<?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-724707234905820140</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:27:37.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Fat Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Travel with me on my 37th (who's counting, right?) journey into the land of "I want my body back!" since my car accident, also known as the big fat excuse.  
Going Strong with no more excuses since April 13th, 2007!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-4744374931902844247</id><published>2007-10-18T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:18:37.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Bday Update</title><content type='html'>I've kinda been on strike from the internet for the past 10 days or so - I just needed a real break, and I'm not sure I'm done with it yet.  During that time, I had a birthday (almost), a major relapse into spinal pain (on the morning of my bday - which is why I decided to postpone it till further notice, since I spent my bday flat on my back - or on my stomach, when I went to the chiro/accu), got honored by the American Cancer Society (last night), reconnected with a high school friend (Jody) and a few other things that escape my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going strong on the diet front...  Although, oddly, my exercise has slipped a bit since I started back with the trainer 2 weeks ago.  Hm.  Doesn't really make sense... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 1st time I've worked out - and only 40 minutes on the arc trainer - since Saturday... because of the spine situation... really brutal on the pain front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going to a Mat Pilates Class (in 50 minutes) for the first time... It's "contra-indicated" according to all the spine folks, but so is everything else that makes you fit  - apart from walking, which actually causes wicked spasms and swimming which bores me to tears.  So..  we'll see.  I'll know tomorrow if Mat Pilates is a good idea or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cycling, of course, but it's fallen off from summer levels due to rain in the past couple of weeks... I'm happy to report though, that I'm upgrading on Saturday - getting a 21 speed bike. :)  Frankly, I have NO idea what I'll do with 21 speeds, but it's a gift in exchange for some internet help... so .. sweet... I'll figure out the details later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, 45 minutes till class time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing a size drop check again on November 1st.  Here's hopin'! And workin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Loving this season of Biggest Loser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-4744374931902844247?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/4744374931902844247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=4744374931902844247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4744374931902844247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4744374931902844247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-bday-update.html' title='Post Bday Update'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-5666731539556758096</id><published>2007-09-30T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:19.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I wait for the Rain to Go Offshore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rv_nSpz4IPI/AAAAAAAACJQ/oCY1AaTZB3o/s1600-h/PICT5441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rv_nSpz4IPI/AAAAAAAACJQ/oCY1AaTZB3o/s400/PICT5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116062009363276018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woman with worlds most expensive (and worth it, cuz sunstroke sucks) backpack (&lt;a href="http://rover.ebay.com/rover/1/711-1751-2978-71/1?AID=5463217&amp;PID=2438088&amp;mpre=http://sporting-goods.search.ebay.com/camelbak_Cycling_W0QQ_trksidZm37QQcatrefZC12QQfromZR40QQfsooZ2QQfsopZ3QQsacatZ7294QQsbrsrtZd" target="_blank"&gt;camelbak&lt;/a&gt;) wins wet tshirt contest.  SOAKED.  Head to toe. Hehe.  If you click on the pic, it'll enlarge and you can see the thoroughness of the drenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy as a clam.  And waiting for the storm to head offshore so I can continue my Sunday ride. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-5666731539556758096?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/5666731539556758096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=5666731539556758096' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5666731539556758096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5666731539556758096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/while-i-wait-for-rain-to-go-offshore.html' title='While I wait for the Rain to Go Offshore'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rv_nSpz4IPI/AAAAAAAACJQ/oCY1AaTZB3o/s72-c/PICT5441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-5683367809152841475</id><published>2007-09-30T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:29:17.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>It's 10 past 9 in the morning, and I'm barely coherent.&lt;br /&gt;One of P's idiot international fans was &lt;i&gt;kind enough&lt;/i&gt; to give me a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;about an hour ago... grumble... I  can't believe those numbers are still circulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  so the week in review:&lt;br /&gt;Food: Perfect - no carbs week number 1 complete. Ironically, it was Mark that wanted to restart/kickstart with another induction phase, and I hopped on to be supportive, and he gave up a couple days in saying he just didn't have enough energy with lifting and no carbs... s'ok - he has less to lose than me - take your time, dear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise: Very Good, but not excellent...  or maybe I'm just being hard on myself, because I only went cycling twice, due to all the rain...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoined the gym this week, and added gym cardio and weightlifting back into the equation.  Did I actually take a day off this week?  Umm.. yeah.  Yesterday.  I went to the spa next door and got a facial and soaked in the jacuzzi for hours... Ahhhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin looks great, but my spine is nowhere near as happy as I would have liked.  I don't get it - how can I feel worse after a day of pampering than before it?  Sigh... the esthetician must've hit a couple of my landmines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that a nice ride this morning will calm the beasties within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-5683367809152841475?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/5683367809152841475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=5683367809152841475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5683367809152841475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5683367809152841475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-6028668063013628046</id><published>2007-09-26T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:28:24.