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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;DkQAQ389fCp7ImA9WhRUEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081</id><updated>2012-01-22T20:52:22.164-08:00</updated><title>Half The Woman I Used To Be</title><subtitle type="html">Chronicling my efforts towards achieving optimum health</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</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/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe" /><feedburner:info uri="halfthewomaniusedtobe" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMRHg8cSp7ImA9WhRWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-8767895409028917868</id><published>2011-12-30T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:54:45.679-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T15:54:45.679-08:00</app:edited><title>Doing great...except for the part when I'm not</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8767895409028917868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=8767895409028917868" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8767895409028917868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8767895409028917868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/9AeCUQPuyDY/doing-greatexcept-for-part-when-im-not.html" title="Doing great...except for the part when I'm not" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm feeling sorry for myself at the moment. I have a wicked head cold. Or allergies. Or both, I can't really tell. It comes and goes. At the moment it's here. I've been sneezing all day. I tried to exercise, but whenever I bend over to touch my toes or try to do a planky sort of thing, I start sneezing again. And then sometimes I cough.

I'll spare you the details on what all this is doing to my 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/earNKAqVsnRseyQuipFKcIJic98/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/earNKAqVsnRseyQuipFKcIJic98/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/9AeCUQPuyDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/12/doing-greatexcept-for-part-when-im-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NR3sycCp7ImA9WhdaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-4139635282196522558</id><published>2011-10-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:24:56.598-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T08:24:56.598-07:00</app:edited><title>I might need to unfriend you...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4139635282196522558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=4139635282196522558" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/4139635282196522558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/4139635282196522558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/lI79i_0VlG8/i-might-need-to-unfriend-you.html" title="I might need to unfriend you..." /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">...but it's not you! It's me!

I just figured out last week that I am a social-eating/drinking enabler. A few of my really good friends and supporters helped me figure it all out (Molly, Sheri, Lori and Beth - love you!!!!)

"What are you going to eat? I kinda want an appetizer, but not the whole thing. Will you split it with me, Georgia?"
"Okay. Order whichever one you want."

"Geo, I wanna have
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Sugar wasn't all that important to me, but I was indulging my kids. As of now, we're done with sugar at my house! And we're totally ramping up the 
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In the garage I've got the treadmill, elliptical cross-trainer, weight  bench with bar and weight set, step bench and risers, Pilates mats, a  kettle bell and hand weights. My youngest uses the punching bag to 
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We've been eating really well at our house since I joined the CSA. Plenty of veggies, but they were 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hucBoIlXSTw5v_gZCEKgHDJv81o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hucBoIlXSTw5v_gZCEKgHDJv81o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/Sv5HA82MCYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/07/spent-morning-prepping-veggies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BSX8-eyp7ImA9WhdSGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-8555825699224467295</id><published>2011-07-28T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:57:38.153-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T20:57:38.153-07:00</app:edited><title>Very low calorie snacking</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8555825699224467295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=8555825699224467295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8555825699224467295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8555825699224467295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/q-tdmiOaDpo/very-low-calorie-snacking.html" title="Very low calorie snacking" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I tried avoiding the in-between snacks. There are no snack foods in my house. Just ask my kids. I don't really do the snack thing. But, I have no issue with putting together an entire meal when I'm feeling noshy. I can really eat a lot if left unsupervised and emotionally compromised, which is practically all the time during menopause. (Really, who wants to be around a menopausal woman? Are there
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LDWbf08j-QFI_o_LhHq260tylGA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LDWbf08j-QFI_o_LhHq260tylGA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/q-tdmiOaDpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/07/very-low-calorie-snacking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECRX0ycCp7ImA9WhdTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-3925968480136955815</id><published>2011-07-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:51:04.398-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T11:51:04.398-07:00</app:edited><title>Off-track with the supplements - bad</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3925968480136955815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=3925968480136955815" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3925968480136955815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3925968480136955815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/F1gmoH6MVdc/off-track-with-supplements-bad.html" title="Off-track with the supplements - bad" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, so while I was fully on all my supplements, I guess I wasn't just peeing expensive water.

I laid off the vitamins and supplements since I went on vacation, just to see what would happen to me. It's been over a month since I took anything and I feel like crap! I don't remember feeling like this before I started taking them all. It was a slow build of supplements and now I don't really 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/676ZtLMXf0lCYxJo-dg1B88MPTQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/676ZtLMXf0lCYxJo-dg1B88MPTQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/F1gmoH6MVdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/07/off-track-with-supplements-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNQnszcSp7ImA9WhdTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-8791684030638477832</id><published>2011-07-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:16:33.589-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T16:16:33.589-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm having one of those weeks...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8791684030638477832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=8791684030638477832" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8791684030638477832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/8791684030638477832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/-LH-awFwvSM/im-having-one-of-those-weeks.html" title="I'm having one of those weeks..." /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">The food plan, not feelin' it.

