<?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-7362042760872622621</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:22:25.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh Bear</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all good Baby because I am a Hunny!
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&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wu3uuz5/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-9125047656021281490</id><published>2008-04-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:44:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does that clock say...6AM?</title><content type='html'>Today was my first morning not having to wake up at 3:40 or earlier in the past 7 weeks. I did wake up and did a little cardio before going to work which made me feel good. I worked out last night good with my BFf-Beth. I feel upset now if I don't sweat and I sweat last night and this AM. I also got to eat more types of food yesterday and it almost makes you feel even better when you eat healthy food because you MADE that choice and not THAT WAS your choice. In Jan. Even Feb I could eat a whole 6in subway, a bag of chips, a big soda and immediately look for a cookie or something else because I would still be unsatisfied but yesterday (and I have a witness) I had HALF of a 6in turkey sub, wheat bread, and lots of veggies---so I had 3in sub and 4 pretzels sticks and I was so full that I didn't think of eating again til 3 hours later. Which was perfect because I needed to eat something again to keep my metabolism running. I miss April, Niki, and Master Chief! I want to go and at least sit in the sauna so I can chit chat with them but they are separated now...=( I will admit that I was thinking that they might bring me back and I was pumped to get back in the race.....However when I thought that I would have been placed with O.C.M.C and GI then I thought to myself, " I am happy where I am" It is no offense to them- they have been nice to me the whole time but like the Final Four will say- when you trust and grow accustomed to one thing for so long- you will resist the UNFAMILIAR! I guess that is why starting a diet is so hard--ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-9125047656021281490?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/9125047656021281490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=9125047656021281490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9125047656021281490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9125047656021281490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-does-that-clock-say6am.html' title='What does that clock say...6AM?'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8350429596130446886</id><published>2008-04-08T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:56:07.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I went all day last night! I got up for early morning routine, I went to work til 5PM - worked out till 7:30 and I indulged myself with a massage. Point is I started my day @ 4:45 Am and did not step foot into my "aunt's" house until 9:15PM and had great plans to grab a glass of water and go to bed by 9:30. Got in the house and my "cousin" , ( my bug) comes running up- "I need to go to Walmart right now!" She needed stuff to decorate a cake for art project that was due today!~ So here I am with my dreams of sleep flying out the window on our way to Walmart to get frosting, mini chocolate doughnuts, and licorice whips for her big yellow cake that she carved in the shape of a skateboard- We needed the licorice whips for the axles and the donuts were the wheels. We got back and I am shouting her suggestions how to ice the cake from across the room because I can feel my eye twitching at the smell and close proximity of cut off pieces of cake, icing, and mulituple of sprinkles.  OF course- she is having a hard time doing it and is starting to get discouraged because it does not look the way that she pictured it.  Again- so here I am @ 11:30 PM icing all over my hands, doughnuts---chocolate doughnuts sitting under my nose, and big chunks of cake taunting me- I didn't put anything in my mouth- she made sure of that.  But we got the cake done- it turned out very cute- she did a great job and she is very creative.  But I didn't go to bed until midnight- fell asleep around 12:30 and got up @ 3:45- so much for sleep.  Today is not a good day-&lt;br /&gt;I just want something new to eat- I promise I will go work out- I promise to drink all my water, I'll even promise to eat vegetables- can I just eat an open face sandwich? maybe a half of a baked potato with light toppings, or how about red meat!  NO FISH IT IS ___STUPID STUPID FISH!!!!! NExt time I really go fishing I am going with a SHOTGUN! AND LET THEM KNOW WHAT I REALLY THINK OF THERE SPECIES!  I need a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8350429596130446886?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8350429596130446886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8350429596130446886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8350429596130446886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8350429596130446886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-55334875252884627</id><published>2008-04-07T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:36:03.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUD SCREAM</title><content type='html'>Seriously! This waiting thing is driving me crazy! I have to spend extra time at the office today- which does not happen often. Another thing that does not happen often was we got a new nurse manager. SO the staff got a meet-and-great meal- There again are danishes, BIG muffins- blueberry and chocolate, mini cinnamon rolls with icing, fruit and crackers with the most scrumptious looking cheese spread of pepper jack cheese with spices in it. I CAN'T HAVE A BITE OF IT BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE WON'T TELL ME WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ON WEDNESDAY! I about to break and get 1 cracker with some cheese on it and my phone rings- I look and it's the radio station- I flipped open the phone so fast..." Hello- this is Stacey!" ......"Hi is this Niki?" " No..This is Pooh Bear..." "Oh, I;m sorry Pooh Bear- I didn't mean to call you...I can't talk to you YET" The Yet is what kept me from my cracker. It's one cracker people! Come ON! IF this whole thing is just a tease then K&amp; K owe me some CHEESE AND CRACKERS (and some cold white wine) oh yeah I can't see the screen because my eyes just rolled into the back of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-55334875252884627?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/55334875252884627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=55334875252884627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/55334875252884627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/55334875252884627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/loud-scream.html' title='LOUD SCREAM'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1534058246076436839</id><published>2008-04-06T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:22:51.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin out with my bug</title><content type='html'>I have a releaxing day with my cousin/ little one that I have watched since she was 4 and now is is 14.  She is my Mini-me and my cutie bug.  She asked me if I still had to do my blogs and I told her no but I like to because I still feel a part of the competition- I am still exercsiign pretty well, I still doing my diet, and I still try to push the girls.  Actually they don't really need pushing but I encourage them because I know that they'll make it and it always made me feel better when they encouraged me.  I plan on sticking my weights on ans cleaning the house and maybe go for a run tonight.  I can't wait to see what happens Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1534058246076436839?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1534058246076436839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1534058246076436839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1534058246076436839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1534058246076436839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hangin-out-with-my-bug.html' title='Hangin out with my bug'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3658685767373315420</id><published>2008-04-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:13:39.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANother note to self</title><content type='html'>DO not take your multivitamins before or over an hour after you have eaten.....you will get sick and you will throw up or wish you had! THe end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3658685767373315420?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3658685767373315420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3658685767373315420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3658685767373315420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3658685767373315420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-note-to-self.html' title='ANother note to self'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1950409185728048801</id><published>2008-04-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:49:14.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Bad</title><content type='html'>I thought that this morning would be really bad since it sucked this morning! I was first late for my workout- and I couldn't do everything that I wanted because I had to get ready for work. I didn't have enough time to do all my paperwork- that means weekend homework. Then on my way to my first patient- I was driving on I-240 and hydroplaned ( I wasn't doing anything stupid like texting or cell while driving, I wasn't changing the radio or anything) I was just driving and the car started to slide towards the concrete border; I panicked and overcompensated and started sliding sideways across 2-3 lanes of traffic. My mind told me to look out my passenger window and see what kind of car was going to ram me to determine if I would live or not. But I couldn't I just kept my eyes straight forward and braced myself while I tried to pump my brakes and there came a white truck. I ended up heading with my fender to his driver side door. Thank God both of us were ok and little to almost no damage was done- I have no idea how. As I sat there on the side of the highway I thought- (Yeah losing 30lbs would be great since I could have been paraplegic or dead) Not to be over dramatic- the guy told me that he was glad that I collided with him- I would have gone down the embankment for sure and probably flipped my car- scary.  I got a ticket- not fair- I can't control the ponds on the highway- but I am still so thankful that no one was hurt.  The evening got better- my workout was great and challenging.  April did a full 5 minutes of the stairmaster! Go new happy feet!  Niki, of course, continues to kick a*@ as usual! and no I get to spend the weekend with my "Mini Me" - my little cousin whose is 13!  She's a sweetie!  Got to get ready for the rummage sale tomorrow morning- FAITH LUTHERAN CHURCH- Collierville TN.  I got rid of all my 16's shorts and capris and gonna get all new stuff! YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1950409185728048801?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1950409185728048801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1950409185728048801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1950409185728048801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1950409185728048801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-and-bad.html' title='Good and Bad'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5059408070476030181</id><published>2008-04-03T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:13:40.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!</title><content type='html'>No- not that I am craving...even though I dream of cheese stuffed crust pizza. But I am talking about healthy food. Master Chief told me that I was not eating enough food and that could have been what hurt me. I am eating my snacks in between to keep my metabolism up but it is my actual meals. I was only eating half of the amount of fish I was supposed to eat but the crazy thing is that I was getting full off of half!!!! That is a weird concept for me- I really wanted to learn proper portions and healthy choices b/c I knew before that I was eating WAY too much of the bad stuff, and now I can't even finish half of the protein that I should be eating.... Having your stomach shrink ROCKS!!!!  I am going to Wally WOrld today and buy a food scale- do things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Lunges makes my booty hurt....ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5059408070476030181?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5059408070476030181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5059408070476030181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5059408070476030181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5059408070476030181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/food.html' title='Food!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4618896161341222046</id><published>2008-04-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:54:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the BEAR attacks!</title><content type='html'>Naw- I'm just teasing! I feel great- I came, I sweat and I conquered! I will say that I kinda mad because I have been practicing my kicked out speech for the past 2-3weeks and when it is time to say it---I forgot! So I am going to do it again- the way I wanted to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karson: So Pooh Bear Stacey- you have been eliminated...How do you feel?