<?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-2777113126605608593</id><updated>2011-10-01T06:05:53.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Adventures of Amy's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8664681018274167626</id><published>2010-12-23T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:51:02.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog again or not to blog again....</title><content type='html'>This is the REAL question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8664681018274167626?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8664681018274167626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8664681018274167626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8664681018274167626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8664681018274167626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-blog-again-or-not-to-blog-again.html' title='To blog again or not to blog again....'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4189484929825775782</id><published>2010-03-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:51:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Madder and Fatter than EVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past January I had a baby! There he is but that is not why I am mad. Infact he is GREAT. His Dad and big Brother were praying for him! I think it was to balance the house out a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/S63q-XDyF6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/G9xOZhI2YMw/s1600/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453273080878208930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/S63q-XDyF6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/G9xOZhI2YMw/s320/P1010072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am mad becuase I am fatter than EVER!! The baby is supposed to put on the weight NOT ME!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you are saying, I can hear you now! "Your supposed to put on weight when you are preggers and you will drop the weight, it just melts off when you are nursing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA Not for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole time I was "with child" I did great and even lost a few pounds. But when baby was hospitalized I throw my hands in the air and eat anything I wanted. At first it was just to make it through the long nights in the hospital. BUT he got better and stronger and they sent him home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you would think that I would go back to eating well and getting back on track. Nope I kept eating and eating. Snacks in bed with the hubby and movie.....we have long nights of no sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I decided to step on the scale. Here is where the mad part comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang you Girls Scouts and your UBER YUMMY cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;305.4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?!?! You mean I can not eat anything I want, When I want, and how much I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so here it is. Back to work, losing the weight and working through the food issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you along for the ride? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4189484929825775782?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4189484929825775782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4189484929825775782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4189484929825775782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4189484929825775782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back............'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/S63q-XDyF6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/G9xOZhI2YMw/s72-c/P1010072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6600726336783575377</id><published>2009-08-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:58:34.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarden Hooray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJqvNlu4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fYLIgdeN0f4/s1600-h/P8246651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373930885192465282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJqvNlu4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fYLIgdeN0f4/s320/P8246651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily was just not ready to For Jorie and Xavier and Jorie to leave for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJlksuaAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aDgpbS3huPU/s1600-h/P8246693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373930796470921218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJlksuaAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aDgpbS3huPU/s320/P8246693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xavier was ready to go. He was not to happy that I was taking pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJdffBZVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TkxT2gWk_dY/s1600-h/P8246682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373930657632314706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJdffBZVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TkxT2gWk_dY/s320/P8246682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJW5HvWzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nw_tV0LfFps/s1600-h/P8246664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373930544254901042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJW5HvWzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nw_tV0LfFps/s320/P8246664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2777113126605608593-6600726336783575377?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6600726336783575377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6600726336783575377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6600726336783575377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6600726336783575377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarden-hooray.html' title='Kindergarden Hooray'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SpQJqvNlu4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fYLIgdeN0f4/s72-c/P8246651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6603331589565042431</id><published>2009-08-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:17:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Secrets for those with no hair…as demonstrated by Lily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SoGYzr7R8iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qqQmWvgxQ44/s1600-h/P8116645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740244534456866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SoGYzr7R8iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qqQmWvgxQ44/s320/P8116645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SoGYt60WEGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2UHOAXcVt24/s1600-h/P8116646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740145452683362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SoGYt60WEGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2UHOAXcVt24/s320/P8116646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2777113126605608593-6603331589565042431?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6603331589565042431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6603331589565042431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6603331589565042431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6603331589565042431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/beauty-secrets-for-those-with-no-hairas.html' title='Beauty Secrets for those with no hair…as demonstrated by Lily.'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SoGYzr7R8iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qqQmWvgxQ44/s72-c/P8116645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4167061252564592843</id><published>2009-01-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:21:28.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do this every happen to anyone else?</title><content type='html'>It has been weeks ....literally that I have gotten any real sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; after the grocery shopping was done, Jorie was at young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt;, the kids were asleep and my darling husband was entertained watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; game, I decided that I would run a hot bath put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt; smelling stuff in it that I got for Christmas and try to melt away my bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab an Austin book....Pride and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; and just slide in the tub when there is a k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nock&lt;/span&gt; on my door.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom" I hear my J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;orie&lt;/span&gt;. I can tell she thinks I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a minute considering that idea and just HOW much I would love a few minutes ALONE!! Then like most mom's I rethink that and asks her what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;She OPENED MY DOOR and sat on the vanity bench. So much for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;undisturbed&lt;/span&gt; hot bath.&lt;br /&gt;Then she starts talking a mile a minute.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about school, boys that she has a crush on (she is making plans already on who will be "good enough" for her first date) then she asked me about church things.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how I handle a situation when you are stuck with someone that you just can not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth I was irritated by the question. There was no one at the moment that I felt like i could get along with. But I took a deep breath and told her just to pray for that person, then maybe the spirit will help you to find a way to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the answer was not all that profound and I knew I was missing a chance to share and teach her but I could not get over my own flawed nature. She sat there for several minutes deep in her own thoughts.  I keep thinking "leave leave leave" trying to will her out of the room and give me a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she surprised me! "Mom I am going to try my hardest to make sure you don't have to pray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked "wait what. Jorie. No I love you and I really like you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put one hand up and said "mom I know. It's just that I can be difficult...well a snot and since this other person is giving me a hard time lately I think I understand what you mean about 'it is not what you say it is how you say it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  did not know what to say to her. Me speechless. It was an odd feeling. I was wrapped in my towel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;red eyed&lt;/span&gt; from lack of sleep and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; in awe of my 15 year old daughter and her amazing wisdom. At that moment my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; changed and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that in the end it is all worth it. The lack of sleep, the personal time you sacrifice, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt; and the guilt. It goes fast but if you do your job and pray of them. They will surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to say though it would be nice to be able to have a bath ALONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4167061252564592843?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4167061252564592843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4167061252564592843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4167061252564592843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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meant....we were kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I find myself in SERIOUS need for AA!!!