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away!</title><content type='html'>3rd morning &lt;br /&gt;in a row&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and it's raining too hard to go ride!&lt;br /&gt;and thunder&lt;br /&gt;and lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely feeling the weight lifting from yesterday though,&lt;br /&gt;so that's good...&lt;br /&gt;means I did enough to make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  to the gym I go for cardio and more lifting.&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't do biceps or triceps yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out a way to do those today,&lt;br /&gt;without troubling all the herniated disks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2-3, C3-4, C4-5, C5-6, C6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the RSD (reflex sympathetic dystrophy) in T10-12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, all the little landmines of my spine...&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;and the challenge of not setting them off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-6028668063013628046?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/6028668063013628046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=6028668063013628046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6028668063013628046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6028668063013628046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-3093268097666227738</id><published>2007-09-25T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:36:33.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Gym</title><content type='html'>A little updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the ride with Mosaic Sunday, and it was gorgeous...  not in a traditional sense of the word, since it was overcast and a little rainy, but for a 24 mile ride (20 with them and another 4 on my own after), it couldn't have been more ideal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the pack riding experience.  It was a first for me, and I found myself doing things, like riding on a very busy road and over bridges, that I wouldn't have normally done on my own..  very freeing. :) I also learned a little about how to maximize the pack riding experience... like making sure to be in the front of the pack when a bridge comes up - I got stuck in the back for one, and it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;brutal&lt;/span&gt; being behind the slowest riders going up a bridge.  Yucko.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna upgrade the bike soon too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I did nothing but get a massage...  also quite wonderful...  and even better, I didn't need to recuperate after the massage - big bonus.  The last time I got one, it released so much lactic acid into my system it actually knocked me out of the loop for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tuesday, I re-upped at the gym at the community center.  It was raining again this morning, so I couldn't ride, and it was just time.  I've been wanting to start lifting weights again anyhow.  So, I went to the gym, did my cardio there on the arc trainer for an hour, then set about to the machines...  and I found myself totally lost &amp; totally hating being inside a gym for a workout - instead of out on my bike...  a very odd feeling for me since I used to be such a gym rat... With the spinal issues and not wanting to injure myself, I kept to the lat pull, chest press and the leg machines... and then abs, plenty of abs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I was hoping my trainer would walk through the door and put me out of my misery... I waited and worked out about 3.5 hours... no luck.  SO I just called him a few minutes ago - he's on vacation in Puerto Rico, and he answered anyway - and we're gonna get going again next week. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very psyched.  I've dropped about 60-65 pounds since I was last working with him, so the workouts should be much more productive this go around... I can't wait to start lifting in earnest.  And more Pilates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also back on induction phase... This should be a VERY productive next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-3093268097666227738?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/3093268097666227738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=3093268097666227738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3093268097666227738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3093268097666227738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-gym.html' title='Back to the Gym'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-4900734627711542168</id><published>2007-09-22T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:07:04.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The Rabbi last night was really great... &lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back for more shortly,&lt;br /&gt;Just want to get a random thought out there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll begin to celebrate that with a 20 mile ride up in Hollywood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-4900734627711542168?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/4900734627711542168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=4900734627711542168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4900734627711542168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4900734627711542168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-868586512463303892</id><published>2007-09-20T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:23:53.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat Reality Check</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  still thrilled with my progress, but I just had a big, fat reality check in the clothes trying on department. :( 12 capris fit, 14 shorts don't.  I just tried em on, and I was hoping for an easy on, but not even by a long shot...  I'd guess another 10-20 need to come off in the belly.  The legs and tush were fine.  Where the hell did this belly come from?  Used to be the only thing that always stayed flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making progress, but not as fast as I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forging ahead...  as soon as the exhaustion from BB wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making a re-upping my gym membership to add on to all the cycling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-868586512463303892?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/868586512463303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=868586512463303892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/868586512463303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/868586512463303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-fat-reality-check.html' title='Big Fat Reality Check'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-3814568706435799342</id><published>2007-09-15T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:14:58.