI/s1600-h/April+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466122467085010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv8YOTCtI/AAAAAAAAACM/fo8LmjHuxjI/s320/April+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv9IOTCuI/AAAAAAAAACU/So8BkSCfWvg/s1600-h/April+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466135351986914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv9IOTCuI/AAAAAAAAACU/So8BkSCfWvg/s320/April+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv9YOTCvI/AAAAAAAAACc/QWKJXVNKeAo/s1600-h/April+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466139646954226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv9YOTCvI/AAAAAAAAACc/QWKJXVNKeAo/s320/April+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Date- Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to forgo the movie and decided to go get some fresh air. It was a lot of fun. This summer we are going to see how many movies we won't see by doing other things outside instead. When I say movies I don't mean theater or cinema. I'm talking regular old net flicks or borrowing one from the neighbor saga because there's "nothing else to do" routine. It is entertaining, but for me at the end of the movie I feel like I just wasted 1.5 hours of my life, unless it is a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against movies. One from time to time isn't a bad way to go, but when you "have" to watch one every week, you know you are just plain lazy. That being said, Tom and I have been way too lazy and it's time we actually do what we say we enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics: kids ready for a run, deer on the trail, done with the run...I know I look how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-4096356729681548664?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4096356729681548664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=4096356729681548664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4096356729681548664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/4096356729681548664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-run.html' title='Family Run'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASv8YOTCtI/AAAAAAAAACM/fo8LmjHuxjI/s72-c/April+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6430177421164938680</id><published>2008-04-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:25:11.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain of Slow Weightloss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASsp4OTCsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mCdDXhaun0Q/s1600-h/April+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189462506104621762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASsp4OTCsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mCdDXhaun0Q/s320/April+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee wiz, I sure am taking the long boat to no where it feels. Oh well, I guess I'll just keep truckin'. In the mean time we could all enjoy a little spring. These are some pop-corn-popping on the apricot tree-trees I run by each time I go out. At least if running isn't productive, it sure is entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next week and keep up the good efforts I know it will pay off sooner than it feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6430177421164938680?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6430177421164938680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6430177421164938680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6430177421164938680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6430177421164938680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-of-slow-weightloss.html' title='The Pain of Slow Weightloss'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/SASsp4OTCsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mCdDXhaun0Q/s72-c/April+2008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-1125040226363672868</id><published>2008-04-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:40:24.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom overcoming his brick wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just ran 9miles through back country. He&apos;s my inspiration not to mention extremely good looking'/><title type='text'>Brick Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_wr6jKjggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5urNj99sDCY/s1600-h/IMG_2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187069155695886850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_wr6jKjggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5urNj99sDCY/s320/IMG_2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These weeks are seeming to pass all too quickly, sorry I haven't up-dated in so long. I'm starting to wonder if there is a mental cycle you go through in trying to lose weight. My first two weeks were awesome, three hit a little harder, week four and five were...well, they weren't awesome. I think I hit some pretty hard walls there. Maybe this is where many people give up on their attempt to loose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up that easy. Here's a motivational quote for all you die hard ladies who are battling the bulge (especially you mothers who find working out almost impossible): "Brick walls are there to prove how much you want something". Just remember that the next time you think how hard those pounds are to come off.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm having a rough go. It helps to talk to my family(since we are mostly girls anyhow) and my husband. He's pretty bad at admitting I have any weight to lose, but is really good at supporting me through my ups and downs. I also like having a friend who has the upper hand on health and fitness(she is a perfect example of staying fit as a fiddle while being realistic and keeping life balanced). She helps keep me motivated and sympathizes with my current situation. Having that kind of support web is crucial to my success. Thanks homies!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-1125040226363672868?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1125040226363672868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=1125040226363672868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1125040226363672868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1125040226363672868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-five.html' title='Brick Walls'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_wr6jKjggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5urNj99sDCY/s72-c/IMG_2784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-1076073912863600990</id><published>2008-03-30T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:40:55.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I thought Lydia eating strawberries and choc is a good picture of enjoying food without going over board'/><title type='text'>Week Three-Moderation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_A_yjKjgdI/AAAAAAAAABc/IPKBUXMQTdY/s1600-h/spring+break+march+2008+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183713308768960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_A_yjKjgdI/AAAAAAAAABc/IPKBUXMQTdY/s320/spring+break+march+2008+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something. Sometimes you have a hard day...other times you have a hard week. Last week kind of reminded me of skipping backwards pregnant. I totally forgot to post my new picture last monday because I didn't workout, because I can't even remember right now, but I'm sure it was a good reason and the rest of the week was a mere struggle to survive...health wise anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, lesson learned: some weeks you feel like you are moving in reverse, ruining everything you worked for in previous weeks. When I feel like that (this last week) I choose something to focus on and let the other balls drop. At least I feel like I didn't loose it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was very fun and very busy. I spent the first half of the week at a cottage on a river with my in-laws (thanks again Aunt Dorothy!). It was so much fun and great food (and my personal contribution of candy..yummy candy) that it was hard to stick to EVERYTHING. So I chose just one thing to focus on so I could enjoy the trip and not feel guilty; since I don't think you should feel guilty for enjoying a vacation. Moderation (it's the most important to my weightloss).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate and enjoyed every bit of it. I really tried to be moderate in my sweet intake. I'm not glowing with great results, but I didn't go overboard either. I feel like I can pick it back up this week and that's what healthy lifestyle is all about to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOO, great for me...I had a dumpy week as far as working out and eating lots o' treats (my husband and I love a good yummy in the evenings which helped thwart the end of the week), but I tried really hard to be moderate and at least right now at this moment I'm not crying for feeling guilty, or sick to my stomach from mindless eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO Fourth Week, I promise to post my pic tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-1076073912863600990?