&lt;/em&gt;ME: I am going to threaten to chug two 2-litter bottles of coke and send myself into a diabetic coma if they don't let me back in the gym! No- I'm good- I know I worked hard and I pushed myself further than I know I could ever push myself being alone so I couldn't be more proud of myself for being a LOSER- plus I'm HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is me doing my confessional farewell speech:&lt;br /&gt;( AHEM) I never thought I would ever make it this far- and I tried and tried and before I knew it - it was getting easier! I started this whole thing with a ROLLER COASTER self-esteem- with some pretty low points, plantar fasciitis, and a set path towards some pretty nasty medical issues in the future. Now I am so excited to say that in 1 month and a half- I went from a size 18-16 to a 12! I have a jaw bone again! My feet don't hurt anymore AT ALL and I feel so great about myself that I want to continue- and I can't wait to see what exciting and pleasant things my NEW future will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to just remember that the hardest thing is to just get started! That hardest thing is to say - "I am not going to wait until Monday- I am going to start RIGHT NOW!" &lt;br /&gt;And the best thing to do is..........BRING BACK THE BEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4618896161341222046?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4618896161341222046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4618896161341222046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4618896161341222046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4618896161341222046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-bear-attacks.html' title='When the BEAR attacks!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-6334217403833075450</id><published>2008-04-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:09:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't touch this!</title><content type='html'>I got to buy new scrubs soon! I feel like I am wearing MC Hammer pants. Can't touch this- doo doo dat do Can't this this! HA! Man this is still so crazy- there is no way that I could have told you on Valentine's day that I would be here now. I am pushing myself and pushing myself and I know I can do more! It may sound sappy but it is true....I owe a years of my life to Matt and Antionne- because I was told by the doctor on my annual check up months ago that I had scary cholesterol for my age and with my family history that if I didn't change that I would guaranteed to have diabetes by the time I am 30! Hearing that and your mind's first reaction is to accept it and get used to the idea of insulin shots instead of saying, "WAKE UP IDIOT!" That is not a good mind set to be in and I will never go to that again! In fact I fully plan to get rid of my fat clothes so if for some God awful reason I will have to go out and buy new fat clothes which will make me mad and force me to stay skinny--skinnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-6334217403833075450?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/6334217403833075450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=6334217403833075450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6334217403833075450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6334217403833075450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-touch-this.html' title='Can&apos;t touch this!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1718753214979769538</id><published>2008-03-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got your sexy back! Right here Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GxAHJ63VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9CfjR4iu1Ms/s1600-h/Stacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GxAHJ63VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9CfjR4iu1Ms/s400/Stacey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184119261558922578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before= SICK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GxAnJ63WI/AAAAAAAAACA/k1cvnwXR4y8/s1600-h/P3300119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GxAnJ63WI/AAAAAAAAACA/k1cvnwXR4y8/s400/P3300119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184119270148857186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GzrnJ63YI/AAAAAAAAACM/7sbiRkHnKCA/s1600-h/hot+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GzrnJ63YI/AAAAAAAAACM/7sbiRkHnKCA/s400/hot+top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184122207906487682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GztHJ63ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/vTc4iRf2AAA/s1600-h/Master+Chief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GztHJ63ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/vTc4iRf2AAA/s400/Master+Chief.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184122233676291474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1718753214979769538?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1718753214979769538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1718753214979769538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1718753214979769538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1718753214979769538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-your-sexy-back-right-here-baby.html' title='I got your sexy back! Right here Baby!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R_GxAHJ63VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9CfjR4iu1Ms/s72-c/Stacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4130224480289401143</id><published>2008-03-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:17:03.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeky Peek for Kennedy</title><content type='html'>HoT HoT HOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4130224480289401143?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4130224480289401143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4130224480289401143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4130224480289401143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4130224480289401143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/peeky-peek-for-kennedy.html' title='Peeky Peek for Kennedy'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3559394468247586414</id><published>2008-03-30T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:21:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to wear</title><content type='html'>Ya'll I tried to find something to wear for church today and I could not find anything that wasn't going to fall off me. I thought I had smaller khaki pants in the back of my closet and I thought to wear those. However when I pulled them out- they were 18 or 16's and I tried to find something at target and I got into 12 pants! 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! But i still ain't got no clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3559394468247586414?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3559394468247586414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3559394468247586414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3559394468247586414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3559394468247586414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-nothing-to-wear.html' title='I have nothing to wear'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-6223971236989088560</id><published>2008-03-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:40:46.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=14990374"&gt;Jesus Painter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=14990374&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Ya'll! I need to send out a big announcement! April 11, 2008 at Faith Lutheran Church, Collierville- we are having a big concert that I hope you will come to see with me. We are having "Lost and Found" and "Jesus Painter" come in one show- tickets are $20 per person. The show goes from 7-9 and it is going to be an awesome show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call the church at 901-853-4673 and ask for Pastor Morris&lt;br /&gt;or come see us @ 507 New Byhalia Rd Collierville, TN 38017 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is raising money for our mission trip this summer to Alaska were we will be completing a vacation bible school and summer sports - WE NEED EVERYONE SUPPORT TO HELP SHARE THE WORD WITH OTHERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-6223971236989088560?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/6223971236989088560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=6223971236989088560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6223971236989088560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6223971236989088560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-event.html' title='Big Event!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-621872319197629917</id><published>2008-03-29T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:24:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>I love thinking back about how far we (especially I) have all come! Before this whole thing started I thought walking on the treadmill @ 3.0 MPH for 10 minutes was tiresome. Now I am running @ 8.0 MPH? What? I could get out of breath walking up 3 flights of stairs- and weeks ago Odessa and I went from the basement to the 9Th floor and down 3 TIMES in 15 mins! I thought level 4 on the elliptical was changeling and now I am cruising at level 9! The best part is that I had mediocre self-esteem and now my hubby is introducing me as his Skinny Hot Wife! Heck Yeah- I turned into a trophy wife- SCORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-621872319197629917?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/621872319197629917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=621872319197629917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/621872319197629917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/621872319197629917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1917717476701285671</id><published>2008-03-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:25:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIm Hawkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IR5HWr9IIw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IR5HWr9IIw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this on TV tonight and it was so funny- sadly it does not have the whole   song on there- which sucks but it is really funny!  I still want a piece of pizza BTW but I had fish lettuce wraps instead with a little salsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1917717476701285671?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1917717476701285671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1917717476701285671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1917717476701285671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1917717476701285671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/tim-hawkins.html' title='TIm Hawkins'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-9097606692939494184</id><published>2008-03-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:10:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News this morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I caught a story on TV talking about how belly fat or obesity is connected with dementia.  The thing that I loved most about it is talking about how to take a waist to hip ratio.&lt;br /&gt;You measure the smallest point in your waist ( navel) and the largest area of your hips.   And then divide the numbers if you are a female that has 0.8 or less than you have a better chance of not getting obesity-related complication and diseases. The lady was saying that surprising if you are a larger pear shape you could be in better shapes according to this study than a stick rail girl who waist and hips are close to the same measurements. And I got a textbook pear/hourglass body!  So my message is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you stick cheerleaders who made fun of me and snickered at me all through high school - "Screw you Barbie- I least I'll know who I am when I am 80! HA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-9097606692939494184?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/9097606692939494184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=9097606692939494184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9097606692939494184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9097606692939494184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/news-this-morning.html' title='News this morning'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1331844322666087090</id><published>2008-03-26T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Image</title><content type='html'>I am very big on giving detailed images to help people know how I feel.  I won't just say that I am tired- I will say that I feel like I just got smacked with a 50lb bag of sand.  I came up with a new &lt;span&gt;description for this whole competition.  That you feel like you are on a week Marathon - you start out feeling great -get a little rest over the weekend and you try the best you can to kick it up on Monday and Tuesday like you are running towards the finish line.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182238826092485938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" height="328" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwXJ63TI/AAAAAAAAABo/oDhSNR9HDZ8/s400/baytobreakers-running2.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You just try the best you can cuz you know it doesn't matter if you finish first or last- You just got to finish HARD!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Wednesday morning comes and you did it- you crossed the finish line and you are safe and you feel so great that morning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.THEN...