<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857</id><updated>2012-02-06T18:57:29.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Version Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4094060804866815384</id><published>2011-03-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:01:18.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I have decided not to continue this blog... I am just not in a headspace to let random people read my random thoughts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I will be continuing with my blog - I am going to make it private though. I want to make it more personal I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - it's been fun here (when I have been here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time -&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps if you want to read my new blog - write to me at &lt;a href="mailto:emily_m_f@yahoo.%20com.%20au"&gt;emily_m_f@yahoo. com. au&lt;/a&gt; and I can give you the password. :o)&lt;br /&gt;(take out the spaces between .com and .au )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4094060804866815384?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4094060804866815384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4094060804866815384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4094060804866815384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5369634854244964396</id><published>2011-02-01T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:58:20.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day - Bad Day</title><content type='html'>today was super hot!!! It was 40 degrees &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; with a nasty hot wind blowing. It is going to be like that for the rest of the week!! it isn't going to cool down till next MONDAY. bloody hell. not nice at all. I can't wait to leave Australia and it's heat behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day because I ate very well. I am under my points, but I am about to go have my dinner - so I might be able to make it close to my points. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part about my day was my bloody sinus headache. Man, it is just horrid. At first I thought it was a side affect from not drinking as much cola today and I normally have (it's been making me feel really sick, so I have been drinking plenty of water instead) - but I had two glasses over the day and it didn't help. In the end I had to lie down in my darkened room and lie under the fan and rest. It was v nasty. It has eased now, thank goodness. But I am happy that even though I felt so rotten I didn't have ice cream (i was offered some and I declined). There is nothing bad in the house now, so that is great. :o)) I have no intention of buying anything bad from now on. I feel like I am back in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Thursday night meetings - while I love my other leader (and will miss her a lot when I move) - I like the other leader as she seems to teach me something I didn't know every time i go to her meeting. She makes me think in a different way - which really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going back this week - even though i bet I put on... boo hiss. Next week I shall be a loser. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5369634854244964396?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5369634854244964396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-day-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5369634854244964396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5369634854244964396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-day-bad-day.html' title='Good Day - Bad Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4776584199696709780</id><published>2011-01-30T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:12:20.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>I have been around, just not blogging. I haven't been all that good - I haven't been to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; in two weeks (because I haven't been good!!) and I am sick of myself, basically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I watched the new Biggest Loser Australia - and I didn't like it at all. I am not a fan of the show to begin with as they just don't do things right in my eyes.. but I didn't like the way all the people in the show ate all the food they ate. Like one girl had pasta with cream, sour cream, two types of cheeses, bacon and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabonara&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) sauce.... that annoyed me. Not everyone who is overweight eats like that! Seriously. The way they portrayed those families.... it just made me sick to be honest!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I have been off track - wait... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, lets talk about before I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;.. and honestly. So my average day would consist of maybe a bowl of cereal, a pancake (that my dad made for me with no bad ingredients) or toast for breakfast. Since I am being honest - - most days I didn't eat breakfast! Lunch would be a sandwich of some description.... white bread, margarine, chicken or ham or something.... sometimes if I was feeling 'fancy' I would have cheese and lettuce sandwiches. And my mother would cook a good dinner for us - chicken and potato... If I had bad food - it was a bag of chips. I barely remember having take away as a younger person. I know I love hot chips, but it wasn't often I had those. So I am annoyed that the Biggest Loser made it seem as though everyone eats like that. *Mad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIGGEST problem when I first started going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; was actually eating enough!! I never ever used to eat enough!! I still have trouble getting enough food in. I hate so many foods that it is freaky! I am the oddest person with food. I suppose some of it comes from my childhood - the smell of bread - - I hate it!! I have to buy bread from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coles&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woolworths&lt;/span&gt; - it's one of my many quirks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw a girl on the biggest loser cut a wheel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt; of Camembert Cheese in half (so there were two wheels) and she put one on her sandwich! I wanted to throw up! That is just horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - it certainly made me rethink what I was doing though. I have been having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; these last few weeks - I am not a fan of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, but I have been having it anyway... I have been eating out a LOT as I am a little bit lazy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Tonight I made dinner. I am turning it all around. I am going to England for a look around for somewhere to live in about a month... So I need to focus and get real. And stay real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite stressed - which is no excuse. I need to turn my stress onto the things that need to be done. I have a time limit of the end of Feb to get the house on the market. I have to work my butt off to get the garage sorted, things thrown out and my life ready to move across the world!! I can do it and I can lose weight too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;em x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4776584199696709780?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4776584199696709780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4776584199696709780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4776584199696709780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6499306058896686574</id><published>2011-01-07T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:46:42.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day...</title><content type='html'>...another success. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I am quite pleased with myself - again. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made dinner!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. I even went on the exercise bike this morning. I am going very well. I was offered scones today and I said NO. I love scones (will only have one every now and then) but I think they are just like having a bread roll really - and I generally don't eat more than one of those a day... So I think it's a bad habit to stay in, eating those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a show last night called "Too fat at 15" or something. It was about kids who go away to this school and lose weight. It was quite sad for some of the kids - an 11 year old girl, a 13 year old boy.. they kind of broke my heart with how overweight they were and how miserable. I am hoping they are successful in their weight loss. They are so young. I was overweight at that age, but not a real lot. I was a very sick kid with asthma and couldn't do any physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ....&lt;br /&gt;I am going to share a photo of me taken on New Year's Eve. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TSbuSZPGt5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WJYYjyzofUU/s1600/166478_10150131352992489_709752488_8169948_7354989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559392789814753170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TSbuSZPGt5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WJYYjyzofUU/s320/166478_10150131352992489_709752488_8169948_7354989_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was taking photos of my niece with the sparklers and she begged me to let her take one of me. So I set up the camera and let her take one (it is rare to get photos of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6499306058896686574?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6499306058896686574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6499306058896686574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6499306058896686574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day.html' title='another day...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TSbuSZPGt5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WJYYjyzofUU/s72-c/166478_10150131352992489_709752488_8169948_7354989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4532766436077430995</id><published>2011-01-06T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T04:36:59.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>man - i am exhausted. so exhausted in fact, that i can't even press the shift button to make my letters capitals that i need to make capitals. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. just kidding - i am just lazy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i couldn't sleep. i have had so much trouble sleeping of late. it is actually starting to really bug me. i think it's because i get home after 11pm and then i get up at 6am and i have a lot going on in my head... so it's hard to get to sleep (especially when you are thinking of all the things you have to do!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't sleep (ooh I am using the shift key again!) I ended up getting 2.5 hours sleep! I was supposed to babysit my niece and nephew today and I just couldn't face going - so I went to bed instead (after telling them I would be over later. Thankfully they are old enough to look after themselves). I ended up going over to their house at 1pm and then I got home at around 8pm!! I went shopping with my sister and the kids when my sister got home - I don't think I will do that again. She took so long!! We were at the shops at 3.30pm and we got back to her house at 6.40pm... We just did grocery shopping!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten very well today. I am proud. :o) NO takeaway at all!! I had two chances of getting bad food and was good both times. I had to get the kids lunch as there was no food in the house -so they ended up with frozen pizza. I normally would have joined them and eaten some, but instead I had a slice of ham and half a slice of cheese on a bread roll. My it was yummy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Later I was going to have dinner and I was tired and didn't want to cook - my mother told me to go buy dinner and I said no and actually cooked it. It didn't end up taking that long - so it was good. The meal was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt; as well and I was happy with my choices. :o))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I don't have to look after the kids *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;*. I am quite pleased about that. I am looking forward to them going back to school, but we do have fun together. They're generally good. I took them to WW yesterday and it was quite amusing as my leader hadn't seen me in six weeks and she was super excited that I was back. After the meeting she was hugging me and then she was holding my face with both her hands and just looking at me (it was a little odd, but she really adores me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt; so it wasn't that odd) - then she told the kids that I was gorgeous and wonderful and that I was all hers. My niece grabbed my arm and said "Actually, she's mine!!". it was funny. I told her we were moving and she said that the kids couldn't have me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehehe&lt;/span&gt;. Bless her. She was all excited that we were moving, but I knew she was a little sad. I will make sure I keep in touch with her. I am actually sad about leaving her too.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving to the UK - so it's a fair way from here, I can't just visit when I feel like it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now - i am watching "Private Practice" (season two) that I got for Christmas on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;. I love this show so much (I named my cat after one of the characters - Cooper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time party people,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4532766436077430995?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4532766436077430995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4532766436077430995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4532766436077430995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8476721677866860862</id><published>2011-01-04T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:18:09.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody hell</title><content type='html'>i am at ww now and omg i put on 6kgs in 6 weeks!i am so not impressed. of course this has given me the jolt i needed, but i cant help but be mad at myself. anyway i am back. and i will use my anger at myself to fuel my weight loss goal. bring on next weigh day. until next time, e &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8476721677866860862?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8476721677866860862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8476721677866860862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8476721677866860862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-hell.html' title='bloody hell'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3846769067835844044</id><published>2011-01-03T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:01:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, no more excuses</title><content type='html'>I said in the last post that I would come back and say how I was doing regarding my being derailed... Well, I didn't come back in a few days.... It's been almost a month. I haven't really been good at all. I want to slap myself. But I am just going to get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;I even got a card from my leader and she had written on it "where r u???" - that made me feel bad but I didn't get back to the meeting as it was Christmas and then New Year. So I am going on Thursday. And then I am going to be so good that I will even shock myself!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;That is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;I have less than six months before I move and I need to really super focus and get everything done.&lt;br /&gt;I am the biggest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt; and it is annoying me. I am not sleeping properly and I feel like absolute crap!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I am really aching as I took my niece bowling yesterday and now my arm is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sore. We played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; later too - so I always hurt after that (I am too enthusiastic when it comes to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;!) My hand hurts from holding the bowling ball. I am such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whimp&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I am getting back there... back to where I need to be. I am not going to make any more excuses. I can't afford to anymore. I just need to do it. That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this year be wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; i am going to try to blog every day from now on. I need to keep focused and chatting on here really helps me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3846769067835844044?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3846769067835844044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-no-more-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3846769067835844044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3846769067835844044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-no-more-excuses.html' title='New year, no more excuses'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7554830103419648297</id><published>2010-12-09T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:11:36.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close yet so far</title><content type='html'>I am on the edge. I was doing well with Pro Points and enjoying it.. Then I had one stupid take away meal and it knocked me back off track. i have been so lazy with cooking and it's been so annoyingly hot. I have a list of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my WW unlimited card today (this months) and so I decided that I am going to be good from now on. i haven't been bad today - I don't plan on being bad.&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I have organised to meet up in England in September next year - so I am going to be a lot lighter when I next see her. That is my plan and I have to focus on that. We are going to go to Paris as well - I want to be fit to get around and be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;That gives me around 10 months to do something!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can achieve great things in that amount of time - if i put my mind to it!! *deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again in a few days to see how i am doing. *FOCUS*&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7554830103419648297?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7554830103419648297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-close-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7554830103419648297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7554830103419648297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close yet so far'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3070380396226818245</id><published>2010-11-20T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T04:57:55.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro Points and old friends!</title><content type='html'>I am on a high (a natural one - I say &lt;em&gt;'NO&lt;/em&gt;!' to drugs!!). Today I started the Pro Points for real (yesterday was a test) and I just love it. It reminds me of the USA version of WW as I am on the same amount of points as I was then, but there was no 49 extra points to have in the week - so that is good. I feel renewed and very excited to get on my journey. I haven't felt like that in a long time. :o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for something &lt;em&gt;new!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the 20 year reunion of my high school (grade 10). I didn't go. Instead a few of us got together this afternoon and hung out instead. We had a blast. Two of the girls I hadn't seen in 20 years! It was so nice to see them again and have a laugh. :o) I am getting together with one of them next weekend to take photos (we are both very interested in photography - so we are going on a walk to take photos!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the night I went out to dinner with two other friends from school - one of which I hadn't seen since 1997 or something like that. It was such a good day. We went to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; for dinner (&lt;em&gt;yummy)&lt;/em&gt;  and I did not worry once about the points!! :o) I only had chicken with rice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noddles&lt;/span&gt; - it wasn't anything bad but I knew I could have it and wasn't worried. Normally I don't go out for dinner when I am sticking to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; as I don't want to 'waste' points. But I was happy to go out tonight. My friend said to me that she was shocked I even suggested going out to dinner as I never go out to dinner. That made me laugh. She knows me too well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am happy and I haven't felt like this in a long time. I am going to cling to it as long as I can. I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organised&lt;/span&gt; to photograph one of my friends and photographer another friend's kids, so I am really trying to get my portfolio together. The future holds big things for me and I plan on going ahead with my photography dreams. It makes me incredibly content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to peruse the WW site now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - I didn't even mention I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this week and lost 1.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me. I am so back on track!!! :o) xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3070380396226818245?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3070380396226818245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/pro-points-and-old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3070380396226818245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3070380396226818245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/pro-points-and-old-friends.html' title='Pro Points and old friends!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6243646357822915241</id><published>2010-11-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T04:57:49.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Friday</title><content type='html'>My sister is turning 41 tomorrow. She and I are going to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. I can't wait. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. We will probably go sit at the beach and eat it. That should be good. She asked if we could go to the dog beach and take her dog. I thought that was quite gross - eating lunch at the dog beach. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;. I told her we could eat near the dog beach, but not at the dog beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my ex bro in law is coming over to talk to my sister, mum and I about the move.. He doesn't know about it and has to be informed as the kids are coming with us (well, at least one - the other we aren't sure about). It is going to be a tense day... he is already thinking that he's being set up for something bad. I hope that it will go well. I am afraid it won't though. *he is not a nice person at all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am trying to focus on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;... but have been sick again this week. So annoying. But I am starting to feel better now so I am going to  start concentrating on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and looking to the future. I haven't really been bad - just am all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so hot - I really don't enjoy it at all and know I am going to hate this summer. I know I will whinge a lot. Maybe I could start going to the baths for a swim in the mornings (ocean baths). I probably won't but it's a nice idea. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of little reunions coming up in the next few weeks. A friend from school is coming to see me this weekend - I haven't seen her in 15 years. Then I am meeting up with three girls from school in a few weeks - I haven't seen two of them in 20 years. (WOW) and then another one I haven't seen in a few years. We have a 20 year school reunion coming up but I don't know if I will go to that. It kind of freaks me out - I was not really friends with the people who said they are going... So I might skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway better get thee to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6243646357822915241?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6243646357822915241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6243646357822915241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6243646357822915241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-friday.html' title='Almost Friday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-719766305964597661</id><published>2010-11-07T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:06:11.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I got my email overnight saying that I didn't win tickets to Oprah in Sydney. I was really quite bummed as I applied three times - in all my families names (who all would have &lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt;to have gone) but we didn't win. :o( A friend of mine wrote on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; that his mum and wife were going! I was super jealous. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I have bigger and better things to worry about!! I can imagine how hot it will be sitting outside the opera house while filming!! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - - I am moving!! I am too excited and I haven't really told anyone yet. I haven't told people in case plans change. But I hope they don't. I won't be moving till May next year - so it's a while to wait! There is a lot to do in the meantime. Like - lose weight, get focused, regroup, smile more, listen to more music, clean the house, go through my things and see what I am going to pack; sell and throw out. I have to be ruthless and let go of things that I really love, but it will be worth it in the end. I am going to try really hard to keep my bed - but I am not sure that will be possible. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this week just gone. I just couldn't be bothered. I have been eating better than before though. Last night I could have killed for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't get one - I just came home and I had a scone instead. So that was fine. :o)&lt;br /&gt;My throat is sore again and it's really irking me. I am going to ignore it if I can and get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-719766305964597661?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/719766305964597661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/719766305964597661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/719766305964597661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6122081502368410421</id><published>2010-11-02T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T03:39:59.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be back physically..</title><content type='html'>but I am not back in regards to WW. I mean, I am trying my hardest to get back into a routine but I have been finding it so difficult. When I came back in March I fell into place so easily, but now, now I want take away all the time - I feel super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I think my house is too dark. I feel like I am in a cave half the time. Sadly, I like it. That isn't a good thing I don't think. I would prefer to be in the dark than out in the sun (not that there has been much of it lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my way of thinking!! I need to get back on my bike (literally - the exercise bike) and I need to start making dinners and opening the blinds!! Or going outside would be better. (right now I tend to go out when it's dark - so I need to go out in the day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally over my chest infection/flu thing. I thought I was never going to be well again :o(&lt;br /&gt;I am looking very forward to the future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to babysit my niece and nephew on the weekend - I use the term 'babysit' loosely as they are 13 and 11 years old... so we went on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;. My niece was beside herself with happiness when I mentioned it to her. Before I went to get them I was thinking how I didn't want to go - I didn't want to look after them, I didn't want to take photos... I was really bumming myself out... and so I went to get them and then was still not wanting to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt; - but I went along with it as my niece was so excited. My nephew brought his camera and he was my assistant!!! (Bless) And I started taking photos and ..... I lost myself. I felt myself being taken over by calm and happiness!!! I remembered how much I love taking photos and how much I love my niece and nephew. My niece in particular is the best model I could ask for - my nephew I have always found hard to photograph. But I try. He's growing up so much. My niece looks over 20 in a lot of the photos I took. I hate that she is growing up. I want to stunt her growth and hide her away in the dark with me. Although that isn't at all practical - or legal. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - my challenge for the rest of this week is to get on the exercise bike and open the blinds!! :o) I think I can manage that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6122081502368410421?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6122081502368410421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-may-be-back-physically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6122081502368410421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6122081502368410421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-may-be-back-physically.html' title='I may be back physically..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4966287901081492321</id><published>2010-10-23T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:40:41.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>I have been back in the country for a week now and I have been sick since I got home. I started to get sick in LA on the last day - and then it just got worse from then. I should go to a doctor but can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous time in the USA. It was great. But I was really excited to get home. I am done with America I have decided. I love looking around, but I think I have seen enough. As I say this I am actually waiting to go back in January for my mum's birthday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; - my sister and I are taking mum to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for her birthday (mum wanted to go there - my sister offered to take her to Melbourne and mum nearly jumped down her throat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) So that should be brilliant. But after that I am done for a while. I know I will probably end up going back there, but not for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my leader about 6 postcards while I was away. She gave me a big hug when she saw me on Friday and was saying how wonderful the postcards were. Bless. :o) I was happy they made her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did end up hiring a car and driving through Maine. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I just loved that. It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;I took over 5000 photos. :o) I am still going through them to sort them out and see which ones I will have printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be home. It is pouring today and dark and so nice. I love this weather. :o) It is such a shame that summer is coming. :o( I am not looking forward to that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4966287901081492321?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4966287901081492321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4966287901081492321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4966287901081492321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6499651023197792088</id><published>2010-08-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:41:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy Windy Thursday</title><content type='html'>I hate the wind sometimes. I never had an issue with it until 1991... I lived in a caravan for six months while the family home was being built and whenever it was extremely windy the caravan would shake and it freaked me out no end. I would have to go stand outside (even if it was late at night) and be amongst the wind before I could calm down. When we moved into the house - I was still freaked out whenever it was windy and I would have to sleep with headphones on my ears while playing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; (having it on repeat, so it played the whole night.) If the music stopped, I would wake up! I got over that fear though - after I moved out of that house but lately it's been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;realllllllllllllllllly&lt;/span&gt; windy here and I feel some of my old fears creeping back. I don't like that at all. The wind has been howling so hard yesterday and today that sometimes I think I can feel the house moving.. I live in  brick house! It's quite insane really. I tell myself not to be stupid - but it's something where I really have to stop and make myself calm down when I hear a big big gust. (like just then!!) I am not to the point where I have to listen to music to drown out the sounds though. So that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny though that the wind only freaks me out if I am in a house.. If I am outside in it - I don't mind it at all, actually I love being outside on a windy day!! I am odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - - - today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; day. I so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; hungry before weigh in this morning that I seriously considered going tomorrow to the meeting so I could eat!! (I had to go out at 7am and I didn't get back till 9am and there wasn't enough time to eat breakfast) These last few days I have been so hungry that I couldn't stand it half the time.&lt;br /&gt;So I have been exercising every day since... maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;,  I can't remember, so I expected to put on. Whenever I start exercising again I tend to put on weight... But I lost 900 grams. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I have now lost 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; and I am one kilo away from my mini goal!