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&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that I would beat the odds and not get sick, even though everyone else in the household is. Sounds like a TB ward in here. However, that creepy sore throat feeling has been plaguing me for a couple days now. Be gone sickness!
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&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this weekend is to make a big batch of Fish Tacos. Now I know what you're thinking. But they are so good. And when you make them at home, you can control how you make them.  I got them from a Mexican restaurant called On the Border a couple times and then thought I would look up the nutritional content. I'm thinking "Fish is healthy! It's got vegetables, it has to be alright!" I was floored.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2,100 calories
&lt;br /&gt;130 g fat 169 g carbs
&lt;br /&gt;4,750 mg sodium
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&lt;br /&gt;There is a way you can make them a little less destructive if you get them at the restaurant. Ask for grilled fish, choose the corn  tortillas instead of flour (they're lower in calories and higher in  fiber), and swap out the rice for grilled  vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Here is my recipe. The grilled or baked fish is much better for you. I am also going to use some homemade Roasted Corn Black Bean Salsa on top :drooling: :
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish Tacos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your choice of crunchy or grilled fish fillets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soft taco sized flour or corn tortillas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bag of cole slaw mix or shredded cabbage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pico de gallo, packaged or homemade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup Mayonnaise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup Sour Cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 small jalapeno or other pepper, chopped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 large avocado, chopped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juice of one lime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Handful of fresh cilantro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 clove fresh garlic, chopped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-2 teaspoons taco seasoning or a mix of chili powder, cumin, cayenne &amp;amp; paprika, salt, pepper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blend in food processor or blender. Optional: Chill for one hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bake or grill fish.  Heat Tortillas as directed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fill with fish and top with cabbage, pico de gallo and drizzle with sauce to taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top with another squeeze of lime and enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms in the forecast for the next 3 days. Looks like more time in gym and less time outside. That's ok, I'm looking forward to hiking in the Fall and cooler weather. What is your favorite time of the year for outdoor activities?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addition: A couple other healthy substitutions: You can use low-fat varieties and cut the mayo and sour cream in half and add half a cup of plain yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it's a pretty sure sign I was doing something  right as my muscles are still aching today. Part of my 30-day free trial  at my new gym is several visits with a personal trainer. So when I got  to the gym yesterday, I was nervous but ready to go. I have neve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; worked with a trainer before, but a couple years ago my friend Stacey and I were regularly going to &lt;a href="http://yoga.about.com/od/bikramyogahotyoga/a/bikram.htm"&gt;Hot Yoga&lt;/a&gt;. There was one instructor that was extremely "helpful". He was constantly coming over and bending and adjusting you. Yes, that is what you want when you are soaked with sweat, some perfectly toned yoga guy coming over and putting his hands on you. Neither Stacey or I were what you would call skinny, so when you have a fat thigh or a boob in the way, there is only so far you can bend. I always felt really self-conscious. So of course, I was worried about how this personal training session would go. But no worries, he didn't show up! I guess you get what you pay for right?
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&lt;br /&gt;I ended up doing my own thing which ended up being about a 15 warm-up with stretching and 10 minutes on the treadmill, about 45 minutes doing the upper body, abs and back circuits (with the hip abductor machine thrown in for good measure) and 20 minutes on the Elliptical. I am fairly confident in my ability to do these basic things but I was looking forward to some direction in terms of routines and I would love to learn how to use the big scary machine the muscle guys use. I have another appointment with him tomorrow, so that is the plan. I will hopefully be going 4-5 times per week during this free trial month and then I can decide if I want to keep it up.
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&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to remember to take all my vitamins everyday and eat a probiotic dark chocolate bar. I like &lt;a href="http://www.attunefoods.com/products/attune/probiotic-chocolate-dark-bar"&gt;Attune&lt;/a&gt;. I will eat my dark chocolate if I HAVE to.
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&lt;br /&gt;I have been drinking fabulous smoothies after my workouts and they are ridiculously easy and make you feel amazing. Here's a basic recipe (serves 2):
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&lt;br /&gt;6 oz. dark berry juice(cranberry, pomegranate, etc)
&lt;br /&gt;6 oz. milk (regular, soy, almond)
&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen blueberries
&lt;br /&gt;1 banana (fresh or frozen, in chunks)
&lt;br /&gt;2 scoops Vanilla Whey Protein Powder
&lt;br /&gt;A couple ice cubes
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&lt;br /&gt;Optional:
&lt;br /&gt;1-2 Tablespoons any Yogurt
&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Ground Flax Seeds
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&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!
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&lt;br /&gt;So a week into being home, I was eating all kinds of snacky foods, drinking caffeine at night, basically grazing on whatever was around all day. I realized that I was in vacation mode! That Margaritaville, devil-may-care frame of mind where nothing matters and calories don't count anymore. I had to snap out of it. I started walking at a couple local parks and it felt amazing. I knew that I was definitely missing the physical side of getting healthy. I had lost weight, but was still very much "out of shape."
