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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFSXY8fCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702674009341157861</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:15:18.874-08:00</updated><category term="ten tips" /><category term="points" /><category term="walking" /><category term="scale" /><category term="inlawexpert" /><category term="Giant Fudge Bars" /><category term="breakfast" /><category term="restaurant coupons" /><category term="weight loss" /><category term="Weight Watchers" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="California" /><category term="Colorsplash" /><category term="Julia Childs" /><category term="Julie and Julia" /><category term="50 pounds" /><category term="Labrador Retriever" /><category term="buffets" /><category term="Costco" /><category term="comfort foods" /><category term="potatoes" /><title>Fifty Pounds in Fifty Weeks</title><subtitle type="html">Follow me, a 59 year-old writer and grandmother, as I follow the Weight Watchers Way.  I’ll count the points, go to the meetings and try not to whine (too much) while accomplishing my goal. 

Be part of my journey, either from your armchair or doing it with me, and let’s see how it all turns out on August 31, 2010!

P.S. At 50 weeks, I had lost 31.2 pounds and decided to go for 60 pounds by my 60th birthday…so please stick around until 
December 18, 2011!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702674009341157861/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261583436912754281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvgZ5jM0n9I/SrfJdNZdOeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLBSxxRKk1I/S220/JaneAngelich.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FiftyPoundsInFiftyWeeks" /><feedburner:info uri="fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCQXg5fCp7ImA9Wx9RGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702674009341157861.post-2645704460637501328</id><published>2010-12-20T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:57:40.624-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-20T20:57:40.624-08:00</app:edited><title>Approaching the New Year with a smile</title><content type="html">&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’ve lost count of the number of days that it has been raining, but I know that I’ve been hanging out at home for what seems like a long time.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday evening, I made a break for it and celebrated my birthday at John Ash in Santa Rosa with my husband, son and some of our friends.&amp;nbsp; It was a grand evening despite the lousy weather.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the specials of the day was a pink snapper served over a mix of healthy grains and vegetables.&amp;nbsp; I jumped at that option and was not disappointed.&amp;nbsp; When the server came up behind me with a plate containing a flaming candle and birthday treat, I was points -ready for whatever she had to offer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The plate had crème brulee in a ramekin the size of a silver dollar and a small plain biscotti.&amp;nbsp; Although impossible to really know how many points were on the plate, I counted it as six, and borrowed only two points from my weekly 49 to add to my daily total.&amp;nbsp; I left the restaurant without feeling like I overdid any part of the evening with the exception of the fun part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I get ready to enter 2011, I have been reflecting upon how much better I feel than I did one short year ago.&amp;nbsp; And, I look at my husband, proudly, as he has also shed “serious poundage.” Together, we are crossing into the New Year weighing 95 pounds less than we did before we embarked on our weight loss journey.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we hit the 100- pound mark, I’ll be sure to brag!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So much to catch up on, I don’t know where to begin.&amp;nbsp; It’s been two weigh-ins since I last wrote and week 64, I lost .4 pounds and week 65, I lost .2 pounds, so the total is 31.8 pounds as I approach my 59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; birthday…tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m finding the new program more fun than the old one, and I like having free fruit whenever I feel like a snack.&amp;nbsp; Bravo Weight Watchers for re-thinking and re-creating the program.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let’s see, what else do I have to report???&amp;nbsp; Well, I think the most exciting news is that I won a business contest sponsored by British Airways that involved our company’s pet product, supercollar®.&amp;nbsp; The prize is a trip to New York and London and then from London, I get to pick anywhere in the world I want to visit.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I picked Abu Dhabi as the place we want to see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am already planning my PointsPlus program around Middle Eastern food.&amp;nbsp; I think the lamb, rice, and yogurt will be an integral part of what goes on with me for the time we will be “in residence.”&amp;nbsp; I am counting the days until we leave!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Another high point of my last two weeks came yesterday, when my husband and I went to Left Bank in Larkspur for dinner.