<?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-7866808282168706183</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:54:29.761-08:00</updated><category term='working out'/><category term='guidelines'/><category term='walking'/><category term='plans'/><category term='adam'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='failing'/><category term='rewards'/><category term='intro'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='about me'/><category term='pilates'/><category term='riverwalk'/><category term='goals'/><category term='sick'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='weigh in'/><category term='binge'/><title type='text'>Want to be a Big Time Loser</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Brittany. This is my weight loss blog. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Starting Weight: 329&lt;br&gt;
Current  Weight: 311&lt;br&gt;
Total Loss: 18 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Short Term Goal: 300&lt;br&gt;
Long Term Goal:  150&lt;br&gt;
Weight Watchers Points: 38&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-7741000267548878604</id><published>2007-04-17T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:10:42.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>God Bless the Weight Loss Gods</title><content type='html'>Wow i know I just did this long post about how bad I've been and how the next time i went to weight watchers I would have gained a zillion pounds. But I went tonight and in the last two weeks i have lost 4 lbs. I really do not know how this is possible. Someone up there must like me.  I was already coming up with excuses not to make it tonight. But I knew Jenny would not be happy that I didn't come. And when she called me at 5:20 and I was face deep in a snow cone, I knew I was caught banana berry handed and had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I did, because of the good news and its good to face the music. And luckily that music was good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; gone about two months in weight watchers without ever gaining and i am blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As par usual me and Jenny went out after weight watchers for our post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-mediated binge. But I guess my stomach has shrunk because i can't eat as much as I once did, and over eating just isn't as appealing to me anymore. And eating that much just makes me feel like crap physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am still grossly overweight but I can see the finish line. I always wanted to loose weight but never had the tools. i feel more confident in myself now, i feel i can do this. Also, I realize my weight is truly just a number. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I post it on this blog. It's a number that doesn't change who I am as a person. At first I thought I don't want my friends to know, but I realize it doesn't matter. My friends love all 300 lbs of me, and now I have to love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Life is good on this side,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Britt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-7741000267548878604?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/7741000267548878604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=7741000267548878604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7741000267548878604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7741000267548878604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-bless-weight-loss-gods.html' title='God Bless the Weight Loss Gods'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-7848324645574859619</id><published>2007-04-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:58:38.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Why I've been a bad, bad girl</title><content type='html'>A million reasons why my diet has sucked these past two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Somehow I twisted my ankle so I couldn’t walk or do anything really strenuous. I did do Pilates but that’s not cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went home for Easter and there was no food in the house, so I didn’t shop and ate whatever we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can we say Easter Reece’s Peanut butter eggs?&lt;br /&gt;4. I got sick, really sick this week. I did not feel like doing anything but lying on the couch and eating fast food and that is exactly what I did. Double cheeseburgers and mcnuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This morning I got sick, and threw up a lean cuisine stir fry, which is the worst tasting food you could ever throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being sick meant I didn’t exercise. Combine that with fast food and that spells RELAPSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I came back to school, but ordered a whole pizza out of exhaustion and laziness. And ate all of said pizza with accompanying chicken strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I’ll be back on track tomorrow. But I think I will skip the weigh in, or I will get disappointed. But maybe this will trick my metabolism and a week on my diet will get me back on track. And I'll loose a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-7848324645574859619?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/7848324645574859619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=7848324645574859619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7848324645574859619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7848324645574859619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-ive-been-bad-bad-girl.html' title='Why I&apos;ve been a bad, bad girl'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-7856350986542828599</id><published>2007-04-07T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:54:21.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Flying off the wagon</title><content type='html'>So kind of last minute I decided to come home for the long easter weekend.   Mostly because my mother and John are in texas, so i thought i would be nice to sleep in my own bed, watch satellite, and use the tivo.  So I got up yesterday and get mcdonald's for lunch cause it was convinent (bad).  I also woke up with a sore throat and also what felt like a sinus headache. But it wasn't bad enough for me not to head home.  