&lt;br /&gt;The kicker is I have no idea why!&lt;br /&gt;Really most things in life I should not be complaining about but yet everything is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8641958579865733617?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8641958579865733617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8641958579865733617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8641958579865733617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8641958579865733617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-need-of-serious-attitude-adjustment.html' title='In need of a serious Attitude Adjustment!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4751821023137612400</id><published>2009-01-13T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:29:23.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on!</title><content type='html'>I am really sick of being the fat girl...seriouly I am over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I would just choose to be this over weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....well I guess I did make the choice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4751821023137612400?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4751821023137612400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4751821023137612400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4751821023137612400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4751821023137612400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-on.html' title='Come on!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8485384199161886672</id><published>2009-01-09T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:06:22.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I really hate dumb questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher say things like "the only dumb question is the one you didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they might be teachers but there are ....oh so WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a call *person to stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; to protect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; identities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anny: Hey how are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anny: I am just wanting to know how much weight you have lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am thinking oh so nice, I need LOTS of support but wow what a way to start a conversation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-1939596762298109872</id><published>2009-01-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:07:12.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Wrapped up with a “bigger” Red Bow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is the first day of 2009 and I have not blogged much in this last month so I thought I would take a minute to wrap up the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the confession. I have cheated since Thanksgiving. I gained 3 pounds and I sort of don't care. I decided that I will get back on track starting today and get a goal for August to get my tummy tuck and boob job...sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reasonable&lt;/span&gt; right???? Anyone...anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so here is a quick run down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First my parents came out for Turkey day. That was way fun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0AgnMAdsI/AAAAAAAAADw/RrPZ-sBEJvM/s1600-h/PB255594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286382097877989058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0AgnMAdsI/AAAAAAAAADw/RrPZ-sBEJvM/s320/PB255594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt;. Xavier loved it when Grandma got "spitted on" by the poison spitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;!!! There might be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; issue there somewhere with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0Bh9-anBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/weUk6jVexzA/s1600-h/PC015614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383220686494738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0Bh9-anBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/weUk6jVexzA/s320/PC015614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then not only does Lily decide to start walking at 10 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;old, she&lt;/span&gt; thought it a grand idea to help with the dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Prosper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eagles&lt;/span&gt;. Went to the state Championships and WON!! Let's go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EAGLES&lt;/span&gt;!!! The kids got to play in Texas Stadium. Jorie had a great time. The even got to go to the game in charter buses. Fancy That!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0Bio8qnwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mDiDIPw_k5Y/s1600-h/PC135753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383232221880066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0Bio8qnwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mDiDIPw_k5Y/s320/PC135753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BhE8x6zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WLRUJ-TaR0s/s1600-h/PC135706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383205378812722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BhE8x6zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WLRUJ-TaR0s/s320/PC135706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had a great time. The game was exciting and it will be the last games played in the stadium. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BiVZnRKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PeuRunxAuRI/s1600-h/PC135675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383226974586018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BiVZnRKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PeuRunxAuRI/s320/PC135675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow Jorie Blow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BiWZm33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fPtl-_78Ewk/s1600-h/PC135718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383227242995570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0BiWZm33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fPtl-_78Ewk/s320/PC135718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were packed and off to Sunny California but only it was not so sunny.... It rained!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time. We spent time with our friends Kelly and her kids. Jorie spent the night with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate GOOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt; with Vicky. It was to short to catch up all the way but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that we had a chance to talk and see each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met a new cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt; and new aunts. Xavier fell in love with them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the girls took me out to try Pink Berry. Wow that was fun! I love you guys. Makes me a little homesick. I am glad we saw you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt; you so much Kelly for putting that together! I miss you so much thanks for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;?" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the best news of all came after we come home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt; night Heather and Andrea announced that they are having as baby!!! Hurray another baby in the family and I don't have to give birth!!! I am so happy for them!! AWESOME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now 2009 looks like it should be very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep reading to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all and I hope everyone has a wonderful 2009 and remember just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am in Texas and you are in California, Michigan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; York etc. I will be there for ANYTHING you need!!! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;just a&lt;/span&gt; phone call away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2777113126605608593-1939596762298109872?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1939596762298109872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=1939596762298109872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/1939596762298109872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/1939596762298109872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-wrapped-up-with-bigger-red-bow.html' title='2008 Wrapped up with a “bigger” Red Bow!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SV0AgnMAdsI/AAAAAAAAADw/RrPZ-sBEJvM/s72-c/PB255594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5847579950905616335</id><published>2008-11-25T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:33:41.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am and I am up????</title><content type='html'>What is that about?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure. I am not even a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;My head is full of thoughts, a few worries and many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time people will send me those silly questionnaires that you are supposed to give an answer and post. You know like the ones that are “100 things about yourself” or what is your favorite...whatever and this and that. Well I never do them. I figure…. why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in some ways if you looked at my life you might be like “wow she had it hard”. At least that is what a friend told me that has known me since I was 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little taken back. Hard was my life hard? I am a brat. I do cry a lot I guess you would say. I have a hard time letting people really know me. I hate asking for help, but hard. I never thought that my lot was hard. It was just my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I pilled out some old journals and stories I have written over the years (there was a time when I was going to be a famous writer). Wow did reading my journal that I wrote when I was 15 make me laugh. My journal when I was 24 made me sob. Last my journal while 19 and a new mommy made me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to say I had a hard life I would disagree. I would say more it was a life of pulling me and stretching me into a better person. I am so far from perfect that I am not even sure I even know what perfect is but I do know one thing and that is this: I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the single mom I had. I am grateful that I was allowed to dye my hair blue when I was a teenager. I am grateful that I was raised in a very large catholic family who hated that I was Mormon. I am grateful for 3 amazing young women leaders who held on to me so tight that I am now active as an adult. I am grateful that I had Jorie. I am grateful that I made mistakes by getting married to a man that I did not know at the age of 17 only to find myself alone and divorced a few short years later. I am grateful I grew up in Flint Michigan. I am glad Maryann Gerics was MY grandmother. I am grateful that my husband came to Flint Michigan to go to College. I am glad that we broke up so he could serve a mission. I am grateful that after I hurt him he come home, after his mission, to marry me in the temple and then later adopt Jorie. I am grateful for my daughter Lindsey who was so perfect and there was a greater need for her on the other side of the veil. I am grateful for Jorie, Xavier, Eleanor and Lillian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you see I could go on and on but there is not a hard life laid out but rather one filled with more blessings and love then any one person really deserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5847579950905616335?