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182238830387453250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s400/fatigue-and-running.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.Your body wants to crash because you know that you have made your goal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOU GOT TO GET UP AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUN FUN FUN!  But this is giving me my life back, this will give me a better active life with my husband and this will help me look and feel great! I'm ready for the next race!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwXJ63TI/AAAAAAAAABo/oDhSNR9HDZ8/s1600-h/baytobreakers-running2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwXJ63TI/AAAAAAAAABo/oDhSNR9HDZ8/s1600-h/baytobreakers-running2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwnJ63UI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhJ1TAef2m0/s1600-h/fatigue-and-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1331844322666087090?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1331844322666087090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1331844322666087090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1331844322666087090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1331844322666087090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-image.html' title='New Image'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-sCwXJ63TI/AAAAAAAAABo/oDhSNR9HDZ8/s72-c/baytobreakers-running2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1630800966524745666</id><published>2008-03-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:11:53.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I was the biggest Loser for this week!  Did I really? Are you sure? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;- couldn't be.  I really did- I wanted to so bad! I really, really did.  I won't lie though I was kinda hoping to get a bigger difference between me and my other team mates but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  All of them worked really hard this week. I don't know why but the past couple days I have thought about how I would go to the youth night at church or when we were on mission trips- the kids would play football and I would not.  I wanted to play but I was too embarrassed because I knew I wasn't strong enough to throw the ball, I was too slow to try to catch the ball or the other kids and I was just plain told myself I was too out of shape to enjoy it.  I will never let that happen again- I may don't be the best at throwing or catching but I will never pass up a chance to have fun and burn calories again!  Even tonight has shown me that you can ache all over, you can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired and you just want to lie down but the hardest thing is getting to the gym and if you just do what is asked of you- you can do it - you just need to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone who voted for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1630800966524745666?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1630800966524745666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1630800966524745666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1630800966524745666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1630800966524745666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8696072614131460238</id><published>2008-03-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:16:17.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need it!</title><content type='html'>I need to lose 9 more lbs before my birthday! That's all I am focusing on! Yeah I might be sore and I might like the idea of sleeping in every now and then but I need 9 more lbs.  Cuz I know that I can get 20lbs by October. Shoot I am going to lose 20 more lbs by July so I can go to Alaska with my youth kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the Biggest Loser which I don't watch all the time but the food contest are funny.  The said avoid the worthless sugar foods like cotton candy and ice cream.  I was`just thinking of  ice cream! I dream of getting the little cup of chocolate ice cream with ONE chocolate chip or peanut butter cookie in it with a cherry on top.  And they are eating SUBWAY- what.  I would kill for an open face sandwich right now.  Well- I will take that back- the food cravings are only bad during the weekend.  Niki said it best and others have said that our society revolves around food and drinks. Going out to dinner, sport events, movies, even a game night with my buds- all have junk food or food that will keep my on the elliptical for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-Rah Pooh Bear! Ho - rah&lt;br /&gt;hi Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8696072614131460238?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8696072614131460238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8696072614131460238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8696072614131460238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8696072614131460238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-it.html' title='I need it!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8834280940766509053</id><published>2008-03-24T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-huPXJ63SI/AAAAAAAAABg/OxdtP--3bLU/s1600-h/cute+pooh.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181512581482470690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-huPXJ63SI/AAAAAAAAABg/OxdtP--3bLU/s400/cute+pooh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Laddy for getting my fire stirred up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a bigger note- my hubby is awesome! Just realizing that you are more than you thought you were- is an incredible experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say- I feel great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho-Rah Master Chief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8834280940766509053?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8834280940766509053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8834280940766509053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8834280940766509053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8834280940766509053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-you.html' title='To You!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R-huPXJ63SI/AAAAAAAAABg/OxdtP--3bLU/s72-c/cute+pooh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-7689150613531497375</id><published>2008-03-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:26:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Surprise, surprise hubby and I went to my parents house for Easter dinner.  I will not lie- they had ham, mashed potatoes, asparagus and my dad got DELI chocolate chunk cookies for dessert.  I have said it over and over again but I almost have to say it for myself but I did not cheat!  I even helped my mom clean up and I didn't lick my finger when I was washing  the potato bowl in the sink. I wanted to take a teeny tiny bite of hubby's cookie just to savor the taste but I went for a walk and I didn't have the urge anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the side note- if anyone knows my mother-in-law- I love her LOVE HER TO DEATH! But I am blessed that she is out of town during this competition.  She makes the BEST southern style food. We're talking biscuits and gravy, fried chicken, homemade mac-n-cheese, BIG dinner rolls, fried green tomatoes, and so on.  Raising three boys I understand but fried chicken with 4-5 starchy sides were a weekly tradition because it was the boys favorite.  Cuz you know when you are first dating someone that you really care about and their mother's favorite thing to do is cook- you have to sample everything or it would just be rude. right? I didn't know I would become addicted to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-7689150613531497375?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/7689150613531497375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=7689150613531497375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7689150613531497375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7689150613531497375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1251192049098608245</id><published>2008-03-23T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:48:49.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ ME!</title><content type='html'>SSSZZZSSZZS! Do you hear that? SSSZZZSSSSZZ! No, that is not the sound of bacon frying...that's the sound of the YOU hatin on me when I strut into church wearing a little dress that I haven't worn since 2004!  You can count it- it is 3 sizes smaller than what I wore last Easter!!  AND THE BEST PART IS IT IS NOT--NOT- A PLUS SIZE DRESS!  I am in a normal, regular, cute, doesn't my butt look good dress!  Bette Midler got in right in the movie "The First Wives Club" when she said about her dress.."It's better than new- I haven't worn it in years. Look at me I have a waist, I have legs, who knew?" Did I mention that I had to have my dad punch 4 new holes in my belt this weekend!  So now this competition is in a whole new meaning for me now.  Regardless of if my name gets called Wednesday or I walk away with my name on a check ( BTW I spell my first name with an "ey") I set out to get out of the plus sizes and I did.  So, try and push my buttons, go ahead and sling your mud, but no matter what anyone says or does..........I'm in it to win it and P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I already won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1251192049098608245?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1251192049098608245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1251192049098608245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1251192049098608245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1251192049098608245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/read-me.html' title='READ ME!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-2142885117154489033</id><published>2008-03-22T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:32:02.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUSH!</title><content type='html'>I have decided when you feel like you are being pushed then you grit your teeth, growl, and push back.  But what if it is your body that is pushing you?  I feel hungry then I take two bite of fish or veggies and my body says- "Oh, No Thank you!" and I don't feel hungry anymore.  I know I need to eat more but just can't put it in my mouth.  Then on top of that I have figured out that if I don't eat enough protein throughout the day or I go too long before eating than my moods goes for a violent swing.  We went to a BBQ today and I didn't cheat AT ALL! THey had the biggest burgers I have ever seen lately, but the burgers were not the biggest temptation- it was the potato salad and CHEESE DIP!  Do you hear my Kracken- I passed up CHEESE DIP! THere was even a cute little one who was maybe 4 or 5 yrs old and he went around and gave chocolate eggs to all the women and he was so sweet with his big teethy grin and when I declined he made a pouty face and said, " But mommy said that girls love candy" and held it out to me again.  I took it from him because no was not an option and when he went onto the next female- I quickly gave it to hubby.  I am so proud of myself for losing so much and I have so many people saying how proud they are of me but I am tired of the same food for lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea makes me feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-2142885117154489033?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/2142885117154489033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=2142885117154489033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2142885117154489033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2142885117154489033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/push.html' title='PUSH!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-7484336055397735734</id><published>2008-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:13:53.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real me!</title><content type='html'>Ok guys- I will be honest- last night was even harder than this morning- I thought I wanted to pound my head through the wall to avoid the pain.  Running on a treadmill at 7.0 mph is a new point of torture. My hubby had some friends in town and they were all meeting last night- I wanted to go so bad.  However I was so tired that I almost didn't eat dinner- I also knew that there would be pizza, chips, and cherry cokes ( my fav)- it didn't help that hubby didn't get home until 1 AM.  Well- I passed and sent my love and went to bed at my earliest ever 8:45 PM.  I was sound asleep and shook awake at 12:30 AM.  One of my best friends called sobbing- she had met her breaking point and didn't know who to call and needed help.  I know I could avoided the call, I could have said I 'll call you in the morning, but there is one thing about me.  My friends are treasured and my close friends are family and I will do anything for my babies and my family!  It didn't matter that I had a day from hades, it didn't matter that I hurt so bad that I wanted to hit my head, or the fact that I had to get up at 3:45 AM- I knew my family needed me and I was there for them.  This morning Master Chief and Sgt had a talk with us all while we were working out and got us all back on focus- THanks I needed that.  Sorry guys- looks like only one blog from me today again- after workout I will be going to help my family who needs me.  It just goes to show you that it takes so much to focus on this "work out" part of our life and then you have everything else screams, "what about me!"  April has had family issues during this and I applaud her for not asking for time off to be with her family- I know that was hard.  