&amp;nbsp; We had the pleasure of meeting the daughter of my Weight Watchers buddy, Nora, after enjoying a wonderful meal.&amp;nbsp; I had salmon, which was served on a plank, over fresh vegetables.&amp;nbsp; Delicious and points friendly!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I approach my birthday celebration, I am marching in with 49 points of my weekly allowance ready for use.&amp;nbsp; I won’t be going wild, but I may have a bite or two of something special.&amp;nbsp; It’s not about the food, it’s about the family and friends who will be sharing the evening with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last year at this time, I had lost about 10 pounds and wondered how I would look this year.&amp;nbsp; Well, let me tell you that almost 32 pounds off looks “MAHVELOUS” by comparison.&amp;nbsp; The time was going to pass either way, so I’m sure glad I stuck with it and can enjoy a healthier, more comfortable, me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; You can catch the national appearance of supercollar® on Tuesday, December 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; on the CBS Early Show.&amp;nbsp; It is being featured as a Holiday Pet Pick!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tuesday was weigh-in day and the first day of the new program.&amp;nbsp; It was like joining all over again, even though it was week 63.&amp;nbsp; I lost .4, so my total is 31.2 pounds at the starting gate, or one-half pound per week since September 22, 2009.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I now have five more points than I had a week ago and 49 weekly points on top of them.&amp;nbsp; I immediately checked my Weight Watchers Giant Fudge Bars to see how they fared in the new and improved point structure.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for me, they went from one point to three points.&amp;nbsp; It’s not a big deal, especially with the extra points.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am in love with the “pointless” fruit.&amp;nbsp; I always shared my bananas with my Labrador Retrievers so that I didn’t use the full point value of them in the former program.&amp;nbsp; I still share, but less goes to the dogs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, it’s time for lunch.&amp;nbsp; I see a peanut butter, multi-grain English muffin topped with a banana in my future.&amp;nbsp; Who knows, I might even throw in a Giant Fudge Bar for dessert if I’m in the mood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-7675766016009394305?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What’s been going on with me?&amp;nbsp; I disappeared for a while and need to get you back up-to-date on my comings and goings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Tuesday, I sat on a conference call that ran so long that I ended up missing my meeting.&amp;nbsp; I was dressed, wearing my running shoes, which in my case are used for walking, and watched the clock ticking away.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I was disappointed and don't really know if I gained or lost weight. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to assume I did neither.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That same evening, I did get some activity points in as my husband and I walked Moscone Center and visited the Car Show.&amp;nbsp; It is an annual ritual for my husband and one of his friends and I was the “tag along.”&amp;nbsp; I always forget how big that convention center is and was glad I was still wearing my running/walking shoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, I made it through Thanksgiving with no issues.&amp;nbsp; We visited out friends and enjoyed a lovely turkey dinner that involved no cooking on my part and very little clean-up.&amp;nbsp; It was a day to catch up on stories and to see people that we don’t see very often.&amp;nbsp; I knew going into it that I would be fine and emerged victorious and with points to spare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And now, it’s already Friday and I don’t have to worry about what to do with leftovers.&amp;nbsp; We have none.&amp;nbsp; So, it’s business as usual in the kitchen, and that makes life just a little easier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m counting down the days until next Tuesday’s meeting.&amp;nbsp; The new program is so close I can taste it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m expecting great results and looking forward to mastering the new system.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Until then, it’s tracking as usual…which is on auto-pilot for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-5504950444004234683?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s time for the new program…I’m getting antsy to see what it’s all about and more importantly, how it will help me.&amp;nbsp; I’m up one pound this week, and it feels like I’m stuck in a rut. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not whining or getting crazy over this stuff.&amp;nbsp; I know that going to the meetings, being part of a support group and following the plan is still an enjoyable part of my life.&amp;nbsp; I just want to get back to the part of dropping pounds.&amp;nbsp; I know it’s just around the corner and in 14 days, I’ll get the details.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meanwhile, it was a Costco day for me…lots of fruit and a turkey.