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5847579950905616335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5847579950905616335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5847579950905616335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5847579950905616335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-am-and-i-am-up.html' title='2 am and I am up????'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5591095703903025423</id><published>2008-11-21T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:53:34.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight + 12:02 a.m. = awesome mommy points x 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So.......... I saw Twilight with my Jorie this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are thinking it ...she still made it to seminary on time and then school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why did I stand in line for hours, get home and in bed after 3am, and still get up dressed to take all kids to seminary (on time) this morning......hmmm maybe after a nap I can better answer that!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was...GOOD! I resisted the books cause I thought they were to "young" but the move was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best part the movie was , Jorie and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older she gets the less I see her. I miss her. She is still home and I know it sounds funny but she is never around and when she is she seldom needs me. So it was nice to spend the evening just her and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SSbZTEjBkDI/AAAAAAAAADo/i6k664hOy-Y/s1600-h/PA045146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139335545131058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SSbZTEjBkDI/AAAAAAAAADo/i6k664hOy-Y/s320/PA045146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5591095703903025423?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5591095703903025423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5591095703903025423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5591095703903025423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5591095703903025423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-1202-am-awesome-mommy-points-x.html' title='Twilight + 12:02 a.m. = awesome mommy points x 10'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SSbZTEjBkDI/AAAAAAAAADo/i6k664hOy-Y/s72-c/PA045146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6465222282226311361</id><published>2008-11-17T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:08:42.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best song angry song in a long time</title><content type='html'>Leave it to Pink to make the best song to workout !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this song can make me so what to "get into a fight" that I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work out harder then ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to get you heart pumping in less that a minute FLAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own addition to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I just lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt;......I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where they went."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so a rock star when I listen to this song!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6465222282226311361?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6465222282226311361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6465222282226311361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6465222282226311361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6465222282226311361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-song-angry-song-in-long-time.html' title='The best song angry song in a long time'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6916283034032060605</id><published>2008-11-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:10:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the times I made the treat</title><content type='html'>My scale decided to find it's way to an early grave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was trying to be nice to the stupid thing and lose weight so I would not make its poor "back" hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well guess I can only say..I think I have lost weight????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6916283034032060605?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6916283034032060605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6916283034032060605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6916283034032060605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6916283034032060605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-times-i-made-treat.html' title='All the times I made the treat'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-7650190601749732886</id><published>2008-11-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:06:13.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACKS On the MORMON CHURCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SRSDTdemtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/u35pxRGenks/s1600-h/1106080832_M_110608_GayMarriage01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978234656699554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SRSDTdemtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/u35pxRGenks/s320/1106080832_M_110608_GayMarriage01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture outside the LA Temple last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/la-me-protest7-2008nov07,0,2766392,print.story"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been warned and now we face a test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been told to &lt;strong&gt;Be steadfast and immovable Mosiah 5:15&lt;/strong&gt;. How important this theme is for our youth this year!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to not give in. The fight might have just started but we are strong. We can also pray that it will end in peace but we MUST LISTEN TO THE PROPHETS VOICE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone know when the last time a temple was shut down like this? Now they are planning to do it again and to also shut down the Salt Lake Temple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/Faith/ci_10918202?source=rv"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/Faith/ci_10918202?source=rv&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have not heard about what happened in LA Yesturday please read this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-protest7-2008nov07,0,3827549.story"&gt;http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-protest7-2008nov07,0,3827549.story&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the terrible video being run about us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/la-me-protest7-2008nov07,0,2766392,print.story"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this has nothimg to do with my diet but it has very thing to do with who I am......This is Satan hard at work against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sisters share this blog. Not for one moment should it be ok to shut down one of our temples!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-7650190601749732886?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7650190601749732886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=7650190601749732886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/7650190601749732886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/7650190601749732886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/attacks-on-mormon-church.html' title='ATTACKS On the MORMON CHURCH'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SRSDTdemtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/u35pxRGenks/s72-c/1106080832_M_110608_GayMarriage01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8649531647164286639</id><published>2008-11-05T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:36:36.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas</title><content type='html'>So yes I will be home and YES I want to get together with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone plans it I will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I so cheating ...get it got it good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8649531647164286639?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8649531647164286639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8649531647164286639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8649531647164286639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8649531647164286639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-3144010138308825916</id><published>2008-11-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:15:17.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that it is over</title><content type='html'>Halloween that is.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to get back on the diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I get up and take a shower.....by the WAY...Seminary is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the shower I realize that to day I must get back into the diet.....bummer no singing Prince songs in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loofah&lt;/span&gt; now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back from seminary to find my amazing husband wake and making a full gut busting breakfast....I guess I forgot to get him the memo on the "return of Amy's diet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu&lt;br /&gt;Red potatoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sauteed&lt;/span&gt; with onion and red bell peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Thick cut Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Eggs over medium&lt;br /&gt;and toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YUMMY&lt;/span&gt;. So I ate it.....and it was good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait now, come on, how many times does your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; get up and make such an awesome breakfast on a work day ....how could I break his fragile ego.....I mean he would have been so disappointed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I know it is thin.....alright alright I am using my husband as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scapegoat&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on the scale right......and I close my eyes not waiting to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LooK&lt;/span&gt;...Amy you know the truth face it (this is what I am telling myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I only half look. One POUND I only gained one pound??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the phone rings and it is Ami or (I) as I call her. All the while I am on and off the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope only pound is all that I put back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Booyah&lt;/span&gt; CANDY in your FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shakin&lt;/span&gt; it today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt;. ...... well maybe I will start Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-3144010138308825916?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3144010138308825916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=3144010138308825916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3144010138308825916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3144010138308825916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-it-is-over.html' title='Now that it is over'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4987111909898240185</id><published>2008-10-31T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:29:23.