The fitness plan, not feelin' it either.

Hoping going to Pilates will get me out of my funk. I don't have anything mind-blowing to share, nothing new to report really. I weighed in at 297 a couple days ago, but it's not impressing me much. I think this is the summer doldrums. I get reverse S.A.D., and I'm much crabbier in the summer than I am in the winter. (And 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OVlxWPdajQm4KY4QPaHtDSFyKjY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OVlxWPdajQm4KY4QPaHtDSFyKjY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/u1yWBqFRrR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-happy-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQXo_fip7ImA9WhZbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-3406980654043658850</id><published>2011-06-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:50:50.446-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T12:50:50.446-07:00</app:edited><title>Didn't gain, didn't lose...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3406980654043658850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=3406980654043658850" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3406980654043658850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3406980654043658850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/-44gck5gIgY/didnt-gain-didnt-lose.html" title="Didn't gain, didn't lose..." /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jHFHn3xAyk/TgJBGBXrWOI/AAAAAAAAADY/6laKod071TA/s72-c/193446_10150103065606751_545171750_6858084_4566890_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Others are telling me that I did good by having maintained my weight while on vacation. I'm trying to talk myself into being happy with that. But I am happy that I went, and I feel pretty damn good right now. Creativity is back (yeah!), enthusiasm for life is flowing again...I'm even motivated about getting right back into the weight loss routine.

On Facebook, someone posted my high school 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z8dgpSBzueUXQf62K0FMvLszBjA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z8dgpSBzueUXQf62K0FMvLszBjA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/-44gck5gIgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/06/didnt-gain-didnt-lose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQnY-fCp7ImA9WhZUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-4624722223550727442</id><published>2011-06-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:07:43.854-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-10T11:07:43.854-07:00</app:edited><title>Should I blog while on vacation?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4624722223550727442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=4624722223550727442" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/4624722223550727442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/4624722223550727442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/rW7rBuHJHe0/should-i-blog-while-on-vacation.html" title="Should I blog while on vacation?" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm leaving for L.A. soon. With regards to staying on my optimum wellness track, I'm going to have fun! Hanging out with people I truly enjoy. Lots of laughter. And my mother is not coming along! In any way!

(By the way, if she calls you to find out where I am, tell her I told you I'm at UCLA at a writer's conference...)

(Plausible deniability.)

So, while traveling, I can easily stick to the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qg9x3rJXBG5Xs7awwNLS4oIxjnI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qg9x3rJXBG5Xs7awwNLS4oIxjnI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/rW7rBuHJHe0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/06/should-i-blog-while-on-vacation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQn87cSp7ImA9WhZUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-1679837666608635642</id><published>2011-06-06T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:14:23.109-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-06T11:14:23.109-07:00</app:edited><title>Tweaking, tweaking, just keep tweaking</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1679837666608635642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=1679837666608635642" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/1679837666608635642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/1679837666608635642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/b4JobEeOCsE/tweaking-tweaking-just-keep-tweaking.html" title="Tweaking, tweaking, just keep tweaking" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've had some solid period of time where I've consistently kept my calories below 1600. I actually averaged 1580. I exercised consistently as well, but only Pilates. I kept my nutrients closer to what the CDC suggests, proteins at around 50 gm, carbs at a minimum of 130 gm, and I tended to fill in with healthy fats like avocado and olive oil. I kept fiber at 30+ gm. by eating lots and lots of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SpMgpPrui0vyQlEyjepSU_ct3GE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SpMgpPrui0vyQlEyjepSU_ct3GE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/b4JobEeOCsE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/06/tweaking-tweaking-just-keep-tweaking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQHoyeip7ImA9WhZVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-9187849284319132055</id><published>2011-05-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:16:11.492-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-30T12:16:11.492-07:00</app:edited><title>Weight-loss related things are happening</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/9187849284319132055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=9187849284319132055" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/9187849284319132055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/9187849284319132055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/DPI8IC_RUmM/weight-loss-related-things-are.html" title="Weight-loss related things are happening" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">This morning I put on some shorts to go to Pilates. Normally I wear Pilates or Yoga pants, but they were all in the hamper, so I pulled out one of my pairs of Danskin shorts. I don't like to wear shorts. Not because my legs are too chunky to wear shorts. I have nicely shaped calves and now my ankles are slim. (No more cankles!) However, between the bottom of my calves and just above my ankles, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K39Q6h9PiRloJy8BE9AIvKnmcFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K39Q6h9PiRloJy8BE9AIvKnmcFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/DPI8IC_RUmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/05/weight-loss-related-things-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMR3g_eyp7ImA9WhZVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-3525195766376951554</id><published>2011-05-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:21:26.643-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-28T10:21:26.643-07:00</app:edited><title>Hunger, it's not so bad!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3525195766376951554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=3525195766376951554" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3525195766376951554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/3525195766376951554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/oSYTK51p9t0/hunger-its-not-so-bad.html" title="Hunger, it's not so bad!" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">My calories per day are averaging below 1515, finally. So, I'm not starving myself, I'm just concentrating my calories later in the day and it's working out fine! Last night I went to bed after having gone out to dinner with my younger son. We went to see Kung Fu Panda 2 and then went to a local brew-pub for an early dinner. Hadn't eaten anything up to that point, because I knew I'd be okay and I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojN9Nnpv_ZxYnFLGZrXV-wQkSJ0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojN9Nnpv_ZxYnFLGZrXV-wQkSJ0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/oSYTK51p9t0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/05/hunger-its-not-so-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHRXs8fSp7ImA9WhZVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-6360346980336870843</id><published>2011-05-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:08:54.575-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T19:08:54.575-07:00</app:edited><title>Experiments with hunger</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6360346980336870843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=6360346980336870843" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/6360346980336870843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/6360346980336870843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/KwVN3zjvQ5M/experiments-with-hunger.html" title="Experiments with hunger" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">It's not an evil thing, you know...getting hungry. Bad things won't happen to me if I get hungry. I can easily keep from eating on the front end of the meal, easily not eat for 15- 18 hours at a time. But the backside of a meal, that's the tough one for me. If I can become the queen of not eating after my meal...