An hour into the drive I got progressivly worse, I even thought of turning around. But instead I just stopped got some sinus stuff, but this did not help and I got worse. I got home finally, and fell asleep watching tv. By the time I got up I had a 100 degree fever, was nausated, headache, body ache, and just all over flu. Being in capable of food shopping or preparing  anything I ordered a pizza (worse) and ate 1/3 of a pint of ben and jerrys (yikes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And today I don't feel much better.  We didn't have food in the house and I was too exhausted to deal with the wal-mart easter crowd so I went to food world instead.  So Ive eaten off my diet all week and haven't been able to excerize and that is driving nuts.  Because I was doing so well.  I'm not going to give up, and I'm not going to beat myself up too bad. But still it irks me.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           Britt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.-if you find that lung I coughed up bring it back, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-7856350986542828599?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/7856350986542828599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=7856350986542828599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7856350986542828599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7856350986542828599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/04/flying-off-wagon.html' title='Flying off the wagon'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-4879510054847268451</id><published>2007-04-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:31:51.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rewards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>Trips , Slips, and Future Plans</title><content type='html'>So my weigh in was last night and I maintained, I would have rather have lost but I lost a lot of weight last week so it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Plus I twisted my ankle somehow (no recollection of this) which has spoiled my walking plans. But hopefully it will heal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, last night I went out with jenny, jana, and austin for our weekly cheat meal at pizza hut and then to sonic for shakes. This is all well and good. But today I was lazy and didn't have a lot of food in my dorm, so i ordered a pizza an chicken strips. Why oh why, did I do that. But I guess its just a misstep, I'm not going to beat myself up over it but I am going to go to the gym today. So maybe with flex points and activity points it will all even out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in the weight watchers booklet about a girl who rewarded herself every time she reached one of her mini goals. I thought that was a good idea so I will do that. My first thought was to celebrate with food, but then I realized that was counter productive. Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 300, I will get my hair high-lighted. I love when my hair is high lighted and I'm no longer a dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. But it is pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 270, I will invest in some new clothes. Sexy Dresses and such. And of course, Shoes. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; do I sound now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at 240, I will get some glamour pictures taken I've always wanted to do that! And I feel like that is when I will be feeling the best about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to work out,&lt;br /&gt;Britt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-4879510054847268451?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/4879510054847268451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=4879510054847268451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4879510054847268451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4879510054847268451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/04/trips-slips-and-future-plans.html' title='Trips , Slips, and Future Plans'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-2187569101503033722</id><published>2007-04-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T10:44:22.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my confession</title><content type='html'>The other day a friend of mine Lark came down the hall and gave me an plastic egg filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; candy. I thought how sweet, and then she said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry if this will ruin your diet." Some reason this had not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me. So i figured I could space out eating the candy and still stay on points. But I knew I couldn't so i threw  it all away. I feel awful. Don't tell on me!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Britt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-2187569101503033722?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/2187569101503033722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=2187569101503033722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/2187569101503033722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/2187569101503033722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-my-confession.html' title='This is my confession'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-2155286292169391049</id><published>2007-03-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:16.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riverwalk'/><title type='text'>And I would walk 500 miles</title><content type='html'>If you have been around me in the last few months you have probably heard me lament, " I hate to walk." And this is true, but if you ask me why I will tell you I find it boring. That is a white lie.&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;To me it is odd that people typically choose walking as their form of exercise. They say it is low impact, not too difficult, and rather enjoyable. This is as confusing to me as those problems you have to figure out in algebra about if this plane leaves New York going such and such miles per hours and another plane leaves Los Angeles at this many miles apart, when will the collide. And honestly, I would only be concerned about the plane collision problem if I was on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find walking long distances extremely difficult even after I ditch my flip flops for my pretty, new balances. I can bike 40 min and do cardio till I collapse. But when walking even after a short distance my calves feel as if they are locking up, and the longer I walk the more painful it gets. Little breaks do little to help this situation. It also irks me that my chubby friends do not have these problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named Katie (not chubby) who on