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I have two more weeks until I go to the USA, so I hope I will get to my 15kg mini goal before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been riding the exercise bike daily and I really quite enjoy it. I admit that this morning, after being woken up at 5.45am by the wind, I wasn't really in a good frame of mind. I got to three minutes and I was ready to get off the bike but told myself not to be stupid, and continued until I had done the 30 minutes. I have been riding 30-35&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; a day. I even put the tension on the bike right up (my sister got on the bike yesterday and couldn't hardly move the pedals because the tension was so high and yet I was travelling at over 65-70&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; per hour with the tension that high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;). I feel as though I am super focused and I am going to succeed. I was even thinking that I should take advantage of the gyms at the hotels I will be staying at in the USA. I can get up at 6am and work out for half an hour before starting my day. That shouldn't be an issue. That might make me think twice too before eating bad food. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I was starving last night and I went to the freezer and took out two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lamington&lt;/span&gt; fingers and I was about to open then and eat them but I thought "that is two points! is it worth it?" and I said no and put them back in the freezer. I was happy with that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news - we were doing a tour of Montreal and Quebec city in Canada - but I got an email saying that we were the only people who have booked so far, so they will probably cancel the tour. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. So I was really bummed about that - but then I thought why not hire a car for those three days and go on a mini road trip. So I think we'll go from Boston to New Hampshire and then up to Maine!! I am actually more excited about that then the tour to Canada (although that would have been fun!) I called my friend and told her and she was a bit sad, but sounded excited about hiring a car (although she doesn't want to drive in the USA. I totally understand that fear and told her not to worry - I will be the driver... and besides, she scares me when she drives here - i can't imagine what she'd be like on the opposite side of the road!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I am happy, right? This post is super long!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time -&lt;br /&gt;loser girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6499651023197792088?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6499651023197792088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/windy-windy-thursday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6499651023197792088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6499651023197792088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/windy-windy-thursday.html' title='Windy Windy Thursday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8306035590291564232</id><published>2010-08-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:56:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old finds</title><content type='html'>I was going through the garage yesterday and I came across some old weight loss stuff. There were all my books from England and a heap of trackers. There was also a weight loss chart I had made. (probably back in 2002 or 2003). I was shocked that I was eating so much junk food and still losing weight!! I was eating out most days - sometimes more than once a day!&lt;br /&gt;I never eat out now and seem to lose less now than back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY - I am happy with myself - I got the exercise bike out of the garage. I also got the treadmill out and I even tried it out and it wasn't as bad as I remembered. I am going to keep it for a few weeks before I let my niece have it. The exercise bike is really good (also better than I remembered) I did 20 minutes yesterday on the bike. Today I did 32 minutes today and that was 29 kilometres! I was happy with that. My butt hurts but hey, it'll get better. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I then went outside and was hanging out washing and decided to weed the garden a bit. I chopped down some plants too (trimmed them as they were annoying me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so much more positive at the moment. I am really focused on the USA and doing a work out every day until I go. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching old Biggest Loser on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foxtel&lt;/span&gt; (USA) and they are so annoying with their product placements. They just did one for 100 calorie popcorn and I wanted to slap them all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they were going on and on about how it was just 100 calories for the popcorn. They were quite fake. Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently framed a photo I took in NYC - I had it enlarged a long time ago (well, in August or Sept last year) and I didn't get it framed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I thought it was too small and was disappointed with it. But I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frangipani&lt;/span&gt; picture that I just hate (got it for free) and so I used that frame and put the NYC photo in it and it looks AMAZING. I was shocked at how different it looks!! The photo really came to life. My nephew came in the other day and he said "Wow, where did you get that picture?" And I told him I took it in New York City and at first he just kept saying "You took it???" And he was stunned - he thought I had bought the thing!!! He said to me that that must be the photo his dad talks about all the time. I was stunned. His father and I have a hate/hate relationship most of the time. I can't stand him. But when I was in the USA in December he dropped the kids off here and my mum let him see the house (he hadn't seen it) and he saw the photo... I was surprised it had that much of an impact on him!!! My sister doesn't like it - but then she is odd. I had a photo that I loved of a street in London covered in snow and I used it in a frame and she told me I needed to use a better photo - not just some snow on some cars. I was deeply offended by that as it was one of my most cherished photos. She has no idea. So sad.  She was probably just jealous that I took the photo in London and she wasn't there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go grocery shopping this afternoon but to be honest, I am buggered. :o(&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can be bothered. Seriously though, &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; important is food?!! Might go tomorrow instead and have a long soak in the bath this afternoon (I love having a bath when it's still day time. I don't know why, but I prefer it to night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.... :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8306035590291564232?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8306035590291564232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-finds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8306035590291564232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8306035590291564232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-finds.html' title='Old finds'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2220983926592927213</id><published>2010-08-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T04:02:13.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.42pm and I am ready for bed...</title><content type='html'>I went to weigh in this morning (wanted to go yesterday but I felt gross - sore throat and so tired!!) and I lost 100 grams. I was quite annoyed by this but figured at least I didn't put on - I am not focusing on the loss at all. It's just a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came to a decision today too about America. I have been freaking out big time about the food and what I will be able to eat. I am not going to worry about it anymore. Food should not be the main focus of my holiday! So I am letting that go. I am going to make the best decisions I can when I get there and I will not stress about it before hand. It's quite crazy to be thinking it over and over all the time. Sure, it's good to have a plan, but then there is going to far - which I think I was. I feel better by making that decision today (to let it go and just be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1.9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; to go to my mini goal. I have three weeks to do that in. I have been having the slowest weight loss - so I really do wonder if I can make it. But if I focus really hard from now until then, I am sure I can make my mini goal!!&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I went to the supermarket and on my way back to the car I saw my older leader from my previous meetings (the one I was going to when I started this blog - the reason I left that meeting was the group of men sitting beside the building shooting up drugs!) and she was so happy to see me. She came over and started chatting and wanted to know what I was up to. I told her I lost 13.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; so far and she put her hand on my face and was going on about how great that was. :o) I told her about America and she was so excited for me. She was asking me about everything I was doing and who I was going with etc. It was really nice actually. She was waiting for my current leader as they are best friends and meet up for coffee after that meeting. :o) They are both quite similar and are both very funny women. :o) So that brightened my day - her positiveness (is that even a word?!). So I came home on a very high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece and nephew weren't at school today - niece was sick, nephew had a pupil free day. So they were here all day. We watched Glee - which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I went to bed last night after 1am and I got up at 6am (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I kept hitting the snooze button on my mobile phone until 6.30am). I really would like to get into a routine of going to bed before midnight. 11.30pm should be the latest I go to bed as most days I get up at 6am (depending on how many times I hit snooze of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. 6.55am is the latest I can get up).&lt;br /&gt;I did some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; game "Just Dance" which I really love - but I felt my shoulder started to hurt, so I stopped as soon as that happened. I am not going to make it worse again. (Although now there is a dull ache in it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew asked me what I was doing on Monday. He is having a book parade at school. I love book week. It was always my favourite time of year at school. :o) My sister can't make it to the parade as she is doing a course, so I will go alone and take photos. I usually go every year anyway (I have done since my niece was in kindergarten). He didn't know what he was dressing up as though. It was late Friday afternoon and he only has the weekend to prepare. Every year I tell them to think about it early and every year they leave it to the last minute!! Crazy. The year before last I was running around on the book parade day trying to get the costume for my niece!! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am really cold and getting more tired by the minute. I plan on doing washing tomorrow for most of the day!! I actually quite enjoy washing day! :o) I am quite strange. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2220983926592927213?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2220983926592927213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/842pm-and-i-am-ready-for-bed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2220983926592927213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2220983926592927213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/842pm-and-i-am-ready-for-bed.html' title='8.42pm and I am ready for bed...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4268096960945262928</id><published>2010-08-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:49:31.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>today is warmish. I was surprised when I realised it is colder inside than out today! I am not looking forward to summer. Sure, I like it when I am not shivering and don't want to shower (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's so cold when you get out of the shower), but I don't like being hot. I would rather cool days, cool nights all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. I am nervous - I think I will put on. But you know what? I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that if  I do. I am not going to dwell on it. (although my god I want to get to 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; before I go overseas!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been babysitting. Last night I was paid to sit and watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; with the kids!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; we watched "How to eat fried worms" - which I didn't really like. I remember reading the book when I was younger, I loved it. We then watched part of (had to put one kid to bed not long into the movie) "Monsters vs Aliens" I was surprised how funny it was. I loved how they were discussing what they were going to do about the alien and one guy said something like "sometimes I sit and wonder, 'what would Oprah do?'" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;The 12 year old lent me the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; so I could watch the whole movie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Babysitting a five year old is really good - you get to see movies you normally wouldn't watch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Must make them watch UP and Over the hedge soon. I have heard they are good (Over the hedge is v old now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I thought my arm was broken earlier. I went outside to put the garbage in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wizbin&lt;/span&gt; and then I saw the plants looked sad, so I watered them. Then my cat was very upset &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he woke up and realised I was no longer in the house (he is quite needy) so I had to hold him for about fifteen minutes before he decided that he could get down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Funny really. He is two years old (2 &amp;amp; 1/2) and he's the biggest baby!! He's gone back to lie down now. He has always been a bit odd - crying when I go outside and really crying when I go out. He's like a dog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. I have to start getting it ready for the road trip of the South of America soon. I have some songs on it (I recently deleted all the songs and am still loading new ones back on it.)&lt;br /&gt;I laughed earlier when I heard "Land Down Under" - that will be good to have on a road trip - singing "I come from the land down under" at the top of our lungs!! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new Australian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show "Offspring" the other night. I wasn't going to because I am not that big a fan of Aussie shows, but  I really enjoyed it!! I was happily surprised. Sadly I am going to miss half of it as I am going away (I will record it to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; recorder). I am also really enjoying "Parenthood". I wanted to watch that when I was in America (earlier this year) but it started around a week after I left!! I love Lauren Graham (mainly because of Gilmore Girls - my favourite show EVER!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, the cat needs another cuddle apparently. He just jumped up onto the computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4268096960945262928?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4268096960945262928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4268096960945262928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4268096960945262928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-121230113572805079</id><published>2010-08-14T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:14:32.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Days</title><content type='html'>I am excited as it's only 29 days till I go away!! Yippee... I can't wait. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been SO miserable these last few days. I did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit for a little too long and really hurt my calf muscle - so I couldn't walk up the two flights of stairs to get to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; meeting. How silly is that! BUT my shoulder (I didn't hurt it during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit - it's just dodgy!) was so painful it felt as though it was broken. Oh the pain in that shoulder was the worst I have ever felt in my life. It was bad. It even made me cry a few times!! It lasted two days and then yesterday it eased off. Today I have only felt a couple of twinges, but nothing major thank goodness. I was worried it wasn't going to go away and I would need surgery !!! :o(&lt;br /&gt;I will get it checked out when I get home. I have been living with it for this long - so I can manage a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I just dyed my hair red again. I am trying to find the perfect colour. I haven't found it yet. I don't know what this colour looks like yet as my hair is still wet, but I dyed my hair years ago and it was like a copper colour. I just loved it. But I can't seem to find that colour again. I like orange... the one I did try really didn't come out much in my hair. Which makes me sad.  I may have to get my hair bleached and then try it again - but I don't really want to bleach my hair. :o(&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Drama. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I am not eating enough. Not enough veggies. Not enough calcium. Ugh. I have to get back into it. I feel like I am in a big funk when it comes to food. I just don't want anything that is in the house!! :o(&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I will get started cooking again - (I cook every day) but cooking meals and freezing them. Making sure they have enough veggies in them. I might try it again with the yogurt.. (I had it one night and then it's sat since) I have been having a splash of milk in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weetbix&lt;/span&gt;. (I don't like milk) Perhaps when I get back from overseas I need a good kick up the butt and I need to start having things I normally wouldn't - like milk and things that are healthy so I can have a balanced diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder is starting to ache. I need to move.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; - I am glad people don't mind me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt; about things other than weight loss. Life is about more than that (although it seems to consume my life sometimes, I try not to let it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-121230113572805079?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/121230113572805079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/29-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/121230113572805079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/121230113572805079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/29-days.html' title='29 Days'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4092399523056189040</id><published>2010-08-08T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T05:03:07.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Firstly I would like to thank everyone who commented and said congrats on the 10% :o) I was quite proud of myself, and it was lovely to read the nice comments about it. So thank you! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday I have been trying to eat more food (to get my points up) and I have been getting more steps in when my back hasn't been super sore. Thankfully when it is sore I have been able to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I was never into this show until last Thursday. I am not a fan of Doctor Who (although I haven't watched it since I was little) and I had heard numerous things about the spin-off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt;, but never bothered checking it out. But I am addicted now. So it's been great watching that while trying to ignore the pain in my back! (the only way I can get rid of the pain altogether is by having an operation and I am not going to do that until I am at goal - and even then, I may not do it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it scares me a lot!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so bread rolls and I have had a bad time these last few days!! They talk to me!! It's not nice at all. They give me all these compliments and make me want to eat them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. Especially if they are from the Hot Bread Shop. I need to stop buying bread rolls full stop. No more in the house!!! They are the devil. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; has the same issue with bread rolls. That is quite funny really.&lt;br /&gt;So from this point on (for a while) I am not having bread rolls in the house - and if I do want one I will buy ONE (from the hot bread shop) :o) That is the plan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only four weeks until I go to America. I am excited and feel like throwing up when I think of it (due to nerves). I love talking to me "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; from another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mista&lt;/span&gt;" in America about the trip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she is all excited that I am coming back to her house too - so that gets me happy. I think the highlight of the trip for me will be seeing my American/Canadian "family" again!! :o) It makes me sad when I think I am missing out on seeing the youngest boy grow up. I wish I lived next door to them!!&lt;br /&gt;B (my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; from another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mista&lt;/span&gt;") and I have been talking about all the healthy food we are going to have on the trip. It's going to be great (we are going on an 8 day road trip). We are packing sandwiches and water and fruit and when we stop at towns along the way we can replenish our food from a supermarket. That is really great. I would like to continue to lose while I am away!! *fingers crossed I do!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece wants to buy my treadmill. I warned her it's dodgy (it's in brilliant condition) as it is manual (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;) and it's uphill all the time. I wish it wasn't, otherwise I would use it daily!! I have to get it out of the garage and show it to her. I doubt she will want it - but if she does - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;, get it out of the garage for good. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to buy a treadmill but I have nowhere to put it!! I have my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; outside in the pergola (doesn't get wet if it rains) - but I wouldn't put a treadmill out there!! Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving that it has been so cold (wow, the rain seems to have stopped!!) as my cat (the one I have used for my profile pic) likes to snuggle under the quilt. It's so cute - I wake up in the morning and he's lying beside me under the quilt all warm and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smoochy&lt;/span&gt;. He's such a sweet heart. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing else to report (I barely spoke about weight loss - I am not really using this blog properly - I tend to ramble about anything and everything).&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4092399523056189040?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4092399523056189040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4092399523056189040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4092399523056189040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1531092845742889045</id><published>2010-08-05T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:10:14.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh Day</title><content type='html'>Went to WW this morning and lost 900 grams. I was surprised and very happy. I have lost 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; all up now. I told the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weigher&lt;/span&gt; that I have reached my 10% (I didn't make it in the other week to tell my leader). Later in the meeting the leader was so shocked and happy that I had lost 10%! She was super proud of me and wants me to carry the keyring around America with me. Bless. After the meeting she was hugging me and going on about how cute I am and how wonderful. *shaking head*&lt;br /&gt;My leader reminds me of Lucille Ball. She is very funny and I have known her now for about 8 years - she likes to tell everyone in the meeting that I am an old friend. :o) She knows all my food issues and still talks to me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I was quite pleased with that. My mum made it to 10% too but we didn't realise. I am going to make sure that she is given her keyring next week!!! (or the next time she goes at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much better (although my back was so painful today) in my spirit now. I am ready to get to my mini goal (2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; away) and beyond!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired - it's after 11pm - so I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1531092845742889045?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1531092845742889045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/weigh-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1531092845742889045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1531092845742889045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/weigh-day.html' title='Weigh Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7355238022637731598</id><published>2010-08-02T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:16:38.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freezing</title><content type='html'>Today has been really cold. Icy wind. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling off these last days. I haven't been tracking at all  and I know I haven't been eating enough - but then I haven't been doing much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back has been hurting a lot - I was at my nephew's sleepover party and I had to go home as my back was hurting so much (just sitting in a chair). I was annoyed about that. Not that I wanted to be there, but I had told my sister I would help out. The 22 cupcakes I made were all eaten that night though - the kids loved them, which was great. I struggled a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with the cupcakes and chips at the party! And the chicken nuggets. But I didn't even so much as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my fingers when I was making the cupcakes or dishing out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;junk food&lt;/span&gt; at the party. I was quite pleased with myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7355238022637731598?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7355238022637731598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/freezing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7355238022637731598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7355238022637731598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/08/freezing.html' title='freezing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1924433506403559386</id><published>2010-07-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T04:54:20.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>I have been looking at some photos tonight - one of me taken in ... March this year (1st march). I hate this photo, but I am going to share it. I put along side it one photo that I took tonight of myself. I am quite pleased with the difference. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErRen3bqEI/AAAAAAAAANc/XDmlqQK3u5M/s1600/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497436619186874434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErRen3bqEI/AAAAAAAAANc/XDmlqQK3u5M/s320/Image1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how in the second photo I am smiling - but you can still see my eyes! I hate in the first one how my eyes are all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TINY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I hate how I was wearing my hair in the first shot. I am glad I finally cut my fringe again. I like it so much better. The first one was taken on the day I was about to fly back to Australia from the USA. I have two kids and a dog sitting on me. It is a gorgeous photo - except for me. :o( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make sure I get a nicer shot when I am leaving this time!!! And the next time I go over there I will be at my goal weight and no-one will recognise me in the photo!! :o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErTTglaM1I/AAAAAAAAANs/bVTZe1FK23s/s1600/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497438627276927826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErTTglaM1I/AAAAAAAAANs/bVTZe1FK23s/s320/Image3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I tried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;QUORN&lt;/span&gt; for the first time ever!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErTTLb5RfI/AAAAAAAAANk/rZBRG5Q8R-s/s1600/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497438621599876594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErTTLb5RfI/AAAAAAAAANk/rZBRG5Q8R-s/s320/Image2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sausages to be exact. I know this product has been in the UK for&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I think we only just recently got it. Anyway - sausages... 1.5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; for two.. And they smell REALLY nice. They taste quite good too. I was surprised as I was quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;. I don't eat meat (except for the rare - no pun intended- occasion when I just crave a burger with real mince... it always makes me sick though. boo hiss) So I thought these products would be a good source of protein. (that is not why I bought them though, just wanted to try them). I also got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quorn&lt;/span&gt; Strips and I am going to make a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stir fry&lt;/span&gt; with them soon. Cool :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1924433506403559386?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1924433506403559386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1924433506403559386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1924433506403559386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TErRen3bqEI/AAAAAAAAANc/XDmlqQK3u5M/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3940982154360103710</id><published>2010-07-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:41:40.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! OMG! OMG!</title><content type='html'>So - I was all excited earlier today when I posted my post... And now I am shocked and even more excited. I put my weight in on the WW site and it informed me that I reached my 10%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, I zoomed right past it and didn't even KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little sad that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weigher&lt;/span&gt; girl didn't pick up on this as I would have loved my leader to know!!! Boo hiss. I might drop in tomorrow morning and tell her. I will see. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I am quite pleased with myself!!!! *Doing a 10% dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a loser!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3940982154360103710?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3940982154360103710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3940982154360103710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3940982154360103710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG! OMG! OMG!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8546539313282549658</id><published>2010-07-21T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:06:15.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser baby!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this morning with my usual dreadful feeling that I was going to put on but I lost one kilo!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;. Now I have lost 12.5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; and I am only 2.5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; from my mini goal!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite pleased with that.&lt;br /&gt;I am back in my zone now. I knew I had to go to the meeting today, regardless on how I felt (I felt a bit sick this morning) and I wasn't going to stay for the meeting - but it was about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; so I did stay. I didn't learn anything new.... I will (maybe) go to the meeting tonight and I think I will learn something new there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually happy today. It's been a while since I have felt like this. I have been in a real funk these last two weeks. I was actually starting to worry that I was going to head back to the naughty Emily, but I am feeling good again. So that is good. Maybe it was part of giving up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt; max... I don't know. I have been drinking diet lemonade sometimes. I need to stop that. I don't think it's good replacing one drink with another. I didn't mean to do that. My mum offered me a lemonade and I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; and now I have a bottle in the house and I will drink it. So - this week I will only have one or two drinks of that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my niece and I were going through my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; to see what songs I had on there (that she could steal from me!!) and she was playing them one at a time and I was saying "Oh, what is that song?" And she'd tell me and I said I hated it. About 300 songs later we finished going through them and I said to her that I only liked about five songs on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. Other songs I didn't know, or hated... So I came home and deleted all the songs and started again. I was washing up and I put my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; on and danced while washing up - it was quite fun. I rarely listen to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and it reminded me how much I love listening to music. I should do it more often! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am making lunch now (chicken drumsticks that I lightly crumbed and threw in the oven... they are already cooked... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; I did this last week and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrummy&lt;/span&gt; and I made some chips and threw them in the oven too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8546539313282549658?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8546539313282549658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-loser-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8546539313282549658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8546539313282549658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-loser-baby.html' title='I&apos;m a loser baby!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2601264612292866300</id><published>2010-07-20T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:33:22.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title?</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is Tuesday ( I just wrote &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; and had to delete it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt;). I have felt sick today again. Not for long, but still, enough to annoy me. I still did things though.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick in the stomach, so I want to eat stuff. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I really don't think I will lose this week. I just haven't been eating well - I haven't had take away or anything or junk. I just haven't been eating well. :o(&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get into it tomorrow - I haven't had veggies since .... Saturday night I think. I can't remember. I have had heaps of fruit though - I haven't had any today though as I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. It's lovely. It's an LED one and you can get the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; on it. I was quite surprised by that and excited. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. :o) Should be fun when I get that set up (need to buy a dongle for the wireless).&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new camera for my trip to the USA. It is a Canon G11 and it's really nice. It has an adjustable LCD screen. Oh I really love that. I am going to make sure I get some nice photos when I am away. It came with battery and charger too - so I love that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got a new stove (her last one stopped working) so I went over to her house yesterday when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;electrician&lt;/span&gt; was there installing it (I knew him, she didn't). So then we went for a walk with her dog. He is a moron and is scared of other dogs barking at him (only certain dogs. he loved the two huskies we saw). Anyway so we came across this dog that wasn't in a yard and he started barking at us but then he ran off. Then he came back and was quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; and my sister SCREAMED so loud. We happened to be standing in front of a house that was being renovated and all these big burly workmen came flying out to see what was going on (sounded as though my sister was being murdered). And so they tried to get the dog to leave us alone , my sister picked up her dog and we started to walk on (my sister was starting to cry and I told her to settle down!! She is 6 years older than me but I have to tell her to calm down!!) anyway so the 'mean' dog came up to me and wanted me to pat him and was 'smiling' at me (he really looked like he was smiling). He loved me. He followed us all the way back to my sister's house. Then we went into the yard and shut the gate and he stood up at the fence and gave us a sad look ("where are you going?" look) and then I told my sister to take her dog inside &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the other dog had just jumped the fence. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So I made him go out and he was fine.. Later when I was leaving he was in and out of the backyard (jumping the fence) and so I went out and he wanted a pat - so I patted him while my sister yelled at me not to pat him (i couldn't not pat him, he was nudging my hand). And then he tried to get in my car with me.... And then when I finally pulled onto the road he was following me and when I drove off he stood in the middle of the road watching me go. It made me so sad and I nearly stopped and let him get in the car!! My sister has lived there for about 10 years and I have never seen this dog before - and he had no collar or anything.&lt;br /&gt;My sister thanked me for saving her and her dog's lives. (please!!) She told me I was like St Francis of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Assisi&lt;/span&gt;. I laughed. I couldn't help it if the dog loved me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again -shocker. We had about three days of sun.. Now the rain is back (I heard thunder &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt;). I wanted to walk on the beach tomorrow, but I don't know how the weather will be.&lt;br /&gt;I am also babysitting tomorrow night. That should be interesting. I don't know the kid I am baby sitting. I have met her a couple of times, but haven't spent any time with her. She is in Kindergarten. (She must be 5. I thought she was 4)&lt;br /&gt;The lady I am babysitting for asked me when I am going to America and I told her and she said "Oh that will come around really quickly." As if she was disappointed I was going so soon. Seems like she plans on putting me to good use babysitting. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;The lady next door is pregnant and my mother told me I should go tell her that I do babysitting. I don't think so. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That'd&lt;/span&gt; be odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I haven't really mentioned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this post. I can't be bothered right now. I need to refocus. I am glad though that I haven't been eating bad food. That would make me feel worse I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2601264612292866300?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2601264612292866300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2601264612292866300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2601264612292866300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/title.html' title='Title?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4960570593396408791</id><published>2010-07-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:26:18.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr</title><content type='html'>It is really cold in my house. I am quite cold right now. AND I have a cold. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;. I have felt quite poorly these last few days - I didn't even end up going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this week. Boo hiss. I was at my sister's and she asked me to step on her scales to see if they were broken (her and my niece both weighed themselves and they were shocked that they were ten kilos heavier than expected). So I weighed and it was a good result &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I was about a kilo lighter - but then all scales are different so I won't worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;(my sister had set the scales wrong so when they stepped on it was on 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; and not 0!! Helps to put your glasses on when you are doing stuff like that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - not much has been happening.. I have been trying to be good - I am going through a stage of not wanting to be good though - which usually happens when I am sick!! I haven't had anything bad though (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short post today - I'm being boring.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4960570593396408791?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4960570593396408791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/brrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4960570593396408791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4960570593396408791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/brrr.html' title='Brrr'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3453692437293710652</id><published>2010-07-12T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:48:34.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I have been thinking and I have decided that when I get home from the USA in October I am going to look into getting a personal trainer, I am going to focus on getting to goal and I am going to be 100% happier than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy right now. I have been trying to eat more, but I am seriously having troubles (my leader told me to eat more protein but the thought of snacking on a piece of chicken or something is just weird to me). I haven't had any pepsi max in ... ages. I can't even remember how many days it is now. I don't get enough sleep in the night - which makes me want to sleep in the day. I hate sleeping in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have fallen into a rut and I need to move myself before I get too comfortable - because that is something I tend to do. I find myself a nice little burrow and I stay there. It's not good. So tomorrow I am going to go for a walk around my neighbourhood - which is something I NEVER do. I don't like walking without a dog - weird, yes, but it's just me.. I don't like not having a purpose to walk. I am actually thinking of getting a puppy when I get back from the USA too. I want a boxer (as they are really the only dogs i LOVE) but I am thinking that a dalmatian could be cute too. :o) So, I will do some research and then find a breeder when I get home. That will be brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the USA in 9 weeks - I think I am getting a little nervous (as I do every time I go overseas). But I am more excited than nervous. I had a chat to my friend in the US - we are going on a road trip with her from North Carolina to New Orleans, then we were going to Panama City in Florida but due to the oil spill in the Gulf (Damn BP!!) we decided that it mightn't be that nice there, so instead we are going to Orlando, Florida where my other friend and I will go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then we'll go to Savannah (where i left my heart last time I was there!).&lt;br /&gt;We were sooooooooooooooooo excited about the Harry Potter plan. My friend and I both love Harry Potter and when we realised how close we will be to it, we HAD to go. My US friend is not a fan at all and doesn't want to go - but she is cool with us going and she will sit by the pool and read a book. YAY. It is going to be so much fun!!! :o) The tickets are $79 for the day (for one park only) but that is cool - it's going to be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;We only just decided for real that we are going last night, so it's all very new and exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I have 9 weeks to get to my goal (and hopefully under it). I need to get into a routine. I get up at 6am most mornings - so I need to work out then I think. I am going to un-bury (I don't think that is even a word!!) my exercise bike from the garage (it's under some boxes that I still haven't unpacked) and I will use that in the mornings. I am getting that out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3453692437293710652?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3453692437293710652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3453692437293710652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3453692437293710652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3449207227757728434</id><published>2010-07-11T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:33:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK QUICK</title><content type='html'>you have thirty minutes to enter Jess's competition at &lt;a href="http://www.jessisfound.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.jessisfound.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . go go go - it's an itunes card!! Awesome!! (I love music, but have never had one of those cards before!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3449207227757728434?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3449207227757728434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3449207227757728434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3449207227757728434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-quick.html' title='QUICK QUICK'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6647003523158944199</id><published>2010-07-09T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:38:58.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I weighed in ... I put on 300 grams. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;. I am seriously sick of this. *deep breath* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't eat ONE bad thing!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know - I need to eat more but COME ON. I was so cranky. ANYWAY - onto nicer things.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew's face almost split from smiling when he saw the birthday cake yesterday. Bless him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. My sister screamed when she saw it!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. She was so excited. They had no idea it was black and red inside. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. When it was cut - there was more screaming from my sister because of the colours. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. It was so funny. Also another funny thing was the sour Skittles... I didn't tell anyone I had used them and they all munched into them.. oh the reactions were HILARIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a tiny sliver of cake (I was the one who cut it -so that was good). I wanted more, but I was strong and said no. I was quite pleased with myself. It wasn't a repeat of my niece's birthday last year!! :o) (I found out the butterfly cake was last year). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was all very successful. I didn't have any diet cola and I had my water and a healthy lunch. It was a great day. My sister and I put my nephew's desk chair together (mum bought him a red leather desk chair for his birthday) and the kids played the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit. We all sat and watched them doing it - it was great fun to heckle. My nephew spent time cuddled up on my lap - which was cute. I said to him that 11 years ago I was cuddling him as well, but he was a lot smaller. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I wanted to start with the eating more -- but I stayed up until 3am this morning (i got up at 7am - so I was almost awake for 24 hours!!) and I slept in until 1/4 to 12pm!! I have had 9.5 points so far today. I am going to make dinner soon and I may have some porridge for dessert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TDbRUyLD_YI/AAAAAAAAANM/NDKJhP_rgec/s1600/Img_7192vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491806950620659074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TDbRUyLD_YI/AAAAAAAAANM/NDKJhP_rgec/s320/Img_7192vv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the cake - it had his name on it - so I took it off for my blog. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TDbRVaiqeAI/AAAAAAAAANU/GTayKoqo5Bw/s1600/Img_7209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491806961457068034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TDbRVaiqeAI/AAAAAAAAANU/GTayKoqo5Bw/s320/Img_7209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here it is after I cut into it. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6647003523158944199?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6647003523158944199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6647003523158944199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6647003523158944199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TDbRUyLD_YI/AAAAAAAAANM/NDKJhP_rgec/s72-c/Img_7192vv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2119682677605253356</id><published>2010-07-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:57:15.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skip to day seven..</title><content type='html'>and I am still going strong!! No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt; max in seven days! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. No fizzy drinks in seven days. That is really a first for me. It is going to be tested tomorrow though - it is my nephew's 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and my sister and the kids are all fizzy drink fans... They are as bad as I was I think - they have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner (which is really bad for kids - but my sister won't listen when mum and I tell her that). Anyway - so I will be going to my sister's house to see my nephew and have a mini party for him (just the family) and I will see how strong I am. Can I continue on to my 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day or will I be stuck at 8 days without fizzy drinks?? I think I will be strong. Mainly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my sister buys the cheap diet cola which I hate anyway &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am making the birthday cake for the birthday boy tomorrow. I bought the black food colouring and made one of the cakes - it is green. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. odd. I don't know what colour it will be when it is cut, but right now it isn't really black at all. I expected it to be gray (which is was to being with) but never dark green!!&lt;br /&gt;I made the other cake red though, so that one came out fine. :o)&lt;br /&gt;And I am proud of myself, I didn't even so much as LICK a beater, bowl, spoon or finger while making the cakes!! There were big crumbs on the bench - I threw them in the sink. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my niece had a birthday a while ago - I was on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and made her a butterfly cake and I wasn't going to touch it when I was making it. But I did and I felt sick afterwards... (that story may even be in this blog - I vaguely remember that...) I don't want to ruin my week over some sugary goodness though. I was thinking I &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;have a tiny piece of cake tomorrow as it's the start of my WW week, but I will see how I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have weigh in tomorrow morning. I am a bit nervous - I haven't been eating enough. UGH. I am so annoyed about that. I just.don't.like.anything.to.snack.on!!! I have my three meals a day - and three apples. I usually end up with between 16 and 19 points. I need to work on it. I have no idea what I could eat that I actually like and that isn't egg, cheese (which I don't really like unless it's melted) or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next week I am really going to focus on what I am eating and how much I am moving. I want to get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pedometer&lt;/span&gt;. That would be good. WW never have any anymore. I should find out if they'll get more or if I should just go to big w/Kmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - I am off to frost a cake!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and loving facebook again - found a friend today from KINDERGARTEN. I haven't seen her since we were about 6 or something. I wrote to her and she wrote straight back and said she was just thinking about me the other day!! Freaky!!)&lt;br /&gt;(will put a pic up of the cake tomorrow - if it's not too hideous! LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2119682677605253356?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2119682677605253356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/skip-to-day-seven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2119682677605253356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2119682677605253356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/skip-to-day-seven.html' title='skip to day seven..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1834245327735821766</id><published>2010-07-03T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:39:20.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four...</title><content type='html'>Day four already? Seriously? Surely I have counted wrong. I actually don't feel that bad. I don't miss Pepsi Max (although earlier I wanted a fizzy drink after lunch but when I drank the water I got over it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to do some dancing for my exercise  - so for 20 minutes I danced. My cat was wondering what the hell was going on and he rolled over a few times which was cute. I picked him up and danced with him as well, which he also liked.  He's too cute. It is amazing how fast you can work up a sweat when you dance full on (I had to take my fleece jumper off).&lt;br /&gt;I love music - so it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; one of my old bosses just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friended&lt;/span&gt; me. I thought that was a little bizarre - but she was always a nice person (we even met up on one new years eve and partied together with our friends.. that was fun.) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is very bizarre. You see people on there that you haven't thought of in forever. I have three friends on there that I was friends with in grade 5 at school - it's just amazing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - going well, not much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1834245327735821766?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1834245327735821766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1834245327735821766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1834245327735821766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-four.html' title='Day Four...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4216948140522030865</id><published>2010-07-03T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:31:29.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>No Pepsi Max for three days. WOW I am not sure I have ever gone three days without soft drink (not necessarily Pepsi max or cola in general... I used to only drink diet lemonade..). It's quite bizarre for me still - but I am not craving it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I did wish earlier that I had a fizzy drink to have after dinner, but I had my water *sigh* and it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a massive headache when I woke up this morning but it went quickly and I went about my day with no issue. I have been feeling "foggy" in a way since I stopped drinking Pepsi Max, but my head seems to be clearing. So that is good and I feel a bit more awake than usual - I have been really sleepy these last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt less hungry (someone... I am really sorry but at the moment I can't think of her name) was saying that when she gave up diet cola - she had less of an appetite and wondered if I would too. But I haven't noticed a difference. I don't eat that much to begin with (one of my &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;problems!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today I had around 16 points again. It's annoying when you eat a full day's worth of food and it only equals 16. (Actually I just worked it out and coz I had a three point yogurt I actually made it to 19 points today!! Yippee).&lt;br /&gt;I had three bottles of water (600 mls) - so that is ok. I should have had one more, but couldn't fit it in. Tomorrow I will have four (I had four yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came over today and she had lunch. That was good - it's been a while since she's been over. After she left my mother and I went grocery shopping. Ugh, that was tedious. I hate grocery shopping. We went to get fruit and veg first (and later found out that Woolworths was cheaper with most things than the fruit barn!! Grr). We got Kiwi Fruit as well as apples. I haven't had Kiwi Fruit in a while, so that will be nice in the morning with my porridge (after my porridge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 11.30pm and I have to be up at 5.30am so I had better go - happy sunday !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4216948140522030865?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4216948140522030865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4216948140522030865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4216948140522030865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2117449441150912598</id><published>2010-07-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:23:54.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two...</title><content type='html'>without Pepsi Max. My head hurts. BUT I am not sure if that is from the lack of Pepsi Max or if it is from my sinus issues. My whole face hurts too and I feel as though I have a cold. So I am not sure. I have been super tired as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so last night I went to the night meeting and at the end of the meeting the leader said she couldn't believe how much I had changed. I was shocked as I wasn't expecting a comment from her. She hasn't seen me in about a month, so I suppose I could look different. I was quite pleased with that comment. :o)&lt;br /&gt;(She said it in front of the whole meeting too - which shocked me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday without Pepsi Max was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Weird, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Today has been odd too - it's like I have nothing to do if I don't have Pepsi Max - which is so not true.. But I think I am feeling lost without it. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep going though. I've had about a litre of water today. So that is good. (I had 1.6 litres yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going well with my food too (although yesterday i only had 16.5 points!! but i felt full. I wasn't going to force more food into me just because I wasn't up to my points).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2117449441150912598?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2117449441150912598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2117449441150912598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2117449441150912598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-two.html' title='Day two...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7741844117506279103</id><published>2010-06-30T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:21:39.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very very happy girl!!</title><content type='html'>so i am at ww at the moment. i have a fair bit of time to spare as i got here early to get a park in the carpark. With the toy spectacular on at Big W the place is quite packed.    So my goood news....... I lost.  I seriously thought I was going to put on. I felt kind of dreadful this morning. I lost one point four kilos. that brings my total to eleven point eight. yay. that means i have only three point two kilos to go till my mini goal. yip yip yipee. so this is my first day of no pepsi max. no headache yet. fingers crossed i dont get one at all. until next time..... ps i cant use the enter key to make a new paragraph. its quite upsetting. hehehe silly phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7741844117506279103?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7741844117506279103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-very-happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7741844117506279103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7741844117506279103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-very-happy-girl.html' title='very very happy girl!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1766049141064710933</id><published>2010-06-30T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:58:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to go to WW in the morning. That way I can start my Pepsi Max free life tomorrow (I am going to finish the last of the bottle tonight). I was going to go to Friday meeting but I want to start going to Thursday night meetings - so it makes sense to me to go tomorrow. I don't think I am going to lose anything. I haven't been bad at all, but I haven't exercised, I have really done much of anything I should have.&lt;br /&gt;So - that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about next week regardless of my weight tomorrow. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to quit using Oyster Sauce so much as well. Dear god - i just read the label.... SO much sugar in it and so much salt!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. I love Oyster Sauce. Maybe I can have it once a week. :o)&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a goal of mine to read every label of every food before I eat anything!! New rule.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that it doesn't matter how long it takes to lose weight -- as long as I keep losing... I need to stop focusing on numbers and focus on other things. :o) (how I am looking etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1766049141064710933?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1766049141064710933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1766049141064710933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1766049141064710933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3184492246014363582</id><published>2010-06-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:10:32.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some photos</title><content type='html'>I have added photos before - but I haven't added any of late. I was going through my photos when I came across a photo my niece had taken of me that I didn't remember. Oh My. It was taken a few years ago at Christmas.. I think it was 2007. I wasn't at my highest weight in this photo (I was pulling a face at the camera). I hate this photo - but wanted to add it to my blog to remind me where I do NOT want to go AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn3YLGSBPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W-M0YVTkATI/s1600/S6300409sasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488189615595717874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn3YLGSBPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W-M0YVTkATI/s320/S6300409sasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's quite a grainy shot too so that makes it look bad too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I was probably over 120&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; here.... I was on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;, but not really following it all the time. It was always in the back of my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next shot is one of my face.. I hate this photo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn3_j9MuaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Dbu3hAp5r5o/s1600/me+02+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488190292283406754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn3_j9MuaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Dbu3hAp5r5o/s320/me+02+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, it isn't the worst photo ever (especially for seeing as how I took it of myself!) but I just don't like it. This was taken not the long after the Christmas photo above. (probably in the winter - as I am wearing a jumper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now - onto photos I do like and photos I want to be able to take again. In 2005 (I think) I had lost 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and was doing really well. I was very pleased with how things were going and I didn't hate having my photo taken. I want to get lower than I was in these next photos, but I still like shots. I want to feel that good again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn41akmo-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dft3pT_xAb0/s1600/0504050110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488191217477264354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn41akmo-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dft3pT_xAb0/s320/0504050110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin took this while we were driving from Hervey Bay to Brisbane (we were in the back of the car &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; neither of us were driving). I love how that t-shirt is big on me (that is one of my treasured t-shirts... my friend who lives in America sent it to me - it's from the gourmet shop/coffee shop "Dean and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deluca&lt;/span&gt;" in NYC) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this last photo is of me in 2005 - my cousin's from England were over and they were so shocked to see me because when I had been to England to see them in 1995 I was very big - it was nice to hear all the compliments. :o) You can really tell in this next photo how happy I was. I want that back!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn53jhdlII/AAAAAAAAANE/AudYCVgivuU/s1600/0504140003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488192353751372930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn53jhdlII/AAAAAAAAANE/AudYCVgivuU/s320/0504140003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have any recent photos of myself as I avoid the camera like anything. I am the photographer of the family though, so I make sure I am not in any of the photos. But I will start taking photos to show progress. I used to do that before when I lost 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. So I will take some tomorrow. (I won't put them up until next month though so it can be a month's progress.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - the last few days I have noticed I have had a few new followers - that is exciting. :o) When I first started this blog I didn't expect anyone to read it. I just wrote in it because I have always enjoyed writing in a journal, but it is cool to have people comment as well. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I have decided to quit Pepsi Max. I have one bottle left and when it is done - that is the day I start. It is going to suck - but I am going to do it. I will make sure I don't have to be anywhere for a few days in case of bad headaches. :o( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a thing on A Current Affair tonight about taking sugar out of your diet and you will lose weight easier. That is so not the case for me. I don't eat sugar in anything. They mentioned cereal (I eat porridge), they mentioned yogurt (I rarely eat the stuff and if I do it's the one they said was fine), they mentioned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;muesli&lt;/span&gt; bars (I don't eat those ever), they mentioned biscuits/cookies (I never have those), they mentioned full strength soft drinks and juices (I never have those). So I have a very low intake of sugar - so I suppose that is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still trying to cut back on the salt. I love Soy Sauce. So that is something I have to stop using. Oh they mentioned that BBQ sauce is over 50% sugar -- that didn't surprise me. Lucky I don't like that. (I don't really like sweet things - I would eat small amounts of chocolate, but just prefer not to.. then again - if you are talking about a cupcake... I would eat that!