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1076073912863600990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=1076073912863600990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1076073912863600990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/1076073912863600990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-two-moderation.html' title='Week Three-Moderation'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R_A_yjKjgdI/AAAAAAAAABc/IPKBUXMQTdY/s72-c/spring+break+march+2008+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-551221462471730277</id><published>2008-03-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:55:58.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Good Friday, almost Easter. Truly the Saviour died so we can live. And not only live, but change! I'm trying to change for good. To truly incorporate good habits and be healthy my whole life. True, I'm slow and change is one at a time, but better late than never. Besides, if the whole truth came out I'd say that in these last 10 years my health and habits have changed from night to day. It's possible to change; you have set backs but that doesn't mean you aren't changing. Seek the best things in life. Seek Christ. He died so we can live and be happy. It takes work and is hard, but entirely possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-551221462471730277?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/551221462471730277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=551221462471730277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/551221462471730277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/551221462471730277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-6271500020484972763</id><published>2008-03-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:54:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/volumes/mike/openphoto_dot_net/2002_5_28_211_0_OPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net/volumes/mike/openphoto_dot_net/2002_5_28_211_0_OPL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to take a poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional eater? Yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am when I'm either overwhelmed with decisions or things to get done and also when my baby cries unconsolably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you eat? Why do you choose eating? How do you feel? What outlets have you found to replace eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think emotional eating is one of the big factors that make woman feel hopeless about weightloss. No matter what you do, it's seems a re-occuring battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer these questions myself:&lt;br /&gt;1.Yes, although I'm not as bad as I used to be&lt;br /&gt;2. answered above&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not sure, but it's always there whereas a treadmill isn't and I can't just take off and run&lt;br /&gt;4. I think I go numb because it never tastes as good and I go through it faster than if I'm eating just for fun&lt;br /&gt;5. I love going to the Y and pounding out my frustrations, and cleaning my house is a quick fix although sometimes it seems useless with a two year old, turning on music. try pandora.com it's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-6271500020484972763?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6271500020484972763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=6271500020484972763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6271500020484972763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/6271500020484972763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotional-eating.html' title='Emotional Eating'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-7882084988275001355</id><published>2008-03-17T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:12:35.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy what you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R98kWe2wcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGr_sIZHNJQ/s1600-h/spring+break+march+2008+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178898065157812530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R98kWe2wcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGr_sIZHNJQ/s320/spring+break+march+2008+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms are shakin, my buns a burnin', but I'm feeling so good. "You know I feel like Dancin'." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom asked that I make him a personalized menu plan for losing weight with meals to meet his caloric needs included so it wouldn't be so hard keeping track of calories. Wouldn't that be the life?So, for FHE all of us got a personalized food track, as our family named it, the food budget. After all my calc.'s it ended up to be more food than I thought. I guess we eat more junk than I realized. I haven't even come close to my grains and protein, but I'm doing great on my "discretionary calories". Infact, I may sometimes go over....heh, heh. What can you do when you have screaming children? EAT MORE CHOCOLATE!!! Maybe there's some work there...just maybe. Yeah, but I'm not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of something I thought of as I worked out today: "If you aren't enjoying it, don't do it, it's not going to work." And&lt;br /&gt;"Love your body. Feed it enough. If you are hungry, eat. 'Let your body know, it can let it go' ."&lt;br /&gt;I think too many women feel they can't eat anything in order to lose weight or they have to feel a certain amount of hunger. That's not only lame, but completely untrue. The more you don't eat the less you'll burn. Love your body, enjoy life. Enjoy exercising it should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps that's my husband enjoying a little jaunt on the beach with the kids, it was really fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-7882084988275001355?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7882084988275001355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=7882084988275001355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7882084988275001355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/7882084988275001355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/enjoy-what-you-do.html' title='Enjoy what you do'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nih3sXjIhHw/R98kWe2wcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGr_sIZHNJQ/s72-c/spring+break+march+2008+173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-3650157162954437870</id><published>2008-03-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:06:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated</title><content type='html'>This blog is indirectly dedicated to anyone who gets frustrated with losing weight, especially mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly dedicated to Thomas Paul, my husband, he has been the greatest strength in my life. I don't think he even knows how beautiful he makes me feel. Also, to my dawgs. You guys are the greatest family a girl like me could ask for, I miss each one of you every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-3650157162954437870?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3650157162954437870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=3650157162954437870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3650157162954437870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/3650157162954437870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/dedicated.html' title='Dedicated'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576023090824901931.post-2407086455118004670</id><published>2008-03-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:25:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the teeniemama blog</title><content type='html'>I've created this blog for a couple of different reasons. First, because I just had my second child and I need to loose the baby weight. Second, there are a lot of mothers out there that feel hopeless about weightloss. Third, this is my way of supporting my sister, hopefully she can feel my love even if we are thousands of miles apart. And lastly, I want to be a Personal Trainer some day. I don't want to work anywhere, home is where I belong, but I want to do it for myself. This is my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576023090824901931-2407086455118004670?l=teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2407086455118004670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576023090824901931&amp;postID=2407086455118004670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/2407086455118004670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576023090824901931/posts/default/2407086455118004670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teeniemamabigphilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/teeniemama-blog.html' title='the teeniemama blog'/><author><name>teeniemama-my nickname was teenie growing up and I'm also a mama of two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525218390218468737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