&amp;nbsp; I decided to test drive Thanksgiving this week with a small turkey and will be whipping it up tomorrow evening.&amp;nbsp; It’s great that the traditional holiday meal is a turkey and not a cake.&amp;nbsp; It works much better with the point system…both the current one and what I envision the new Pro Points one will look like on November 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Let’s see if I’m right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m going to make this blog a combination of losing weight and travel.&amp;nbsp; It seems like all I do lately is eat in restaurants, because I am on the road.&amp;nbsp; And, it’s not going to change in the foreseeable future.&amp;nbsp; I figured out that I’m gone one week each month between now and next April, so I better start planning for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m home now, however, and I don’t get nervous about holiday eating, even though it’s just around the corner.&amp;nbsp; None of us got overweight from eating Thanksgiving dinner.&amp;nbsp; It’s what happens after that dinner that sets the tone for weight gain or loss, and I believe I have conquered the potential problem after over a year in the program.&amp;nbsp; For me, Thanksgiving is another day of eating on program and rewarding myself by enjoying my family and friends who will share it with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also look forward to learning about the new Weight Watchers program that will unveil itself for me on Tuesday, November 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;…just two short weeks away.&amp;nbsp; I like the concepts that I have been reading online and think that “shaking it up” a bit will be a pleasant change.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, back to talking about travel.&amp;nbsp; I visited my sister in Los Angeles for a few days and part of the visit includes visiting restaurants that we like and introducing one new restaurant to the mix.&amp;nbsp; This time, we tried Mastros, a place in Beverly Hills that is known for its steaks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had the petite filet mignon, which was about four ounces after it was cooked, and sides, for which they are known, of garlic mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese.&amp;nbsp; Three of us shared each of those sides and most of them went home as leftovers, so it was the equivalent of a spoonful of each for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think that the only part of restaurant dining that bugs me is the amount of salt that is added to the food when it is prepared.&amp;nbsp; I can control most of what goes on in the grilling and butter department, but the salt just seems to be there.&amp;nbsp; And, after eating, I generally feel like I have expanded proportionate to the chef’s “heavy” hand.&amp;nbsp; Don’t get me wrong, it tastes great, and I know it doesn’t add points.&amp;nbsp; I just don’t like the feeling. And, I definitely try to avoid the restaurants the night before a weigh-in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, time to make dinner…at my house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There were two of us at Weight Watchers today…I was one of them and our meeting leader, Claudette, was the other one.&amp;nbsp; I had another appointment that prevented me from attending the actual meeting, but because we can get weighed-in starting at 8 a.m., I was there early.&amp;nbsp; It was a bit weird to be the only member in the room, but I got the job done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I lost another .4 pounds.&amp;nbsp; Now, let’s review the math.&amp;nbsp; I went away for three weeks on business and vacation and gained 2.6 pounds.&amp;nbsp; I have been back for two weeks and have lost one pound.&amp;nbsp; So, it will probably take me about six weeks to get back to where I was before I went away.&amp;nbsp; I am not fond of that ratio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I noticed a message on my Weight Watchers e-Tool about something new that is coming soon.&amp;nbsp; Once I’m teased that way, I have to do a little Google research to see what I can find.&amp;nbsp; I have found out that a new plan is coming to us on November 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; and that it was introduced in the United Kingdom this week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am looking forward to learning all about it.&amp;nbsp; The rumor mill is churning, and it seems like fruit will become a no point option.&amp;nbsp; But, you know rumors…especially the ones coming out of the United Kingdom.&amp;nbsp; I’ve been waiting for that royal wedding of Prince William and his girlfriend for years.&amp;nbsp; Rumor has it that it’s coming next year…I’m not holding my breath.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last evening, my husband and I got to put on our “fancy clothes” and attended the Hospice of Marin Gala.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I was getting ready, it dawned on me that I hadn’t gotten dressed up since starting Weight Watchers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn’t run out and invest in a new outfit.&amp;nbsp; I planned to put together something from my existing wardrobe, but didn’t really know what it was going to look like.