Mondays we always walk to class together. She is around 6 feet tall with killer, long legs. By the time I get to front campus, which is only about 7/10 a mile I am huffing, puffing, sore, and trying to hide it. I don't know why I care if she notices. Sometimes i think I believe if she does not hear me huff and puff she won't possible notice that I am overweight and out of shape. (how crazy I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Cow, its taking me a long time to get to this point. OK, In Columbus there is a walking trail called the river walk. It is a mile and a half each way. Most of friends like to walk there, but I have avoided it like the plague. Claiming I'm too tired, too lazy, have to much work, etc etc. But really I am afraid I won't be able to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last weekend me and the girls went to various places to take some nice pics, and this is one of the places we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amazed by how pretty it was. So I decided to try to walk it solo the next day. So with only my walking shoes, a bottle of water, and my ipod playing annoying pop songs that I would only admit to liking if a gun was pointed at my head, I forged ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/Rg7zUIwhEXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TgXIN2zSGvs/s1600-h/riverwalk+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048239759602815346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/Rg7zUIwhEXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TgXIN2zSGvs/s200/riverwalk+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must say I enjoyed the walk even though it took me 80 minutes to walk the three miles, and I had to take several breaks. At the end, i felt such a sense of accomplishment. Slow and steady wins the race I guess. I also got to take in the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/Rg7ywIwhEWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8OnzitN3Hoo/s1600-h/riverwalk+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048239141127524706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/Rg7ywIwhEWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8OnzitN3Hoo/s200/riverwalk+006.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pretty scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention all the families, joggers, and dogs I get to watch while I walk. I'm a total people watcher. Really I am, it's on the verge of being a stalker, this is why I'm going into therapy. Stalking and getting paid for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did the river walk again, and I got my time down to about 60 minutes of actual walking and took fewer breaks. Already Progress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I be tagging a long with my friends to go walking any time soon? Nah, But I am going to walk 3x a week. I realize since it the kind of working out that is hardest for me, it should be the type I work on. Who knows maybe one day I'll be jogging. Never mind, One day I will by jogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-2155286292169391049?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/2155286292169391049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=2155286292169391049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/2155286292169391049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/2155286292169391049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-have-been-around-me-in-last-few.html' title='And I would walk 500 miles'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/Rg7zUIwhEXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TgXIN2zSGvs/s72-c/riverwalk+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-8932987870458805079</id><published>2007-03-30T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:40:34.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidelines'/><title type='text'>I can have my pasta and eat it too!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post these and than explain what i am doing to follow these guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Habits of People Who Lose Weight and Keep it Off&lt;br /&gt;- from "CNN Presents: Fat Chance" based on research by Dr. Jim Hill, Director, Center for Human Nutrition, University of Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Expect failure, but keep trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been lucky thus far as I have not experienced "failure." Or at least I have never gained weight or simply only maintained weight, I have always had at least a one pound weight loss. But I have failed in splurging on fast food or just not working out (sometimes i feel a nap sounds better). But i try not to beat myself up over these facts, and I just start over again the next day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its easy to screw up one day and then never start again. That will not be me. I fully expect I will gain a little weight at some point. And I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with that. In weight watchers we say, "this is not a diet, but a lifestyle change." But to me it still feels like a diet. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't deny yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the rule I most agree with. Yes I can deprive myself of junk food for now but I will not be able to avoid these foods for the rest of my life. I have to learn to eat what I want within reason. It's all about portion control. Plus, if I deny myself the foods I really want, i do not only end up eating what I want but an horrendously, shameful amount. But I have to state that now that I am living healthier lifestyle I have stopped craving a lot of my favorite foods. Chalk that up to education. I read that label on a box of pizza rolls and then it isn't even worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Weigh yourself often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really can't say I agree with this rule. But this also depends on person's personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; of "often." I would say that weighing yourself everyday is overdoing it. Your weight can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fluctuate&lt;/span&gt; so much for so many reasons. But I do think weighing yourself once a week is advisable&lt;/em&gt;. Plus then you get that shock of losing a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, well duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Find ways to add little bits of physical activity into your daily routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really have not added this step to my daily routine. But I have decided to start taking the stairs to my dorm room instead of taking the elevator. That is three flights of stairs, I am typically huffing and puffing at the top! To be honest, I decided to take the stairs a few days ago. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I get back to the dorm I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Eat a high carbohydrate, low fat diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only assume I really am doing this on weight watchers. Since low weight watcher point foods are low fat foods that don't skimp on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. And I love Pasta so I know I'm getting those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. In your face, Dr. Atkins. I can have my pasta and eat it too! And if I'm not following this rule , I don't care because weight watchers is working for me and that is all that matters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Eat about five meals a day starting with breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the most part I do, I tend to eat about four mini meals with snacks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. By doing this, I don't get that hungry (therefore fending off cravings)and my body doesn't think I'm starving myself and freak out my metabolism&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think these steps are common sense but very important guidelines for any diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-On a side note, I've been on points and worked out everyday this week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-8932987870458805079?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/8932987870458805079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=8932987870458805079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/8932987870458805079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/8932987870458805079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-have-my-pasta-and-eat-it-too.html' title='I can have my pasta and eat it too!'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-191272236947539552</id><published>2007-03-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:16.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><title type='text'>Love me down to my Pink Pink Panties</title><content type='html'>First off, I must say I had a really good week and I lost 4 pounds! That is two pounds more than my goal weight loss for this week. I'm down to 314 now, and only 14 pounds away from a 10% total weight loss and my first short term goal (300)! I'm very excited, I had a very on week. I was on points almost everyday. I walked an hour and a half one day, and did my crunch belly workout everyday but today. I really am trying to concentrate my weight loss in my belly area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing down what I eat &lt;/span&gt;and planning what I will eat that day was the biggest help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually excited about going to Weight Watchers this week because I just knew it would be good news. I am pumped up and ready to work hard this week. I'm trying to decide how I should celebrate once I hit my short term goal. I am open to suggestions. And of course Tuesdays are my cheat days so I went out for dinner and stuffed my face with cream cheese wantons. Now I feel like that girl on Willy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wonka&lt;/span&gt; who blows up like a blueberry. My boyfriend said that was a scary image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, tonight we talked about the reasons we really wanted to lose weight. And I have two main &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RgoXxowhEMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y3_P9BzgN0I/s1600-h/victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reasons. My father is 48 and lost his leg due to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RgoZc4whEPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SmhBJI2k7bM/s1600-h/V262902_CROP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046874316484972786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RgoZc4whEPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SmhBJI2k7bM/s200/V262902_CROP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; diabetes. I do not want to be like him, and by losing weight and making healthier choices I can change my future. The second one is more vain, I just want to look hot. I want to look in the mirror and like what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate goal is to be able to fit into Victoria's Secret panties. I love frilly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt;. And yes while I do love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lingerie&lt;/span&gt;/underwear that I have bought at Lane Bryant, I am in love with the selection that is in Victoria's Secret. I'm tired of buying solely &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RgoYiIwhENI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kk_xMCL-L8o/s1600-h/pants2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the perfume/lotion section. Heck, lets forget about the panties for a moment, I just really want to be able to wear one of the PINK suites with pride. Yes I want the word pink splashed across my firm, newly, toned butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that skinny girls can wear sweats and look just as good as they would dressed up? I want to be that girl who looks just as good in sweats as she does in dresses. So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My game plan this week? My goal is still to lose 2 pounds, to walk the river walk twice, do my belly crunch tape every day, and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;palates&lt;/span&gt; twice this week. Its a lofty goal but I think I can hit all these goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-191272236947539552?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/191272236947539552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=191272236947539552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/191272236947539552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/191272236947539552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/03/victoria-tell-me-of-your-secrets-ffff.html' title='Love me down to my Pink Pink Panties'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RgoZc4whEPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SmhBJI2k7bM/s72-c/V262902_CROP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-3561550270958048979</id><published>2007-03-21T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:41:54.