Niki has a sick baby and she still came this morning early to workout and Odessa has school stuff that she is missing to be at workout but we all come and we all work so Hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of all of us and all the food fighter girls- including Ashley, Christie, Monika, and Racheal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-7484336055397735734?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/7484336055397735734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=7484336055397735734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7484336055397735734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7484336055397735734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-me.html' title='Real me!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-1483546739157549926</id><published>2008-03-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:48:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluts handed to us</title><content type='html'>OMG! I don't have time to go into detail but we got it handed to us today.  Lets just say when our AM was over- I was so beyong tired that I stood against the wall for support, tipped my water bottle upside down and balanced it on the wall so my arms could hang down.  Please God don't let me throw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-1483546739157549926?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/1483546739157549926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=1483546739157549926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1483546739157549926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/1483546739157549926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/gluts-handed-to-us.html' title='Gluts handed to us'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5657537747303019445</id><published>2008-03-19T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:24:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABIZZLE</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION MEMPHIS AND ALL OTHER VIEWERS! We need to bring back ABIZZLE! She is a super awesome person.  She had what sounded like the worst week ever the first week - her phone fell out the car, apt flooded, baby issues, CAR BROKE DOWN, fell and hurt her ankle in the gym ( that might have been the seocnd week-but we'll count it). and other crazy stuff happened- I bring that up because she came in everyday each time with a smile on her face.  We love you happy feet!  She is such a strong and beautiful person! She had to have a restricted birthday due to diet and exercise- which we know that sucked! She created an inside joke for the team that consist of two words but the voice that she says it in- makes me bust off laughing everytime it is said!  Yes I want Monika to come back - I love her because we are going to do the Tina shimmee on BEale street.  But I feel bad that Ashley might get the wrong idea of why we voted for her.  She was such a hard worker- she lost so much weight and she never says die! I only voted for her because her body percentage was slightly lower this week.  Did you guys know that she jogged/ran for 15 minutes straight- STRAIGHT! We were allowed to break it up between running and walking a little and she ran the whole way-----WHAT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5657537747303019445?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5657537747303019445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5657537747303019445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5657537747303019445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5657537747303019445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/abizzle.html' title='ABIZZLE'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-9103779085487356548</id><published>2008-03-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:05:04.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky McSuckface!</title><content type='html'>Ok----I am sorry for the younger viewers- I know I have little ones viewing and there are other younger fans/support groups that look at these things but there is no better title for this day. I was so afraid that I would be in the bottom two- so afraid that I just prayed and prayed about it. I knew that whatever happened that it was meant to be. Then I found out that I was saved but the relief feeling didn't come because that meant I had to vote a great person off. To me, when it comes to MY team, when it comes to my friends - there is no ultimate strategy. I looked at the body percentage that was lost for this week and that was it- nothing more and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;After I came home, I felt like sulking so I climbed in bed and read my book for a while and took a nap. I love school holidays! It was never easy to kick Monika or Chrisitie off because they are beyong awesome but having even more time to get to know HAPPY FEET than it is that much harder to have to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having my later breakfast and mentally preparing myself to get ready to go to the office a billboard thought rushed to my head!:&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I made it another week :)................................HOLY BLEEP I made it to the next week!=#&lt;br /&gt;What in the bleep did I just do?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;That's when you grin, swallow fear and say "Yes Master Chief/Sgt Slaughter- may I have another?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-9103779085487356548?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/9103779085487356548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=9103779085487356548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9103779085487356548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/9103779085487356548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/sucky-mcsuckface.html' title='Sucky McSuckface!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3665893579044004170</id><published>2008-03-18T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:37:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I have been driving myself crazy with so many questions that my head hurts! Things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did I lose enough weight? I know I didn't cheat but did I eat the right combination of food?&lt;br /&gt;*How much is too much sodium?    * Are these good calories or bad calories?&lt;br /&gt;* What do the trainers consider a balanced diet?  Can I eat dairy when this is over?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO ABOUT THE UNEVEN TEAMS?  If the teams combine- how will it be fair? Did I eat enough?  Did I not eat enough?  Did I get enough sleep? How do I get rid of blisters? What in the hades will we do next week?  Too much- too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remind myself that I did my best, I have a GREAT support system, and I am leaving it up to him now!  Tomorrow is the big day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3665893579044004170?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3665893579044004170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3665893579044004170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3665893579044004170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3665893579044004170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4825972953578168013</id><published>2008-03-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:55:08.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my head up</title><content type='html'>Ok- I have a nasty blister on my little toe and it hurts to put any pressure on it- but I don't think about it when I am working out.  I cooked a lot of fish tonight for the next lunch and dinners. I love my friends/family- I got like 3 voice mails today - all random - all saying how proud they are of me.  You know I might be tired, my foot may hurt and I might not get to spend as much time with my husband at this very moment but this is all so worth.  Thank you Master Chief and Sgt. Slaughter! Thank you to my Food fighter girls and thank you Q1075!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4825972953578168013?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4825972953578168013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4825972953578168013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4825972953578168013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4825972953578168013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-my-head-up.html' title='Hold my head up'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-510793784841242084</id><published>2008-03-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:56:48.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you Blogged today?</title><content type='html'>Heard Niki on the radio this morning and I agree with her that if we get told to blog and you don't blog than you need to be punished! I mean - K &amp;amp; K got onto Odessa for missing 2-3 days - so where is the teacher's ruler now? If we miss one session of workout than we get the boot.  Showing up to the gym is in the rules and so is the blogs.  If you miss more than 2 days than you should either be up for elimination or you should have to sit at the radio station on Tuesday- eat a whole pizza and not go work out that day. Something drastic.  Weekends need to count too- if some can do it than ALL should do it!  I am not hatin, she is doin great but 7 days is TOO much to get away with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-510793784841242084?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/510793784841242084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=510793784841242084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/510793784841242084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/510793784841242084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-blogged-today.html' title='Have you Blogged today?'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4136069082998055497</id><published>2008-03-16T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R93GXl1Yg3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/V9g9jwEfOE4/s1600-h/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178513255141245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R93GXl1Yg3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/V9g9jwEfOE4/s400/fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was actually our Epistle lesson from Feb 24, 2008 but I kept onto it becasue it is so important to me right now and I have been meaning to share it with ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romans 5: 3-5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS BE TO GOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now forgive me but you might need a hanky- But I have to thank my mom for pulling my butt out of bed and dragging me to church when I was younger.  I threw my teenage rebellion and wandered away from church for personal reasons and now I have been guided back.  If it wasn't for my mom than I would have such a close spiritual relationship. If I did not have this to support me I know that this competition would be so much harder.  Because when I have sweat pouring down my face, arms hurtin to the point I want to rip them off and cookies within grabbing reach- I stop and remind myself one thing.  God will not give me anything that he knows that I can't handle!  I also love my kids at Faith Lutheran - they might not know but I value them all and they all have beautiful spirits. Even though they don't always clean up the gym, or stop talking during church or wake me up from sleep on mission trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; BUT I LOVE THEM and I love our pastors ( wives and children included!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4136069082998055497?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4136069082998055497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4136069082998055497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4136069082998055497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4136069082998055497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/higher-support.html' title='Higher Support'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R93GXl1Yg3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/V9g9jwEfOE4/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-450520402884187879</id><published>2008-03-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:17:20.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so working out does have a tendency to jumble up your normal schedule but it is so worth it! More intense now makes it easier to keep up later. It is nice that I am noticing I am not as sore throughout the day- Yeah it might hurt while you there or you may not want to get up to go but the hardest part is GETTING THERE! Once you're there- you growl and do it. It's feels awesome after you're done. I do feel sorry for my husband though - we are trying to think of where to go out to eat and he wants chines, Mexican but thanks to me- we can go where ever they have fish- Chinese is not one of them I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-450520402884187879?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/450520402884187879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=450520402884187879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/450520402884187879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/450520402884187879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-this.html' title='I got this!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5341539176254210170</id><published>2008-03-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:18:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo-rah!</title><content type='html'>Ok- I am fartin around- thinking about going to bed and I think (I'll go check our page again and oh look the new video is up!) So I watch it and see myself and hear about what all is going on.  