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been 6 weeks since I wrote anything here.  Unreal.  Big Brother has taken over my writing life for the past little while, but it's about to be over, so... back to personal blogging I shall be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  here's the good news: while I haven't updated my big fat blog, I have been working out (cycling) and eating as if I had.  Drumroll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started sometime in April, I was in 20s and 22s...  Last week, I randomly picked something marked 12 off a hanger to try it on, and it fit!!!!!!!!!  OK..  the word "fit" may be a bit of a stretch, cuz I wouldn't actually dream of sitting down in those pants just yet.  But...  (a big miami sized buttt)  I was able to get them on, no shimmying, no sucking anything in, no lying down... ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is definitely progress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still loving riding, and can't wait to get back to massive morning rides once it cools down just a little.  It's brutal by like 9am now, so I've barely gotten like 90 minutes in in the mornings lately.  I overdid it once a few weeks ago, and made myself pretty ill with sunstroke - damn near puked &amp;amp; passed out at the oasis while I was ordering my cortadito.  So, no more hero rides for me till it cools down... Sunstroke is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also cool..  LOTs of people noticing the loss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna re-start with my trainer October 1st.  :)  And gonna upgrade the bike for my bday present to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-3814568706435799342?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/3814568706435799342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=3814568706435799342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3814568706435799342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3814568706435799342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/09/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1656089097163340919</id><published>2007-07-30T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:47:44.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I woke up at 5am, blogged the overnight report, and then took my mother out for brunch.  On the way there, I was thinking, ok...  this is good...  first time she's felt well enough to get out in 2 weeks...  everything's getting back to normal...  all i ask for is a little less drama this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about tempting fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have brunch...  At the end of my meal, I'm sitting there peacefully, I look down at my empty plate, and there are 3 maggots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna let that soak in for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I felt immediately nauseous.  i got up from my table, brought my plate with me, signaled to the manager of the restaurant and said, "I'm about to be ill.  I need you to look at this," and handed him the plate.  He looked, said, "Oh my God.  Oh my God," and I took off for the bathroom. (i'll spare you those details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come back out, and still shaken, spoke with the manager, the cook, etc...  Honestly, they couldn't have handled it any better.  We determined it did not come from the kitchen, but the A/C unit above my table...  where more continued to fall once I'd left the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, they completely stepped up to the plate vis-a-vis medical, etc, and they're good people, so I'm letting it go.  I was grossed out, but unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  so I go from there to the Paramedics, who tell me not to worry, and call poison control to confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along...  I go to my favorite coffee joint for an espresso, make a couple calls, then call my mom to tell her all's well, and she tells me:"I did something stupid.  I lifted....  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart stops...  she just had the procedure a couple days ago...  no lifting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd had a sharp pain at the site of the catheterization...  ok, so I'm not going to the afternoon party...  I'm staying with her, making sure she's alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things calm down for a while, then I get a note from one of the commenters on the blog, asking if I wrote for another bb site.  I said no, never heard of em...  Long story short...  since the beginning of the season, they've been copying every single post and every single cap i've done and posting them as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I was livid doesn't even begin to describe it...  I spent all night, from about 11pm till 4:30am getting screenshots of all my stuff on the site...  and yes, I'm pursuing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I wake up absolutely thrashed at about 11am...  post a slap-ass overnight report..  and get ready to help my mother with a volunteer thing for some underprivileged kids...  we're supposed to ride over together with this woman, who as it turns out has brought 3 children with her in a small car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one look, then decide to ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding over there, and about 2 miles away, I'm chilling out, and just thinking, "please, God, just a little less drama this week." As soon as I thought it, the chain popped off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was I supposed to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1656089097163340919?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1656089097163340919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1656089097163340919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1656089097163340919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1656089097163340919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8133695281190118737</id><published>2007-07-22T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:44:09.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning 1-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:30am wake, coffee, blog the overnight report.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:15am - 10am get out early enough to avoid the mainlanders and end up Power cycling through the rain while dodging poorly corralled  triathletes in *my* oceanside park. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10-10:30 breathe, shower off all the sand from above, dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:40 cycle to park on opposite end of island for breakfast on no name harbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11:00 breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11:30am leave, too full, promise self to cycle at least another 30 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:30pm home from  nice ride around the island...  