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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally tried level 2 of the 30 day shred, and I'm ashamed to admit that I couldn't finish it. It's packed with lunges and squats, both of which really kick my rear. This is because I have NO muscles in my rear, or thighs for that matter, and I NEED these lunges and squats desperately. I think I'm going to enjoy this level far more than level 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've done level 2 twice now, and haven't finished it yet. The first time, I couldn't even do the third circuit. The second time (last night), I managed the third circuit with some breaks but couldn't manage that last burst of cardio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty obvious that I need this level, &lt;em&gt;badly&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight is night three - and I'm going to try to finish strong. But if I can't, that's okay too. I'll just keep trucking along until I get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-2044071170333026520?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinner was AWESOME. Grilled chicken burgers loaded up with avocado, feta, arugula and spinach. Roasted lemon broccoli (I forgot to add the garlic, doh!) that was to DIE FOR, and a small salad of arugula and spinach topped with baby carrots, tomatoes, lemon hummus and a splash of Newman's Own Asian dressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Since it's another warm, sunny day in Atlanta, I figured the husband and I would go for a walk or run, but that was a no go. I tried out the DVD that came with my medicine ball and it was a serious workout. I was kind of surprised. I think I'll do it three times a week, mixing in with 30 Day Shred and regular cardio in the form of walks and runs, when I can fit them in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-8078066701798473316?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is AMAZING what a difference my eating habits have made in my life, already. I &lt;strike&gt;woke up&lt;/strike&gt; veritably sprang out of bed at 8am on Saturday morning, feelin' good and ready to just do STUFF. I honestly have not felt like that in probably six months... not even for one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We screwed it all up. It was like falling off the wagon, only also&amp;nbsp;pulling all of your supplies and the horses down on your head. We ran out of time and ended up eating junk (Zaxby's is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; for you. Why? Why did we go there?), and it started a rumble in my tummy almost immediately. Then, we went out to meet up with friends, which we rarely do anymore for cost reasons and to avoid potential dietary disasters (although we love hanging out with our friends... just usually at our home or theirs). Plus, I hate smoky bars. We ended up in a smoky bar. Where we polished off a giant piece of the richest chocolate cake I've ever had. And I didn't have time to exercise that day. And we stayed out til 2am. No bueno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Sunday rolls around, and I wake up too early, and I feel like three kinds of crap. We had already made brunch plans with good friends, so I rolled my butt out of bed and hit up Cracker Barrel. Noooooooo. BAD. Someone slap my hand. I felt like eighteen kinds of crap by the end of the day. Zero energy. Nothing felt good. I couldn't pinpoint what felt sick.... just everything. My tummy hurt, I was exhausted, lethargic, unhappy. So I didn't exercise that day, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's now Monday, and I didn't feel well this morning. I only managed about six bites of my oat bowl before giving up. But I've slowly made progress, and have eaten a banana, some soup, and a snack of walnuts, almonds and butterscotch chips. I realized I didn't drink nearly enough water this weekend, so I'm putting some of that down, too. And you know what? After a little health injection, I feel better! I think I'll be just fine after another night of good sleep, a heck of a lot more water, some exercise and a nice healthy dinner full of greens and fruit. Maybe a chicken lime burger topped with tomato and spinach, with a side of fruit? Sounds good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really is true - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You will only put out quality if you are taking in quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how good is your food? Do you know? Do you even know where it comes from, down to the seeds? Do some research. &amp;nbsp;It may surprise you. No, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it will surprise you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, chew on these: &lt;a href="http://www.walletpop.com/blog/2010/02/04/monsanto-the-evil-corporation-in-your-refrigerator/"&gt;Monsanto: The Evil Corporation Inside Your Refrigerator&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://web.me.com/aprildavila/MWM/Blog/Blog.html"&gt;A Month Without Monsanto&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-172539236693309073?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He is working tonight (and I had to work late then stop at the store) so I did the usual - the 30 Day Shred, and some Wii Yoga. Felt good to stretch out.... I need to stop during the day and stretch my muscles more often. I tend to be a tightly wound little hunchback while at work. I need someone to tie me to my chair with an Hermes scarf (any movie dorks out there? No? Just me? Awesome).&lt;br /&gt;