I miss Christie!  But I got PUMPED Up- I put new songs on my IPOD today and I am going to run to the fitness center before i go to bed! PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5341539176254210170?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5341539176254210170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5341539176254210170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5341539176254210170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5341539176254210170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoo-rah.html' title='Hoo-rah!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3453693141049949638</id><published>2008-03-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:23:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I got to sleep in a little bit this morning and got to spend a lot of time with my mom today.  She hasn't been doing too hot lately and it was nice to spend time with her- there's not that much time during the week-if you could imagine.  You know it kinda makes you think about complaining that I can't eat a burger, or an oreo exactly when I want it and there are other people who are dealing with MUCH bigger issues and a lot more pain every day and I am pouting about 3-8 weeks. Suck it up Pooh Bear!  Master Chief told us something Friday and I hope that it will stick with me for a long time- "it's a mind game"  I control my body, it DOES NOT control me!  I can look at those potato chips or a cookie and I was able to say today- "I am stronger than that- that cookie is not stronger than me".  Ok it sounds kinda stupid typing it out but I was really proud of myself when I felt weak and I said it to myself in my head and walked away.  THat is huge for me! HUGE!  ANyway- one more day to catch my breath and back to the palace of pain-muh ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3453693141049949638?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3453693141049949638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3453693141049949638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3453693141049949638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3453693141049949638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8120832690371665307</id><published>2008-03-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177822147658679138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R9tRz11Yg2I/AAAAAAAAABI/LlXF6lecqzM/s400/alien-salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though this is how I feel about the "Evil Salad!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must remind myself that my FAVVVVOOORITE junk food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can not be trusted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentbuddy.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace Funny Comments" src="http://www.pimp123.com/comments/Funny/0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentbuddy.com/"&gt;MySpace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Comment Buddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8120832690371665307?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8120832690371665307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8120832690371665307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8120832690371665307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8120832690371665307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R9tRz11Yg2I/AAAAAAAAABI/LlXF6lecqzM/s72-c/alien-salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-7886889948739053770</id><published>2008-03-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:31:17.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was driving home today- talking to one of my sisters on the phone, listening to the radio and sitting at a stop light on Walnut Grove.  Everything is just waiting around and all of a sudden I see something out of the corner of my eye.  I look, still on my cell, and there is this young looking 18-23? yr old guy halfway hanging out of his passenger window and leaning towards my driver window.  I kinda jerk back from shock to see this guy with a huge grin on his face.  He is waving at me and screams something at me before busting out laughing and jumping back in his car. I am not sure because it happened so fast but it sounded like he screamed "POOH BEAR" either that or he just yelled gimerish.  I waved back- still unknowing WTH is going on- the four boys in the black SUV cheer and they take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ....ok.....did I really just hear that?  I must have been dreaming and then I hear my sister on the phone who asked, " what was that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- four males in black SUV on Walnut Grove- who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me? and What did you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-7886889948739053770?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/7886889948739053770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=7886889948739053770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7886889948739053770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7886889948739053770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/weird.html' title='Weird!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4577320714886974853</id><published>2008-03-13T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:33:36.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmSu1khPDvg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0x006699&amp;amp;color2=" hl="en" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmSu1khPDvg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4577320714886974853?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4577320714886974853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4577320714886974853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4577320714886974853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4577320714886974853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-too-funny.html' title='It&apos;s too funny!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5427135790882715955</id><published>2008-03-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:28:44.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><content type='html'>Yesterday workout was really hard to the point that I did not want to eat or do anything at all.  Today though, I got a little nap in before workout and our PM workout was not easy to say the least but for some reason I feel great being home. I try a new way to cook my fish- see forum- I got a relaxing shower and I feel a tiny bounce in my step! Just a little- don't want Master Chief to feel like he didn't do his job..Trust me HE DID! I am still trying to add extra things to my blog page but I am doing something wrong- it won't do it.  I can't wait til the end of April-we are going to have the best girls' night out.  We have to celebrate CSI's birthday, Abzzile's birthday, MY birthday! (Master chief's birthday too) and all the other girls will have a Merry un-birthday with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5427135790882715955?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5427135790882715955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5427135790882715955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5427135790882715955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5427135790882715955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='A change'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5014184385717279982</id><published>2008-03-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:31:32.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR!</title><content type='html'>Ever watch the discovery channel and see the big lion rip into the dead zebra after he just tackled it to the ground?  Is it bad that this is the image that comes to mind when I snatch my orange wedges after workout? Just saying.  Yeah I killed it and it was good too.....grrr =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5014184385717279982?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5014184385717279982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5014184385717279982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5014184385717279982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5014184385717279982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3114956393263297594</id><published>2008-03-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:47:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just found out that I forgot to pack my eggs this morning.  I have my grapefruit but no protein.  It is only 15 mins to 9Am and I am already tired!  I can eat my apple for a snack to make it but I want my eggs!! I need a nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how our team is so close and we can just laugh and crack up with each other.  That makes it easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3114956393263297594?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3114956393263297594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3114956393263297594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3114956393263297594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3114956393263297594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/noooo.html' title='NOOOO!!!!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-567631348531116330</id><published>2008-03-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:26:26.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Sore but good</title><content type='html'>Ok- let me introduce you to a "person" I see one day a week.  She is a nurse who works with one of the children that I see. She is a typical older black woman- A "big Momma" type that tells it like it is.  I walked in the house and her jaw dropped, " Good Lord child, look at you! You are melting in front of me!".  She continued to grab at my scrubs and waved it around- " Look how baggy your clothes are!"  She went on and on about how I have a face and a chin now.  More people at work at telling me how proud they are of me and how they can tell that I am losing weight.  I do feel better about myself- because I am doing something about my desire. I desire to have a healthy and eventful life.  Yes- I feel sore, yes- I still want a piece of bread or A bite of pasta, but yes- i realize that I got myself to this stage in my life and it is going to take and keep up this major change in my life to get back to my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-567631348531116330?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/567631348531116330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=567631348531116330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/567631348531116330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/567631348531116330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelin-sore-but-good.html' title='Feelin Sore but good'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-158007468813447829</id><published>2008-03-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:42:44.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's not here!</title><content type='html'>Someone didn't show up last night.......KARSON! Where's Karson?  He said he was going to come and support his team and he's not here!  Not on the treadmill, bike, or on the stairs- sigh.  Where are you Karson.  =)  You know I got to poke just a little. It's funny.  Ok, so no I didn't post last night - I was so tired last night that I am pretty sure that I fell asleep standing up.  My hubby invented a new game last night called "This one".  He started tapping different muscle groups on my body and saying " Ok, this one" and so I would flex or tighten up that group to see my new baby muscles. I will say that I can definitely tell my biceps and quads are becoming more defined.  Even if they are not the best muscles ever- they were not like that 3 weeks ago so if I want to pat myself on the back when I flex for myself then dang it- I will.  Hubby is also really excited for me- I have spent the 3 out 4 years together saying, "When I get in better shape" and I have started several times but always stop when I don't see results after a short while.  I know I can push myself a lot harder than what I ever have. Sadly, the food is still going to be a struggle.  I love food- I can't apologize for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-158007468813447829?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/158007468813447829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=158007468813447829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/158007468813447829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/158007468813447829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/someones-not-here.html' title='Someone&apos;s not here!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4343642082776737940</id><published>2008-03-10T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:58:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I dip, you dip, we dip</title><content type='html'>Can you say bench dips? Sit on a bench-hands right at your side and stretch your feet out in front of you.  Slide your booty off the bench and your triceps are used to lower your seat down to the floor and back up.  I feel it in my arms! Oww!  If anyone else heard this morning- Karson said he was going to come work out with us---We'll be lookin for ya Karson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- my chicken and veggie pouches from Mrs. Dash recipe website is really yummy.  Chicken, peppers, little onion, and yellow squash with Mrs dash in aluminium foil packets.  It didn't that that look to prepare and 25 mins to cook in the oven. Easy clean up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4343642082776737940?