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HEhehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3184492246014363582?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3184492246014363582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3184492246014363582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3184492246014363582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-photos.html' title='Some photos'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCn3YLGSBPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W-M0YVTkATI/s72-c/S6300409sasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6322385964603149812</id><published>2010-06-28T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:33:58.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling good</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to the movies to see "The A-Team" with a friend... Let's just say I wish I had some crackers to go with all that cheese!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't enjoy it that much - but some of it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Bradley Cooper was dreamy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. (I am glad I had the gift card for the cinema so I didn't have to pay for the ticket! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hheehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie my friend told me that she was hungry and wanted to know what I was going to eat. I told her I had food at home already cooked. In the end she said she was going to buy dinner. She wanted to come to my house -- so I told her to go buy it and she could come over, but I was going to have what I had at home. So she got Red Rooster (Chicken and chips) and came over. I was so proud of myself. The old me would have said "bugger it" and joined her. But I didn't. I even made my own chips in the oven. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YUMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't tempted at all and felt really good about it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked some flights for our trip. We had $1,000 and we have $155 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;australian&lt;/span&gt;) left - so that won't buy us another flight :o( We will have to use that money for other things now. But we did manage to book three flights (each). So that is something. Just three more to get. It's getting more exciting now that we are booking things. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I figured out tonight that since I first started WW back in 2002 or something , I am now 19 kilos lighter than I was back then. That made me happy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - it is 1.32am and I need to get up around 8am, so I should go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6322385964603149812?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6322385964603149812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6322385964603149812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6322385964603149812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling good'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1342390758510694063</id><published>2010-06-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:23:04.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night</title><content type='html'>I weighed in on Friday just gone and lost 200 grams. Oh yes, I felt SO happy - - (not really). I was quite mad. I had done NOTHING wrong all week and I had been doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit and walking... UGH. I am sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;And then when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weigher&lt;/span&gt; lady (no idea what her name is - but she calls me "Em" whenever she sees me, and I wonder how she always remembers me) so she asked me when I am going away and I said 11 weeks and she said "Oh that is great, you need to get a move on though!!" (in regards to weight loss). That kind of irked me. I know she didn't mean it in a bad way, but I thought about it later and wanted to punch her. I have lost 10.4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; so far and that is bloody good considering for the last few years I have been losing 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; and then stopping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and putting the six kilos back on again. I have broken through that barrier and I don't want to stop this time... I am trying really hard. But not hard enough it would seem!! I need to lose at least 4.6 kilos in 11 weeks or I am going to be VERY upset with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do.&lt;br /&gt;My mother (who, bless her heart, let me bitch to her about how I am feeling about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;) said I need to sit down with the Thursday night leader and talk to her about what's going on. I agreed. She is so different to any other leader I have ever had, so I know she'll say something that makes me think. I need to start going to her meetings all the time, even if I keep weighing in on Thursday/Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so I am thinking about looking at sodium this week. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I love Lean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beefers&lt;/span&gt; - they are the only form of "beef" (I use the term loosely as they don't have much beef in them at all) that I get. I don't like beef - it makes me feel sick. (Of course I made rissoles tonight from beef mince instead of Turkey mince and I have been feeling like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; since I ate. Nice.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - lean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beefers&lt;/span&gt; have a fair bit of sodium in them I have just noticed. So I might start having them only once a week or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I have to cut back on the Pepsi Max and drink water. (I do drink some, just not enough). I am actually starting to hate the taste of Pepsi Max - which is something that happens to me (it's happened before). It starts to make me feel sick when I drink it and I don't like the taste at times. So I suppose this is a good to as any to cut down - if not quit altogether. I am sure I can be a full time water drinker (I have never been a full time water drinker in my life!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - tomorrow I am going to the movies. I have a non &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; social life at the moment, so it will be interesting to go out - especially at night to go to the movies. We are seeing "The A Team" - I wasn't really interested in seeing this movie, but my friend (that I am going to the USA with) wants to see it bad. She kept saying to me "Bradley Cooper is in it". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCdM40dyzJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QexzEmG9Ee4/s1600/(stardustmovies)Bradley-Cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487439210014231698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCdM40dyzJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QexzEmG9Ee4/s320/(stardustmovies)Bradley-Cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I couldn't refuse that right?!! I hope it won't be as bad as I am expecting it to be (I used to love the show as a kid though). I still think it was mean to use Bradley as a bargaining tool though. She knows he is my favourite (I loved him in Alias &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been craving cupcakes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; bad these last few days. It's been a nightmare (and yet I still watch "Ace of Cakes" and "Cake Boss"!!) Tonight I was at the grocery store and I wanted to buy supplies to make cupcakes for my friend, L. (the one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; with) (for her birthday which was last week - no one gave her a cake!) and so I had all the ingredients in the trolley and I was looking at the frosting and I thought to myself that no, I could NOT buy these products and I put them all back. I was very sad that I couldn't trust myself not to want to eat them. Here they only have vanilla or chocolate frosting - which irks me as I have Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Velvet&lt;/span&gt; cake mix in the cupboard and I need &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cream cheese&lt;/span&gt; frosting to go on it (I wouldn't make it.. I probably wouldn't like the 'real' thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I digress, so my friend is now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cupcakeless&lt;/span&gt; because I didn't think I could stand to have them near me (without eating them all). INSANE. I saw they have BLACK food colouring. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. When I am sensible again - I want to make a BLACK CAKE!!! I think that'd be awesome. And I would buy the vanilla frosting and dye it black. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I can buy a low fat cake mix I suppose. Best not to go there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I am just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt; on tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I tend to do that. I am a chatter (when it comes to writing.. I am not really a chatter out loud sometimes - I take after my dad. My mum could talk under water LOL ... odd)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - until next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1342390758510694063?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1342390758510694063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1342390758510694063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1342390758510694063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-night.html' title='Sunday night'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TCdM40dyzJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QexzEmG9Ee4/s72-c/(stardustmovies)Bradley-Cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-861049810718845595</id><published>2010-06-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:36:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining it's pouring...</title><content type='html'>and I should be snoring (but I don't snore...). It is after midnight and I am still up even though I am very tired and nearly falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did an hour on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit (I did 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the afternoon). I was quite pleased with myself. Especially coming from a person who really didn't exercise at all if I could help it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my sister's the other day and she was going on about how good I was looking. I was a little shocked - but I was happy that she noticed a difference. These last few days I have felt a difference too. I normally don't notice a thing, but I have been feeling better :o) So that is good.&lt;br /&gt;My sister even asked my mum what I had been doing to look so different... She knows I go to WW (she was going with me to begin with, but she is too addicted to sugar and doesn't want to quit it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it has been pouring most of the day. I don't mind, in fact I really love the rain. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go to sleep so I can get up and do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit again in the morning. I am starting to really enjoy it - I have been watching Glee on DVD while I do it - so that is fun. :o) I love Glee.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-861049810718845595?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/861049810718845595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-raining-its-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/861049810718845595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/861049810718845595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s raining it&apos;s pouring...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6415602876010049018</id><published>2010-06-19T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:20:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a gorgeous Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>Today I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit for 30 minutes and then I was putting on a load of washing when my sister called, asking if I would like to go for a walk. I didn't want to, but felt bad as I haven't seen my sister in quite a while... so I said yes. We went in to the beach and we walked her dog up the breakwater. It took us 24 minutes (I timed it) to walk from the car park to the end of the breakwater - where we saw the seal that lives in the area. He/she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute - rolling around in the water and just being a super cute seal. :o) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TBzD07h_I7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/40Pgx_fkeLM/s1600/SEAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484473760331277234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TBzD07h_I7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/40Pgx_fkeLM/s320/SEAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the photo I took of the seal... You can barely see the seal, but I know it's there. :o) I took this with my mobile phone.)&lt;br /&gt;Then it took us 22 minutes to walk back to the car. It was a glorious day - really bright and sunny, a really nice breeze (well, it was wind... but I still liked it) and it wasn't too cold. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time and I didn't even feel too exhausted as I was expecting to. I barely even hurt (from my back). :o)&lt;br /&gt;We then had lunch (bread roll and ham and an apple) and then I came home. I may suggest doing it again tomorrow. We are all hanging out tomorrow (me, mum and my sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy now - and know that when I am walking around San Francisco, Boston and New York City (these three places in particular - I am going other places too) I will be able to walk around without being exhausted. It is going to be great fun. 12 weeks to go - let the countdown begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6415602876010049018?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6415602876010049018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-gorgeous-saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6415602876010049018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6415602876010049018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-gorgeous-saturday.html' title='What a gorgeous Saturday!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TBzD07h_I7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/40Pgx_fkeLM/s72-c/SEAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7129226552233009885</id><published>2010-06-18T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:53:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; this morning and I lost 1.1 kilos!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME. That brings my total to 10.2 kilos!!! I was quite pleased. Getting to the 10 kg mark seemed to be a little hard for me, but I feel like my mini goal is VERY reachable now (it is only 4.8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; away!!) and I am going to get there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leader was super happy for me. She grabbed me by the shoulders and was saying "good on you" and stuff. She was beaming - which made me feel good too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and I went on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit for 20 minutes. I wanted to do 30 minutes but I had to go out. I actually felt bad that I didn't do those extra ten minutes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This week I am going to start doing an hour on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit. I am looking forward to it. I will have to make sure i have a heap of things on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to watch!! (i watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; while i am doing it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - feeling good and ready to keep going!!&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7129226552233009885?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7129226552233009885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7129226552233009885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7129226552233009885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4299382490455569803</id><published>2010-06-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:57:59.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Holiday</title><content type='html'>I am going to my sister's house soon to take a photo of my niece. She wants a nice photo of her to put on this profile she is making - she wants to try and get some work in some commercials. I hope she gets something - as she is having a hard time with life at the moment, so something positive would be nice for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called and I told her that I would take the dog for a walk with her - we haven't done that in a while... (she asked me to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a good week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; wise... I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit a few days - and I had major pains in my legs because of it - but I am feeling better today, so I might go on it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my friend's 36&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (she is the one I am going to the USA with in September) she is feeling a bit sad about turning 36, which I can understand. I am happy I didn't turn 36 this year!! Getting older really sucks in my opinion. Especially when you still feel quite young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - a friend I went to high school with made these AWESOME cupcakes - they were rainbow coloured. So I will attempt to make some of those for my friend's birthday. I thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be nice. I will only have one so I won't be going over my points at all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take a photo of them if they are any good. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned friend is coming over today to sort out our holiday again. We had to change things around again. It was going to cost us a bucket of money to fly from San Francisco to Quebec in Canada... and then to fly from Montreal to New York City. So we decided to do a tour instead, as it will be much cheaper. :o) I think we'll save around $300 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt;). That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to sort out the days. I think it should work quite well. I can't wait. It's going to be so much fun!! I think it will be more fun than when I went with my niece last year as my friend knows things that my niece didn't. Like we were on a tour bus in NYC and I said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; there is the Chrysler Building" and my niece said... "What's that?" and so I had to explain. There were other things too - I was excited and she was like "what's that?". I shouldn't have been too surprised, she was 12 at the time. But still - it will be more exciting to see things with L and we can both see something and get excited because it makes sense to both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is going to be a longish post as I have just found this post and remembered that I didn't post it as my friend arrived when I was writing it. It is now three days later and a few things have happened since I wrote the above....&lt;br /&gt;Firstly my niece loved the photos I took of her  - she used them for her profile and sent them off to a casting agency. The very next day she was called and asked to come and audition!!! We were all so excited for her. The audition is on Thursday next week. I will have to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; (that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as I couldn't go today either and have to go tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came over with profiteroles!!!!!!!!! I was HORRIFIED. I haven't eaten these in such a long time - probably close to two years and I do love them so much. She had called me before she came and asked if I wanted anything and I said no. And yet she brought these anyway. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. So I left them on the kitchen counter and ignored them. I wasn't tempted at all, which is funny. So later in the night my friend was saying that I should have one (she wanted one) so I finally said yes and had one (it was her birthday the day after, so I felt bad for her... Stupid me). And about five minutes after eating it - I thought I was going to vomit so bad. I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; ill for a very long time. I couldn't sleep because I felt so sick - I finally fell asleep around 4.30am and I just felt rotten the whole next day. I slept most of the day. I felt sick when I got up and I felt sick the next day as well. I couldn't believe it!!! I tried to give the profiteroles to my friend to take home, but no, she wanted me to keep them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;. I think I will throw them out (they are in the freezer right now) I have NO intention of eating them. I could give them to my sister and the kids...&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in a way though that I didn't enjoy it - I don't want to go down that road.&lt;br /&gt;If I was going to have any bad food all I would like is a red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;velet&lt;/span&gt; cupcake with cream cheese frosting. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I have been thinking about this for the last week or so - I can't wait to get back to America and get myself one!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Carlo's Bakery in New Jersey - the home of the CAKE BOSS (on the FOOD channel on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foxtel&lt;/span&gt;). I love Buddy - even though I hated him to begin with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But I am going to his bakery to get my cupcake. I can't wait - three more months to wait. It's going to be SO worth it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. I am a little nervous, but it should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I have been doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; fit most days - - I think i had two days off. I am not sure - maybe three. But for three days I did it for 30 minutes (the free step one). I am going to bump it up to an hour next week I think. I have to be careful how I step down from the balance board as I have tend to push back on my knee and now I feel as though I have tried to bend my legs backwards. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I will be more aware of that in the future and step down 'normally'. According to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; I have lost .9.. I don't believe it though as it is always different to WW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we saw the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; for New York City the other night. It is going to cost us around $1900 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; for five nights - which is more than it cost for our airfare!! (one airfare). I couldn't believe that!! We are staying the weekend though and we want to stay somewhere nice... But still, around a thousand dollars each is just bloody crazy!!! It will be worth it though. I love NYC. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4299382490455569803?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4299382490455569803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/public-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4299382490455569803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4299382490455569803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/public-holiday.html' title='Public Holiday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3921693992788181769</id><published>2010-06-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:36:14.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I didn't put on...</title><content type='html'>but I didn't lose anything either. I stayed the same today at WW. Bummer. But I am happy I didn't gain weight. So that is something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try extra hard this week to eat all my points and to make sure I move more. I am not going to have a sore back or shoulder!!! (I hope the universe is listening!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stay for the meeting this morning as  I am not interested in it at all - I am going to the one tonight though, so that should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3921693992788181769?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3921693992788181769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-i-didnt-put-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3921693992788181769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3921693992788181769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-i-didnt-put-on.html' title='Well, I didn&apos;t put on...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4917428424756217471</id><published>2010-06-09T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T05:53:34.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy Wednesday Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've said it before (last week) but I will say it again - I really like the tv show RUBY. It always makes me think!! (not much does these days LOL just kidding). Last night's episode was about food addiction and families. The lady mentioned that if there is alcoholism or drug addiction in the family (could be a few generations before you) then there could be someone who is addicted to food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I have a food addiction myself.. but I just found it very interesting to hear what they were saying. Most of the women in the group didn't believe they had a food addiction.. I wonder if I am one of those people in denial. I seriously can't see it, but who knows. I am very interested to see the episode next week (season finale :o( boo hiss) where we see the women going through the six day intensive therapy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have ww tomorrow morning. I don't really want to go as I didn't do half the things I wanted to do this week. I feel annoyed about that. I have big plans and then stuff happens. ARGH. I don't even know if I will lose. I haven't been eating badly, except for maybe two bread rolls on two days.... I have been trying to focus on my starch..... Oh well, I will begin again tomorrow (it is late now and I don't plan on eating anything else tonight). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I was looking up Broadway shows in New York City. I am not a lover of musicals at ALL. I cringe and want to hide or even run away... or I want to throw up when I hear musicals. I am, however a fan of Glee (most of the time - there have been a few occasions where I have wanted to throw the tv out the window). ANYWAY - so Broadway has never interested me (although I love CATS!! I've seen that twice, I'd see it again!! But it isn't playing :o( so so sad) but I found a show that I MIGHT be able to sit through!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TA-NIrF8I6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kequ4_Jk7rw/s1600/awesome80spromboston_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480754451679290274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TA-NIrF8I6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kequ4_Jk7rw/s320/awesome80spromboston_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks so cool. :o) It starts at 8pm and there is an after show party that goes until 4am!!! OMG - AWESOME!!! I am so going to tell my friend (who I am travelling with) that we HAVE to go see this!!! :o) I love how it says it's "like being the star of your own John Hughes movie." I LOVE John Hughes movies!! *giggle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - just had to share my excitement. It'd be funny if we dressed up too with 80's make up and clothes. hehe. It'd be brilliant too if I could convince my friend from North Carolina to fly up to NYC to come with us!! OMG. I am going to talk to her (we are already going on a road trip, so she may not want to do that too...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4917428424756217471?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4917428424756217471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/windy-wednesday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4917428424756217471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4917428424756217471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/windy-wednesday-night.html' title='Windy Wednesday Night....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/TA-NIrF8I6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kequ4_Jk7rw/s72-c/awesome80spromboston_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-109816154648405304</id><published>2010-06-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:10:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a slap!</title><content type='html'>Is what I deserve... But before I go into detail about that... I will firstly like to mention Jess's blog giveaway!!!! I am entering - cross your fingers that I win ( I have never won anything before ever!!) &lt;a href="http://jessisfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/giveaway.html"&gt;http://jessisfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. the reason I need such a slap....... I have failed miserably with my no computer goal. I made it through two days. Then yesterday and today my back has been SO sore, so I have been in bed dozing and on my laptop!! Annoyed at myself, but I can't change my back issues... I have been trying to do some things in between playing on the computer though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days (hopefully tomorrow) my back won't hurt and I will be back to normal again. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all sunny earlier and now it looks as though it will rain again. The yard is all mushy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;. At least I got some washing dry earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-109816154648405304?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/109816154648405304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/such-slap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/109816154648405304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/109816154648405304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/such-slap.html' title='Such a slap!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1961941636620374875</id><published>2010-06-04T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:04:50.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; meeting last night thinking about what I do in a week in the way of exercise and lately it's been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zippo&lt;/span&gt;... None. Nil. Nothing. I decided on one goal for the week - one goal that I thought I would find extremely hard but one goal I think would do me the world of good. And said goal is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO computer during the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first goal. I made it up until about 3pm and then I caved and checked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I was horrified at how lost I was without my computer!! I am allowed to use it in the night (my rules &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;), so it isn't like I am going to be deprived altogether.&lt;br /&gt;I just found it so difficult. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Admittedly&lt;/span&gt; it was POURING most of the day today and I had nothing much to do at all. I even cut down on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt; max and had a raging headache to go with it. All I wanted to do was sink into my bed and snuggle up with my laptop. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to continue to try and go without all week. I will report on how I go.&lt;br /&gt;The WW meeting this week was about moving - so I thought it'd be a good thing to try out... Move instead of sitting on my butt (or lying in bed) playing on the computer. Sounds simple. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good day today (with eating!!!). I had porridge for breakfast, lean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beefers&lt;/span&gt; and a cup of soup for lunch (and bread) and then for dinner I had chicken with potato, mushroom and zucchini. It was really yummy. I didn't really feel super hungry all day. The leader told us that we need to find out what works for our bodies and mentioned that it may have to do with where you come from as to what works for you. Like if you come from England, then oats are great to have for breakfast. It seemed odd, but it seems to work. Like for me, eating porridge in the morning will keep me fuller than if I eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weet&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bix (my mum is from Scotland and my dad's mother is English)&lt;/span&gt;. I never really thought of that before. I notice too that potatoes work better for me than rice and pasta. It is amazing when you actually take notice of things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - that is my ramble for tonight. I am off to bed. It's midnight. It's pouring again - I like going to sleep with the sound of rain on the roof. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1961941636620374875?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1961941636620374875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/goals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1961941636620374875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1961941636620374875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/goals.html' title='Goals...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-294710646043533419</id><published>2010-06-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:55:54.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh day thursday</title><content type='html'>I went to WW this morning thinking I wouldn't go well, as I usually do - but I lost 800 grams - so that brings my total to 9.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I am very excited about this as that is almost 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;!! I may even make my goal for 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; by September!