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The oat bowls and whole food eating has just made the biggest difference in my energy level throughout the day, and I've noticed I'm far less hungry than I used to be. I also realized today that I CRAVE whole foods now, instead of junk. This morning I had an oat bowl with flax and then stirred in some pumpkin and almond butter. I ate the &lt;i&gt;crap&lt;/i&gt; out of that oat bowl. I didn't have time for lunch (oops!) but I did have two snacks at work - a Kashi bar and a sliced granny smith smeared with almond butter and sprinkled with coconut and butterscotch chips. I also just realized I haven't eaten dinner yet.... and it's 9:12pm.... and I worked out for about 45 minutes straight.... TWO HOURS AGO. I should be absolutely famished right now. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am BEYOND proud of my husband, who went to the grocery store and bought hamburger (instead of going out to lunch on his day off) and then bought the whole wheat thin sandwich bun things.... instead of regular white bread hamburger buns. And he proclaimed that they were GOOD. And, he said that they were the only ones there without high fructose corn syrup. He looked!!&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;
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I really think he just needed a good influence in his life, as far as diet and nutrition go. He grew up eating whatever he wanted and thinks that because his dad isn't fat, that he's healthy. Soooooo not the case. I'm glad he's starting to see the difference between "not fat" and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-1231200179088432887?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I wasn't being such a good girl either. I have the muffin top to prove it. Nah, I wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad (the muffin top was already there) but I didn't really have time to exercise amidst that many assignments, papers and tests.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a new week and I'm ready to get back on track!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've recently become interested in whole eating. I've been eating a lot of organic food, and everything else I eat has to at least be natural and have ingredients I can pronounce and identify. I've been doing well with this and not just because I want to do well - I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like it. The food, 95% of which is home cooked or raw, is just GOOD. I don't overeat, I don't feel sluggish or bloated after eating it...what &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the new concept in eating???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's what we are &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to be doing, duh! Eating REAL FOOD that is GOOD FOR YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kind of shocked when I think about what I used to eat. Not just the junk from fast food restaurants or the vending machine, but the "health food" (bwahaha!) I was eating for the sake of weight loss. Really? I was loading my body with as few natural items as possible, full of chemicals that I can't pronounce, in the interest of losing weight. Geez, um... that sounds healthy.... yeah *blushes*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what have I been eating? Well, remember, I'm new to this so I've started slowly. However, I've gotten a TON of inspiration from &lt;a href="http://www.katheats.com/"&gt;Kath Eats Real Food&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/"&gt;Oh She Glows&lt;/a&gt; (I'm seriously addicted to these blogs, as well as &lt;a href="http://bitesandbowls.com/"&gt;Bites + Bowls&lt;/a&gt; - check them out, you will be too.) Anyway, I've been eating:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oat Bowls for breakfast - Oatmeal, ground flaxseed, and various additions. I've got bananas, walnuts, honey, almonds, pumpkin seeds, peanut and almond butter, cranberry apple butter, brown sugar, maple syrup, granola, raisins, pumpkin... the options are endless! I'll start taking pictures, but I have a crappy point + shoot, so they won't look very cool. Still, it'll be neat to see what combos I come up with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Snacks have been greek yogurt with a bit of honey, or plain fruit, or a jazzed up piece of fruit - like a sliced banana with organic peanut butter, unsweetened organic coconut, organic raisins, and a few butterscotch chips on top! Yum. I do like to nosh on &lt;a href="http://www.kashi.com/products/crunchy_granola_bars_pumpkin_spice_flax"&gt;Kashi Pumpkin Spice Flax bars&lt;/a&gt;, as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For dinner tonight, I took inspiration from somewhere (can't remember where, but probably one of the aforementioned blogs) and threw together an organic, vegetarian enchilada bake and it. was. AWESOME. Inexpensive (due to being meatless), easy, one pan, ample leftovers and incredibly TASTY. What more do you need? I'm pleased. I can't wait to eat leftovers for lunch tomorrow. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also found a yoga studio nearby (that is also part of a health foods store - bonus!) and am looking into taking some classes, but I'm still weirded out by being so sucky at it. Why can't I just be coordinated? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-6364654211476938661?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this next week will be monster for me, then I have two glorious weeks off of school before the next term begins. After that term, I'll be taking the summer off to relax, work a second job, learn American sign language, write, read, and&amp;nbsp; generally bask in happiness (until fall semester starts). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See ya in a week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-5147077900696905616?