&amp;nbsp; Living in Marin and not being part of the social scene, it’s not often that I need to figure out what’s in the “dressy” part of my closet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;About 15 years ago, I bought black “chiffony” evening pants that look like a cross between pants and a skirt.&amp;nbsp; I pull them out when I need to put together a special look.&amp;nbsp; I have a laugh every time I wear them because they have elastic in the back and a hook on the side and stretch or shrink to fit my weight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;During my heaviest times, they feel like I am wearing a tourniquet.&amp;nbsp; Last evening, they almost fell off.&amp;nbsp; I pulled them up, discreetly, every time I walked a few steps.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I was thrilled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I continue my weight loss journey, there are items of clothing that have to be sacrificed along the route.&amp;nbsp; I think my evening pants will be heading out soon.&amp;nbsp; I will miss them, so I’ll be on the lookout for a new smaller version.&amp;nbsp; Any clothing item that lasts over a decade is a hit in my book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It didn’t start out the way I thought it would.&amp;nbsp; I walked to Weight Watchers for the first time since I sprained my ankle 10 weeks ago and looked forward to seeing a loss on the scale.&amp;nbsp; If you remember, last week I gained 2.6 pounds after three weeks of travel and restaurant dining.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I got on the scale to be disappointed at a .2-pound gain.&amp;nbsp; How could that have happened…I walked back to my seat and found myself distracted and thinking about this surprise.&amp;nbsp; And then it dawned on me that I had forgotten to take off my shoes and my jacket when I got on the scale.&amp;nbsp; I had been chatting with the woman who weighed me in and totally missed my usual clothing removal exercise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I got back out of my seat, went back to the scale and did my weigh-in properly.&amp;nbsp; I lost .6 pounds this week and was back to feeling in control.&amp;nbsp; All records were corrected, and I left the meeting knowing that I had another two pounds to get rid of to be back to where I was a month ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I did walk 3.75 miles today, including a stop off to vote on the way home from my meeting.&amp;nbsp; I also am pleased to report that I have candy to send to the troops and want to thank my fellow Weight Watchers friends for bringing it to the meeting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We started Halloween with 70 mini- candy bars, and I figured that I would end it with at least half of them.&amp;nbsp; Last year, we had about a dozen Trick or Treaters appear at our door.&amp;nbsp; Boy, was I wrong.&amp;nbsp; We blew through that candy in about 30 minutes when groups of 10-15 children showed up at once.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It got to the point where I switched to Nature Valley Granola Bars just to finish up with part of a group that was going to get nothing.&amp;nbsp; I’m sure that the reaction to my healthy Halloween snack was the same as the one I had about 50 years ago when somebody gave me two pennies instead of candy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Once the end had come, of the candy that is, my husband made our house “go black.”&amp;nbsp; All lights, both inside and out, were turned off and we sat in silence watching the end of the Giants game.&amp;nbsp; We cheered quietly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow is Weight Watchers, and I expected to be the lead-off batter with the leftover candy that I will be sending overseas to the troops.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have no candy, so please collect up all of yours and bring it to the meeting.&amp;nbsp; I promise to buy some more to add to it, so that the box is chock full of goodies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-5610603331343684463?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s Halloween, the Niners played the Broncos in London, and, of course, it’s World Series baseball.&amp;nbsp; What a combination of at home, mostly on my couch events, for one day. I have a bowl of candy ready for the “Trick or Treaters,” but figure they aren’t showing up as long as their parents are watching the Giants and Rangers playing Game 4.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of the candy…I haven’t touched it except to put it in the bowl.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I am looking forward to Tuesday’s Weight Watchers meeting to pick up some more of it.&amp;nbsp; When confronted with what to do with the leftover Halloween candy that a lot of us will have tomorrow, the temptation for most of us is to eat it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of my fellow WW members buy the stuff they don’t like to avoid that temptation, and others have family members hide the leftovers so they don’t eat them.&amp;nbsp; I decided to fix the potential problem for all of us by offering to collect up all the uneaten candy and bring it home after Tuesday’s meeting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now don’t think that I’m getting ready to pull a candy scam and eat it.&amp;nbsp; I volunteered to box it up and send it to the troops.&amp;nbsp; I have done my research and know how to make it happen, so that’s why I am looking forward to seeing how much I get to send.