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4343642082776737940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4343642082776737940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4343642082776737940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4343642082776737940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-dip-you-dip-we-dip.html' title='When I dip, you dip, we dip'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-7676345984036354580</id><published>2008-03-10T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:48:47.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I am so tired I can not eat my egg whites- I'm hungry but I am too tired right now ( at this moment) to lift my forearms off the desk.  Gimme a few more minutes. Well- no disrespect to our Big Boys but good cop and bad cop really showed today.  Matt ( Bad) put us on the stair master for intervals on the hardest level- the hardest level and I HATE STOPWATCHES!  I HATE STOPWATCHES they magically go from 15 seconds left to 20 seconds left after 14 have past. I wish I had an hour to rest before going to work in the morning- I would just sit in the steam room and relax my cares away. That would be nice ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-7676345984036354580?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/7676345984036354580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=7676345984036354580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7676345984036354580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7676345984036354580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-787359585362587573</id><published>2008-03-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:21:48.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple</title><content type='html'>Ok, first thing to let everyone know that I am not the best cook.  I once messed up spaghetti! It's cooked pasta and jar sauce- who can mess up that? (BTW - this was years ago- I am not eating pasta right now- even though I dream of it).  There is a Mrs. Dash recipe website that has some pretty good looking ideas- however there are a lot of them that has stuff in it that we can't have right now but for regular watching calories it looks pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second- The girls and I were talking about this over the weekend.  April did lead the conversation of what are the rules?  We have 7 and the other team has 9.  Now it is not about your/our team cheating, disadvantage/advantage, ect.  But any 3rd-4th grade should be able to put two and two together when you say "I have a 1 out of 7 chance of getting voted" instead of "1 out of 9 chances" and when it comes down to the final couple- how is it going to be far? When they announce the winner- can they really say it was 100% fair.  Well - best of luck to everyone- but you know I got to give an extra cheer for my Food Fighter Females!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-787359585362587573?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/787359585362587573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=787359585362587573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/787359585362587573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/787359585362587573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/multiple.html' title='Multiple'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-107688996809723995</id><published>2008-03-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:52:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I have been trying for the past two hours how to "pimp" my blog! if you can't tell - I have not been successful! I don't know how to add more pictures or videos! I want to decorate and I can not- SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-107688996809723995?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/107688996809723995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=107688996809723995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/107688996809723995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/107688996809723995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-6084181076248634162</id><published>2008-03-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:23:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can't be Sunday again....already?  Well- the good part is I always get to spend time with my mom on Sunday- and she is going to the womans' show with me.  I am excited to see how many people at church notice my changes so far.  Bronte - This is for you!  smooches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-6084181076248634162?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/6084181076248634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=6084181076248634162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6084181076248634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/6084181076248634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-again.html' title='Sunday Again?'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5758692931276703186</id><published>2008-03-08T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:16:03.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Laddy!</title><content type='html'>I think you need to create a rap song for MBL! My suggestion is do "Glamorous" by Fergie!&lt;br /&gt;but instead of :&lt;br /&gt;                         "If you ain't got no money, take your broke a$* home"&lt;br /&gt;                                           It should be:&lt;br /&gt;                          "If you're here for the money, take your fat a$* home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you think about it- if you are doing this for the sheer purpose of trying to win money and a prize, then there is no point.  One, try the lottery, and two, more than likely you will go back to your wicked ways when this is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FOOD FIGHTER FEMALES and ME  included are here to get fit, healthy and SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5758692931276703186?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5758692931276703186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5758692931276703186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5758692931276703186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5758692931276703186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-laddy.html' title='Yo Laddy!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-2742143154577966992</id><published>2008-03-08T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:09:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Saturday!</title><content type='html'>no 4am today! No sir and it is so nice!  Thanks girls for the workout today- it is easier to push yourself when you are with others. I am starting to really understand that I can do this stuff! I can push myself to sweat, I can pass up a tray of yummy bagels and pastries, and I can lose weight.  I know I would not been able to get this far without Antionne, Matt, and my girls! I used to do 30 mins on a cardio machine on level 3 or 4 and just go without paying attention to speed or incline - just get on and you're done - that was it.  Now I know that I can get on a cardio machine for 20 mins and do a level 8-10 and keep a speed of 6.0mph!  That is freakin crazy! I do want this- I want to make it to my 30lb goal before my birthday and I know I can do it! I will do it!  I'm starting to not fear summer as much now- just the idea of having to deal with swimsuits and shorts used to make me sick.  Honestly I didn't wear shorts- unless it was well over 100 degrees with heat index.   I am curios to see what I can wear this summer- I am still burning my UGLY corduroy brown pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a wonderful discovery today- cherry passion tic tacs.  They're 1.9 calories a piece and they taste more like candy than mints- so I can get my sweet kick without paying a huge price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-2742143154577966992?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/2742143154577966992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=2742143154577966992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2742143154577966992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2742143154577966992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh-saturday.html' title='Ahh Saturday!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8297531870238633091</id><published>2008-03-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:01:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme ME</title><content type='html'>Ok- today was the hardest day to get out of bed...so far.  I was just really tired and normally after a few minutes of getting out of bed I am fine. Not today.  I was proud that I did get on the stairmaster even though I could have chose not to this morning.  The hardest part of the day was work.  Instead of going to schools or people's house for home health- I went to a continuing education class.  I show up and I guessed right when there was a BUFFET of bagels, Giant muffins ( chocolate with chocolate, blueberry and sugar on top, and banana nut - my fav) and pastries danishes.  We are talking platters full!  I wanted just a bite of bagel and cream cheese so bad you just don't know!  But I knew this would be a challenge so I brought my lunch with an extra apple, just in case, but surprisingly I didn't need it.  I went out to lunch with some friends would were at the conference too and I ate my chicken and veggies while they have big subs from Lenny's.  I was proud that I didn't even ask for a bite of bread!  Come on people, carbs and sweets ar.......used to be my thing....so for me to say :"No thanks, I'm good" That is a big deal for me.  Just when I thought I had beaten the dragon - they pulled out the big guns... a mountain of all types of cookies and brownies, and not the thin ones- the cake brownies and Hot chocolate.  I was proud of myself.  Just got to say- it's one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my hubby was really impressed with my loss and he said he can really tell when he got home from a week visit with his brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8297531870238633091?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8297531870238633091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8297531870238633091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8297531870238633091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8297531870238633091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/gimme-me.html' title='Gimme ME'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-5652397783079247662</id><published>2008-03-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:19:34.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I am so excited because my hubby is coming home Friday afternoon.  It is weird to tell him that I am 6lbs lighter than the last time he saw me ( gone for a week) He is so supportive and wonderful! Love you babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-5652397783079247662?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/5652397783079247662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=5652397783079247662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5652397783079247662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/5652397783079247662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4949377054582142108</id><published>2008-03-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:42:57.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things in life</title><content type='html'>I spent a lot of my time BEFORE ( MBL) thinking that majority of the good things in life were based around or basically food!  Dessert, awesome pasta dinner, OR in Kracken's case.....cheeeeeeesssssseeeee.  But now I going to start focusing more on Non-food rewards or "simple pleasures" in life.&lt;br /&gt;- LONG hot shower, being able to take your time getting ready, finding money in your pocket that you didn't know you had, MASSAGES, walking around in the morning and my feet not hurting, getting a "double look" and a grin from a stranger when I walk by, seeing my bicep when I flex, going from the basement to 9th floor and back down 3 times in 15 mins, sleeping in on a rainy weekend, finishing a good book, completing a scrapbook page, and having a man with a tone back, a great butt, and nice calves!  Oh and losing 4 inches around my hips in a week and a half! That's always great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4949377054582142108?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4949377054582142108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4949377054582142108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4949377054582142108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4949377054582142108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-things-in-life.html' title='Little things in life'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8803811902182452430</id><published>2008-03-05T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:39:48.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it</title><content type='html'>I'll say again, " females are emotional creatures" yeah we have heard it before and yes it's true.  I realized that I popped off at the mouth. No I don't apologize for it but I do admit that I could have kept it to myself.  I was upset that I had to vote off someone that I was really close to and I told myself that I would never vote for.  Monika and I just had a common goal and similar personalities and I felt a connection with her. I did vote for her because I thought that Christine needed more help because she has more weight to lose and you can tell that she is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note- I am stoked about what is going on- I spent months trying to lose weight on my own and went from 208 - 202 and could not break that 200 point.  