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I WASN'T.&amp;nbsp; Eeep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanna hear about it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About this time last year, my stomach was doing some pretty odd things. I would wake up with a totally flat stomach (not defined, mind you - just flat) and by the time I went to bed, I looked like I was about six months pregnant. I'm not exaggerating. Seriously - six months. I assumed it was food related, but couldn't figure out what the cause was. I didn't have any other tummy problems, for the most part. No gas (TMI!), no pains, and I certainly wasn't incubating a fetus to six months of age every day then magically and painlessly giving birth to it while I slept, so what the hell? I did notice that I had zero energy by the end of the day, was horribly grouchy (food babies will do that to you, I guess), craved desserts like a CRAZY woman and was horribly emotional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to a gastrointestinal specialist, and he very dismissively diagnosed me with IBS, by just looking at me. That's it. Told me to eat fiber, take imodium. Neither of which did a thing to help my phantom six month food fetus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started spending way too many hours on line doing research on my symptoms, and after about two months of dealing with this, finally started getting somewhere. It looked like I might have something called &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/small_intestinal_bacterial_overgrowth/article.htm"&gt;SIBO&lt;/a&gt;, or small intestine bacterial overgrowth. I started taking pics of my belly when I woke up, at lunch time, and when I went to bed. I tracked what I ate and when, and after reading a bit on SIBO, discovered that the only real "cure" is to eat as low carb as possible, since the bacteria that have taken over your gut &lt;i&gt;thrive &lt;/i&gt;on carbs. Huzzah! It worked. But still... wth was I going to do the rest of my life? Live low carb? I still needed a doctor to figure out what caused it and how to make it go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More internet research brought me to a specialist at Emory Hospital. He was an endocrinologist that had started researching nutritional issues in endocrinology patients and was only seen after an interview. Yep, I had to interview to see this doctor. My case had to be special enough. It was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I brought my pics, my diet, my argument to him, ready to fight vehemently that I did NOT have IBS. I didn't have to. He said it was 100% SIBO, and he didn't even have to perform a hydrogen breath test to know that. He told me to stick to serious low carb for three months (NO SUGAR), take heavy probiotics, take gas-x even though I had no gas (it did help), and gave me a prescription for Xifaxin, an antibiotic that was only recently approved by the FDA for travelers diarrhea which is absorbed directly into the intestinal lining instead of the blood stream, thereby killing the bacteria in a more vicious, gladiator manner. And it DID. Now, months later, I still notice that if I eat too many carbs in a day, my stomach will bloat up to about four months phantom food baby. I have an emergency stash of Xifaxin in case I have issues again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What caused this? I have thyroid disease, and flip flop back and forth between hypo and hyper. When you go hypo, your body sloooooows dooooown, including your, uh, motility. That is, you don't poop often. Slowed down motility = bacteria hanging out too long = multiplying like a mofo = SIBO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what happened at the nail salon? Well, the nail technician asked if I was pregnant. This was in the very early stages, when everything first started, so I was aghast that someone would ask that! After yelling WHAT?!?! at her, she then acted like she didn't speak English. Awesome. I never went back there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What did I learn from this? a) a big belly doesn't always mean someone is pregnant, b) but neither does it mean that someone is fat - sometimes it's an underlying problem that needs to be checked out. Don't ignore stuff like this. SIBO is a miserable little bastard of a problem, but at least now I know how to handle it, should it reappear and c) sometimes, you really do have to do have to take control of your health and research your symptoms and present a case to a doctor. If you can't get a doctor to listen to you, go to another one. Don't accept a dismissive&amp;nbsp; diagnosis if it doesn't feel right or sound right to you. Take charge of your health. No one cares about it as much as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-6213694311030676913?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See ya then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-6978167886938363974?