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have 70 mini Milky Ways and Snickers, enough for 35 Trick or Treaters.&amp;nbsp; I hope they all come, but if they don’t, I’ll be sending the leftovers overseas to the guys and gals who deserve it. &amp;nbsp;If you are in my Tuesday morning meeting, don't forget to help me out!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who gained 2.6 pounds in week 58 of Weight Watchers…me.&amp;nbsp; This is the most weight I have gained in the time I have been a member.&amp;nbsp; Why did this happen?&amp;nbsp; It’s not like I don’t know.&amp;nbsp; I have been away for three weeks, part of which was work but most of it was vacation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I worked hard at staying on the program, but I knew that it was very difficult to really know how things were prepared in the 50+ restaurant meals that I consumed.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t see the butter going into some of the dishes that I ordered, but I was pretty sure it was in there somewhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Going back to a meeting today was a very calming experience.&amp;nbsp; I missed my fellow Weight Watchers, missed the ritual of Tuesday mornings at 9:30 and missed the routine of writing my blog and posting my results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m happy now.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I’m not thrilled about the weight gain, but it will be gone in two weeks.&amp;nbsp; That’s going to happen.&amp;nbsp; I am a creature of habit and now that my old bad habits have been replaced with good Weight Watchers habits, I feel much better.&amp;nbsp; And, can you imagine what would happen if I tossed in the towel now???&amp;nbsp; I figure it would take roughly six months to be back to my old weight.&amp;nbsp; Yuk!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-3704110370259185614?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It feels like I have been on a desert island for about two weeks.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t gone this long without writing a post since I embarked on my Weight Watchers journey in September 2009.&amp;nbsp; But, there is a good reason for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I left on a business trip to Chicago on October 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; and returned home on the 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The next day, my husband and I left for our vacation in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; When we are away and nobody is minding the house, I don’t like to bring attention to the fact that we are away and nobody is minding the house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And now we are home…back from a wonderfully relaxing time on the Big Island.&amp;nbsp; The dogs have come home from the “babysitter”, the clothes have been unpacked, washed and put away, the grocery shopping, via Safeway delivery, is over, Costco has been visited, and it seems like my routine is back in full swing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit that although I miss the beach, I am glad to get back to the routine.&amp;nbsp; It’s very easy to see how two weeks away from the control in my kitchen and missing two Weight Watchers meetings can set one up to go down the “dark path.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You do your best to control your restaurant choices, hope that the ingredients haven’t been doctored up with secret additives like butter, and guesstimate portion size from experience.&amp;nbsp; Until I show up on Tuesday and get on the Weight Watchers meeting scale, I am not getting on my scale.&amp;nbsp; It’s going to take that long to get two weeks worth of salt out of my system.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So folks, I’m back.&amp;nbsp; I always miss you when I’m gone, and it’s good to be home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here we go again…it’s Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; How did that happen so fast?&amp;nbsp; But, it was a good Tuesday at Weight Watchers, and I lost .8 pounds for a total of 33.4 pounds in 55 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Moving forward, a little bit each week, is the name of the game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow, I head out to Chicago to work another trade show and spend a few days standing in my booth.&amp;nbsp; Now that I have the Las Vegas show behind me, I’m ready for the long days, my packed snacks and soaking my sore feet at the end of each day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The “un-fun” part of this trip is that my husband is staying home.&amp;nbsp; When we were in Las Vegas, I looked forward to going out to very nice dinners each evening.&amp;nbsp; When I travel alone, the incentive to go anywhere diminishes with each passing hour, and I usually end up eating in the hotel dining room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, it’s time to pack the suitcases and squeeze a little television into the rest of this evening.&amp;nbsp; I’ll be sure to report in from “the field” also known as the Chicago Convention Center.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is much easier since joining Weight Watchers.&amp;nbsp; Why, you ask?