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA or just out having fun and not sharing with all of YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;She's BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Really How much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first by saying &lt;strong&gt;Kelly H I love you!!&lt;/strong&gt; I am back and things are rockin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you wondering what I was doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm should I share?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my baby brother! Got married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsxkLYsE2I/AAAAAAAAABw/nz3AwnFbnVU/s1600-h/PA045200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355087113950050" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsxkLYsE2I/AAAAAAAAABw/nz3AwnFbnVU/s320/PA045200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that they met their new niece for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsw-BCTjSI/AAAAAAAAABo/i8DM2lfaBtQ/s1600-h/P9305002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263354431500684578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsw-BCTjSI/AAAAAAAAABo/i8DM2lfaBtQ/s320/P9305002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryAnn is great! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6J47OhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iK6QysgYD1Y/s1600-h/PA045182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356564181039634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6J47OhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iK6QysgYD1Y/s320/PA045182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is such an awesome addition to the family. She is so very good for my brother. The only downside is that they live so far away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;Dave, I, and the little guys drove from Texas to Michigan. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsx_MFYlFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/176isFq038I/s1600-h/P9274916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355551157883986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsx_MFYlFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/176isFq038I/s320/P9274916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped and stayed the night in Nauvoo. We have been there 3 other times but I still love it so much and look forward to going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsyGTngPFI/AAAAAAAAACA/gS_RRV8jaUE/s1600-h/P9284964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355673439124562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsyGTngPFI/AAAAAAAAACA/gS_RRV8jaUE/s320/P9284964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Michigan where we stayed with my sister and Ken. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6Dn1EHI/AAAAAAAAACI/4NsIdzWs0j4/s1600-h/P9294982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356562498719858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6Dn1EHI/AAAAAAAAACI/4NsIdzWs0j4/s320/P9294982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was awesome. I talked and talked with Mel. Now since I have been home I have REALLY missed her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bridal shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs08oSLdpI/AAAAAAAAACo/cCrpRiuAfiM/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263358805723018898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs08oSLdpI/AAAAAAAAACo/cCrpRiuAfiM/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsals and family party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs2NVbOsGI/AAAAAAAAACw/76wGn9QoUNM/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263360192230109282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs2NVbOsGI/AAAAAAAAACw/76wGn9QoUNM/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs45UFXNtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E0RFlaOueJY/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363146807457490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs45UFXNtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E0RFlaOueJY/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother!! He gathered the family to give out what I thought were the gifts for the wedding party and parents but he also surprised me with a green Pearl set and cake for my birthday. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs5k1hePAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZBs4fO2ZexI/s1600-h/PA035139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363894518103042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs5k1hePAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZBs4fO2ZexI/s320/PA035139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He cried and said some really awesome things about me and then I cried!! Thanks Paul. I Love you!! What a GREAT Birthday gift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wedding. I cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part! The reception. Ready for it? I was the bar tender!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The person who was supposed to be there to manage the bar did not make it so I stepped in. The funny part is I was making the craziest things and I made $102.00 in tips!! What the only Mormon in the place tending the bar.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and the bride were kept from tears and stress so that is why I did it. So no one freak out at me!! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a new skill lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of family but the one that I owe some serious thanks to is my Aunt Julie. Everyone needs to be blessed with an Aunt Julie!! I love you. She helped out so much that weekend. She is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs45qaGOWI/AAAAAAAAADA/c2lAcWYb1Mg/s1600-h/PA035130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363152800004450" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs45qaGOWI/AAAAAAAAADA/c2lAcWYb1Mg/s320/PA035130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs9l6R0spI/AAAAAAAAADY/7cNnvxTWKIs/s1600-h/PA045235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263368311021023890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs9l6R0spI/AAAAAAAAADY/7cNnvxTWKIs/s320/PA045235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad. Mom had to let her baby boy become a man. I think she did a great job. Paul grew up to be a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy7Gsf4rI/AAAAAAAAACg/1ImtBztlpEw/s1600-h/PA045321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356580503478962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy7Gsf4rI/AAAAAAAAACg/1ImtBztlpEw/s320/PA045321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not help but to include this. Here is my little man dancing away at Uncle Pauls wedding. On the way home he decided that he wanted to get married so he could do some dancing!!! NOT TILL AFTER THE MISSION YOUNG MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to say good bye. We cried and cried. There were times, over the years, I felt like the outsider but this time I felt like the big sister again. I really do love my family! I love that we have lots of problems and that we are so different! I love that we can call on each other and pull together when we need too. I love that the four siblings are friends. REAL friends. I really miss you guys. Even after being gone as long as I have and having my own kids I miss playing camp out in the back yard. I miss having concerts in the driveway. I miss Thorina's hiphop music. I miss getting to eat all Melissa's topping off her pizza. I miss picnics in the living room. I miss trying to get Paul to take the blame because "mom would go easy on him". I miss singing Osmond songs on the record player. I miss sing camp songs as loud as we could. I guess you could say that I really miss my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs5lGM6Y5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JOIHbhzuMLw/s1600-h/PA045280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263363898995270546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQs5lGM6Y5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JOIHbhzuMLw/s320/PA045280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The four Lester Kids!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6ju-MzI/AAAAAAAAACY/slF69aHTZjk/s1600-h/PA045189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356571118613298" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsy6ju-MzI/AAAAAAAAACY/slF69aHTZjk/s320/PA045189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of it all was my husband. He takes anything that my family can throw at him. He was in the wedding. He cooked a BBQ dinner for the rehearsal dinner and he made sure that I was able to spend every minute with my family. I love you sweetheart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2777113126605608593-4987111909898240185?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4987111909898240185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4987111909898240185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4987111909898240185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4987111909898240185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/mia-or-just-out-having-fun-and-not.html' title='MIA or just out having fun and not sharing with all of YOU!!!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SQsxkLYsE2I/AAAAAAAAABw/nz3AwnFbnVU/s72-c/PA045200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5665299199906312710</id><published>2008-09-22T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:26:34.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pounds gone BUT</title><content type='html'>A few more articles of clothes are WAY to big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah I am happy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5665299199906312710?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5665299199906312710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5665299199906312710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5665299199906312710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5665299199906312710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-pounds-gone-but.html' title='No pounds gone BUT'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4656209999921150127</id><published>2008-09-19T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:54:30.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think of all the TIMES!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to throw my stupid scale.&lt;br /&gt;I never did I was even nice to it a kept losing weight so that the stuip thing would work less and less&lt;br /&gt;Then what does it do to me&lt;br /&gt;I BREAKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do so don't "Love Technology"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad..was???? I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can I do a buggie dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Sauce!! AHHH now I sould like my crazy daughter and brother - in -law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL there are worse things in life right!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4656209999921150127?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4656209999921150127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4656209999921150127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4656209999921150127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4656209999921150127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-think-of-all-times.html' title='When I think of all the TIMES!!!!!!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-693227412325975017</id><published>2008-09-11T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:11:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily sums it all up for me for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMlfIjHDnxI/AAAAAAAAABg/vEFo-WpRlAk/s1600-h/P9084858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244827841518083858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMlfIjHDnxI/AAAAAAAAABg/vEFo-WpRlAk/s320/P9084858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2777113126605608593-693227412325975017?