legs/spirit coulda gone longer, but the boss lady'd had enough. youch. and it's about to storm.  didn't realize till i was done how good a ride part 2 was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling  reminds me of those great moments when you were 9 or 10 that started with the words, "Race ya!" and didn't finish till everyone was out of breath with huge smiles on their faces from all the exertion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the sheer fun of intentionally riding through all the puddles you could find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8133695281190118737?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8133695281190118737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8133695281190118737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8133695281190118737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8133695281190118737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-morning-1-7.html' title='Sunday Morning 1-7'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1199591371208777751</id><published>2007-07-20T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:23:51.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rules</title><content type='html'>I am starving today!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my rides the past couple days, I've been composing blog posts in my head, and none of them started that way.  Quite a bit more lofty really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want food, and plenty of it.  It's 4:15, and I've been wanting to order Chinese for dinner since about 2 hours ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some new rules this week.  Since I've been doing trace carbs for like 3-4 months now, I think it's high time to re-introduce a few more carbs every day...  with a few conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have half a tostada and a cortadito sin azucar for breakfast, I must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle for at least 60 minutes in the morning, and complete a minimum of 5 laps back and forth along the ocean wall at Crandon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;...this morning i did 7 :)&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No morning workout, no carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all morning rides must be completed by 10am.  It's just dangerous to be out there during prime sun hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1199591371208777751?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1199591371208777751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1199591371208777751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1199591371208777751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1199591371208777751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-rules.html' title='New Rules'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1823788968842479212</id><published>2007-07-19T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:19.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of the most important people in my world + me (and 1 random guy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rp7u5mEhzoI/AAAAAAAAA28/a2EEiC5ZNEY/s1600-h/Carl,Chorti,Carolyn,Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rp7u5mEhzoI/AAAAAAAAA28/a2EEiC5ZNEY/s400/Carl,Chorti,Carolyn,Mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088767302214733442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1823788968842479212?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1823788968842479212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1823788968842479212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1823788968842479212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1823788968842479212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-of-most-important-people-in-my-world.html' title='2 of the most important people in my world + me (and 1 random guy)'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rp7u5mEhzoI/AAAAAAAAA28/a2EEiC5ZNEY/s72-c/Carl,Chorti,Carolyn,Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-4703737544674781812</id><published>2007-07-17T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:55:07.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunstroke Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I woke up crazy early today, got to work on the blog around 4:30am, and heard the call of the beach around 10:30.  By the time I took to my bike, it was closer to 11am, and I had a gorgeous ride along the ocean, including 12 laps along the ocean wall/boardwalk at crandon.  All in all about a 90 minute ride.  At 11am.  In South Florida.  In summertime.  Felt great while I was doing it, but at the moment, it feels like sunstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;***Note to self: stifle the inner voices that tell you to exercise around high noon.  Pardon me while I take a long cool shower.&lt;/ol&gt;Yeesh.  Definitely under the heading of dumbest things ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-4703737544674781812?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/4703737544674781812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=4703737544674781812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4703737544674781812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4703737544674781812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunstroke-anyone.html' title='Sunstroke Anyone?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-7595518140149190584</id><published>2007-07-15T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:38:22.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Soaked</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/1184513238-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/1184513238.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a great ride in what started as a very light cool drizzle and turned into a puddle surfing mess of fun. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...  drumroll please...  I got brave and tried on another size smaller shorts this morning..  and they fit! :)  so that's 4 sizes down, if anyone out there's keeping track.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the summer is 2 more sizes...  Feeling pretty great about it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-7595518140149190584?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/7595518140149190584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=7595518140149190584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/7595518140149190584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/7595518140149190584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/completely-soaked.html' title='Completely Soaked'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8374415317778705195</id><published>2007-07-11T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:32:39.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive and In It to Win it!</title><content type='html'>Bless me blogword, for I have sinned.  It has been AGES since my last post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone concerned, I just wanna letcha know that I am still very much in it to win it and 100% committed to m-e.  ;)  I've been completely on program and enjoying the heck out of all the cycling I've been doing...  even in the brutal Florida summer heat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was really nice.  At the end of my ride along the beach at Crandon and in the Quiet Gardens (which is what's become of the Crandon Park Zoo since Metro Zoo became the zoo about 20 years ago), I stopped by the Oasis for an espresso (no sugar, 2 splendas) and just to chill, and as I rode in, dripping wet, I was applauded by this pack of serious (uniform wearing, seriously tricked out) cyclists.  I've been seeing them at the Oasis for years, sharing idle chat, and this was the first time they'd seen me on the bike.  They were so sweet...  And all very happy for me, and happy to have a new convert into their world.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why haven't I been here blogging about my daily stuff?  Well, it's Big Brother season! lol..  For the uninitiated, you can come check out what's been keeping me so darn busy here:  &lt;a href="http://bb8dish.blogspot.com"&gt;bb8dish&lt;/a&gt;.  It's pretty life encompassing, but I'm not letting it interfere with what's most important. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In new news...  I gave up my car a few days ago.  I haven't been using it at all, since I've been riding just about everywhere, and I just decided I didn't want to pay for it to sit there anymore.  Between that and the horrific price of gas, it was just time.  If a hurricane comes, I'd have to rent an SUV anyway (cuz it's higher, so there's less likelyhood of flooding out), so no biggie.  I'll get another one when Big Brother's done for the season and normal life resumes.  For the moment, I'm quite happy to save the money and reduce my carbon footprint, as it were. ;) The Gore-ical would be so proud of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8374415317778705195?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8374415317778705195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8374415317778705195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8374415317778705195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8374415317778705195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-alive-and-in-it-to-win-it.html' title='I&apos;m Alive and In It to Win it!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-5393769477481664325</id><published>2007-06-30T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:16:21.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>Just checking in, in case anyone's wondering if I feel off the low-carb wagon.&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily removing my bb8dish hat, slipping into my cycling shorts and going for a ride!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  All is good on the diet front... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to self: I will not gain weight during Big Brother.  In fact, i will continue losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery and great excercise is calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-5393769477481664325?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/5393769477481664325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=5393769477481664325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5393769477481664325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5393769477481664325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/06/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1001427979896826662</id><published>2007-06-23T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:42:20.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphing Women</title><content type='html'>Went for another bike ride this morning... Not quite so painfully humid today, until you stop riding, sit in the shade for a moment, and realize the full onslaught of the heat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home and had this gorgeous video waiting for me in my email.  It's titled "Women in Art," and I highly recommend you give it a look.  Turn your sound up too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUDIoN-_Hxs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUDIoN-_Hxs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morphing Women just seems an appropriate video to have on this blog. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1001427979896826662?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1001427979896826662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1001427979896826662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1001427979896826662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1001427979896826662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/06/morphing-women.html' title='Morphing Women'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-9072251178851652018</id><published>2007-06-22T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:20.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Humidity Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnxGLPZVqLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JVGtTgUVSZ4/s1600-h/1182353139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079011638692391090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnxGLPZVqLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JVGtTgUVSZ4/s320/1182353139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from my fist attempt at late June cycling... I really may have to re-up my gym membership. It's so bloody hot and humid, I felt like I was cycling underwater, in the ocean, and about as fast. And it's just gonna get hotter and more humid as summer wears on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely air-conditioned treadmills, ellipticals and funkadoo-arc-thingy are looking mighty attractive right about now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-9072251178851652018?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/9072251178851652018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=9072251178851652018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/9072251178851652018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/9072251178851652018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-humidity-batman.html' title='Holy Humidity Batman!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnxGLPZVqLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JVGtTgUVSZ4/s72-c/1182353139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-4629033930454753571</id><published>2007-06-22T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:21.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaa-aaack</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh.. Well that was a much needed break! I've just returned from Minnesota, where I went for my cousin Deb's wedding, and then stayed on an extra 10 days to hang out with my cousin Cheryl and her hubby and kids. Talk about detox! Did pretty great on the diet too... Here're some pics from the event and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMavZVqGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WlpNiPsnw1M/s1600-h/123927691505_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877764561774690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMavZVqGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WlpNiPsnw1M/s320/123927691505_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;mom, caleb, jimmy, me &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;clever wedding photog took the family pics&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;AFTER the hora.