You can imagine my shock during first weigh in that I was under 200! SAY WHAT?! And that fact that if I could keep this pace up - I could get to my short-term goal in a month! That's crazy- obviously keeping this pace is an easier thing to say than do but I can also try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8803811902182452430?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8803811902182452430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8803811902182452430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8803811902182452430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8803811902182452430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-it.html' title='Over it'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4913082779246661954</id><published>2008-03-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:31:44.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Drama</title><content type='html'>This whole thing seems messed up to me. The food Fighters and our trainers we only care about getting there, working out and getting better. Then we spend all week hearing do your best, compete with yourself, do it for yourself- then on Wednesday we hear " We want bit##in, we want drama, why aren't you happy?!" Maybe that is because you been talking smack about us all week and only interested in good radio! You want your blog- HERE'S YOUR BLOG! Monika -this is for you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Why is it that T-Bone chased us around the gym for a full hour - strutin up those stairs, running on treadmill, and shakin with the six inches and the only bit they have on the video blog is us standing around waiting for instructions where to start!  Seriously- I know you got something better then us just standing there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about attacking or purposefully trying to hurt certain people's feeling but until you come and work out with us-you CAN'T say anything negative about us! PERIOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4913082779246661954?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4913082779246661954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4913082779246661954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4913082779246661954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4913082779246661954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-drama.html' title='Too much Drama'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-7036612159009534160</id><published>2008-03-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:54:08.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>I had a hard time thinking of something sentimental and heart-felt for my blog. So when you can't say " Ahh" you can say " ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this incredible experience I have come to some interesting conclusions or "Note to Self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Self:&lt;br /&gt;- When on a strick diet - NEVER go to Costco on Saturday morning!  Those B**s chase you down- " would you like a free sample of a deep fried chocolate covered Oreo?" " Try a bagel bite, ice cream, lobster ravioli?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old fashion oatmeal should be used as wall spackle instead of breakfast.  When you leave it out, dried oatmeal looks like wall spackle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NEVER EVER eat anything before going to work out in AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NO matter how hard you pray, try to bargain, or rub the Buddha belly you can not change your chicken salad into chicken Alfredo- I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can not invoke jealousy when you stop at a red light and you're eating grapefruit wedges and the driver next to you has a french fry hanging out their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fully- take any comment with a grain of salt when I hear that what my team is doing isn't hard.  And if they would like to prove it- I'd love to see them work out with the Master Chief and Timberlake for one hour.  Thinking of that makes me smile.  Hoo-rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-7036612159009534160?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/7036612159009534160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=7036612159009534160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7036612159009534160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/7036612159009534160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4082217302000500366</id><published>2008-03-03T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:22:53.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I work it out</title><content type='html'>This morning - I was on automatic- got up, dressed and gettin ready to go.  Because my hubby is out of town for spring break- I had to let the dog, Katie, out before I left.  Poor thing looked at me and looked outside- like she was trying to tell me " Crazy Lady it is still dark outside".  We pumped it up on weights today- I can really tell that I am getting better.  However I still struggled on those last couple of reps on bench press- our trainers were right there encouraging me and pushing me.  I am proud of the FOOD FIGHTERS.  I decorated the cover of my food journal over the weekend and I plan to post my "before" picture of me in a swimsuit back in 2002- I looked good then and I won''t quit until I look good now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4082217302000500366?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4082217302000500366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4082217302000500366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4082217302000500366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4082217302000500366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-work-it-out.html' title='I work it out'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4341038944511422627</id><published>2008-03-02T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:04:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin on the ride again!</title><content type='html'>Well- I did forget to post yesterday- but I didn't forget to work out!  I was pushing myself, sweatin and pantin, and when I thought of taking a break or making the exercise easier on myself- I heard something.  I could hear my FOOD FIGHTER FEMALES shouting in my head, " go Stacey, keep it up!" Antionne and Matt stating, " let me see what you're made of" and most important I could hear myself, " Go Pooh Bear- there is no stopping".  After I worked out I ate my hard boiled egg- which is surprisingly yummy, and my bud called me and we went for an hour nature hike in Shelby Farms.  On top of that I was invited to go out dancing that night, and while getting ready I noticed some extra fabric hanging where my big-ole butt used to be.  "That's interesting" I thought and for sh*ts and giggles I would pull out my jeans that are a size too small and see how tight they were.  OMG- I got them up. OMG- I zipped them- and OMG my butt looks good. Yeah they were a little snug but they were comfortable enough that I could dance in them.  We went out and I had only water thank you, danced, laughed, and I got hit on- some cute- some not so much.  But all you ladies out there know how nice it is to be hit on when it has been awhile. I got up late this morning and that felt nice- I feel drunk though- that's weird ( let me remind you that alcohol is not on our diet). Sunday- I am here visiting with my parents and I can tell a difference in myself.  I can help stack wood without complaining about my feet hurting or me wanting to take a break.  I stand up taller and I have that feeling you get when you first get off a treadmill.  If this is how I feel after one week, imagine 2 weeks, 3, 5, 8 weeks.  I can see me reaching my goal- I can get better to be my best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4341038944511422627?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4341038944511422627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4341038944511422627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4341038944511422627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4341038944511422627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/03/gettin-on-ride-again.html' title='Gettin on the ride again!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-578259610141908967</id><published>2008-02-29T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:26:04.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you Babe</title><content type='html'>I want to announce to the world that I love my husband more than I thought emotional possible. He sets his phone alarm for me too at 4 o'clock AM to make sure I get up. He tells me everyday how proud he is of me and how much he loves me.  He looks at me on Tuesday (in between breaths of me telling him what all we are doing) says, " Wow Baby I can really tell that your face is thinning out" I wanted to kiss him right then.  He is going to Tx for Spring Break to visit his younger brother- I am going to miss him so much. I feel like I only see him maybe an hour awake- or he sees me -you know.  It is going to be hard for him not to be here with me but I just hope that when he comes back in a week he can tell an even bigger difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-578259610141908967?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/578259610141908967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=578259610141908967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/578259610141908967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/578259610141908967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/miss-you-babe.html' title='Miss you Babe'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3824715365490702299</id><published>2008-02-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:27:34.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down Boys and leave this to the Ladies!</title><content type='html'>Our girls are the best!  We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pumpin&lt;/span&gt; it up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; it out - at least I think so!  I need to know one thing-----Why do people want to be mean when I say "I've lost 5lb since Saturday!" why can't they just say " Great job" when they know that you are trying to lose weight.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!  They just look right through you and reply, " Well, that is just water weight - you can gain that back real quick".  They make it sound like I just took my sweater off and Ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; I lost weight.  We're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; our butts handed to us on a skinny platter!  I don't care if it is water weight- You say Hooray! BTW- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Antionne&lt;/span&gt; pulled his shirt over his head today------The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kracken&lt;/span&gt; and I bout fell out-----"Who has some dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; I found the washboard!  Just playing- this is gonna cost me another rep of STAIRS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!! It is just a compliment- really!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3824715365490702299?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3824715365490702299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3824715365490702299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3824715365490702299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3824715365490702299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/sit-down-boys-and-leave-this-to-ladies.html' title='Sit down Boys and leave this to the Ladies!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3308450974845503933</id><published>2008-02-27T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T05:32:15.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First weigh in</title><content type='html'>What's up ya'll! I have a few minutes before I need to official start work so I thought I would squeeze this in.  The FOOD FIGHTERS weighed in today and some of us did not do as good as we had hoped but that's cool.  We did great we all worked so hard and I am proud of them. I lost 5 lbs- 5 lbs in a few days is huge! I am listening to the radio and despite the fact that the other team has lost more at a total- we still have Racheal who lost 11lbs!  That is huge!  I know our trainers aren't giggling and pat us on the back everytime we do a crunch but that's ok.  I need someone to tell me to suck it up and pull through and not to pat me on the hand!  Uh excuse me- Busters quite hatin on our team!  We didn't come in talkin smack about our trainers, our gym or trying to rub our weight loss in their face! I am not here to compete with you- because when I go to bed at night - I have to sleep in my skin and you don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3308450974845503933?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3308450974845503933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3308450974845503933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3308450974845503933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3308450974845503933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-weigh-in.html' title='First weigh in'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8048654139509853685</id><published>2008-02-26T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:36:24.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Before!</title><content type='html'>Man there are so many things running through my head before the first final weigh in.  I want to get to my goal- I want to be healthy- and happy.  My husband is in good shape and loves the beach.....the beach.....me in a swimsuit- not right now.  