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/693227412325975017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=693227412325975017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/693227412325975017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/693227412325975017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/lily-sums-it-all-up-for-me-for-today.html' title='Lily sums it all up for me for today'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMlfIjHDnxI/AAAAAAAAABg/vEFo-WpRlAk/s72-c/P9084858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-2094385849162791349</id><published>2008-09-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:00:10.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, Dude, DUDE</title><content type='html'>That was all I could say when I looked at the scale this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like my 14year old but, for real, DUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to know what I am "duding" about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighted this morning 279.1&lt;br /&gt;Can we just all agree, right here, right now, that I rocked it out this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are keep track.&lt;br /&gt;This is a total of 22.5 pounds lost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am buying a Prince CD. a collection of old an new and strut around a little bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!! go me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...do ......something.......can't sit still now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-2094385849162791349?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2094385849162791349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=2094385849162791349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/2094385849162791349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/2094385849162791349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/dude-dude-dude.html' title='Dude, Dude, DUDE'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-220344725799706430</id><published>2008-09-08T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:14:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I ate Oreo Cookies Sunday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever have one of those weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know where you want to throw your hands in the air and yell I quit, or just cry and cry till the snot is running down your nose and your face is red and puffy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got sick I took them to the doc to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, kept them in the house and blah blah blah. Friday we decided to take the kids to the mall and let them play around in the play area and get dinner. We even hit the Disney Store cause mom felt bad for them having been stuck in the house all week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; while at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart my DH (Darling Husband) finds me in the store, after taking Xavier to the bathroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave: Honey look at his tummy I think he is braking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy : (Rolling my eyes) can I just look at him in the car? ( Thinking I am in a store not a place I want take my kids clothes off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave; It looks bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy: Fine. It just looks like red ant bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I run everyone through the store and home to get stuff on mom's to -do list done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 3:00pm I find Xavier in the bath AGAIN! I tell him to get out and notice he looks red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take a second look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants to sleep he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run outside and yell for Dave to come in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVYVhj8JEI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrb-2QaTMkU/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243694467952419906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVYVhj8JEI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrb-2QaTMkU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Urgent&lt;/span&gt; Care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALLERGIC&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AMOXICILLIN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eppy&lt;/span&gt; shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and instructions and they let us come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to shave his head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we need to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; on his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hate my hair like this. It is to little. I like it big!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then dad saves the day and Shaves his off also!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVZiYrWklI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xt5q9IJLAyM/s1600-h/P9074852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243695788417520210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVZiYrWklI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xt5q9IJLAyM/s320/P9074852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants to got to church! He was supposed to say the prayer in Primary. So we take him. Even though he looks worse and I know that there will be hundreds of questions and even more looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't blame anyone!! He looks HORRIBLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we reached home we was screaming that his feet and hands won't work!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We call the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take him back to the Urgent Care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs more shots and what were we thinking taking him out of the house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know. I thought after we left the doc's the first time he would just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;itchy&lt;/span&gt; and look horrible! I didn't know that if I took him to church, of all places, I would make him worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is were I wanted to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate these moments. You know, when you realize you could have done more or less to prevent something and you were to busy to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what he looked like after church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His poor eyes almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;swelled&lt;/span&gt; shut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVbBEZG6XI/AAAAAAAAABY/SORrPh146o8/s1600-h/P9074850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243697415059859826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVbBEZG6XI/AAAAAAAAABY/SORrPh146o8/s320/P9074850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have many blessings (most of which I take for granted) my sister-in-law and her husband come over for dinner and then Andre helped my husband give Xavier a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why did I eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;? Who knows. I was still awake after everyone fell asleep and I was cleaning the kitchen and I eat one, worked a little, eat another, then loaded the dishwasher........ best guess is that I eat 8 to 10 before I realized what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2777113126605608593-220344725799706430?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/220344725799706430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=220344725799706430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/220344725799706430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/220344725799706430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-aet-oreo-cookies-sunday-night.html' title='Why I ate Oreo Cookies Sunday night'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdhDPxuSFIc/SMVYVhj8JEI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrb-2QaTMkU/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-41909598609518194</id><published>2008-09-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:50:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!! I hurt</title><content type='html'>EVERYWHERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and worked my core! She told me too! Therefore, I did…..now I hurt and I want to cry like a pre-schooler who is not used to sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did….well tried to do. Jorie said I looked more like an injured deer still reeling from the headlights ( Don’t you just love teenagers!! ) and no I did not kill her. It made almost pee my pants with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/tp/Bicycle_Crunch.htm"&gt;Bicycle Crunch Exercise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/tp/Captains_chair.htm"&gt;Captain's Chair Exercise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/tp/ab_crunch_on_ball.htm"&gt;Ab Crunch on an Exercise Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/vertical_crunch.htm"&gt;Vertical Leg Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/long_arm_crunch.htm"&gt;Long Arm Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/reverse_crunch.htm"&gt;Reverse Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/a/planklift.htm"&gt;Plank (Hover) Exercise &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/basic_crunch.htm"&gt;Traditional (Basic) Abdominal Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/half_curl.htm"&gt;Half Curl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/crossovercrunch.htm"&gt;Crossover Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/oblique_medball.htm"&gt;Seated Oblique Twists with Medicine Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/bestabexercises/a/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/oblique_crunch.htm"&gt;Oblique Crunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/bestabexercises/a/od/abdominalcorestrength1/qt/alt_superman.htm"&gt;Alternating Supermans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaye said work out your core. So I found these in a magazine and tried them. I did not even do that many I was out of breath and sweating like …….gross.&lt;br /&gt;So how is that fair I hurt! It hurts to even breath. When I bend over I hurt like I am about to pop out another kids. Let me tell you….I am not digging the idea of any more kids. AHHHHHHHH it hurts to move….. I don’t even want to get off the computer to go pee it hurts that bad.&lt;br /&gt;And I though PMS made me have serious mood swings. Hmmm this might work of me. I will have to try this again Saturday and see what Sunday is like lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Kaye thank you for your help. I am determined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-41909598609518194?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/41909598609518194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=41909598609518194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/41909598609518194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/41909598609518194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch-i-hurt.html' title='OUCH!!!! I hurt'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6394498831703420792</id><published>2008-09-03T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:09:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Friday the little ones got so sick. Saturday we were in the ER with breathing problems. Sunday ....well it was yucky here at my house. Monday mom and dad were sick. How fun on a Holiday!! Super Duper Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this all mean. I eat and eat! Anything that was easy. That means anything that was not good for me. Pizza, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;, Taco Bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gained no weight back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are all better now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned that my taste has changed and fast food is not so great. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still LOVE pizza!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I noticed how awful I felt when I eat bad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now back on track. Start walking in the morning. Oh and clean my house. I have not washed the toilets in 4 days! Gross I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toddlers&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6394498831703420792?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6394498831703420792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6394498831703420792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6394498831703420792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6394498831703420792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-7402351250731382663</id><published>2008-08-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:41:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Less Hostile</title><content type='html'>So sorry about that rant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was some SERIOUS PMS!&lt;br /&gt;Or at lease lack of snack cakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was AWESOME! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; Ami (she rocks) noticed that I am looking slimmer. Then today Ann (she is so great) said that I was looking good. (Love her)&lt;br /&gt;Then K sends me an email that was so awesome. Love you K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so feeling good about this process. I am loving the support I have! Thanks everyone! REALLY I mean that. I don't just say that on any blog ...lol....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a choice as Ann said today...."the scale does not tell you everything" She is right. So tonight I will measure everything arms, legs, and waist and post it all. This way I can see a better picture of where I am at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am thinking of setting some mini goals. At first I was thinking that I would have a meal of anything that I wanted ...but that is dumb I have a problem with food...need to change that self rewarding system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-7402351250731382663?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7402351250731382663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=7402351250731382663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/7402351250731382663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/7402351250731382663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-less-hostile.html' title='Little Less Hostile'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-3036536115933256399</id><published>2008-08-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:23:41.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight-in</title><content type='html'>I HATE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup I am screaming this like a 2 year-old that got the package of cookies taken away and put on a shelf that is out of reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on .5 pounds down. Make sure you read that right that was only 1/2 a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKS! That could just be the difference in what I am wearing or a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK set the stage. I am mad or annoyed at the very least about the weight. I am thinking I will skip lunch but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start reading news and looking at various things and oh my I almost blew a gasket.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK at this ridiculous article that I found!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/latestCrisis/idUSN11372238"&gt;http://www.reuters.com/article/latestCrisis/idUSN11372238&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they thinking! Ahhh this is why I am fat JUSTIFICATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to cause the writer of the article, the editor, and the researchers, to have shaken baby syndrome. Maybe this will make their heads a little more clear. Who prints stupid things like this! Like that makes any sense! PLEASE! That is the smartest thing I have heard all day...NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok stepping off the "FAT box" Anyone else ..please feel free to sound off....it is just one of those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ami you coming over that was fun...ok so I guess the say was not all bad LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-3036536115933256399?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3036536115933256399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=3036536115933256399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3036536115933256399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3036536115933256399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/weight-in.html' title='The weight-in'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6652113015496572840</id><published>2008-08-21T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:44:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so I said it</title><content type='html'>I want a Boob Job…. On the other hand, is it Brest augmentation?&lt;br /&gt;Stop don’t get all huffy! I know pig men say boob job…but so did I. So, just read out my rational here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you say it I am so getting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking Anna Nicole here but I am talking about having everything put back to where it was when I young and hot.     * Oh yeah sister I was once hot. I sometimes cannot believe it myself…so no worries. * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve it! Seriously, I have nursed five kids and will have lost an extreme amount of weight. I am not having any more kids *I hope (Heavenly Father please help me out on this one)* so I want to be put things back where they belong…. so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know vain and blah blah. Nevertheless, look at it from my perceptive. For YEARS now, I have been the fat one. I was nice, people liked me but that was as far as it went. I want to be …..HOT again. It is no fun to have your clothes look slumpy, have limited options, Huff and puff up stairs. I want to be like “wow you are in your 30’s…you have how many kids” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I am a good friend or fun to be with or any other thing that you say about the less physical attractive. Ok I do want to be a good friend and whatever BUT I, for a little while, what to play on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no let me be even more honest. What I really want is for my husband to have LUSTFUL thought about me when he is at work LOL LOL LOL LOL  HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one email me. Dave and I are great but it would be so much better it I felt better about ME. I know you all know what I mean. Married awhile have a few kids. Maybe put on a few unwanted pounds and then WHAM …your not so much feeling good about …..certain things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH this is hard to diet. I need to ramp up the exercise.  I gotta call K…….. K shout out to ya! HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6652113015496572840?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6652113015496572840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6652113015496572840' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6652113015496572840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6652113015496572840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-so-i-said-it.html' title='Ok so I said it'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6227073954869737826</id><published>2008-08-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:42:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Victims</title><content type='html'>This morning was so great.&lt;br /&gt;I got  a kill first thing.&lt;br /&gt;That always makes for a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a second kill.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes I am talking CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are now two items that are to big for me!! WOOO WHOOOOO ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted they were a little big to begin with and get this......you will love this...I refered to them as my "I'm feeling fat today clothes""" HAHAHAHA right? But they are to big. The shirt was flopping all over, the pants were falling down it was SOOOOOOOOOO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that feels good.....I feel like bustin into a song "I feel good ..so good... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of that commerical for Nortatrac. " I gave all my fat clothes to my fat friends" HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't have any fat friends right? Cause we are all in this together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH no I better stop that last comment seemed a little too HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on DUDES or rather (followerDieter and friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and TEd ...so much better lol ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6227073954869737826?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6227073954869737826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6227073954869737826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6227073954869737826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6227073954869737826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-victims.html' title='The First Victims'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-929133160199525615</id><published>2008-08-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:03:21.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO ...how was your weekend?</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't cheat on you if that is what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have become LUSTFUL for these awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; and Soy Sauce Almonds!! Oh am I talking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had so much energy that I drove my family CRAZY! I loved it! I did not nap with the kids. I watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt; all over the place! I even get good wife points becuase I packed up all the kids and headed to the mall....not to enjoy the savings of TAX FREE WEEKEND nooooooooooooo it was to wait in the HUGE line at the APPLE store to get my darling husband an Iphone! A month ago there was no way I would have been up for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that 3 hour fight with the kiddies (they were wiggly and sick of sitting and standing in line) we went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;POWER SHOPPING. Let's just say .....Jorie SUCH a DIVA! That was fun. Xavier, Ella and Lily fell asleep in the stroller so the debt card caught FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an experience in and of itself. Wow those Sunbeams can get you movin. Crazy days in Primary let me tell you! Never knew that going to "the potty" one could work up a sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the long and short of it all..........or just the short and fat for me.....is that I was not thinking of what I could or could not eat! AWESOME. I passed it all up. Even when my kids asked for Cookies, Ice Cream and pretzels all while at the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-929133160199525615?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/929133160199525615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=929133160199525615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/929133160199525615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/929133160199525615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-how-was-your-weekend.html' title='SO ...how was your weekend?'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-67069840600745444</id><published>2008-08-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:20:43.