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I even stayed for the meeting. I don't normally stay for that meeting as I go to the Thursday night one with my mum. It is a better meeting and the leader is much better (I love love love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning leader and have gone to her forever, but I think the Thursday night leader is just so much different and I find myself learning new things every week. I even find myself thinking about things I hadn't before. It's quite amazing really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while. I haven't been in the mood. Lots of things have been going on in my life. The worst was my niece was having these blinding headaches and she couldn't function at all. My sister took her to the doctor twice and they said to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aspirin&lt;/span&gt;. Finally she was given a CAT Scan and they found something odd happening behind her right eye... So we had to wait a whole week so she could get in to see a Neurologist. This was just torture. We were thinking the kid had a tumour and everything (she is 13). I was really upset and thinking things like it was good that I took her to the USA last year.... She saw the neurologist and he said she was having cluster migraines and to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nurofen&lt;/span&gt; when the attacks come on... So that was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;My sister told us yesterday that my nephew broke his arm/shoulder (really close to his shoulder) when he'd been thrown during a game of league at school (during lunch). So he has to go to the fracture clinic next week. What drama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad to hear this morning about the mini cyclone that hit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lennox&lt;/span&gt; Head this morning. That was not nice at all. Seems like a lot of destruction happened (from the photos I have seen). And they are expecting a lot of rain today. We've had some today - and the wind has picked up a bit. Makes me a little nervous. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehhe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much it rained in May! I haven't seen rain like that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been walking in a while - due to the rain. So I am going to start doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; more regularly and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt;. I also think I will just start dancing around with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; on when I am doing things around the house!! I love music and it makes me happy - so I plan on doing that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-294710646043533419?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/294710646043533419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/weigh-day-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/294710646043533419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/294710646043533419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/06/weigh-day-thursday.html' title='Weigh day thursday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5568108807368803276</id><published>2010-05-18T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:33:15.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh can't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>So i got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; game "Just Dance" for Christmas. I hadn't used it much since I got home - but the last few days (and last week) I have been playing it and I love it. It HURTS though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Funny. It's like doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aerobics&lt;/span&gt;. Tonight I was dancing to one song and my arms were just so painful!! It's great though. My friend came over last night and I put it on and she did some dancing too. We did the challenge. That was FUN and we laughed a lot. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I won every challenge. Poor girl. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has never seen SUPERNATURAL *GASP*. I know, right?!! I was shocked too. So I said to her that we'll have to have a marathon!! I wish we could just skip to the seasons with Misha Collins in it.. OH my he's dreamy!!&lt;br /&gt;But I will watch it again from the beginning (I love Jensen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ackles&lt;/span&gt; too so that is good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;. I have had the worst time these last few days with eating the right meal at the right time of day. I have been busy some days and I haven't eaten lunch until 4pm and it then screws up dinner. UGH. So - today I didn't have time for breakfast -  so I got breakfast/lunch at 12.30pm. I was STARVING.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had breakfast at about 10am and then I didn't have lunch til 4pm (i was out and had lunch when I got home) and then I had dinner around 8.30pm - my friend had come over and so we got Red Rooster - which is something I didn't really want... But it was handy. UGH annoying. So I hope i go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this week at weigh in. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put on. I need to much more organised for when things are busy and I need to make time for lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;(it wasn't like i wasn't hungry, I was... I refused to eat when I was out as all they had was fast food shops, which I didn't want!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - we'll see how I go and I am starting again tomorrow with the eating at the right times!! I may even make some meals that I can freeze and have on hand when I am at a loss of what to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5568108807368803276?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5568108807368803276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/meh-cant-think-of-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5568108807368803276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5568108807368803276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/meh-cant-think-of-title.html' title='meh can&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-9219250938813028357</id><published>2010-05-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T06:13:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I went to WW on Friday (oh that was only yesterday - feels like days ago!!) And I lost 1 kilo!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;. I was v happy with that. I have now lost 7.9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; !! That means I am over half way to my mini goal. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister came over (she slept until 1.30pm!!) and we watched "Supernatural" and then we went to the beach for a walk. (with her dog) It was good... The wind was howling (I had to ask my sister to repeat herself a few times as I couldn't hear her talking) and it was cold, but it was brilliant. The sun was setting and the waves were crashing loudly... it was perfect. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about going again tomorrow - I don't know if my body will allow it though. My back has been really sore these last few days - but I am trying to ignore it. I need to get as much walking as I can in. I want to be able to walk a long way around America without wanting to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is coming over to see me tomorrow. That will be interesting. I always worry that I won't have anything to say to him when he comes over. We are quite alike in a lot of ways I think. He's not really a talker and neither am I (sit me in front of a computer though and I can type until my fingers hurt!!!). It is funny to think that I was always closer to him growing up than to my mother, and now it's the other way around. It's funny how things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy (on a different note) about America Idol (I KNOW, SO LAME right?!). My favourites have entered the top three!!! I am so happy for all of them and I hope they all do really well after the show ends. I don't mind which one of them wins (but I am secretly hoping Crystal will win!!). It's exciting for me that they're all in the top three - being the first time I have ever watched this show! :o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for Crystal, Lee and Casey xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; - 2.1 until I get to 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-9219250938813028357?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/9219250938813028357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/9219250938813028357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/9219250938813028357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-615354063941291690</id><published>2010-05-11T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T05:07:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sad but happy...</title><content type='html'>I had a good day today. I did laundry all day (well, I went out in the middle, so not ALL day)... and I enjoy that. I love making things clean and the smell of the clothes hanging on the line. It's nice. I even like bringing them in, folding them under the line, standing in the last moments of sunshine before it disappears behind the trees on its way to bed. So my day was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I watched RUBY on tv, as I do most Tuesday nights. This show annoys me sometimes but I like it and still watch it. I love that it's filmed in Savannah as I see many places on the show that I have been to. Makes me giddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S-lIRytgdEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U0Mq8aQPhQs/s1600/ruby-gettinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982692925797442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S-lIRytgdEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U0Mq8aQPhQs/s320/ruby-gettinger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;episode was about Ruby trying to remember her past and finding out that her mother was her enabler (this is an oldish episode I think - I hadn't seen it before though). So I was watching the show with my mother and then I said something about getting something to eat and she told me she wasn't going to be my enabler - as she has been mine all the time... She said she gave me things to stop me screaming - or so that I wouldn't scream or cause a scene. This hit home with me coz I remember... I remember her doing things I didn't like and because I was mad with her - I would make her buy me bags of chips. I remember that so vividly. I remember how mad I was at her and I remember how sad I was at the time... and it just made me want to cry. But I didn't mention it to her - coz I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to rehash memories that still are quite painful for me. I have blocked a lot of stuff out - that is what I do... I still do it now, to this day. If something isn't right and I don't like, I block it out and I don't think about it. That isn't healthy at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - so my mum was my enabler... and I ate badly as a child (teenager) just to punish her. I didn't punish her though - I have only punished myself. That is so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I gained weight again though - after I lost 50kgs... It probably had a lot to do with my sister and me just trying to cope with life while she was trying to check out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ruby's show tonight really hit a nerve and I didn't like that at all. It did make me more determined to keep on the path I have been on though. I didn't have a snack when I said I wanted one tonight - - I wasn't hungry... I think I felt sick to be honest (I am the kind of person who, if they feel sick, I eat... coz I think that maybe that might make me feel better... Even when I had food poisoning once, I still ate meals like normal. freaky but true.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I have a lot of issues I should deal with from my past. Life is so much different now though, so I think maybe it's just best to let it all go. I rarely think of things now... Sometimes I even look back and think that it was an alternative reality. It doesn't make sense to me now that life was like that. I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am not making much sense. (is that unusual? no) hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still going to be a loser though!! No matter what!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-615354063941291690?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/615354063941291690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-but-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/615354063941291690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/615354063941291690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-but-happy.html' title='...sad but happy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S-lIRytgdEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U0Mq8aQPhQs/s72-c/ruby-gettinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5845198030727099796</id><published>2010-05-09T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:13:37.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday and I lost 0.9 - bringing my total loss up to 6.9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. I was pleased with that - but annoyed at the same time that in two weeks I only lost that much. BUT i have to be sensible... It is a good loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I have been good. My niece had a birthday party on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and I was had to be the cook at the BBQ. I cooked over 40 sausages and I didn't eat ONE. I had a little tiny bite of one that broke off and I was grossed out by how salty it was (and fatty  - I could smell the fat in them and it was making me sick). I was quite proud of myself as sausages and I used to be best friends back in the day!! I love the thought of them.. but not the reality.&lt;br /&gt;My sister had three sausages in one sitting and I couldn't help but think that that was around 18 points right there!!! 20 with the bread!! Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;My sister doesn't seem to be sticking to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; anymore, and that is fine. She doesn't HAVE to do it - I am not going to be influenced by her decision to stop though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 23 weeks to go before I go on holiday and I need to start losing good amounts. I need to start walking more and drinking water. Right now I am really quite thirsty but I have no desire to get up and get a drink of water. I am so bad. I don't know why I am like that. I need a good hard slap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the shops today and I parked a long way away from the entrance. I haven't done that in a long time, so I am quite pleased with myself. I used to do that all the time but I somehow stopped doing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mother's day yesterday so I made my mum a special dinner of a chicken &amp;amp; broccoli pie and some oven chips (home made). She loved it and so did I. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;. :o)&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a while since I made a pie - so it was nice to have that. It is only 5 points for the whole thing. :o) (maybe 4.5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt;, I rounded up) And then it would be 1.5/2pts for the chips!! :o) Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling good about things again, which is good. I am refocused on my goal and I am going to make it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5845198030727099796?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5845198030727099796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5845198030727099796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5845198030727099796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2640746575770310672</id><published>2010-04-28T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:19:57.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day... Bad week...</title><content type='html'>Haven't wanted to write in my blog this week. I put on 0.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; last week and it really annoyed it. It is only a tiny amount, but MAN I was annoyed. Especially after eating all my points all week. UGH. I also had my birthday on Sunday - which just made me feel sad. I don't know why, it was stupid. I ended up spending the day filming an audition for my niece for some new show on Disney Channel. It was a nightmare trying to upload the thing, so I didn't do anything for my birthday really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been eating bad this week - but i haven't been tracking and I was past caring. I am going to get back into tracking as of tomorrow though. I need to get my head back into gear. I didn't have anything bad like I wanted. Oh I have another sinus infection too so I have been feeling like complete rubbish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a plane land in the harbour (sea plane) and I hadn't seen one ever land in this section of the harbour (I have seen some land further away from this section, but it was really close to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and stuff) and so I mentioned it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and my BASTARD of a cousin said that if I stayed in OZ long enough I would know what goes on in our town. WHAT THE HELL?! Then he posted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; in another message. The first one seemed too harsh I suppose, so he followed it up with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I was really mad. I am so SICK of my "Family" giving me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; about going overseas!!! Seriously - they have been super nasty to me (or about me) since I got back from America. I have NO idea why - I do not speak to them ever anyway - so I have no idea why they are all talking about me (and being mean). It all started with my bitch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; and now it seems to be spreading. I ... there are no words. It makes me very mad though. I was talking to my mother about it and she said it's pure jealousy. She read what my cousin wrote and she said he's jealous. He hasn't been out of Australia! That is not my fault. I want to just go around to all their houses and give them forehead flicks!! (It could take a while, there are a LOT of them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I am glad I have nothing to do with them though. I just wish they'd leave me the hell alone. How sad and boring must their lives be if all they have to bitch about is me going overseas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to refocus and block out all the negative things... I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow - I won't be surprised if I put on (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, i had a bit too much bread and some frozen chips).... But after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; I am going to my sister's and we are going to take her dog for a walk near the beach. Should be good. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;- i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; next week to be happier too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2640746575770310672?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2640746575770310672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-day-bad-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2640746575770310672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2640746575770310672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-day-bad-week.html' title='Bad day... Bad week...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3898705636735768857</id><published>2010-04-19T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:50:48.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even my cat is health conscious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461781864171902226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8wlqu6jFRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mKphheaaULY/s320/coopermmmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous cat is a funny little thing. He LOVES Rice Wheels.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get a packet out of the cupboard - he is there with me and he hounds me until I give him one or two!! He loves the cheese ones (that is the only flavour I have tried). He will stick his head in the packet if I don't hand some over to him quickly enough. I think it's hilarious. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8wmO2qpHcI/AAAAAAAAAME/XkJSkEd0b00/s1600/kids_ricewheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461782484727963074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8wmO2qpHcI/AAAAAAAAAME/XkJSkEd0b00/s320/kids_ricewheels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -- I am doing well today - I almost ate all my points. So that is good news. I start my cat sitting tomorrow. I am a little nervous about that but it should be fine. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Not much else happening - apart from a very sore foot - feels like a trapped nerve. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3898705636735768857?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3898705636735768857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-my-cat-is-health-conscious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3898705636735768857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3898705636735768857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-my-cat-is-health-conscious.html' title='Even my cat is health conscious!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8wlqu6jFRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mKphheaaULY/s72-c/coopermmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4495749903160440898</id><published>2010-04-18T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:28:43.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>The Biggest Loser finale was on tonight and I know I don't really like the show, but I was watching the finale to see who won. I had to go out though before it was over, so I was going to watch it tomorrow and see who won. I got home and went to check &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; - and there was the winner written all over people's status updates. I was not impressed. I wanted to find out by watching the show!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really like any of the final four but the person who won was the best of them all I suppose. I certainly hated Wayne and Shannon - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;. They annoyed me no end. Joe annoyed me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8sUaf6GrpI/AAAAAAAAALs/22h_jjU6ksU/s1600/commando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461481418591219346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8sUaf6GrpI/AAAAAAAAALs/22h_jjU6ksU/s320/commando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8sWdbxtltI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P6ORxsCepVM/s1600/5531_1073959568814_1220917463_175037_4602496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483668045141714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8sWdbxtltI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P6ORxsCepVM/s320/5531_1073959568814_1220917463_175037_4602496_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - the commando is quite cute. (Steve) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have done quite well getting my points up these last few days. I have made it to my full points, but I haven't be far off it. (like about 3 points under most times) so that is quite good. I am a little nervous about eating the 3 point yogurt though as it is higher in sugar than I am used to. (I don't have any sugar in my diet usually - it just isn't something I like all that much) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that doesn't affect my weight loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be house/cat sitting for about two weeks starting on Tuesday. It should be interesting. I hope they cats are well behaved and do what I ask them. I am allowed to let them out - I just want them to come back in - that is all I ask!! :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super tired - it is 12.26am - I am naughty. I had a plan that I would be in bed before midnight every night this week - that didn't happen. Just like the water- I didn't drink any yesterday or today. :o( I had better drink some tomorrow!! (I have a bottle sitting beside the bed!! Unopened and dripping onto my book!!) (it was in the fridge and now it's just dripping all on the outside). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4495749903160440898?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4495749903160440898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4495749903160440898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4495749903160440898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S8sUaf6GrpI/AAAAAAAAALs/22h_jjU6ksU/s72-c/commando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2705408600043870450</id><published>2010-04-16T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:55:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl turns 13.</title><content type='html'>My niece turned 13 today. Since she was two her father has been acting like she is a teenager (he's a complete moron) and today she can finally call herself one. We had a mini party and had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; for dinner (which was v yummy).&lt;br /&gt;I was going to add the photo of the cake - but my anti virus kept telling me it was unsafe to upload photos and wouldn't let me do it. :o(&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - the cake - I had a small piece and I didn't really enjoy it. It had some kind of  weird cream on the outside of it. It was chocolate. I was glad when my sister took it home though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny - my sister and niece went into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; shop to get the food and the guy in the shop asked where I was and then he wanted to know if I was back from America. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; My sister said he didn't even say hello to her. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Just "where is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;?" *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired. I can't see straight right now. I need to go to bed. It is midnight!&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my choices tonight though. I doubt I went over my points. We have left over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; food - I am going to freeze it and have it either next week or in a few weeks. :o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 1.2 litres of water today (I drank 2 bottles - both 600&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mls&lt;/span&gt;). I was very happy with that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2705408600043870450?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2705408600043870450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-girl-turns-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2705408600043870450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2705408600043870450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-girl-turns-13.html' title='Little girl turns 13.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3076593574028566040</id><published>2010-04-15T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:03:40.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slowest Loser</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; today and I lost 300 grams. I was ANNOYED - but I made my 5% today, so that made me happier. But I am so sick of these small loses when I have been so on track!!!  UGH. So I talked to my leader and she told me I had to eat more, which I knew. I have just been having issues with what to eat... So she told me to bump up my protein and eat a higher point yogurt and stuff. So, let's see how we go this week! I also have been told that I need to drink at least 1 litre of water a day this week just to start with (I don't really drink water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very frustrating. I have been trying so hard and to lose 500 grams in two weeks is upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sick. I couldn't believe how sick I was. I hadn't eaten in 18 hours (roughly) and when I started to eat - I just felt so ill. I was at my sister's house and I had to come home! :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - let us see how I go this week. I need to plan the whole week out!&lt;br /&gt;I can so do this. I have 8.9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; to go till I get to my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3076593574028566040?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3076593574028566040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/slowest-loser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3076593574028566040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3076593574028566040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/slowest-loser.html' title='The Slowest Loser'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3457490716265576329</id><published>2010-04-14T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:51:28.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the day go?!</title><content type='html'>Today I got up at 6am - I felt horrible though. My throat is scratchy and I feel as though I have a head cold. It is so annoying. I just got well again from my last cold. So at about 10am or so I lay down and fell into a deep sleep until 3.30pm. I was annoyed, but felt a little better. My head is still sore, but I think I feel a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning with my sister. She said she is coming this week.... She could well change her mind by morning though.&lt;br /&gt;She had a linen party the other night and it was quite good. We had a lot of fun and I spent far more than I wanted to. I wasn't going to spend anything.. but their stuff was really nice. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I made chocolate chip muffins and orange and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poppy seed&lt;/span&gt; muffins. The choc chip ones were only 2.5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; (the other ones were 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt;) so I had one of those. :o) It was nice. I didn't eat any of the chocolate biscuits or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabanossi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I was quite pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been drinking water again this week. I am so bad!! I need to start doing that. Ugh. I had a bottle the other day...&lt;br /&gt;I will try harder next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3457490716265576329?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3457490716265576329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-did-day-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3457490716265576329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3457490716265576329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-did-day-go.html' title='Where did the day go?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1849495840352766315</id><published>2010-04-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:15:30.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my head back</title><content type='html'>I have been a bit down the last few days - I think because when I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night I was told that it was indeed a 200 gram loss. It really upset me, which is insane, but I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good with not eating ANY bad food. UGH. Anyway - so I have still been eating well, I just haven't felt happy. Today though I went out for a walk and then I went on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt;, so that made me feel better. :o) I am even drinking a 600ml water right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on my holiday and feeling the best I can by then. :o) That is what I need to keep repeating to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my sister is having a party and I have to go (I was told I HAVE to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) I invited my friend that I am going to America with, so it's all good. I am going over in the morning to help my sister set up for the party. My mum is making her some slices and muffins. Thankfully they are things that I don't like. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I have no interest in blueberry ANYTHING, so I will be safe at the party. (she is just having a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nibbles&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So that should be interesting. I hope it goes well for her. She's been preparing hard. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having trouble eating all my points still. So annoying. I just don't know what else I can eat!! It's very frustrating and I suppose I need to talk to my leader. She knows how weird I am with food, so she could understand. I know I should be eating morning and afternoon tea, but I can seriously think of nothing I want to eat then. I will eat apples, but I don't want anything else. (that I can think of!)&lt;br /&gt;I did get my points up higher yesterday and I think today they'll be a bit better too. It's weird to think that I am not eating enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my childhood - I have been overweight my entire life I think. I don't know. I was very sick as a child with asthma and I was in hospital a LOT. I was in there so much I was always invited to the ward Christmas party, even if I wasn't in hospital at the time. I couldn't run around like a lot of the other kids and a lot of the time my mother had trouble getting me to eat. So as I got older I really disliked a lot of food. Even bread. My dad worked for a bakery for a while and delivered the bread to all the shops.. And the smell of all the bread in that van.. I swear, the thought of it still makes me feel sick. *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;When I was older I never ate breakfast, some times I didn't even eat lunch. So when I joined &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; for the first time - it was very weird trying to eat so much. I know it works though. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer as sick as I was (in 2000 I met a doctor who changed my life by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescribing&lt;/span&gt; a different medication which was  like a miracle to me) and I can do loads more things. I can go weeks without feeling like I need my medication.. so that is a big deal for me (before I had to carry it everywhere I went). I don't really sit back and appreciate how well my breathing is though - I am grateful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back  in my head space I had before. I am going to be a loser! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1849495840352766315?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1849495840352766315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-my-head-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1849495840352766315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1849495840352766315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-my-head-back.html' title='Got my head back'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-658589437435178683</id><published>2010-04-07T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:43:35.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Boring</title><content type='html'>Today I have done nothing except go up to the supermarket to get myself some diet pop. Pop.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. That was what we called it in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I got some apples last night and that made me happy. It is amazing how much life can change without an apple in the house!! I don't know why, but it makes me very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I watched American Idol and I just have to say that I LOVE Crystal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bowersox&lt;/span&gt; and I hope she wins!! She is so different to the rest of the group and I just love her style and her attitude! :o) If she makes an album after Idol I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; buy it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- It is now Thursday and I wrote the above last night. I had to go out and I didn't get back to finish the post.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to WW this morning and I am not sure what happened. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weigher&lt;/span&gt; lady has written a weight that is 500 grams less than last week but she wrote that I lost 200 grams. I didn't notice this at the meeting, otherwise I would have asked her what the real thing was. I am a little annoyed about it actually. She was too busy talking to the woman next to her and another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; member and has obviously stuffed up. If the weight she wrote down is correct, then I have made it to my 5% and I have lost 6.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; all up so far, not 5.8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; which is what she has written. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad I lost such a small amount, but I haven't been eating all my points. Sometimes I find it hard to fit enough food in to get to my points. I have also lost big amounts for the last four weeks - so I knew my body was going to slow down at some stage. I am not used to losing over a kilo a week anyway. (especially when it's 1.3, 1.6, 1.3, 1.4).&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week will be better though. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assuming that the weight the lady wrote down was correct (I am taking my mum to the meeting tonight, so I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to ask them to check my card and tell me what she has written on that) and if that is the case then I have 8.9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; to go until my mini goal. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. That is so within my reach. :o) I am very excited and still motivated to get there!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-658589437435178683?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/658589437435178683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/658589437435178683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/658589437435178683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-boring.html' title='Being Boring'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8287406652532055056</id><published>2010-04-06T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:59:19.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>I met a lady today who spoke to me for about five or ten minutes before she asked me "Have you ever thought about being a counsellor?". I looked at her as though she were crazy and said no. She told me that I should think about it. She said that she felt in her gut that I was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;empath&lt;/span&gt; and she would be comfortable sitting with me and talking about her problems and things. I was quite taken aback. No one has ever said that to me before. But when I think of it - when I used to catch buses a lot of people told me their life stories. My sister, my niece and some of my friends all tell me things - sometimes not even wanting an answer, but just wanting to talk..&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it - the more I thought that maybe I could do that. Maybe I should look into doing a course. I have always had a negative view of counsellors. I don't know why, but I have. But I was thinking (after talking to my mum  -- who I think should quit nursing and become a life coach or a motivational speaker!!) that I could even counsel overweight people (when I have lost my weight it would be brilliant to do that!). I had never even thought of doing anything like that before and I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that a lady I don't even know had such nice things to say about me (she told me that I was a bright and bubbly person and I have a wonderful smile as well. I nearly cried... weird as that is) and has changed the way I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8287406652532055056?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8287406652532055056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/stranger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8287406652532055056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8287406652532055056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2184718606057571832</id><published>2010-04-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:38:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>I went on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit tonight. It said I had lost 4.7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; since I was last on it (March 11) and it was worried about me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Cute. But then it said my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit age was 20!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;. I like that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not coping well with the no daylight saving business. I keep thinking it is really late, but it isn't. Like right now it is 7.27pm and I feel like I should be in bed!! Weird. I am having trouble with my cat too - he thinks I have to get up at 6am... which is now 5am!! UGH. This morning he bugged me so much that I ended up getting up and feeding him. I shouldn't have, but he climbs on me and jumps up onto the top of my bed from my shoulder - and it hurts!! I weighed him on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit and it said that he's lost 0.2. I don't want him losing weight. Recently he was sick with a urinary infection so he is not allowed to eat dry food anymore. He LOVES dry food and so now he's lost a lot of weight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he isn't having it anymore. I don't want him losing any more weight!! I am going to keep an eye on him. My other cat lost 0.2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; too - which isn't bad as she could stand to lose a few kilos. :o) Bless.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit plus and how it lets you weigh your pets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Easter went by without a hitch for me. I didn't have anything bad at all. I am very pleased. I wasn't even tempted, which is also great. :o)&lt;br /&gt;My sister ended up calling me around noon and asked if I wanted to go for a drive with them. I said yes even though I didn't want to. I told her to bring her dog and we could go to the dog beach. She was very excited. We didn't really stay out for long though. But it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I was happy when they dropped me off though - the kids were REALLY loud!! They got two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs each from their dad. I am not sure if my sister gave them any - I forgot to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another quiet day - I started to clean up my room (which has been steadily getting messier since I got home) and then my sister showed up with the kids. That threw me off... but I continued to tidy while they were here. :o) My room is lovely again!! :o) *happy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Now to tackle the rest of the house. (Still have boxes not unpacked from when we moved in - so bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of apples again!! UGH. Annoying. I haven't had any nectarines for a while either. Boo hiss. I miss those so much!! :o( AND the grapes I got have seeds in them. YUCK. I have to get different ones. (I love the crimson ones, but they were around $2 or $3 dearer than the green ones!! Boo hiss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; today - I decided to give myself a break. May sound weird, but I don't want to go too hard too fast and then stop!! That is not my plan! So I felt tired today - so I rested. My lungs are still a bit gross from my chest infection -so there is no need to push it.&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me that she wanted to get me a personal trainer. I don't know about that. I would prefer a backpack for my birthday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Although a PT could be really great. I will have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2184718606057571832?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2184718606057571832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-love-wii-fit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2184718606057571832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2184718606057571832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-love-wii-fit.html' title='Gotta love Wii Fit'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7398515792530000449</id><published>2010-04-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:33:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite pleased</title><content type='html'>I am still going strong and I have done the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; for two days in a row now. I did ten minutes yesterday and I did 11 minutes today. I think by next week I will have it up to 15 minutes a day and then I will go up by five every week. I am very happy with myself. :o) Actually it might be my third day in a row. I can't remember. I write it down so I will have a look later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Easter Saturday. My mum and I went grocery shopping today. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; the amount of people who were out buying Easter eggs and things. WHY ????? Seriously... Why? The eggs have been out since February or something... Why do they wait until the day before Easter to buy them? I am just confused by that.&lt;br /&gt;And I was ready to kick the staff at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woolworths&lt;/span&gt;. There were about six packers in one aisle.. they would tidy the shelves and move onto the next aisle. I know they are doing a job, but seriously - they were all chatting loudly and getting in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; way. There was no real need for them to be all standing on top of each other doing a job that two people could have done!! If they had spread out, they would have done the shelves quicker!! On such a busy day - it just annoyed me that they were in the way! I have worked in a supermarket.. I know it's a job that has to be done, I just didn't think they were going about it the right way!&lt;br /&gt;So I will never go shopping on Easter Saturday again!! It was the only day my mother could do her shopping though as she is working for the next week or so and was out of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my sister is getting her kids back (they have been at their dad's since yesterday) and I doubt I will be bother going over to see them. I suppose we could go to the beach or something.  My sister can take her car (MINE) and take that dog and we can go to the dog beach. That could be fun. I am so not a fan of her dog. I am mean I suppose...But it's weird. I am not a dog fan really - unless it's a boxer. (or a chocolate lab puppy)&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I will spend the day alone (not something I mind at ALL). I guess I will see how I feel. My sister is sick...so I don't want  her reinfecting me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go get myself something for dinner. I am thinking chicken and potato. I have noticed (long ago) that if I have potato I lose more weight. (Rather than eating rice and pasta.. I am not really a big fan of pasta anyway - so that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7398515792530000449?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7398515792530000449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/quite-pleased.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7398515792530000449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7398515792530000449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/04/quite-pleased.html' title='Quite pleased'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8009601242715932014</id><published>2010-03-31T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:39:02.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>I went to WW today. I wasn't going to as I was feeling sick this morning. I wanted to go - badly, but really thought I wouldn't be able to physically get there. But my sister was getting ready and was all excited (I was going to pick her up) so I decided to go. I shocked myself too - I lost 1.4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;! Bringing my total up to 5.6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't expect to lose any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am quite happy now and ready to continue on my way. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister about our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; and her nasty comments directed my way on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; - well, I was worried my sister was going to fly to the state that our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; lives in and bash her up! (I wouldn't have really objected. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) But I told her that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; is not worth it. I am a better person than her -  I don't need to confront her at all. It still makes me mad if I think about it, so I am not thinking about it. I am just leading my life, not hurting anyone else. (although if you listen to my cat crying, you'd think I'd slit his throat!!) (his sister is outside and he wants her back in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my 5kg bookmark at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; and my leader was so happy. I feel happy in her meetings again too -before I felt too much pressure, but now I feel fine. She has known me for a long time and she knows what  I have been through - before that bothered me, but now I am just so focused that it doesn't matter anymore. I really like her - so I am going to stick with her meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday. The meeting today was a bit about Easter and not eating a whole chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; egg. I figure the easiest way not to eat one is - don't buy it! I never get eggs given to me and I don't buy them. I don't like hot cross buns and I don't do anything for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; - as in celebrate it. My mother works and my sister doesn't really care either. So - it's just another weekend for me. I hate it when the leader says stuff like 'are you going to over indulge over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt;?' my sister and I said no, but the leader said "don't just say that in front of me!!" like we were lying. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, my sister could have been lying. She is a hot cross bun crazy fan. She can eat a packet of those in two sittings (maybe one.. not sure). I am thankful that I don't like stuff like that (the smell of them even makes me sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a fair bit better now thankfully. I think I might go out soon and do some time on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt;. :o) I have a schedule to stick to (losing weight schedule). :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8009601242715932014?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8009601242715932014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8009601242715932014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8009601242715932014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3799544060635063542</id><published>2010-03-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:54:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very gross right now. I have been feeling "off" for a few days. I don't know if it is the tail end of my cold/chest infection or if it's a new thing. Yesterday was nasty and I didn't even get on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I went on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; for 9 minutes (my friend arrived a few minutes later for the USA trip planning meeting). I was happy I had done that and had planned to do 10 minutes yesterday but felt far too sick. Maybe today I will feel OK. We'll see how I go after breakfast. I barely slept last night - so that isn't going to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing --- when I feel ill, I just want to eat nasty food. I wanted stuff from the fish &amp;amp; chip shop. Why on earth do I want bad food when I am sick? I hate that. It bugs me. I ended up making some home made chips - cooked in a little bit of oil (enough oil to be bad... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) but that is what I had for dinner. Chips and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;breadroll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am starving now!! But it filled me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my trip to the USA has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;replanned&lt;/span&gt;. We cut out Seattle and Vancouver and we added Quebec and Montreal. I am very excited about this as last time I was in the States (oh the time before actually) I was going to take my niece on a tour of Montreal/Quebec, but the tour was cancelled due to a lack of interest! I was very sad and we were given a different tour instead. We ended up in Alexandria Bay (on a boat tour of the 1000 Islands - which we LOVED) and then we went to Niagara Falls - where we went on the Maid of the Mist and we LOVED that and then we went to Toronto. While it was all a lot of fun, I was still very sad we didn't get to go to Montreal/Quebec. So I am very excited about going this time. I might even buy a new memory card for my camera to celebrate!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am going to make a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; for the car. The ones I have in there are boring me and I need something new to keep me awake this morning. (seeing as how I had about 4 hours sleep!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3799544060635063542?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3799544060635063542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/oooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3799544060635063542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3799544060635063542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/oooh.html' title='oooh'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-334599942259694023</id><published>2010-03-28T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:04:00.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just something quick</title><content type='html'>yesterday when I was feeling really bad I decided to go out and do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt;. I did 2.3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; in 8 minutes. I plan on doing 10 minutes today (my legs don't hurt!!!) So I am quite pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;" (my mother's cow of a sister) was really rude about me (not TO me) on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. She said some really nasty things that she has no business saying (as she has no idea what she is talking about) and I wanted to write back to her and tell her what I think of her, but I took a breath and just deleted her! I also deleted my cousins (her kids) and I feel a lot better for it. I still want to give her a piece of my mind, but I am not going to bother. She is not that important to me to waste my time! I haven't liked her most of my life - I am not going to lose sleep over her now. I just couldn't believe her status was so full of MALICE when I had not done one thing to her - I haven't even spoken to her since.... 2008 or something!! We weren't even on bad terms. I don't understand it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I have to have lunch. It is 3.03pm and I am starving. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Having a meeting tonight about the trip to America!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-334599942259694023?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/334599942259694023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-something-quick.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/334599942259694023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/334599942259694023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-something-quick.html' title='just something quick'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4641941216812838292</id><published>2010-03-27T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:19:45.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hot one!!</title><content type='html'>Today is hotter than yesterday I think. UGH. And I am feeling miserable right now. My back is really hurting and it is making my breathing hard! I hate this. I have a sore back half the time - (I have back issues) and I try to do things and I get punished for it. It is annoying!!! I never used to be like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I always feel inspired to write on my blog - but when I get to it... I cannot think of anything to say. That is very unlike me as I love to journal.. But I realised that when I journal it is normally negative stuff about my sister and all the crap she is putting us through. BUT she hasn't done that in a while,  so I haven't be using my journal. I suppose that is a good thing. I like that my sister is not being an idiot. I am seeing signs lately though of my old sister, and I am hoping she doesn't come back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid mobile phone changed today!!! It decided that daylight saving time was up and put the clock back. Daylight savings doesn't end till this weekend coming!! So I was almost an hour late doing everything today until I saw the time on my computer!! I hate not being able to change the time myself. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I am whiny today. (I can smell bushfire smoke!! ICK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is coming over tomorrow night to sort out some of the travel plans. I had trouble getting a hold of her!! I will show her what I have already and we'll go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; is going well. I am happy with my eating. I haven't been on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crosstrainer&lt;/span&gt; today &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my back hurts, but I will do that tomorrow. :o) I used to be able to 30 minutes on it and then 30 minutes on the treadmill.  I don't have my treadmill set up (I hate it - it's an old one that isn't even motorised). I might get a new one one day - if I found room to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unpacked my suitcase today - yes I have been home for four weeks  and I had only unpacked one suitcase.. now they are both unpacked.. Anyway - so my cat (the one in my profile photo) came flying into my room and jumped into the suitcase and found the two Christmas Stockings of toys that I bought him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; it was so funny!! He was trying to get into them. I had given him a few toys out of both stockings, but I didn't want him to have them all at once. I let him have two more of the toys and he was happy. Then he sat in the lid of the suitcase to watch me unpack. :o) He's too cute. He certainly is a great source of entertainment on a daily basis. He makes me laugh like no other cat ever has!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing - I have always hated Australian Idol. Can't stand the show (or the idiots who present it) and so I haven't watched the American one either. So I go to the USA for three months and my friend....MADE me watch American Idol from the beginning and then I left before it was over....and I was damn well hooked on the stupid show!! Thankfully they have the show playing here too!!!! So I have been still able to watch it! I am quite pleased that my favourite people are still in it (I love Casey, Didi, Crystal and think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Siobhan&lt;/span&gt; is good too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4641941216812838292?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4641941216812838292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-hot-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4641941216812838292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4641941216812838292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-hot-one.html' title='Another hot one!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8364903758069009897</id><published>2010-03-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:56:27.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't is Autumn??!</title><content type='html'>It is so hot today. It's over 30 degrees (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;) and I don't like it!! I want it to be cold!! *big sigh* It is a good day for washing clothes, so that is what I have been doing all day. My shoulders are  very sore (I have been folding the sheets and quilt covers at the line and my shoulders aren't used to that. Spend three months in America and you don't have to hang things on the line - you get a little lazy me thinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so I went to WW the other day and I lost 1.3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;. That brings me to 4.2kg all up so far! V excited as I am very on track for my September goal. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously happy with myself. I am excited about getting down to a healthier weight and being fit and running around America and having loads of fun!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;Next year I am taking my nephew to America - I want to be at goal by then !!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be brilliant!! :o) I am looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel better. I still have a cough, but I think it's slowly going away! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning my holiday. I have been a little annoyed as the friend I am going with seems to want me to plan it all. I can understand that she thinks I know more than her as I have  been overseas quite a few times - and she hasn't ever been. But a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;input&lt;/span&gt; would be lovely!! I am going to make her come over for an entire day and plan it out with me. I don't think she understands how much work it takes to plan a big trip like we are going on!! It took me months to plan the last one last year (when I took my niece) and that was only 3 weeks. This trip is 4 weeks - so I have more to plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about starting some walking this week. I want to start walking daily. I went on the cross trainer quite a few times but god, the pain in my thighs!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I had to have a day off in between. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. That is just stupid. I need to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the washing machine is finished. Another load to hang out (towels this time!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8364903758069009897?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8364903758069009897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/isnt-is-autumn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8364903758069009897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8364903758069009897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/isnt-is-autumn.html' title='Isn&apos;t is Autumn??!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1961539793339449579</id><published>2010-03-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:46:29.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still feeling yuck!</title><content type='html'>but I am still going strong. :o) I am doing well with my eating - although I probably should be eating more than I am. But at least I am eating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news - the nectarines I bought are disgusting. I was so upset. I have been eating the yellow ones and then I saw the white ones on special and I got really excited. They are just horrible!! I am going to go buy more yellow ones. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise things are well. My father is coming over on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; to see me for the first time since I got home. So that should be interesting. I bet he'll be shocked to learn I am going back over in September. :o) I bought him three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tshirts&lt;/span&gt; - I hope he'll like them. I doubt he will have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; present for me!! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Easter Show is on in Sydney soon. My sister is talking about taking the kids down for the day. I wasn't invited, but I might tag along. I have never been to it, so it could be fun. :o)&lt;br /&gt;It would be good to take photos there. (that is mainly what I think of when something is happening -- "can i take photos?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - not much been happening as I have been sick. Weighing in again tomorrow morning.. I will go to tomorrow night's meeting though. (busy in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1961539793339449579?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1961539793339449579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-feeling-yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1961539793339449579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1961539793339449579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-feeling-yuck.html' title='Still feeling yuck!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8649062581567273432</id><published>2010-03-18T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:52:03.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get a what what?!</title><content type='html'>Went to WW this morning and lost 1.6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;. (2.9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; in two weeks) I am on FIRE. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick these last two days or so but I have still be trying to be healthy. It helps that I have so much fruit around me. I love it. This week I am going to continue as I have been (without the extras... like the celebration cupcake and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; etc). So I am quite pleased with myself. My sister came today and she put on around 1.4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; since we started. That was the first week she weighed in... Mum asked her why she put on and she was going to make excuses and then mum said "you haven't been sticking to it?" and my sister agreed that she hadn't. I was surprised as I thought she would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am pleased with myself and am on my way to losing 15kg (minimum) by September!! :o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. (only 12.1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; to go!!)&lt;br /&gt;I have to go lie down now. My head is hurting too much to stay up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;loser girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8649062581567273432?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8649062581567273432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-get-what-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8649062581567273432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8649062581567273432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-get-what-what.html' title='Can I get a what what?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8142806360254143623</id><published>2010-03-17T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T04:38:31.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ow. my ears!</title><content type='html'>I gave my sister my car yesterday... She gave me her cold! NICE. That is not a fair swap I don't think!! My face is hurting like anything and I just want to sleep all day! Food is tasting very weird to me. I had ham tonight and it tasted so weird. I couldn't finish my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nectarine&lt;/span&gt; this morning because of the taste. I love nectarines so that really upset me. (I had it later!!)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I feel better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was so happy with the car. :o) She had a little party. She bought chocolate cupcakes and chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. I had both. Well, I had some ice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt; in a bowl and I decided to eat the cupcake first.... I had about three bites and thought it was FAR &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; sweet so I gave my sister over half of it!! I then struggled through the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;! I was shocked!! I had been eating chocolate almost daily in the U.S and then I couldn't even get through one cupcake and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; without wanting to throw up?! Oh that was so weird. But I was happy with my reaction. It made me see that I don't like that stuff at all and don't need it. I am more savory than sweet anyway - I always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cats and I spent half the day in bed. It was nice. My girl cat was up near my head and the boy cat was at my feet. I felt very special that they both decided to sleep in my bed (the girl cat rarely comes into my bed when I am in it!! So it was a lovely treat!)