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&lt;br /&gt;About two years ago, I was at my heaviest weight ever. When the scale went over 190, I was horrified. I had tried tons of weightloss programs and diets. I have had success with plans like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Beach_Diet"&gt;The South Beach Die&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Beach_Diet"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; but the weight always crept back on. I decided to try one more tactic, since my own self-control and motivation just kept failing me. I heard about a meal plan called &lt;a href="http://healthnews.ediets.com/meal-delivery-plans/"&gt;eDiets&lt;/a&gt;, it had been featured on Biggest Loser and I had read a lot of good reviews. Unlike Nutrisystem, whose freeze-dried eggs and chicken in pouches made me want to gag, eDiet's meals came freshly prepared and were delivered in a cooler every week. Now, let me be honest and say this is by no means the cheapest option. It averaged about $99 a week for 5 days of meals.  However, I looked at what I was spending on eating out several times a week, stops at Wawa, Starbucks runs and bar nights and FOR ME, as a working, unmarried, no children woman, knocking at the door of my 30s, I decided it was worth it.
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&lt;br /&gt;Each day consisted of 3 meals and a snack, with you supplementing a couple fruits and a dairy. I usually added grapefruit and 2% string cheese. When you first see the meals, you will think "Um, where is the rest?" The smaller portions were definitely an adjustment but I was able to go on the website and pick the meals that I liked the best. It was idiot-proof. You ate what they sent you. I did the 5 day plan since I figured I would likely need to be flexible for a few meals each week, I would just need to make good choices. And...I did! I did the meal plan for about 6 weeks and I lost around 15 pounds. After that though, was the magic part. I had a completely changed attitude about food. It wasn't about dieting or starving myself, or not eating the things I liked anymore. I craved healthier options. The huge portion sizes and over-indulgence we all have become completely numb to were so obvious to me every where I went. The idea of eating piles of sugar and transfats and processed garbage just grossed me out. I had a mental shift in my relationship with food.
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&lt;br /&gt;And I can say that 2 years later, that shift has stuck with me. I reached my goal weight of 150 (148 as of today!) and am now ready to get physical again! When I had 40 pounds to lose, it seemed insurmountable. And so many people have much more than that to lose. I want to be healthy. I want my joints to last me forever. I want to be able to breath and sleep better and be active whenever I choose. I want this for all of you too. I want it for my mom and my brother. I want it for my boyfriend. You deserve to feel good in your own skin. I used to tell girls that I counseled at my old office "You only have one body and one brain. You have to take care of them now. You are worth treating yourself well."
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&lt;br /&gt;I joined a local gym, have scoped out more local walking trails (we are SO lucky to have so many beautiful places here in Delaware, you probably have a County park in your neighborhood) and am getting my tennis racket ready. My goals are pretty simple: Feel stronger, inspire those around me, be brave enough to do new things. Like running (terrified), singing again (my first love) and getting a job I love and can feel passionate about (so ready). Will you join me?? I am going to try and blog regularly and would love to hear stories, tips, challenges about others journeys.
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&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in trying eDiets, make sure you search for "eDiets Promo Codes" online. There are currently 25% off and free shipping promotions. And let me know if you have any questions. Until next time: Be healthy, take care of yourself and don't forget to be grateful for something today. Namaste.
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I had been job searching for the last few years and had been on several interviews without anything clicking.  I was fortunate enough to find my current job and escape where I had been before, as I had absolutely hit a wall there and needed to move on.  While my job now is for a great organization and with some wonderful people, I just wasn't feeling it.  I was functioning below my capacity and just didn't think it was a role that I was going to be able to stay in for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, just for fun, I sent a resume to this position I saw on the Feminist Majority Foundation's job board.  It was director of a women's health center in Providence, RI.  I thought "Huh! Of all the places in the world!" since Providence is where my mom's family is and near a bunch of friends from my first year in college.  And that it sounds like THE JOB I went to school for and that all my experience has been prepping me for.  So, I sent it. And within a day I got a response asking me if I could come to their local office for an interview.  The interview went incredibly well and it just so happened I was going up to Providence the following weekend for a friend's Renaissance Faire and my Aunt's birthday. So they scheduled me to tour the center and have a phone interview with the management consultant that has been helping to get the center merged with this new management company. Those also both went amazing well and when I got back, I met with the CFO and one of the owners and they offered me the job! It was just the most clear, smooth process ever.  Friends and family were thrilled and offered me all kinds of help and hospitality if I were to come up. It was just as if the Universe was flashing a big, neon sign pointing me in the direction of Rhode Island. All the pieces just came together. And when that happens, how could you possibly say no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing opportunity to do great things and be in a place close to my parent's hearts and a chance for a whole new set of adventures.  I loved being in New England for college that one year and going back had always been a little possibility in the back of my mind.  Of course, it's terrifying as well. And just the thought of all of the accounts, cards, contacts, alumni listings, mailing lists, etc that I am going to have to change makes my head spin.  