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><title type='text'>I don't want to Gain it L.A.</title><content type='html'>When I was in L.A. with Adam, he took a liking to rubbing my belly. At first I hated it and made him stop. But later on in the week, I allowed him explaining that it made me self conscious even though he is a little chubby. But he told me he would rub my belly whether or not I was as small as Nicole Richie or as big as Roseanne. And it is always wonderful to hear that he would love me whether or not i ever lost another pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally went to weight watchers after missing two weeks, one for being sick and one for spring break which I spent in L.A. with my boyfriend. To say the least, i was nervous because I had been on vacation and had not paid attention to my diet. I also did not exercise too much, except foe the day I went to the San Diego Zoo. But I still managed to lose 1 lb bringing me down to 318. I do believe the not gaining weight has to do with the size of my stomach decreasing internally, this allowed me to not be able to eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am accepting that I didn't gain weight as a blessing, and am kicking it in to high gear tomorrow. I will go back to journaling and get back into working out, starting with Pilates class tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dissapointed because i missed last week's meeting because they discussed emotional eating and that is a huge problem of mine. I eat when I'm sad, anxious, and even to celebrate. I have found it hard to find new ways to channel these emotions. I could use some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to report that my friend Jenny joined weight watchers with me. I am hoping this will be helpful to me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway my goal for this week is 2 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chugging Along,&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-3561550270958048979?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/3561550270958048979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=3561550270958048979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/3561550270958048979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/3561550270958048979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-i-was-in-l.html' title='I don&apos;t want to Gain it L.A.'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-4019161049007266939</id><published>2007-03-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:44:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It never rains in Southern California</title><content type='html'>I feel bad because I didn’t go to a meeting last week and I can’t this week because I am out of town. I didn’t go Tuesday because I was really sick, and I didn’t go Thursday because I took a nap (awful excuse). But I hadn’t really eaten right all week. So I’m scared. And now I am out in L.A., spending spring break with my boyfriend. But honestly I haven’t eaten too terribly out here, except for some Reese’s eggs and eating at Fuddruckers tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan on doing a little swimming for exercise and to get a tan. And if I feel up to it, I may do my weight loss Pilates DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I have noticed since I started weight watchers? My stomach is smaller internally, I actually have to eat less to feel full, and I use to live for my next meal, but not so much anymore. I can comfortably wait longer before I eat, without feeling like my stomach is eating itself. And that is good, it makes staying on track simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still eating a lot of those hamburger helper single servings but I have also found I love the weight watchers yogurt (1 pt) and baked lays. I love the bake lays because they are low on points and aren’t greasy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been buying those fiber additives from vita splash; those are one of those things that you put in water. They give you 5 grams of fiber and taste pretty good. It’s very filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, I was happy to be going to California but was worried. I just worried about not fitting in, being the only fat girl in a crowd of skinny people. And While I have not noticed any fat girls, I have not felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my boyfriend is here telling me I’m beautiful, cute, and sexy every time I turn around. And the great thing about that is I know he means it. And it’s nice to know he loves me at my biggest, and eventually get to enjoy me at my smallest. It’s nice to be loved for me. I dunno where I would be without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-4019161049007266939?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/4019161049007266939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=4019161049007266939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4019161049007266939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4019161049007266939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-want-to-gain-it-in-la.html' title='It never rains in Southern California'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-9031643037853375906</id><published>2007-02-28T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:16.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>Bend me like a pretzel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/ReZnBuiAMHI/AAAAAAAAADw/SF6tGbEF_Xs/s1600-h/seok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036826512628658290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/ReZnBuiAMHI/AAAAAAAAADw/SF6tGbEF_Xs/s320/seok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had my second Pilates class today and I really do love it, even though for me its a little like self induced torture since I am so out of shape. And I can promise you that I do not look near as graceful as this picture. My legs never lift that high and I have to hold my legs at my knees. I am sure I look something akin to a turtle stuck on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class tires me out. It challenges me. I can't always keep up with everyone in the class (aka the skinny bitches-jk, people in the class are nice.) Sometimes I take breaks when no one else is, but its all about building my stamina. I know if I stick with it I will get there eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel like I did better today than last Wednesday but its hard to say. At the end of the class, I am highly aware of my leg muscles and my butt. Hello Glutty! But I am glad that it is kicking my ass because my ass needs to be kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some benefits of pilates improve strength, flexibility, and balance, tone and build long lean muscles, enhance mind/body, digestion, balance, and enhance mobility. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to stick with it. And I would suggest it to anyway else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-9031643037853375906?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/9031643037853375906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=9031643037853375906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/9031643037853375906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/9031643037853375906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-my-second-pilates-class-today-and.html' title='Bend me like a pretzel'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/ReZnBuiAMHI/AAAAAAAAADw/SF6tGbEF_Xs/s72-c/seok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-7523396809243765460</id><published>2007-02-27T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:47:46.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>Smoky Mountain Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>I had my meeting today. I did not want to go because I had spent an amazing weekend with my boyfriend in Gatlinburg, and that amazing weekend was filled with amazing food. Amazingly good but bad for you food. Hard Rock Burgers and Pancake breakfast, etc. I was sure I had gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered last weeks meeting on mentality, and not letting mistakes bring you down. And I went and I lost a ½ lb, and I’m happy with that. Mainly because I did not gain and it is still a loss, 10.5 lbs that is something to be proud of. Tomorrow is Pilates and my personal goal is 2 lbs this week, and to work out at least 3-4 times. But Ill keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took renewed pictures of me in the same outfit I had worn a few weeks back to see how my body has changed, and i can defintely see the slimming down and the smoothing out of rolls and i couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also nice to know I have a boyfriend who loves me at this size, but I'm not losing the weight for him I'm losing it for me. but its a win/win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really it is all about mentality. I am glad I went to the meeting, if I had gained i still would have been glad to have gone to the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Finds for this Week:&lt;br /&gt;minute maid soft frozen limeade (1 pt)&lt;br /&gt;6 inch sweet onion terrakyi sandwhich on wheat from subway (11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-7523396809243765460?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/7523396809243765460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=7523396809243765460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7523396809243765460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/7523396809243765460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-my-meeting-today.html' title='Smoky Mountain Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-6114193507101040171</id><published>2007-02-21T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:48:10.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>Best when i'm outta my mind</title><content type='html'>So i went to my weight watcher's meeting on tuesday, i really was not expecting to lose because i has just went on thrusday. But i had lost 2 lbs for a total of ten. I was happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting we talked about how losing weight is a mental thing as much as a physical. And how just making one screw up should not make us want to give up. I know i have thought, " well since I already messed up might as well...." But that is a bad way of thinking. And I am going to try to change the way I think of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also they talked about how easy it is to skip meetings if you feel like you had a bad week. But that it is important to come anyway, to get back on track. So I have decided to never miss a meeting no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is the first night where I spoke up and talked about my progress, what foods I liked etc. And I am glad I did, I felt so much more involved with the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going on vacation to Gatlinburg so I am going to do my best, but do not have great expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-6114193507101040171?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/6114193507101040171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=6114193507101040171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6114193507101040171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6114193507101040171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-all-in-head.html' title='Best when i&apos;m outta my mind'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-4217154110885384346</id><published>2007-02-16T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:48:46.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weigh in'/><title type='text'>The World is my Oyster, er Crab Cake</title><content type='html'>So I did not go to my weight watchers meeting on Tuesday partly because it was storming and partly because I know how much I misbehaved the week before. But I went on Thursday and I still managed to lose 2 lbs, so that wasn't 6lbs. but it is still something. I am still convinced it is coming off my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards my friends and I went to Applebee's for my cheat meal. I pigged out on steak, crab cakes, mashed potatoes, and spinach dip. And I am about to go and work out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I plan to work out everyday till Tuesday. Because I am getting weighed in on Tuesday, but also because I will be out of town next weekend (my boyfriend and I are going to Gatlinburg). I am going to try not to destroy my diet this weekend, but we will see how well this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself getting disappointed when my friends won't come work out with me. But I have realized something really important this is my journey not theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to make my biggest meal of the day breakfast. This is a difficult task since I can not always get my lazy ass out of bed before the cafeteria closes for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m off to dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Britt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-4217154110885384346?