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>This morning the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;. What happened to sleeping in?&lt;br /&gt;Next thought: Do I have to read my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scriptures&lt;/span&gt; today. I tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; yes...... (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to think about it, so yes get up and just do it)&lt;br /&gt;Alma here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put my feet down on the ground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; there to be pain for the first few minutes but no that is not what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell over! I thought there were knives or glass on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the end of the bed. grab the dresser. WOW this hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I notice that my lower back is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet starting to numb to the pain. Turn on the light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; oh wait that is me in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying something nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I frown! I know I was giving myself wrinkles by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;furrowed&lt;/span&gt; brow but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there it is the SCALE! I want to pick it up and throw it ....I rethink that ....I might throw my back out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;. So I stand on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAPPY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts anymore. I dance in the bathroom. I must have yelped a little also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I hear a sleepy hubby....."Is everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run out jump on the bed! " Wake up" I lose more weight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I got was a " That's great Honey....is it really 6:08?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinch his nose, jump out of bed, and go for a walk! AWESOME it is raining....So I did what I could only do in a situation like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"'m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; in the rain just singing in the rain what a GLORIOUS feeling I'm happy again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home thank goodness Alma chapter 33 is short! I am not excited to sit still for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I SCRUB the kitchen! Now if you know my you will understand this : THERE IS NOTHING MESSY ANYWHERE!! NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CLUTTER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where are I bet you want to know just how much I have lost? 15 POUNDS that is right ladies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt; 15 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all agree that well ....I RULE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-67069840600745444?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/67069840600745444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=67069840600745444' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/67069840600745444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/67069840600745444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-3388794412813961536</id><published>2008-08-13T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:43:39.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you asked</title><content type='html'>OK so I have gotten a few emails with question about various things on my blog so I thought that I would clear a few things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes I did try and find the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unflattering&lt;/span&gt; pictures to use. I want to make sure that I really really hate what I look like so I will keep on track! The one of me eating is most appropriate isn't? That's how I got myself in this predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not on a self hate mission. Just the oppoist if true. I am trying to love myself. Hating myself or at very least not caring about myself is what lead me to 300 pounds. I used to put myself last and now not anymore! I am first, daring! The number one priority and my family is better for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is all about the vanity, I want to be SMOKIN HOT! I figure the health is a added bounus. I know I know but really I just want to be SMOKIN HOT again. OH the fun I will have .....of COURSE with my HUSABND.....now were did you let your mind go to! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Editing, I am not doing it. I type what I am thinking and post it. If I edit I will that thing out or be like " I can't post that" or "I shouldn't tell people that" So I don't I type it and posted it. We women take self editing to an extreme sometimes. But not here not me. I want to be open and honest. So you can also. If you fell like saying something here post it. I PROMISE there will be only good to come out of it!  I promsie no matter what you say I won't gasp to loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I hope you all know now. Love you. Love me. and shake a tail feather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-3388794412813961536?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3388794412813961536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=3388794412813961536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3388794412813961536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3388794412813961536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-you-asked.html' title='Because you asked'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4585332509950911563</id><published>2008-08-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:25:05.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did It</title><content type='html'>I posted some pictures. I guess you all know who I look but I just need to make sure I know what I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day. *Why didn't someone tell me I had gotten so FAT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly thought about how that conversation could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt;.  SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am glad cause I want to keep firends! And no one wants to make the fat girl CRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4585332509950911563?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4585332509950911563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4585332509950911563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4585332509950911563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4585332509950911563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it.html' title='I did It'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8308756388231598472</id><published>2008-08-11T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:03:41.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Regular</title><content type='html'>Now let's not get carried away. I said nothing about be normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean regular. For the first time in a long time I am like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of nice! I see why men have a thing for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh like your husband doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; sometimes? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought I like being "regular" there are just some words and phrases that I am not going to say ...like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to take my "Daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need reading material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow that smelled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blow up the toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I just did use them.... Well you get it. Those male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;driven&lt;/span&gt; statements that they only find funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8308756388231598472?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8308756388231598472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8308756388231598472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8308756388231598472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8308756388231598472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-regular.html' title='I&apos;m Regular'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8200078955372254536</id><published>2008-08-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:46:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80's</title><content type='html'>While the 90's produced some happy dances! The 80's RULE.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not talking ratted hair and Duran Duran cassette tapes (although that is awesome too)! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; maybe I'll brake out my "best of the 1980's" CD and shake off a few calories.......where is my leg warmers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE into the eighties! I am a happy 289.6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to go to Church with a smile on my face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's Sunday church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hymns&lt;/span&gt; ......church hymns, hum a church....not Cindy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Louper&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8200078955372254536?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8200078955372254536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8200078955372254536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8200078955372254536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8200078955372254536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/80s.html' title='The 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5227739202420144797</id><published>2008-08-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:53:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-In-Laws</title><content type='html'>What do you do with them?&lt;br /&gt;I mean you are stuck with them forever. In my case for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;You can not get around it, they will be there wanting to know what is going on with your kids, husband (or Wife) anything! That's just how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing for me is that I was LUCKY! I got a great, wonderful, supportive, caring mother-in-law. I really mean that. I could not have wished for a better one. She is not only my mother in law but my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sick, I feel yucky and I was considering cheating but I check my email and there was an email from her that lifted my spirits and made me want to stick it out even while I am sick and feeling MISERABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she does not mind but I am going to share it with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Hey Amy,Read Your blog. How honest can you get? I admire that quality. Also so you know, there was no smell, fat or otherwise. Congrats on the ten pound, happy dance right back at you. this is the year, I keep telling everyone. You are going to do it, I just know it. So am I. When we see each other in Dec we are so going to be looking past each other because we can't recognize the slimmer us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yoohoo&lt;/span&gt;! Sorry it hurts. I can say that because I am there. Keep on doing what you are doing, it will be worth it. Love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nardell&lt;/span&gt;, another fan of Amy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words but it did so much to lift me up when I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nardell&lt;/span&gt; thanks for being who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5227739202420144797?