&amp;nbsp; It’s easier to have food in the refrigerator for actual meals than it was to sit around most evenings trying to figure out where we were getting take-out, food delivery, or sit-down restaurant food.&amp;nbsp; And, it’s so much cheaper now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought I would be the one who would enjoy planning and preparing meals.&amp;nbsp; It took about 40 years to get here.&amp;nbsp; I used to be the one that took pride in explaining that my kitchen was part of my house for resale purposes only.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This evening, my husband called to say he was meeting a buddy after work.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t have to face the concept of hopping in the car to scavenge around for a table for one.&amp;nbsp; I went to the kitchen and made myself a delicious dinner that included a pork chop, sweet potato and fresh asparagus. &amp;nbsp;And when he arrived home, there were leftovers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of these days, I’m going to compare expenditures in restaurants for the year preceding Weight Watchers with this year.&amp;nbsp; I figure I have saved several thousand dollars.&amp;nbsp; Since I plan to continue this behavior going forward, I look at it as another way to fund my retirement…or our next vacation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I returned…to my Weight Watchers meeting yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Missing two in a row, for the first time in 54 weeks of being a member, was not sitting well with me.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that walking back into the meeting room felt really good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I joined, I vowed that I would attend the meetings and actually stay for them.&amp;nbsp; I wasn’t going to get weighed in and leave.&amp;nbsp; And, I have kept that promise.&amp;nbsp; Every week that I am in town, I am sitting in the front row actively participating in the group discussion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the combination of missing the familiar faces from Tuesday morning combined with feeling “out of sorts” because I wasn’t where I usually am at 9:30 a.m. made yesterday’s “homecoming” even better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The scale wasn’t completely friendly.&amp;nbsp; I gained .2 pounds, but I never really care about that part.&amp;nbsp; I know I am doing what I set out to do, following the program and tracking my daily intake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Next Tuesday, I’ll be back.&amp;nbsp; The scale might not be friendly, but the people sure are a worth making the trip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-7120917162123723359?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two years ago about this time, my husband, son, sister and I hopped a plane and headed for Oktoberfest in Munich.&amp;nbsp; We had a fantastic time, and it made us want to go back for more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This year, more came in the form of Oktoberfest in San Francisco, which we went to last evening on Pier 48.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t quite the same as the original version, but fun all the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Plenty of good music, lederhosen, dirndls, German beer, sausages, pretzels and Bavarian desserts constituted a simulated Munich experience…except, I wasn’t wearing a dirndl or lederhosen, I don’t drink, and I ate nothing.&amp;nbsp; The music was the part I liked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn’t care about the food and drink part of it.&amp;nbsp; I looked back at some pictures of the “real Oktoberfest” and was struck by the difference in my appearance from BWW, before Weight Watchers, and now.&amp;nbsp; I like the MOWW, member of Weight Watchers, body much better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The perfect picture will take place next Oktoberfest, when my husband and I plan to go back to Munich, and I will be three months away from my 60 pounds off goal.&amp;nbsp; I might even invest in a dirndl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702674009341157861-7871498875913652579?l=fiftypoundsinfiftyweeks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I took a nap on the couch the other day and both of my Labrador retrievers were asleep in my lap.&amp;nbsp; Hard to imagine that 130 pounds of two dogs could fit on there, but they have a routine where one of them climbs on and the other one puts his head on her back.&amp;nbsp; It’s very cute when I am awake to see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That’s the point of this posting.&amp;nbsp; I wasn’t awake but my husband was, and he took a picture of the three of us.&amp;nbsp; When I awoke, I got to see the evidence…the dogs were still as cute as ever but I had a bit of an “issue.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite the weight I lost, I was still sporting two chins.&amp;nbsp; Now, had that picture been taken one year ago, it probably would have been four chins, so I’m grateful.&amp;nbsp; But, I know that there is still work to be done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s good to have a visual reminder now and then.&amp;nbsp; It shows how far I’ve come and that the journey must continue.&amp;nbsp; I’m in it for the duration…and I will replace that picture when I’m down to one chin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a big meat back-up in my refrigerator today and something had to be done about it.