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they both knew how sick I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called today (the one I am going overseas with) and she was saying how excited she is about the trip. She mentioned the road trip we are taking with my other friend (who lives in America) and so I wrote to her and told her how excited we both are. We are going to go to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; fair!!! I am very excited about this. Last time I did the holiday with my niece my friend took us to see the Amish people, and now we are going to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; fair... How &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coooooool&lt;/span&gt; is that????! Well, I think it will be cool!!! :o) I can't wait. I want to go tomorrow. But I must wait until September. *big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Love Happens" tonight - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aniston&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eckhart&lt;/span&gt;... Wow, it was sad. It was a good movie. I liked it. I bought it in the USA when it was first released (I hadn't seen it but I normally like Jen's movies.. Except "the good girl" - i thought that was weird). Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW tomorrow. Don't know how I will go. I haven't been that good this week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I have been sick. UGH. I will start again tomorrow. (I haven't been that bad... I am mainly making good choices).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8142806360254143623?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8142806360254143623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/ow-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8142806360254143623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8142806360254143623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/ow-my-ears.html' title='ow. my ears!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-9082635983757162347</id><published>2010-03-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:10:59.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starving..</title><content type='html'>It's 7.06am and I really should go eat breakfast. But I am here, looking at stuff online. Crazy. Today I am giving my car away!!! :o( I am very sad about it to be truthful. I am only giving it to my sister, but she has a really bad track record with cars (like slamming them into a pole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she is mucking around with her phone...) and I am worried for my car. But I have told her she can have it (as long as she pays for everything) and that's that. I am sad about her having my car stereo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; that was a birthday present... I want to take it out but I don't have a car to put it in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am using my mother's car right now. I will buy a new one toward the end of the year, when I get back from America!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hungry. I need to go have breakfast (i normally have it much later...)&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-9082635983757162347?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/9082635983757162347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/starving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/9082635983757162347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/9082635983757162347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/starving.html' title='Starving..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1265271148484767870</id><published>2010-03-13T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:32:32.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still going..</title><content type='html'>I am still finding it quite easy to be healthy. I think I just had too much junk in America and it turned me off it for quite a while. A good thing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been busily planning the next trip to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;. It's coming along nicely. I am keeping costs down so far. Of course I haven't looked into NYC accommodation as yet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is talking about going to the UK in May. I am not sure if she will go as the airfare is just out of control stupid.... But she may and if she does.... I am going with her! It would be good if we did. :o) Four weeks in the UK - who would say no to that?!! Two weeks in Scotland - dream. (that is where my mum was born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - things are going well. Not much to report though.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1265271148484767870?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1265271148484767870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1265271148484767870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1265271148484767870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-going.html' title='still going..'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-345756217997172093</id><published>2010-03-12T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:22:21.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest loser... more like biggest fake</title><content type='html'>I have been told by a few people that the biggest loser is not all it seems to be. I know it seemed to be a little crazy when a guy can lose 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; (or was it 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;) in one week....&lt;br /&gt;Turns out - they do not weigh in every week at all!! There is a lady in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; meeting who is best friends with a woman who was on it last year. And she spilled the dirt. Plus our leader has worked in TV and she told us a heap of stories about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and film making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of annoyed at The Biggest Loser for making it seem as though they are weighing in weekly. Our leader was also annoyed with them as they can make people feel bad and make you think you aren't doing enough at all. Stupid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt today. I hurt bad. All because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit plus. *sigh* So sad. I told my friend today that my arms were really sore and she said to me "have you been playing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;?" funny, she knows me well.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go make dinner. I am making fish with some stir-fried vegetables. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-345756217997172093?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/345756217997172093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/biggest-loser-more-like-biggest-fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/345756217997172093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/345756217997172093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/biggest-loser-more-like-biggest-fake.html' title='The biggest loser... more like biggest fake'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5551713751213300832</id><published>2010-03-11T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:15:53.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!</title><content type='html'>I went to WW last night and I lost 1.3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;. I was a little disappointed - which is just insane!!! But I am happy with that! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided my leader is weird.. She reminds us of John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cleese&lt;/span&gt; (in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fawlty&lt;/span&gt; Towers)... she moves like him and it's bizarre to watch. I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fawlty&lt;/span&gt; Towers, but for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; leader... it's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5551713751213300832?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5551713751213300832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/yipee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5551713751213300832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5551713751213300832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/yipee.html' title='Yipee!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3950985347075616961</id><published>2010-03-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:43:41.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5f2J3x-WZI/AAAAAAAAALk/XceygmzQkDg/s1600-h/savannahga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447092923780716946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5f2J3x-WZI/AAAAAAAAALk/XceygmzQkDg/s320/savannahga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick post before I go play on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend in America sent me a link of these houses you can stay in while in Savannah. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. They are just BEAUTIFUL. Right in the downtown, historic area! Plantation houses and other houses that are just brilliant. We have decided we'll stay in one of those instead of a hotel. It's going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!! I will be busting to get to Savannah - it's the last place on our trip! What a way to end the trip though. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WW tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. My mother is coming tonight (so is my sister and maybe my niece &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; her arm is still in a cast and she can't go to soccer practice) so that should be good fun. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going now - on my happy high with thoughts of Savannah in my head!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3950985347075616961?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3950985347075616961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/savannah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3950985347075616961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3950985347075616961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/savannah.html' title='Savannah'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5f2J3x-WZI/AAAAAAAAALk/XceygmzQkDg/s72-c/savannahga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5764704605000827955</id><published>2010-03-10T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:10:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets booked!</title><content type='html'>I am very excited that the tickets for the flight to LA are booked!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait. This gives me even more motivation to work my butt off to lose some weight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to WW tomorrow night and I am looking forward to it. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit told me I had put on 0.3kg in two days - but I ignore that.  It's usually wrong anyway! I used the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit Plus today for the first time. It is v cool. I love it. I  like the new games too. I did about 34 minutes -which is good considering it's been a long time since I used it. It keeps asking for new batteries for the balance board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had take out since I got home .. Oh i had it on the night I got home, but since then I haven't had it and I have had no desire to have it. I even don't feel the craving for sugar I had there for a while. :o) That makes me happy. I do crave nectarines. I must buy some more tomorrow - I ran out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5764704605000827955?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5764704605000827955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/tickets-booked.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5764704605000827955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5764704605000827955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/tickets-booked.html' title='Tickets booked!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3511993653748266586</id><published>2010-03-07T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:57:03.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will I ever feel normal again?!</title><content type='html'>I am so tired.It is 10.20am and I am ready for bed. UGH. Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost talked into buying McDonald's for breakfast this morning. But I really didn't want that so I came home for breakfast. That was good. I enjoyed my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is coming over today and we are going to discuss our trip to America that we are planning. We are going in September. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so today we are going to discuss the holiday. Funny - I have planned half of the trip with my friend in America - we have decided to take two weeks to do a road trip! (She asked how long we were staying at her house. I said maybe three days and she was upset and said "Is that all?" then she convinced me to stay two weeks!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) We'll go to Montgomery, Alabama (over night) and then to New Orleans for three nights. Then to Panama City in Florida, then Savannah, Georgia then Charleston, South Carolina and then back to her place in North Carolina! It's going to be brilliant. I hope my Aussie friend goes for it!! That will mean we only have two weeks to do the west coast and NYC. But that should be fine (and Vancouver). My niece and I did loads more in only three weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too excited. Once I start talking about it, I have trouble stopping. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I got up at 6am this morning and did some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I think I did 18 minutes. I can't remember. It seems so long ago! I felt good to be back on it - but I feel way out of shape. I only had three months away - and I was more physical over there than I am here (looking after a baby/toddler and picking him up all the time and running up and down the stairs!!) so I shouldn't be that out of shape. But I feel like I am. Hence, the reason I need to get moving so I can feel great on the next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out the back earlier and my cat was lying on her back with her front legs over her head so she was fully stretched out with the sun on her belly. It is so cute to see her doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3511993653748266586?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3511993653748266586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-i-ever-feel-normal-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3511993653748266586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3511993653748266586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-i-ever-feel-normal-again.html' title='will I ever feel normal again?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1865581082194356271</id><published>2010-03-06T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:45:40.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say</title><content type='html'>but I felt like writing. And it's my blog, so I figure - why not! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I am still tired!! Last night I was so bad I wasn't sure if I should be driving! Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is much better - there is a breeze blowing and it's nice. I still miss the American winter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and I have meals all planned out today. Bad though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I only worked it out to be 17 points. I am supposed to have a lot more than that!! I will try harder tomorrow to get all my points in. I find it hard, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I feel like I am eating a lot of food already and I don't really like to snack.. I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave me a dance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; game for Christmas (that I just got this week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't here for Christmas) and I am going to try that out after lunch!! I am excited about it. I saw a million ads for it in America, and I wanted it so bad!! And I have to try out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit plus too. I haven't had a chance to use that either. (another game I got for Christmas). I am excited to get back on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit. I have missed it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone out to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cross trainer&lt;/span&gt; yet. I will do that soon. I want to vacuum first though. I danced a lot yesterday. I just love my new speakers still!! They rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better go get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1865581082194356271?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1865581082194356271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1865581082194356271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1865581082194356271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-7823318075078466400</id><published>2010-03-06T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:57:29.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Speakers</title><content type='html'>Today I got new speakers for my computer. I just LOVE them so much. They make me want to dance when I hear music pumping out of them!! Seriously. Right now I want to get up and dance, but I am writing, so I have to do it in my seat. That is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day two of my new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; life.. I am doing well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; I had red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;velvet&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes - but only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they were my American treat to my family. We all loved them and they are gone - so I can move on with my life. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I seriously love red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. I curse the girl who introduced me to them at Christmas (09). They are the work of the devil. And I love them. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wanting to get over my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jet lag&lt;/span&gt; though. It's annoying!!! I feel tired half the time. The humidity is really bugging me too - I am not used to this weather anymore. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I grow up in Australia and I spend three months away and suddenly I can't handle the weather anymore?! That is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cross trainer&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!! I am looking forward to that!! I want to work it into every day! I am going to play pumping music on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and I am going to enjoy it!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;I used to do it all the time and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have made very smart choices with food. I have been enjoying eating fruit again too. I don't think I have scurvy any more. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... (I'm going now to dance to Colour of Love by Amber!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-7823318075078466400?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/7823318075078466400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-speakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7823318075078466400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/7823318075078466400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-speakers.html' title='New Speakers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6896268718732497707</id><published>2010-03-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:26:00.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5AJFmOwXaI/AAAAAAAAALc/eqFD80iSm-Y/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-offers-to-help-sad-friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444861941257362850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5AJFmOwXaI/AAAAAAAAALc/eqFD80iSm-Y/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-offers-to-help-sad-friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my niece called last night asking when I was coming over to her house. I had no idea what she was talking about as she was supposed to be busy and so was my sister. So I found out that my sister was not busy anymore so we decided that they would come to ww with me. I went to pick them up and we headed to the meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an afternoon meeting and I had never met the leader before. She is quite different but I found her a little refreshing. She explained things a lot different that any other leader I have had and her meeting was so much different. I found a real excitement in me that I haven't felt in years!!! I am ready to do this! :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home and cooked dinner. I didn't end up eating until about 9pm. I didn't realise it was so late! I was so tired. Jet lag has been kicking me in the butt!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy though that the thought of eating out or junk food right now - it just doesn't appeal to me. I am sick of being bad and I think my body was crying out for nutrients! I had about two apples, maybe only one, when I was away!! That is horrific. I used to eat three apples a day!! I probably have scurvy! (not really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - I am excited and ready to go. I can't wait for next week's meeting and weigh in!! :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6896268718732497707?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6896268718732497707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6896268718732497707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6896268718732497707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/S5AJFmOwXaI/AAAAAAAAALc/eqFD80iSm-Y/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-offers-to-help-sad-friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6085112916670599196</id><published>2010-03-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:37:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again</title><content type='html'>it took forever to get back. I got to Charlotte airport at about 10am on Feb 28 and I finally arrived in Sydney at 8.30am on March 2. The flight from Charlotte to New York was fine. The flight from New York to LA was surprisingly good. (normally I hate that flight) And then I got on the plane from LA to Sydney... Firstly I was supposed to have three seats to myself (I had booked it at the last minute to have the three seats) but some girl was in the window seat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;. and then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;turbulence&lt;/span&gt; was just shocking - especially near Fiji!! WOW. I felt really really sick when we were dealing with that. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; sign was turned off about two times in the whole 14 hours! I couldn't really sleep - and I had trouble watching the movies &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was feeling sick from the "rough air" (as they call it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very glad to touch down!!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake until later in the night and I have been sleeping really well. I am surprised. I have been tired in the day, but I am trying not to nap at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; today - at 5pm. I am not sure if I will be going. I suppose  I could go alone. My mum and sister were going to come with me, but my sister needs to be with her kid and my mum is working night shift and is sleepy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I think I will go alone!!! They can both start next week. :o)&lt;br /&gt;(they are going to follow it this week - but they can go to the meeting next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to it!!&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6085112916670599196?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6085112916670599196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-again-home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6085112916670599196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6085112916670599196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home again, home again'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3784942373218494137</id><published>2010-02-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:52:30.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three more days</title><content type='html'>until I leave the USA. It's going to be quite sad. I have already been asked to come back, so that is good. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm leaving my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been good with WW. I haven't been to any meetings. I went to Savannah last weekend and had a brilliant time. I didn't eat well while I was there either. I loved Savannah though. Seriously. It's a gorgeous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan on getting straight on track when I get home though. I am going to try to start as I mean to go on. I will get in on Tuesday, so I will go to WW on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and sign up for the unlimited plan again and I will go from there. I want to lose a lot so that when I come back to the States in September, I will feel fitter and while i am travelling around I won't be too tired. :o)&lt;br /&gt;That is the plan. I just need to stick to it. I know I can do it, I've done it before. So one week today - I will be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; at home. (that is very hard to wrap my head around!!)&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to that! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - i will probably write again when I am home. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3784942373218494137?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3784942373218494137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-more-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3784942373218494137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3784942373218494137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-more-days.html' title='Three more days'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4388779531217978350</id><published>2010-02-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:34:31.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Here it is already February and it is almost time for me to go home. It's a bittersweet feeling. I am excited to go home and give out gifts, but i am still feeling like I live here now and it's my home. It's very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww'er&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't been to a meeting in forever. I couldn't be bothered in the end. I kept forgetting about it and then I was eating badly. I have had a bad time of it with the eating. When I get home I hope to be a lot better!! I want to get on track and really get into it! That is my plan anyway. I am missing my own home cooking. I do enjoy what I get here, but it's different to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed again last night. It is all sparkly today with the sun on it. I love that. I am ready for it to melt though. I don't want the roads to be gross again like the week before last. It was hard to go anywhere. That is not fun. They aren't good at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; the snow here in the south. They don't have the equipment that is needed to keep things running smoothly!&lt;br /&gt;It can be frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4388779531217978350?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4388779531217978350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4388779531217978350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4388779531217978350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5993168125286737382</id><published>2009-12-31T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:46:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>and so 2009 draws to a close (it is only 2.17pm we still have a while, but it is now new years day at home. midnight happened at 8am our time here)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bad day, i don't know why - i just feel miserable and cranky. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to go to WW today. Can you believe it? I thought today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt;. oh well, next week. I will try really hard this week to get a good loss next week. I probably put on this week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i was a bit bad some days. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I guess - with the food. I think I had too much mac &amp;amp; cheese. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; though, it was fun, even though i felt sick. I had to go back to sleep during the day as i was so tired. (we had about three hours sleep) For Christmas dinner people came over - they were loud!! I don't think I expected it. They seem like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; people. I think that some of them didn't like me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was too quiet. But oh well, that doesn't bother me what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of the day on the 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;" - the third twilight book. My friend got it for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and said I could borrow it. I finished it today. I am going to buy "breaking dawn" this afternoon. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. I have it at home, but I haven't read it. the library doesn't have it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ordered the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; books. I can't wait to get them. Apparently they are great. I got a bundle of 8 books for $32 - no postage charge. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. at home I looked and they were over $64 !! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. they are going to go against me with their weight on the trip home, but it should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop buying things. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - we've been watching a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; of late. We saw "Twilight" again - we mocked it senseless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, then we saw "night at the museum 2" which was good and we saw "Paranormal Activity" which was creepy at times. We watched most of "Practical Magic" on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; last night. I love that movie. :o)&lt;br /&gt;We were going to see "New Moon" again but it isn't playing this weekend. Boo hiss. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;Until next year&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5993168125286737382?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5993168125286737382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5993168125286737382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5993168125286737382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2371829680722798609</id><published>2009-12-23T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:47:18.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo hoo</title><content type='html'>I lost 3.6lbs!! It sounds like a helluva lot, but it's only like 1.3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; or something. BUT that is a big thing as I thought I was going to put on. I had dinner out last night (at Steak n Shake - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;, I had diet coke, but I also had three chicken fingers and fries) and I just felt bad about somethings I had eaten over the week. Including cookies!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (home made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even drove to the meeting. I was quite pleased with that. I did really well. I even stopped and got gas!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. I am very proud of myself. I wasn't going to drive tonight, but in the end my friend was going out with her husband and the kids to do grocery shopping, so I had to it. And it was just fine!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the opposite side is really odd though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starving now and i have to find something to eat. With the rest of the family out I am not sure what to have. I ran out of frozen meals. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. They were a lifesaver. :o) I really enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I am quite pleased with myself tonight. *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2371829680722798609?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2371829680722798609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2371829680722798609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2371829680722798609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoo-hoo.html' title='whoo hoo'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6105125401373679857</id><published>2009-12-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:48:56.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sick</title><content type='html'>I have to go to WW tonight - I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a postcard from my leader and she said that the hall is closed tomorrow. Bummer. It is only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt; eve tomorrow - not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt; day. Gosh. Anyway - so now I have to go to the night meeting. I am not pleased as I know I will weigh more. UGH. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt; - I am going to the night one again next week - so it will all work out. In actual fact, I may even end up sticking to the night one. In a way I kind of like the idea of getting out of the house in the evening. As long as it isn't snowing, I will be cool with that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cough still, my throat is all better. I hate this cough. It isn't that bad, but it really catches my breath at times. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am all ready for Christmas. Presents wrapped and waiting. I haven't wrapped any that I am taking home - I will do that when I get some Christmas wrapping paper at the store when the sales are on!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner will be interesting as there will be 6 people coming that I don't know. It should be good - but I have heard stories about these people and it's weird to finally get to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't make me talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of my accent. The people  at WW do that. It is weird. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, so it's an Australian accent, move on. I don't make all of you talk more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you have a weird Southern accent! Do I? No. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6105125401373679857?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6105125401373679857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6105125401373679857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6105125401373679857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-sick.html' title='Still sick'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-752895136811560798</id><published>2009-12-18T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:10:15.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SywnsuslrUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JiYELWJpouI/s1600-h/no+flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416748101222640962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SywnsuslrUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JiYELWJpouI/s320/no+flash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a very sore throat today. It is not nice. BUT then it snowed and it made my day so much better. It is so pretty. It is still snowing and I can hear it on my window. *sigh* loving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;. It is hard when I am sick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I want stuff. Not that there is stuff here to have, but what I would give for some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-752895136811560798?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/752895136811560798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/752895136811560798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/752895136811560798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SywnsuslrUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JiYELWJpouI/s72-c/no+flash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8243812154604699178</id><published>2009-12-17T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:50:22.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting again</title><content type='html'>I was rudely awoken this morning by my ipod hitting my face. I thought I was bleeding (it hit my mouth) - but it was ok. I must have had the ipod on top of me (I had been surfing the internet earlier so I must have fallen asleep) and it hit me hard when I moved. Nasty thing.&lt;br /&gt;So it was about 7am and I didn't feel like getting up and going to WW. I then said to myself that I really needed to go. So I got up and got ready. I looked in my purse to see how much money I had and realised that I didn't have enough, so I went to get my other purse (coin purse) out to get the money I had in it. I couldn't find the coin purse. I remember putting it into my suitcase.. but I couldn't find it anywhere. I searched and searched. I went to ask if anyone had seen it - nope. BUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;It had over $100 in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to WW anyway and the leader saw me and asked if I was joining and I said yes. She came over and gave me a MASSIVE hug!! I am not a hugger, so this was quite weird for me. LOL seeing as how this was the first time I had spoken to her. So then I told her I was from Australia.. well, oh my... she was so excited. It was quite amusing. Then she introduced me to another lady "Emily is from Australia" and then I was talking about something and the lady said "Oh listen to her." to the leader. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;During the meeting the leader told everyone I was going to get the award for travelling the furthest to come to their meeting and then she told them all where I am from. There was a gasp and everyone was straining to look at me. LOL. She then asked me a question and I was answering her and she said to everyone "Isn't she cute?". LOL I am quite a novelty. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a small-ish town and not many Aussie's come through this way. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I went to the store and stocked up on frozen meals. That will help with lunch some days. I have been wanting take-away for lunch. So that will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger though than I have in days regarding bad food and stuff. I want to lose next week. I'd like that a lot!! I want to be a loser. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8243812154604699178?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8243812154604699178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8243812154604699178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8243812154604699178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-again.html' title='Starting again'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4990803092724959237</id><published>2009-12-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:00:55.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW in the usa</title><content type='html'>I went to WW the other day here in the USA. I was shocked and stunned by the amount of things to buy there that we just don't have in Australia!! I wanted to buy everything!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the meeting - which sucked. I thought it started at 9.30am - which it did... but the weigh in was at 8.45am! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;. Next week I will be earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the  USA. I have been less than good in the eating department, but I am still finding my feet. I find it harder  to say no here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's like "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on holiday, i can have that" which is bad. But Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having fun though. It is cold, but not half as cold as I expected. Which makes me a little sad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; odd, i know. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend that I am staying with has so many fat free things in the house. Fat free/sugar free. It is amazes me.. Spray margarine. I'd never heard of that!! (until I was in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this week at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; i will put on if I don't get myself in gear. We are going to the movies today to see "new moon"  ---- so maybe I will say that i can be 'naughty' today - but tomorrow i have to pull my head in. I might even go for a walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4990803092724959237?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4990803092724959237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/ww-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4990803092724959237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4990803092724959237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/12/ww-in-usa.html' title='WW in the usa'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4233461881993753751</id><published>2009-11-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:34:34.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks and 1 day</title><content type='html'>until I fly out to America!! I have to get THREE planes to my destination, but that should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I will have to make sure my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; is loaded with great songs and is full of battery!! I liked the Amtrak train &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you could plug your things in there - so I could charge my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. I know on the flight with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VAustralia&lt;/span&gt; you could do that too. I hope this plane will allow it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am very excited and of course I wanted to celebrate.. So I had chicken and chips for lunch and of course I feel sick now. Oh well. :o( I am going to be good from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I was going to write - so I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4233461881993753751?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4233461881993753751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-weeks-and-1-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4233461881993753751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4233461881993753751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-weeks-and-1-day.html' title='4 weeks and 1 day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-864511552016501867</id><published>2009-10-31T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:05:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three hours sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/Suyxr_OOE9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jjXjskfXxAQ/s1600-h/Img_4772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398885422573949906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/Suyxr_OOE9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jjXjskfXxAQ/s320/Img_4772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my eyeballs are hanging out. I have to stay awake to take my new nephew to the vet to have his free check up. That's him up there. My sister told us that he not a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; spaniel x poodle. He's a king &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;charles&lt;/span&gt; spaniel x poodle. She saw his paperwork and realised her mistake. oh my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's cute enough though - I think he's 7 weeks. He loves that dog and drags it around the house with him. Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - at the moment I am flying to America on the 3rd December. That gives me a month to get fit! I will start that tomorrow. And I will. I know that sounds like just something people say (starting things tomorrow) but I need to sleep and then I can start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. As Australian's we don't really celebrate - but there were quite a few kids out last night trick or treating - including my niece and nephew and my nephew's friends. They had a good time. Actually my niece got all dressed up as a ghost and walked a little way up the street before running back and getting into the car with me so we could go pick up my mother for the party. (she was at work) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; normally we listen to music while we're driving but we just talked the whole way about our adventures to America. And then I told her that I was going back in December. The look on her face was that of horror. The poor kid. She is going to miss me so much. I was trying to make her feel better later and I asked her what she'd like for Christmas and she said "A plane ticket to America". :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - had a few treats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; in the way of candy. I didn't really have that much but I had more than I had intended to (I hadn't intended to have any, actually the thought didn't cross my mind until a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cauldron&lt;/span&gt; of candy was placed in front of me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun night though. The kids had a lot of fun, which is great. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew dressed up as a nun. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FUNNNNY&lt;/span&gt;. My sister was going to dress up as the nun and then thought at the last moment not to do it. So my nephew was all excited and asked to dress up as the nun. He even wore rosary beads. He looked like a little girl. Funny stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back on track today - I need to find my tracker to start tracking. I already found a meeting in the USA I can go to. I am excited. And it is only $11 a meeting! WOW that is cheap (here it is about $16.95). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-864511552016501867?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/864511552016501867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-hours-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/864511552016501867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/864511552016501867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-hours-sleep.html' title='Three hours sleep...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/Suyxr_OOE9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jjXjskfXxAQ/s72-c/Img_4772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-3856957647492567600</id><published>2009-10-30T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:38:59.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weighed in</title><content type='html'>and lost 0.2 - (200 grams) which is quite disgusting for two weeks. But hey, it was a loss and I am not going to complain about that. I have now lost 5.9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;. I am getting back to tracking now and I am focusing on losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to my friend in America and it is all set to go. I have no idea what date I am leaving (her husband is now looking at flights - he just sent me a message to ask which airport is closest to me). So - we went through all the details about everything. We even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organised&lt;/span&gt; a girls weekend in Savannah!! I can' t wait. :o) I wonder if it snows there. I will have to google that. I seriously want to go to NYC before Christmas to see how it's decorated (coming from a land down under - Christmas is completely different for me.. it's a hot and gross time of year and I have come to really dislike Christmas) and I want to see it with snow! I hope it'll snow there when I go. I might talk my friend into doing a girls weekend there too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited but quite nervous. It's such a big deal for me. And I know it is going to be brilliant as my friend over there is into weight loss as well. So we can help each other stick to it. :o) Her husband is great too - so it's gonna be so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a bit surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan this week is to: Start tracking again!!&lt;br /&gt;Start walking!! I need to get a bit fitter (I have a month) so I can keep up with everyone. I want to get the garage under control so I can fit my car in it. It's unregistered and I don't want to re-register it till I get back. So - I want to at least unpack 10 boxes this week. I want to also eat ALL my points. I haven't been - so I need to do that. Because I know that in order to lose weight I need to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister joined &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; today too - she only has a small amount of weight to lose. And so I drove to her house to pick her up and she came out of the house with this black and white thing. It turned out to be a puppy! A black and white ball of fluff. She bought it yesterday. Him. His name is Angus and he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; spaniel cross poodle. He is chubby and cute. He is very quiet for a puppy - which is odd. It was such a shock that she bought him.&lt;br /&gt;I will take photos of him tonight at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party and post one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-3856957647492567600?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/3856957647492567600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3856957647492567600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/3856957647492567600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighed-in.html' title='Weighed in'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1909100579467515228</id><published>2009-10-29T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:25:09.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't had much to say</title><content type='html'>I haven't been in the mood for blogging of late. In fact, I haven't been in the mood for anything at all. I have been miserable, sleeping badly and playing bejeweled blitz on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; until my wrist and arm hurt so much I had to take painkillers. Thankfully though I beat the best score of one of my friends and am now on top of the leader board. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. It's a bit of fun. The only bit of fun I've had. That is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies with my sister to see "What about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steve&lt;/span&gt;" - it was good, but nothing like I expected, and Bradley Cooper wasn't in it enough!! It was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;I have been fairly good with my eating. I have been having too much bread though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, I hate bread a lot of the time, but then sometimes I just love it. It makes no sense to me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; But that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I rarely make sense to me anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems like I am going to America in the first week of December!! It isn't all set in stone yet, but I got a green light from my friend tonight and I am so excited!! I can't wait. It should be brilliant. I am excited too that she trusts me enough to look after her kids -- especially seeing as how we have only met the one time!! (for three days) But we have known each other for ten years, so it isn't like we're strangers! And she knows I have raised my niece and nephew, so I know what I am doing with kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. Should be interesting. I didn't go last week. I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1909100579467515228?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1909100579467515228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/havent-had-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1909100579467515228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1909100579467515228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/havent-had-much-to-say.html' title='Haven&apos;t had much to say'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8471355842179421745</id><published>2009-10-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:50:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 22</title><content type='html'>at least that is what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit said this morning. Wow, I was shocked. But it was nice to see that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to weigh in at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. I didn't go on Friday for some reason or another... anyway - I lost 0.9 - so that brings my total to 5.7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; lost all up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I was quite happy with that! :o)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to lose anything. (I hadn't been bad though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck has been hurting, so that sucks. It is really giving me bad headaches. :o( not nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to report. So I am going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8471355842179421745?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8471355842179421745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8471355842179421745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8471355842179421745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-22.html' title='I am 22'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-6601094103886035419</id><published>2009-10-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:46:06.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg it's early</title><content type='html'>It's 6.40am - which isn't really that early, but I only went to sleep at 3am, so getting up at 6am doesn't make me feel good. But I really had to put the bin out as it's garbage day and I was far too lazy to do it last night. (plus I knew there was a huntsman spider under the recycle bin and wanted to wait till daylight so I could check that it was DEAD before I moved the bin off it.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; day. I am not even sure if I can go to the meeting. I want to stay awake for it. I will see how I go as it gets closer. (It starts at 10am).&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit later today (when I have a rest) and I unlocked the free step again - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. I was worried it would take longer, but I got it the other day. So now I can step while watching TV. I have a list of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows to catch up on, so that will be perfect. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else happening really. I have been fairly boring of late. My dad is coming to visit on Saturday. Oh that is tomorrow. So that should be interesting. I haven't seen him since before I went away to America. That seems like a life time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I am going to go get ready for my day.&lt;br /&gt;until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-6601094103886035419?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/6601094103886035419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-its-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6601094103886035419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/6601094103886035419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-its-early.html' title='omg it&apos;s early'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-2955933665689741893</id><published>2009-10-13T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:45:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing fingers really hard</title><content type='html'>I got word today that my friend may want me to come to America at the end of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; or the beginning of December. she is going to let me know within two - three weeks. She is moving to a new state with her family and will only know a couple of people. She is also starting work, so she is going to be super busy.&lt;br /&gt;So I am crossing my fingers really hard that the news is good!! It would be so awesome to spend Christmas in the USA - imagine ..... (if you will) a cold Christmas day!! I spent Christmas in England once (London) and it wasn't that cold on Xmas day! Which made me sad, but it would be amazing to experience an American Christmas. I'd go to NYC and just walk around... it'd be so great. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I hope it happens. But if not, I still have the UK and Europe to look forward to next year! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gardening today. If you knew me, you would know what a big deal that was. I never do anything to do with the garden. But today I planted some plants - cucumber, zucchini, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passionfruit&lt;/span&gt;, cat grass and tomatoes. :o) I am quite proud of myself. I worked up quite a sweat getting all the weeds out!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;I was so sore the other day from doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, but I am all better now. I don't like it when I play tennis and stuff as I am always too enthusiastic and I end up hurting my shoulder/wrist. ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I watched "Cougar Town" for the first time. I am not sure I like it. I am only watching it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Courtney Cox is in it and I did love her in FRIENDS. I will keep watching - I have to give it a chance. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new computer (not sure if I posted that last time). It is so nice! I love love love it. It is shiny and smells very new. :o) I get a free upgrade to Windows 7 too - which is cool. Although I mightn't be here to play with it for a while if I go to the States. Oh well. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOh&lt;/span&gt; I just noticed it is after 12pm. LUNCH TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way - I have been really good where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; is concerned. I had so much trouble stopping wanting chocolate. I don't know why - before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; I was never interested in chocolate. I couldn't eat a full mars bar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it made me sick with all the sugar. But when I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; - chocolate was all I wanted!! Strange. I think I am over the chocolate though. I just have to buy some veggies and start cooking them again (I ran out the day before yesterday and couldn't be bothered shopping!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - until next time...&lt;br /&gt;(it says I have posted 90 posts- wow. this is the first time a blog has ever "Stuck" with me. cool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-2955933665689741893?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/2955933665689741893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossing-fingers-really-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2955933665689741893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/2955933665689741893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossing-fingers-really-hard.html' title='Crossing fingers really hard'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-5765088874643903770</id><published>2009-10-09T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:03:15.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weighed in yesterday</title><content type='html'>I hadn't been to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; in three weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was feeling so sick and miserable. But I dragged myself along yesterday - and was delighted to see i had only put on 300 grams. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. I was shocked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; in that three weeks I had eaten Chinese food, a packet of biscuits and frozen chips (heated up - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt;) and I had something else.. Can't think of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;I only did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit once and I went on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cross trainer&lt;/span&gt; for two minutes. Yes, two minutes. why bother. My legs hurt though. I remember doing 30 minutes and loving it. UGH. i have to get back there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; are only 10 (I think) more weigh ins until Xmas day. I don't really celebrate Xmas. I mean, my family do - but I can't really stand it.. But I would like to have lost at least 5 kilos by then. See how I said only 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt;?? I lost that in four weeks recently - I just like to give myself too high a goal. I would rather go heaps over the goal than not reach it at all. That will just depress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - so I did 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit this morning even though i am feeling like crap today (Actually come to think of it, i don't feel too bad at this very moment!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I might go and do some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cross trainer&lt;/span&gt; soon. I have put it in the pergola area so I can do it any time of the day -and I can see it from my bedroom window, so that should motivate me to get out there. Cooper (cat) hates it when I am outside though. It distresses him. which distresses me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, we are a weird family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having trouble sleeping. the other night I went to bed at 11pm and I woke up numerous times but at 3am I got out of bed and watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; plus 8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) and then I went back to bed and played on the computer until 6am, when I drifted off to sleep until 9am. I felt dreadful all of yesterday because of it and I felt as though I had cotton wool wrapped around my head (I was very fuzzy). So last night I went to bed at 10.30pm and I got up at 7am (woke up at 3am but refused to get up). I was quite pleased with that. Tonight I will go to bed at 10.30pm again! I think 11.30pm should be the latest I stay up. (and 8am be the latest I get out of bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-5765088874643903770?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/5765088874643903770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighed-in-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5765088874643903770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/5765088874643903770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighed-in-yesterday.html' title='weighed in yesterday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-8331674443402524521</id><published>2009-10-06T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:47:32.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not happy</title><content type='html'>I don't know why - just feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been bad - stupid internet issues. makes me wonder why i have the internet at all. and then if i didn't have it i'd be more sad coz i would have nothing to do. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of my computers. my laptop keeps turning off while i am using it. and my pc is just out of control dumb. i keep getting the blue screen when i start it up. ugh. want to buy a new computer. but don't know if i can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been eating well today - i haven't had anything bad. i didn't do the wii again yet coz i fell asleep earlier. still having trouble with the sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like crying. i was watching jon &amp;amp; kate plus 8 (an old one) and they were at disneyland/disney world and i just wanted to cry coz they were having a good time but then all the kids were overheated and were very hungry. i mean that is just crazy!! (me) i am annoyed at jon too for trying to get the show cancelled. it sounds like he just is concerned about the money. i like that show. boo hiss jon. boo hiss. i used to like you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-8331674443402524521?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/8331674443402524521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8331674443402524521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/8331674443402524521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-happy.html' title='not happy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-1110171799390058587</id><published>2009-10-04T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:11:34.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mii did Wii</title><content type='html'>this morning I set up the Wii and the Wii Fit. I ended up doing 15 minutes on it and was reminded how much I love it!! So now I am going to start using it daily again. I have buy some new games to go with the Wii Fit, but for now I don't mind what I have. :o) Feeling very excited about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating a little bad, but am back on track now. I haven't been sleeping properly and it was really starting to upset me. But I think that is ok now too. I slept well last night so I hope tonight will be good too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to WW in three weeks as I have been sick, so this week will be a bit of a shocker I think. But that is ok as I plan on going down after that. I am going to start doing more work on the crosstrainer as well. I wish I had a dog to walk (although the magpies who live on the street aren't that nice and it is a bit scary to walk near them in spring!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - things are going ok. I have been organising the house - I set the study up nicely and tomorrow I get different internet on (adsl 2+) so that should be good. I am so sick of the current isp I have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-1110171799390058587?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/1110171799390058587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/mii-did-wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1110171799390058587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/1110171799390058587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/10/mii-did-wii.html' title='Mii did Wii'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841017301214234857.post-4078260626213884583</id><published>2009-09-28T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:42:36.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I got word from my friend that she found someone locally who would mind her kids on the weekends she needed to go away with her husband to do some house hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I was disappointed was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt;. I was already packed (in my head) and out of here. My imagination is too active and I was thinking of all the cool things we could be doing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So I am sad. And I didn't feel like doing anything when I heard. Not even cook dinner (shocker). The Chinese food shop that I wanted to go to was closed as it is Monday - but I remembered there is a Chinese shop up the road and maybe they were open. They were. So that is what I got for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I could have done heaps worse, so I am happy that I didn't get anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; afterwards, which was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also annoyed that I feel like this as I knew there was a small chance that I might not be going. I am too quick to get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece has a drama performance tomorrow night at her school (my old school) - that will be interesting to see. She bought us tickets. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes well for her. She's been having a bad time lately. Instead of eating her feelings - she has stopped eating. She has dropped a lot of weight (she wasn't overweight really, but she was a little chubby, now she is looking underweight). It isn't good and we are worried about her. She admitted she wasn't eating (she just came out with it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she was sick of lying) I told her I already guessed that. She was shocked that I knew. Wish it was that simple for me to lose weight!! (it's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;sad girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841017301214234857-4078260626213884583?l=holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/feeds/4078260626213884583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/09/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4078260626213884583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841017301214234857/posts/default/4078260626213884583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holding-on-with-both-hands.blogspot.com/2009/09/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858257613807827427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dc0ZD1oeUEM/SYVcxQSEjhI/AAAAAAAAABA/K06K_5KfJTw/S220/Img_3042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