Moving that far away is way different from moving between Wilmington and Newark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a little sad to be further from my family here and my amazing friends and their new families, but we're so lucky we are in the age of Facebook and Skype and text messages, so they will never be far away in that regard. And the fact that I will be making more money certainly doesn't hurt and will hopefully mean I can fly back for a weekend now and then. And of course, be around for holidays and important events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will let everyone know where I end up living, I will hopefully know by next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219700941087234328-6758034248057923294?l=wanderinginthesavagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So just for fun, I will list them along with the corresponding category of leading causes of stress according to stress researchers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finances: Bought a new car. A gorgeous 2010 Kia Forte, it's fun and I call it my robot car because it has Bluetooth, Satellite Radio and I can plug my iPod into it. I am now paying rent for a two bedroom apartment on my own. I have an uncomfortable amount of student loan debt that has gone into repayment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work: I will not go into details about what was driving me over the edge at my last job, but after 7 years I am leaving PP and will be starting with Delaware Guidance! It was a fantastic opportunity to help create a new position. I am going to be the administrative Team Leader for the Wilmington and Newark offices. (Hate the title, going to work on that) Basically, I'll be managing all the nonclinical support staff. Job changes are stressful, even if a good thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family: My mother had a total hip replacement in December. It was absolutely necessary and will vastly improve the quality of her life but unfortunately she lost her job because of it. Completely ridiculous in my opinion, that they can fire someone for using the benefits they pay for, to get a necessary medical procedure. I worry about my brother and his health. He is so smart, I just wish he would pull his life together and take care of himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Concerns: What the hell does that mean? I hate my skin and the texture of my hair. Does that count? The world is a scary place. Fox News exists. I fear I'll never be able to buy a house. Sarah Palin's book was on the best seller list. I could go on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Health: This is a fun one. My neck has been completely locked and painful for a week. I tried pain meds but the pain kept coming back. I went to the Chiropractor for the first time today. The doctor was actually shocked by my X-ray. My neck is so completely wrecked that my spine actually curves in the OPPOSITE direction than it should. He wasn't sure how my spinal cord wasn't being compressed in such a way that I would be suffering neurological problems. I am going to be in intensive treatment for the next month. Ouch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Relationships: The end of any relationship is difficult. But my last relationship was emotionally draining. I know I can't be responsible for anyone but myself, but I still feel really sad that I couldn't make things better. It was never going to happen, I know this now, and I can't feel guilty for the choices others make. Doesn't really make it easier though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death: My maternal grandmother died a couple weeks ago, following a long illness. Watching her fade away was an intense experience, but ultimately made her passing easier to cope with. There wasn't much of her left. It was like the last trace of her Liz Claiborne perfume finally drifted away. I am happy and grateful she went peacefully and is no longer suffering. I am at peace with it completely. But what makes me afraid, is that it opens the door to the other side and will start the process of losing my other grandparents. And it means my parents are that much closer to aging. And that I'm one year closer to 30 and I'm alone.  Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;: I think that I have been instilled with a great sense of fortitude against challenges and adversities. I am not whining and I am not giving up. I am so blessed to have the friends and family that I have. I am lucky to have a great education, a great car and a great new job. I am lucky to have a comfortable apartment and the best kitties in the world. I am lucky to have my physical health and mental well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can really do is forge on, and have faith that the Universe will bring itself back into alignment. I am ready for change and ready for the new adventures and relationships that 2010 will bring me. So Happy New Year to all and never forget, now more than ever, to count your blessings and to say I love you when you have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219700941087234328-1921614766540389367?l=wanderinginthesavagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is just one flaming dysfunction after another. I am someone who is detail oriented and am very possessive of my office which I have been managing for almost 5 years. Things seem to be slipping out of my control at a conspiracy level. Here's one anecdote that was more funny than anything else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new media person called me to say she was coming down to do an interview with a newspaper. I said "Great! I have been doing most of the downstate interviews, so I'm glad you're on board to do it." She said "...Oh...No one told me that." I said "Well, I've been through the media training and everything, but it's not my favorite thing in the world, so it's great that you can come down" And she said "YES....I prefer to do it." And I wanted to say "Whatever, bite me, you can do everything" but I just said "Great!"  Then she said "Let me give you my extension" and I said sure, even though it's the same as the LAST 2 people that have been in her position. Then when she actually came down her demeanor was sort of terse and odd with the interviewer and she had me answer a lot of the questions about our services since she's been working here for all of 5 minutes. So I tried to soften our delivery and connect with the interview and I think it went well. I might be in the Delaware State News paper tomorrow. So we chatted for a little bit and she says "Let me give you my card" Now keep in mind, I've worked for this organization for over 6 years, and have outlasted a large number of people in the administrative office. Not to mention I'm constantly there for meetings and committees.  I stared at her for a moment and said "Um, I know where you are" And she said "Oh, that's right, you've probably been there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? I felt trampled upon and unappreciated before, but now there are so many new people they are going to assume I just fell off the turnip truck rather than being one of the most knowledgeable people in medical services? I am counting down the days. Time for a glass of wine and a good cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6219700941087234328-6547447000512023402?l=wanderinginthesavagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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