&amp;nbsp; I’m not sure how it got to be as bad as it did, but I know when it started.&amp;nbsp; We went to Costco on Sunday and bought organic chicken breasts and organic ground beef.&amp;nbsp; Organic protein isn’t part of our regular menu, but we wanted to check it out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And then things happened, the stuff I can't remember, where the days were ticking by and the meat was just sitting there.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I forgot about the hot dogs that had been in there even longer and were screaming to get out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The only solution to the dilemma was to cook almost all of the meat.&amp;nbsp;The chicken and the hot dogs went on the grill.&amp;nbsp; The ground beef came in three separate vacuum- packed packages, and we cooked one of them.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed to see that the burger trio had an expiration date of October 5, so we will be having the other two packages sometime in the not too distant future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When all was said and done, we had a good meal and now have enough leftovers for days.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it’s not so bad to get behind in your grilling because when you finally catch up, you can rest easy knowing that there is no decision making on what’s for dinner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a plan in place to go to my Weight Watchers meeting this morning.&amp;nbsp; I missed last week’s meeting while I was in Las Vegas and was looking forward to getting back to my buddies and my meeting leader, Claudette.&amp;nbsp; The plan derailed, and I didn’t make it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband had a scheduled outpatient procedure that involved anesthesia, and he wasn’t allowed to drive home.&amp;nbsp; So, I got dressed in my official Weight Watchers weigh-in outfit that I have been wearing faithfully for 53 weeks and headed out at 6:45 a.m. for his appointment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He was supposed to be ready to come home by 9, so I figured that I’d be back at our house by 9:30, drop him off, and drive the five minutes back to the meeting.&amp;nbsp; As 9 a.m. came and went, I started to worry about my husband and why he wasn’t in the car driving north with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, at about 9:30, he was ready to roll, and we worked our way home…and arrived in time to plan next week’s meeting attendance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The good news is that my husband’s anesthesia has worn off, and he’s feeling fine.&amp;nbsp; After our big day, I feel like I shared some of that knock-out stuff and am ready to call it a night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you stand around in a trade show booth talking to people for 10 hours a day and don’t have time for lunch, you would think you would be starving at the end of it.&amp;nbsp; But, I wasn’t.&amp;nbsp; I was really tired and think that wiped out the desire to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After my daily naps, we did head out to dinner.&amp;nbsp; If I had been alone, I probably would have stayed in the nap mode until daylight.&amp;nbsp; But, my husband was with me and there are wonderful restaurants all over Las Vegas, so we rallied and went out later in the evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We dined the first night and the last night at the same place, StripSteak in the Mandalay Bay Hotel mega-complex.&amp;nbsp; The restaurant is one of Michael Mina’s creations and obviously our original meal was so good that we went back despite a million other choices that we could have made.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We asked our waiter for a recommendation, and he suggested that we split a porterhouse steak.&amp;nbsp; We went with that choice, and it was served sliced to make it easier to divide into two portions.&amp;nbsp; With sides of a baked potato and creamed corn with jalapeno, which we also split, my husband enjoyed a point appropriate delicious fare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We finished dinner about 11 p.m. that first evening and made a beeline back to bed knowing that we needed all the sleep we could get to be ready for day two of booth work.&amp;nbsp; I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m home from Las Vegas as of 1:00 a.m. and glad to be back in my quiet living room.&amp;nbsp; Don’t get me wrong…my husband and I actually love going there because of the restaurants, the people watching, and the over-the-top everything.&amp;nbsp; But, after working in our trade show booth for three days, I’m happy for the peace and quiet of Novato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had planned ahead for my eight- hour stretches in the booth, but even the best of plans don’t always work.&amp;nbsp; We would eat breakfast at 8 a.m. each day and then head over to the booth at 9.&amp;nbsp; I ordered the same breakfast each day, fresh berries and yogurt and then took a granola bar out of my pocket and sprinkled it into the mixture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The trade show opened at 10 and with 10,000 attendees, there was never a time to eat my healthy snacks.&amp;nbsp; I was always talking to somebody.