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I'm a few months post wedding and have lost whatever definition I had worked so hard for (damn consecutive fattening holidays!) I decided it was time to give it a try again. Actually, I decided to book a Caribbean vacation for the hubs and I to take in a few months, and realized I'm in no shape (or mood) to wear a bikini at this point, so I decided to give it a try again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though it's been a few months since I've done level 1, I decided that today I would give level 2 a try. However, I accidentally hit the button for level 3 and decided to just go with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I completed it, and it wasn't that bad, I just had to do the modified version of anything that could be modified. And there were a few things that I flat out could &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;do (holy traveling push-ups, what!??!) so I did extra crunches with my medicine ball during those. I really want to get back into P90X, but I think I should start with the 30 Day Shred for a month, at least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've decided that I'll do level 1 of the Shred for one week, then move to level 2 the second week, then split the 3rd week between level 2 and level 3, then graduate back into P90X. These are 6 days a week workouts, with either extra lunges or extra arm workouts alternating days, along with extra ab workouts w/the medicine ball. At least three days a week, I'll run on the Wii Fit and continue to do Wii yoga every night before bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 Day Shred - Day 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed (a very modified) Level 3 &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Medicine ball ab workout&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Arms&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ran&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Yoga &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wii Fit is a crazy little robot thing that will do all kinds of things for you: weigh you, check your BMI, allow you to input the number of steps you've logged that day (it doesn't come with a pedometer. It &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;, and it should be wireless and feed it back to the Wii for you. Are you listening, Nintendo? I have the most brilliant ideas ever. Two words for you: Brand Ambassador. I'm just sayin'.) and create a goal and track it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbzHI0ld25A/S3IPgAukUDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9BgI_3HvYv4/s1600-h/wii_fit_box_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbzHI0ld25A/S3IPgAukUDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9BgI_3HvYv4/s320/wii_fit_box_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innosight.com/blog/wii_fit_box_front.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's not a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;accurate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; little robot thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For instance, I weighed myself and checked my BMI when I first received the Wii Fit, on Christmas day. It said I weighed in at 119.2 lbs, with a BMI of 18.04. This seemed to be correct, as I had started eating total junk shortly after our wedding in November, and had probably gained a few pounds. However, I decided to update it last night, and it said that I had LOST weight and now weighed 113 lbs (lies!) and had a BMI of 17.11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew this wasn't true. I had just been to the doctor two weeks prior and weighed in at 125 lbs. I had not dieted, exercised, or had a stomach virus in the past two weeks, so there was no way I had lost 12 lbs in that time. Plus, it took several months of a seriously strict regimen of no sugar, healthy eating and exercise to get down to about 115 for my wedding (from about 140 lbs), so I KNOW it wasn't just snap my fingers easy (god, I &lt;i&gt;WISH&lt;/i&gt;). So I went and calibrated the scale in my bathroom, the one I swore I'd never use again (it's not about weight for me, it's about being healthy and happy) and it said I weigh about 121 lbs, which sounds closer to what it should be. So the moral of the story is, Wii Fit Plus appears to be a useful little exercise tool, I just wouldn't use it&amp;nbsp; as an actual scale. I could just be pissed that it told me my Wii Fit age back in December was 38, and now it's telling me it's 48 (I'm 32). Stupid Wii Fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A note on my weight and what I'm working toward: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I'm not working out or dieting, I stay right around 120-125. If my &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/hashimotos_thyroiditis/article.htm"&gt;thyroid&lt;/a&gt; gets out of whack &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; I'm not dieting or exercising, I have gotten up to 145. Which ironically enough, is my alleged "ideal" weight. I'm calling BS. I was fat at 145 (not that 145 is fat - it was on ME, because that ideal weight standard does not account for body &lt;i&gt;type&lt;/i&gt;, just height and age). I feel most comfortable at 120. My clothes fit well, I don't feel bulky or like I'm dragging anything extra with me. It is my ultimate goal to be simply happy with how I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;, no matter my weight. However, feeling my best happens to coincide with my weight being around 120 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my goal is to maintain a weight of around 120 lbs, but to increase muscle tone without adding bulk. I can do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after stumbling upon &lt;a href="http://whatztheskinny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whatz the Skinny&lt;/a&gt;, I'm once again motivated to not only get my arse up off the couch, but to make my goals, successes, and yes, even my failures, known to the whole word. This time, I'll be going solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My large scale or long term fitness goals:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break the sugar addiction.&lt;/strong&gt; Again. Yes, I've accomplished this once before and fell right back into it. I'm an all or nothing person, what can I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn the gelatinous material in my thighs into muscle.