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5227739202420144797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5227739202420144797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5227739202420144797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5227739202420144797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother-in-laws.html' title='Mother-In-Laws'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-3996231130823139975</id><published>2008-08-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:48:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Freaking POUNDS</title><content type='html'>That's right you heard me. I said 10 pounds! I have lost 10 pounds! Oh and yeah I said FREAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the scale this afternoon I almost peed my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighted myself like 10 times and sure enough the scale kept saying 291.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Rock!&lt;br /&gt;I Rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to Download that song...."Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" by that Pussycat Girls or Dolls (I know I am not hip who cares I lost 10 FREAKING POUNDS!) So when I am thin I can crank that song in my car and be all like THAT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-3996231130823139975?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3996231130823139975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=3996231130823139975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3996231130823139975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/3996231130823139975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-freaking-pounds.html' title='10 Freaking POUNDS'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-4906002581392287666</id><published>2008-08-06T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:59:41.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack V. Food</title><content type='html'>So follow my twisted mind for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People try crack once and have to fight a life time of addiction. When the kick theyhabit the person has to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives. They do not associate with the people they did drug with. They sometimes move. They create new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; for the drug addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with food. You can not stop eating. You can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disassociate&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; you eat with. If you move there might be even better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; to tempt you. What habbit would your subsitute eating with? So what do you do! I mean OMB (oh my butterflies) I think that Food is a WORSE addition than food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-4906002581392287666?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4906002581392287666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=4906002581392287666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4906002581392287666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/4906002581392287666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/crack-v-food.html' title='Crack V. Food'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5076823568129370253</id><published>2008-08-02T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:43:25.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Picture or not to Picture</title><content type='html'>Need to decided should I take a picture and posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good one where I am not hiding behind someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way I can really see what I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5076823568129370253?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5076823568129370253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5076823568129370253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5076823568129370253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5076823568129370253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-picture-or-not-to-picture.html' title='To Picture or not to Picture'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-2125931185586677234</id><published>2008-08-02T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:34:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cheated</title><content type='html'>I did I will admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait now it is not like you have never done it! We went out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; and .....well there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; Food and..... well like..... well....stop reading my blog that way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes any different I fell tired and slugish. It is amazing how food makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have told you,so now I have come clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we all move past this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-2125931185586677234?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2125931185586677234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=2125931185586677234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/2125931185586677234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/2125931185586677234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cheated.html' title='I cheated'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-8545270753944667410</id><published>2008-07-27T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:35:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pounds Down!</title><content type='html'>Happy Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the scale says 299.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is day 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up early for the first time in forever! I am starting to get more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.....I wondered last night about something....ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I have the fat person smell? You know what I mean. Do you want me to spell it out? You know not clean, sweaty and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;descriptive&lt;/span&gt; words needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started driving my CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another motivator to make sure I look all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blubber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-8545270753944667410?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8545270753944667410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=8545270753944667410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8545270753944667410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/8545270753944667410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2002/07/two-pounds-down.html' title='Two Pounds Down!'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-5045344450519800961</id><published>2008-07-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:21:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting close up and personal with my fat.</title><content type='html'>Day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt; in 301.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. It is easy ..so far. The two extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ounces&lt;/span&gt; are annoying but it's my first 24 hour period my body is in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Veggies and Fish with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desert&lt;/span&gt; was a strange thing to my system. ( needing a little encouragement here...self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;motivating&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror I did all the things that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;avoid,&lt;/span&gt; so I never had to admit that I am really as fat and I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved my arms high in the air! GROSS we are talking something was waving back and it was soooooooo not pretty! Then I looked at my backs. No wonder my bra drives me nuts! The fat rolls are fighting for space like when you have to many 3 year olds on a bench, someone is wanting more room or pushing someone else out of thier spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I am not looking to put myself down I am getting real....REALLY REAL. This is the only way to lose the weight and change things. I like to confront thing head on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking serious walking this is a random thought here but I will start that today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-5045344450519800961?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5045344450519800961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=5045344450519800961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5045344450519800961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/5045344450519800961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-close-up-and-personal-with-my.html' title='Getting close up and personal with my fat.'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777113126605608593.post-6876741100316268306</id><published>2008-07-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:11:04.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat just plain F-A-T</title><content type='html'>So this morning I woke up. I feel like someone ran me over with a truck. My muscles ache my head hurts, my feet HOLY SMOKES hurt when I touch the floor. I have to ROLL our of BED. Here comes AMY'S Stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go in the bathroom. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; there is the scale. I step on it.&lt;br /&gt;READY FOLKS???????????&lt;br /&gt;301 POUNDS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That is FAT and I mean FAT! I am a walking heart attack, stoke, diabetes...wait did the diabetes while I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregers&lt;/span&gt;...lets not get that again!&lt;br /&gt;So what is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt; let me tell you I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;have so&lt;/span&gt; many I could fill a Football Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that I like to eat. I love anything that is bad for you. I love it. I will eat anything and sometimes even when I think " This is only so so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I need a to do something about it. I am talking like intervention here. I need to loss weight. I can not see me anymore in the HUGE fat mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW and I mean right now I am changing things and I need help so this blog comes to make me accountable. If there are eyes on me I will think twice about eating and more eating and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; even more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know me and know people I know send them my blog so lots of people know my dirty (well not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;) so lets call it shame) and I will do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAL????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777113126605608593-6876741100316268306?l=attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6876741100316268306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777113126605608593&amp;postID=6876741100316268306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6876741100316268306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777113126605608593/posts/default/6876741100316268306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthethreehundredpoundwomen.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat-just-plain-f-t.html' title='Fat just plain F-A-T'/><author><name>Info</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330934768774254123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