That's what I'm working on tonight. I went to Pilates this morning, then had a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xC9aaEFzGvQfW_RYrLOO6phPx_8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xC9aaEFzGvQfW_RYrLOO6phPx_8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/KwVN3zjvQ5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/05/experiments-with-hunger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UARHw4eip7ImA9WhZVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-1657428894260494609</id><published>2011-05-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:47:25.232-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T20:47:25.232-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm feeling MUCH better</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1657428894260494609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=1657428894260494609" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/1657428894260494609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/1657428894260494609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/fNWODC1K83U/im-feeling-much-better.html" title="I'm feeling MUCH better" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Just got back from Pilates and I feel wonderful again. I was having a really tough time sleeping, and then woke up lethargic and achy. Monday, I decided to fast until 3:30 pm, then kept calories and carbs under control and quit eating at 9:30 pm. Took a supplement with valerian root and hops and finally fell asleep by 11 pm. Had a really good night's sleep, for the first time in over a week, and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MUfb6QAJVL6KqaV28U44ksCTW88/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MUfb6QAJVL6KqaV28U44ksCTW88/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/fNWODC1K83U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-feeling-much-better.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRnozfSp7ImA9WhZVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-7291519400107437373</id><published>2011-05-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:25:57.485-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T11:25:57.485-07:00</app:edited><title>About last night...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7291519400107437373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=7291519400107437373" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/7291519400107437373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/7291519400107437373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/AXF8PEtQgQQ/about-last-night.html" title="About last night..." /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I continued to eat after I wrote my blog entry last night, until I got uncomfortably full. And then I watched episodes of Numb3rs on Netflix on my computer till 3 a.m. That's an old behavior. It's something I used to do to avoid some pain that came up when I went to bed every night. I was numbing myself and emotionally checking out. I think it's about missing my little dog, still.

Chloe used to 
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Other contributing factors are a desk job, and I haven't gone to Pilates or done any exercise all week. I promise to be back on track by Monday, and tomorrow I will 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jjtlfp-CffOlY5LaSydCQkWXPnA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jjtlfp-CffOlY5LaSydCQkWXPnA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~4/ICNAl33oLCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-of-all-refeeds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGR3Y6cSp7ImA9WhZWF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192264409999598081.post-437204492953854118</id><published>2011-05-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:38:46.819-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T15:38:46.819-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm about to say good-bye to weighing 300+ lbs</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://half-the-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/437204492953854118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192264409999598081&amp;postID=437204492953854118" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/437204492953854118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192264409999598081/posts/default/437204492953854118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HalfTheWomanIUsedToBe/~3/n_DBX_WZLSQ/im-about-to-say-good-bye-to-weighing.html" title="I'm about to say good-bye to weighing 300+ lbs" /><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03278904995160952322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">I got on the scale before having my first meal of the day...300 lbs. Today I weighed in at 300 lbs. And after today, I never, ever have to say that again!

I wish I could feel some joy in this, but not just yet. I lost my little dog this week. She was hit by a car and died on the way to the veterinary emergency clinic. I'm really heartbroken about this. I didn't eat for two days. Nor did I 
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I'm feeling obnoxiously good.

I think I get it. I think I get it all - this weight loss, health and overall wellness thing. And I feel very free and at peace about it all. I know what works for me and knowing this feels 
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I had a can of tuna, labeled "yellow fin tuna in olive oil", so I bought it and thought it was safe. But the back of the label says the tuna was processed with soy, so I'm 
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