&amp;nbsp; And, each day we had a rescue dog in our booth wearing a supercollar®, so bringing out food wasn’t the best move, if we wanted to keep the booth from turning into a disaster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time would fly by and suddenly it would be 5 p.m. and lunch never had happened.&amp;nbsp; But, I never noticed.&amp;nbsp; We would go back to the room, take a nap, and head out to dinner at 9.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s post to read about our very yummy dinners.&amp;nbsp; Although Las Vegas is in our time zone, I feel like I just got back from Europe…exhausted and ready for bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Every once in a while, I am out later than midnight and when that happens and I haven’t written a post, I lose that day.&amp;nbsp; Last evening, my husband and I went into San Francisco for dinner and arrived home at 12:05, so that was one of those times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We met some friends at Town Hall, the restaurant not a government building, and spent a few hours catching up on old times.&amp;nbsp; This couple lived in Marin when they were first married, but now, 14 years and three children later, they live on the Peninsula.&amp;nbsp; The combination of distance and life gets in the way of seeing them as often as we would like to see them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But back to Town Hall…we have been there several times, before but it was the first time for the other couple.&amp;nbsp; They actually picked the restaurant and didn’t think we knew about it.&amp;nbsp; We know very little about City restaurants so it was a fluke that we not only knew about this one, but had eaten there a few times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This restaurant offers a lot of “comfort food.”&amp;nbsp; In other words, all the stuff I inhaled in massive quantities before joining Weight Watchers.&amp;nbsp; But, last evening, I exercised control and still had a great meal.&amp;nbsp; I had two appetizers and no main course. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Appetizer number one was my favorite, heirloom tomatoes with feta cheese.&amp;nbsp; I followed that with a thinly sliced Parma ham served with three tiny buttermilk biscuits.&amp;nbsp; If you glued the biscuits together they still didn’t equal one regular sized one, so I didn’t over indulge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a few spoons of the community butterscotch pudding for dessert and that was it for me.&amp;nbsp; Once again, the best part of the evening was spending it with friends.&amp;nbsp; It was more comforting than comfort food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Time to clean out the refrigerator by eating its contents.&amp;nbsp; Yes, before heading out of town, I get creative in trying to get rid of the items on the shelves, so they don’t go bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, my husband was working late, so I started cooking up a medley of spinach, green onions, tomatoes, green beans, and leftover rice and pork (yes, last night’s pork fried rice).&amp;nbsp; My goal was to see how many things I could pile into one skillet and keep my point level where it needed to be…at seven points.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had lots of vegetables and very little rice and pork left, so it was pretty easy to fill a plate and still hit my point target.&amp;nbsp; When I sat down to eat it, it took forever because I discovered that eating a pile of green beans is a slow process.&amp;nbsp; But they say the slower you eat, the less likely you are to overeat.&amp;nbsp; Fast eating tricks your brain into thinking you haven’t even started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My freezer is the next stop…a giant fudge bar is calling my name.&amp;nbsp; This treat will be consumed just because I like it and not because I'm on a quest to clean out an appliance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you buy a pork shoulder at Costco you really get your money’s worth, especially if it weighs about a ton and there are only two of you.&amp;nbsp; It began on Sunday, when it was slow cooked on the charcoal grill.&amp;nbsp; It’s still going on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday, I had it on a plate for dinner and have eaten it for lunch and dinner every day except Tuesday, when we went to Il Fornaio.&amp;nbsp; My husband turns it into fajitas and is working the dinner circuit only.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.&amp;nbsp; I had to find a recipe that used leftover pork shoulder some other way.&amp;nbsp; And, I found it.&amp;nbsp; It became pork-fried rice…modified to fit my Weight Watchers points.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A bit of oil, some green onions, garlic, a bunch of cut up pork, fresh green beans, a few cups of white rice, a beaten egg and some soy sauce yielded enough pork fried rice for my husband and I and…more leftovers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m not sure what’s worse, looking at the hunk of pork shoulder that still lives in foil in the refrigerator or the pile of fried rice dotted with pork shoulder that lives in the Tupperware.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t much matter, as it lives on in tomorrow’s food plan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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