But someday I will. I know this sounds bizzare but I want to be able to do one chin up- just one to lift my own body weight! I want to be able to go try on new jeans and not leave the dressing room frustrated and disgusted.  I want to pose in front of a camera and not think ( suck in, stretch your neck to smooth it out, turn to the side or hide behind someone to hide your stomach).  I want to wear a skirt to show my knees- I haven't comfortably worn shorts in the summer since 2002.  Sad.  I was looking at my blog page and saw some comments from my teammates- they are all so cool.  These are people that I would have never met before and I am so glad that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biofreeze is my friend.  Go hard or go home - Rest when you die. And to rip off- Just do it&lt;br /&gt;smooches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8048654139509853685?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8048654139509853685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8048654139509853685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8048654139509853685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8048654139509853685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-before.html' title='Night Before!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-2068207993713584285</id><published>2008-02-26T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:18:50.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>I thought I would shout out to a few members in the Food fighters- for fun!  Ashley came in late today but ended up winning the ab challenge- Go Girl!  We ended up staying late together and stretched out while talking.  The first day- she didn't talk much and did not let her personality shine.  But I was talking to her- poor girl had a blow out at 430 am and still came to have her as* handed to her. She is really nice when you start talking to her.  Odessa stepped up today too- she was also real quite yesterday but today she was cheering on everyone and being real supportive!  April has also been bubbly (like me) and gives lots of positive reinforcement (like I think I do). Christine made second in the ab challenge- Go girl- I didn't know you had it in you!  Niki, Racheal, and Brad was trying so hard- I'll still yell for ya'll! And finally MoNika and I seem to want to same thing- to look good and be on top of our game! Boo-ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-2068207993713584285?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/2068207993713584285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=2068207993713584285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2068207993713584285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2068207993713584285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/shout-out_26.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3395989257007742424</id><published>2008-02-26T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:42:23.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>Last night I will admit that I was sore, especially in my shins and calves.  Biofreeze is Awesome! I went to my gym and swam in the heated pool to do laps= it really helped.  Today I was pumped and ready to go again. I did better about getting everything ready the night before- so I wouldn't go crazy.  The stairs were a little better today- only a little.  I am suprised that my abs are weak- I used to have strong abs-used to.  Keep working at it.  We missed someone today- hope she is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3395989257007742424?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3395989257007742424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3395989257007742424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3395989257007742424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3395989257007742424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-4022977608185381443</id><published>2008-02-25T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:56:15.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>One day down and about 40 to go!  We had to do stairs- "Up to the first floor and down, up to the second and down, and so on!" The hardest thing for me was to lie on your back, hands under your L. back and straight leg 6in from the ground for 1 min- That is hard- no touching the ground or that is an extra 10 seconds. I played songs in my head to help me get through up/downs- like "Check on it" and "Walk it out" - The trainers are tough but not mean so far- SO FAR! I woke up boxing and I was dancing in my car and I'll be dancin all the way through.  Truth be told- I am a little sore now that I have stopped moving- I'll be alright!  If this is a taste of Army bootcamp that much respect to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morn - dark and early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-4022977608185381443?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/4022977608185381443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=4022977608185381443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4022977608185381443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/4022977608185381443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-887102033510926073</id><published>2008-02-23T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:15:21.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it started!</title><content type='html'>Alright the ride has started- please keep your hands and feet in the moving vehicle at all times while in motion.  Yup, we met with our trainers today, measurements and weight taken, and given our diet.  Yeah- we got a food plan for one day! cook, swallow and repeat.  I have a little anxiety because I was hoping for more food options- because I want to know how I am going to change my life. Not likely to say that I am going to eat the same thing everyday FOREVER! Before I get myself ruffled up, I inhale and remind myself that you have to desire a change and do whatever you have to to get things rolling. We're moving baby!  My masters of pain are Antionne and Matt! They seem nice....now! Antionne is cool- we share the same birthday and he did the most talking so I feel comfortable around him..now.  Matt is quiet, nice, but quiet. I found out that he went to high school with me and a football player to boot.  I am trying to not let this stir up feelings of resentment- High school was not the best time of my life and the "popular kids" loved to remind me of that. They do know what they are talking about though- Their arms are insane!  Getting ready for the game- GO TIGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- and I already know that no Bud light for me- give me a jug of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm pumped! and that's me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-887102033510926073?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/887102033510926073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=887102033510926073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/887102033510926073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/887102033510926073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-it-started.html' title='Get it started!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3036696684872570020</id><published>2008-02-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:45:29.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>I went to " my little man's" first birthday party!  He gives me a temporary cure for my baby fever!  I have seen women at the gym when they are in such great shape but with big pregger bellies.  I want to be a mom someday but I want to be in good health before I get to that point! You know it is not good when people ask you how many kids you have.... it might have something to do with my shelf like hips!  J-lo eat your heart out- I have hips that can balance twins baby. BTW- even when I was not overweight I still had a J-lo butt, so I still like my butt --I'd just like it a little smaller!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3036696684872570020?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3036696684872570020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3036696684872570020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3036696684872570020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3036696684872570020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-2443999179459545911</id><published>2008-02-22T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:27:20.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out!</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of this for the past few days of who I am going to think of to get me through that last 5 mins of exercise or to eat one more salad.  Of course, I will rely of my faith in God to know he will not give me anything I can't handle and my hubby and family.  But additional influence is my "Brother".  Capt Pike, Army- he was sent out for the second time and if he can battle bombs, heat, sand, and constant danger- then Dang it I can conquer a treadmill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say 'bout that! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-2443999179459545911?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/2443999179459545911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=2443999179459545911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2443999179459545911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/2443999179459545911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3603770652635158943</id><published>2008-02-22T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:00:04.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Let me enlighten  you all on a little subject called....Plantar Fasciitis.  If you have had it before or know someone who has it - than God Bless the souls.  If you haven't had it -it is simple...the lining tissue in your feet swell causing a discomfort.  BULL! It feels like you are walking on hard plastic stage and someone is underneath you with a sledge hammer and swinging up at your feet everytime you step. BLAM&lt; WHAM!  It hurts so bad and worse in the morning.  Tell me why in the morning  a 25 year old has to hobble around like a 90 year granny?...to avoid putting full pressure on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;     Here's the silver lining, reports have said it is common in obese/overweight people and if I take off the weight it should help with my pain or help make it go away!  More encouragement to wear heels for a night on the town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3603770652635158943?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3603770652635158943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3603770652635158943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3603770652635158943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3603770652635158943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-3646027420610501477</id><published>2008-02-21T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:13:00.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me!</title><content type='html'>I signed up for the Biggest loser because I am ready for a change.  I had an awesome body and self-confidence to match over 6 years ago.  Same sob story...School was too time consuming, my hubby and I went out to eat too much, planning to move and a wedding is too stressful.  Before I knew it, I am the biggest I have ever been.  I have tried it my way and now it is time for their way!  I am planning a trip overseas to Australia in Sept/Oct for my "sister's" wedding.  I will also see people I haven't seen in ten years so there is always going to be a camera somewhere!  I want to be able to keep those memories with me and know that I was happy and healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-3646027420610501477?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/3646027420610501477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=3646027420610501477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3646027420610501477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/3646027420610501477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/pick-me.html' title='Pick Me!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362042760872622621.post-8881493472208131564</id><published>2008-02-21T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:02:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, set, DROP!</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you were going to ask me how I feel only days/hours before meeting out trainers and knowing exactly what I got myself into, I would say this.  Picture a stranger coming up to you and asking, " do you want to jump off the high dive with me?" and before you can reply with "sure, how deep is it?"  They are looking at you "What are you worried about! It will be FINE~MOVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am totally excited about this experience!  I am ready to challenge myself and see how far I can push myself! Ready, Set, JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362042760872622621-8881493472208131564?l=skjot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/feeds/8881493472208131564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362042760872622621&amp;postID=8881493472208131564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8881493472208131564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362042760872622621/posts/default/8881493472208131564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skjot.blogspot.com/2008/02/ready-set-drop.html' title='Ready, set, DROP!'/><author><name>Pooh Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14457929860649879314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRGdldmK6hA/R8eHdWedfHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/svXSLwB8BSg/S220/PB051240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