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/4217154110885384346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=4217154110885384346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4217154110885384346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/4217154110885384346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-is-my-oyster-er-crab-cake.html' title='The World is my Oyster, er Crab Cake'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-483621003859983523</id><published>2007-02-14T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:59:13.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing'/><title type='text'>Hunch Punch and Other Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this is week two and I've already started struggling a bit. I meant to be good this week, but several things were my downfall.First, on Wednesday I got some bad news. I tend to eat when I'm sad. So I gobbled down chicken mcnuggets, fries, and a double cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck, I was disgusted with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then on Thursday we gave presentations and one of my classmates brought crepes to serve. So I ate a crepe filled with chocolate, whip cream, and Oreo bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday I went to a party where I didn't plan to drink. But I spent the evening eating pizza, snacking, and drinking way too much Hunch Punch. Which really is only ever clear and tons of sugary Hawaiian punch. I could have shot myself the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I have been working out and will go weigh in on Thursday ( I couldn’t go today due a storm) even though I don't want too. I'm hoping that being accountable will keep me on track. And who knows with flex points and activity points I didn't do so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But some good things? I did supplement my McDonald runs for subway. It is healthier but more expensive. So it is a trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So valentine's is tomorrow. I have asked not to get candy. So instead my mother sent me some great books, and my boyfriend gave me a $50 gift card to amazon. I sure love that boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V-day to all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never Quitting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Britt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-483621003859983523?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/483621003859983523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=483621003859983523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/483621003859983523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/483621003859983523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/hunch-punch-and-mistakes_14.html' title='Hunch Punch and Other Mistakes'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-6041464693863116238</id><published>2007-02-07T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:17.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><title type='text'>Visions of Skinny Dance in Her Head</title><content type='html'>So today wraps up my first week on weight watchers. I went to the meeting tonight and I lost 6 lbs! I even made sure I wore the same outfit, so there would be no mistake. I was so excited. I could not stop grinning. I honestly believe I lost it out of my ass, it looks smaller! But I would much rather lose it from my Buddha belly. I kind of like my ghetto butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028733071349910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcmmFcQSCgI/AAAAAAAAADI/zFEYr1j_rzc/s200/lady_n_scale.gif" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from the meeting, I changed into one my pairs of my valentine’s lingerie and took side and front pictures of myself (I hated looking at them,ug.) As weeks go by and I loose more weight I want to compare them to the originals. You know like they do on celebrity fit club. Yes I watch that show. I am a sucker for bad TV with B level actors. If you put the Snapple lady on a treadmill, I am hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this week hasn't been so hard. I actually feel like I'm eating more than I was before, which I may be. But I am eating foods that are better for me in moderation every few hours. As opposed to fast food in gigantic proportions two times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly used any of my flex points this week. On occasion, I went over a point or two but I just didn't worry about that since I had my flex points and activity points from working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides following the points system I had one other major accomplishment this week. Not only have I worked out 4 times, yesterday I finished the weight loss course on the bike. The bicycle has a 28 minute weight loss course. It alternates between rest periods and high intensity periods. I did not think I could finish it and I nearly quit, but I did finish. And I felt so proud of myself. I hurt the next day but still for that moment I was so proud. It was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went out for Austin's B-day. We went to Little Tokyo and I pigged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028732504414226930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcmlkcQSCfI/AAAAAAAAADA/ovfkU3gEfrE/s200/sushi_clipart.gif" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I am going to count that meal as my flex points for the week and not worry about it. Everyone needs a little cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-6041464693863116238?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/6041464693863116238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=6041464693863116238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6041464693863116238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6041464693863116238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/visions-of-skinny-dance-in-her-head.html' title='Visions of Skinny Dance in Her Head'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcmmFcQSCgI/AAAAAAAAADI/zFEYr1j_rzc/s72-c/lady_n_scale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-6826939146925678996</id><published>2007-02-03T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:50:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Spins Madly On</title><content type='html'>" You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection."&lt;br /&gt;~Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote came from my &lt;em&gt;Getting in Touch with your Inner Bitch &lt;/em&gt;day calendar that my mother got me for christmas. I just think it is a fitting quote for my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing pretty well considering this is my first week on my first diet. Sometimes I go over by a point or two but with my bonus points from working out and extra flex points this should not be a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went grocery shopping, I took my point counter and only bought low point foods, I was so proud of myself. I bought low points foods so I could eat more and avoid the hunger trap. Because if I get too hungry, I pinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning for breakfast I had a bagel (5 pts) and cream cheese (2 pts), banana (1 pts), and some mango juice to drink (2 pts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the day I had one of those 100 calorie snack pack (2 pts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I ate a delicious stuffed pasta meal from Marie Calander (9 pts). And a another bagel with cream cheese (7 pts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies and ate another snack pack (2 pts) and picked up two double decker tacos (14 pts),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which put me over at for a total of 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be argued that this doesn't sound like a diet all, but maybe that is the point. All I have to do keep track of my points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I aim to hit the points exactly if not under a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Britt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7866808282168706183-6826939146925678996?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/6826939146925678996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=6826939146925678996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6826939146925678996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/6826939146925678996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-spins-madly-on.html' title='The World Spins Madly On'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7866808282168706183.post-3820845901213541089</id><published>2007-02-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:17.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Just A Little Intro Post</title><content type='html'>I'm just a Missouri girl, who is now living, loving, and learning here at Mississippi University for Women. Despite my roots, being a southern belle, drinking sweet tea, and saying y'all suits me just fine =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027422805676919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcT-Z8QSCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/3vTj_hGv6RE/s200/AIOtmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm a junior psychology major and a history minor. I hope to be a wonderful child therapist one day. Right now, I'm just focused on getting into Grad School (yikes). My college years have truly been the best years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027422535093979506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcT-KMQSCXI/AAAAAAAAABE/45Evg0T6uYg/s200/1125989254_lafieasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to travel, I love to sing in the shower, and I just might truly be the most random, silly girl you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027423402677373346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcT-8sQSCaI/AAAAAAAAABc/AueA6okbp84/s200/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have great girlfriends, an amazing boyfriend, a bright future, and a best friend who is also my mother. What else could a girl possibly want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027423986792925618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcT_esQSCbI/AAAAAAAAABk/EJsiCofnN8Y/s200/501da9bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What more could this girl want? This girl wants to the be healthy and happy. I am looking to be fit not skinny (though that would be nice too). I have been overweight for as long as I can remember. I could make excuses. I could tell you that my parents are overweight, which they are. I could tell you my metabolism sucks, which it probably does. But really when it comes down to it, I just love food. And on top of loving food I am an emotional eater. I eat when I'm angry. I eat when I'm sad. I eat all the time. I eat more than I should, and am always up for seconds. I have never been able to turn down that extra slice of pizza or that late night mcdonalds run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027424845786384850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcUAQsQSCdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1npSZfDMomA/s200/babyshower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;So here I am nearly 21.. I don't know how I let it get this far. Diabetes runs in my family, my father has just lost his leg and he is only 48. If I don't change soon I'm headed down that track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027425129254226402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcUAhMQSCeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oPJIMLGNzP0/s200/MVC-033S2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I joined weight watchers. I have 39 points and determination. I have never been this determined before. This is my journey. Only supportive comments please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/e8700f69.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 24px" height="26" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/e8700f69.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7866808282168706183-3820845901213541089?l=needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/feeds/3820845901213541089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7866808282168706183&amp;postID=3820845901213541089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/3820845901213541089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7866808282168706183/posts/default/3820845901213541089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needtobeabigtimeloser.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-little-intro-post.html' title='Just A Little Intro Post'/><author><name>Need to be a Big Time Loser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663003603459624574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/polarbear6517/photoshoot003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCDdlSMWLpM/RcT-Z8QSCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/3vTj_hGv6RE/s72-c/AIOtmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