&lt;/strong&gt; As a matter of fact, turn every bit of gelatinous material in my body into muscle. Bye bye, bat wings. No more jiggle butt. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MORE &lt;/strong&gt;jiggle butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Increase my strength, stamina, and athleticism.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm no athlete. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I firmly believe that I can become one, even if I can't become an exceptionally graceful one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear shorts this summer.&lt;/strong&gt; And a bathing suit. It has been years since I've worn either, and it's time. Oh, it's time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the person I WANT to be&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, so that sounds a bit cheesy. But it's true! I want to be an athletic, toned, peaceful on the inside person. I wasn't born that way, so I''m going to have to work at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My short term goals:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start an exercise routine.&lt;/strong&gt; I get bored easily, feel judged in gyms, and am broke as a joke. So I work out at home. I own P90X, the 30 Day Shred, and a Wii Fit. I have a medicine ball, a medicine ball workout DVD, weights, resistance bands, yoga mats and an Ab Lounge. I have no excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lower my caloric intake.&lt;/strong&gt; It's out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog about it here.&lt;/strong&gt; And find some readers to hold me accountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My eating has been stupid for the past two days (damn you, Valentine's Day....) AND I haven't worked out in two days. Tomorrow is a new day, and I plan to wake up early, head to the gym, then come back home and run a bit around the neighborhood. Then&amp;nbsp;I'm going to go to the zoo tomorrow and I get to play with my new camera! I'm really excited for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-8572567443057495468?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, yesterday I did: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30 minutes on treadmill set at 7 incline varying speed 3.8-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20 minute Ab class &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10 minute on recumbent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't do so great with the eating, I got up to 1900 calories. Not that anything I ate was really bad, but the dinner I made, though healthy, had more calories than I would have liked. Still, not a bad day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I am so sore I don't know if I will make it to the gym. I'm kind of doing that sore leg chicken walk - where you can't really bend at the knee or take long strides so you walk stiff legged with your butt out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I am making it a goal to drink more water than I did yesterday, which was only about 16 ounces. I detest drinking water, so this is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-4787087420401369428?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food Log&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breakfast: 1 FiberOne yogurt (80 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Instant Oatmeal (160 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Coke Zero (0 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch: Lean Cuisine (320 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 large strawberries (approx 100 cal?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinner: Atlanta Bread Co. Soup (190 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atlanta Bread Co. Side house salad (50 cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balsamic Vinegarette dressing (150 cal) &amp;lt;- CRAP! Hot tea no sugar Snacks: 1 100 cal pack cookies (100 cal) 1 Starbucks tall mocha lite frap (140 cal) 1/2 container Cottage cheese &amp;amp; Pineapples (100 cal) V8 Juice (170 cal) Total calories for the day: 1560 Not bad, calorie wise. I had plenty of fruits and vegetables and fiber, but not a lot of protein, which is probably why I lost steam while working out. I need to drink more water also and give up the sugar. I can't believe how many calories were in the dressing! I looked up the info on the ABC website this morning and was shocked! They have a fat free raspberry vinegarette that is only 35 calories, so that will be my choice next time I am there. &lt;strong&gt;Workout Log&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Legs - 3 reps 15 each leg press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 reps (1) 15 and (2) 10 thigh abducter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 reps (1) 15 and (2) thigh adducter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cardio - 10 minute warm up on Precore machine (like an eliptical but smoother) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20 minutes treadmill on incline 5 at 3.8 speed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear, these posts won't always be this detailed. Yesterday being the first day of REALLY trying hard, it was very ambitious. I would like to post on here at least four times a week to keep up with my exercise, if not my diet. Being that my goal is to lose five pounds in the next two weeks, I am tracking calories right now too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458661177776882274-6204132219296400001?l=damnyoumuffintop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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