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMavZVqHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ld1XWNtwbNU/s1600-h/417227691505_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877764561774706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMavZVqHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ld1XWNtwbNU/s320/417227691505_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uncle jim &amp; aunt pat hoisted up for the hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMa_ZVqII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/axwt7iKL7cA/s1600-h/623307691505_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877768856742018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMa_ZVqII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/axwt7iKL7cA/s320/623307691505_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lora and jimmy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMa_ZVqJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o0MKHEU09yY/s1600-h/636866691505_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877768856742034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMa_ZVqJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o0MKHEU09yY/s320/636866691505_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cale mom n jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMbfZVqKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7VqLxK8skb8/s1600-h/PICT5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877777446676642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMbfZVqKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7VqLxK8skb8/s320/PICT5345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;me n morgan, doing fishy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvLJ_ZVqEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TgjErvXeyUU/s1600-h/884086691505_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078876377287338050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvLJ_ZVqEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TgjErvXeyUU/s320/884086691505_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother Jimmy and nephew Caleb, looking oh-too-cool... l.a. meets rural minn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many many more pics, but that's enough for now. :) Needless to say, the photo-frenzy continued well beyond the wedding...  I still have to crop, edit, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  so let's talk food and exercise.  On food, I was aces.  I had 2 cheat days, and neither was insane...  the wedding &amp; a ladies night out.  As far as my regular exercise routine, well that definitely wasn't happening, and I have yet to get back on program with it, now 2 days back home...  Must get off ass very soon, or run the risk of watching it expand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-4629033930454753571?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/4629033930454753571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=4629033930454753571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4629033930454753571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/4629033930454753571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-baaaa-aaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaa-aaack'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RnvMavZVqGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WlpNiPsnw1M/s72-c/123927691505_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1945198138308807794</id><published>2007-05-29T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:22.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Last night at 7:30pm, the lawyer friend I've been working for since November called me to let me know he'd be by tomorrow morning (today) with some documents we needed to get together and get fedexed out. He'd blown me off Friday and Saturday, and hadn't called till now, so I wasn't too pleased with him, and all I said was "ok" (whatever). Then he told me how his stomach had been acting up all weekend, and I thought he was making excuses to get back on my good side, and I wasn't too sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10pm, his wife called me, hysterically sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I call his sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I called his ex-wife... the mother of his children. My bed-side manner left much to be desired, but to be fair, I was in shock. I'd only heard 2 minutes before, and all I could say was, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but J's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said something like, please tell me you're not serious. Then I went into the limited details I knew: He'd had a heart attack. She let me know that he'd been to see his daughters earlier in the day, and they'd all commented to her how bad he looked. I just kept saying, I'm so sorry. She asked me to get more details, like where he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called the sister. Cel phone off. Left her a voice mail saying to call me ASAP. Then I called the hospital, told them who I was and asked for whatever details they could give me... Paramedics brought him in an ambulance. By the time he'd arrived at the hospital, he wasn't breathing on his own, but he did die there, at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called back the ex and told her. She told me she'd told their daughters. Then i called her middle daughter's close friend to let her know her friend needed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started going through my cel phone and carefully choosing who to call next. Which lawyer did he trust the most. Who was absolutely the cleanest? Completely beyond reproach? I made my choice, and called his wife, also a close friend of J's to tell her first - J had introduced the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt like the Angel of Death since 10pm last night.. and all throughout the day today. It's not a good feeling at all... being the messenger of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to be done, clients to be contacted, affairs to be arranged. It's definitely not pretty, and I still feel pretty numb... though I'm sure that will end the moment I see his daughters. I'm just not sure I'm ready to do that while I'm still immersed in dealing with the business end of things. There are quite a few loose ends that need to be sewn up and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to this, but I don't feel comfortable publicizing it. All I'll say is this, and it ties back into an earlier post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addictions will kill you if you don't deal with them head on.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging them is not enough.&lt;br&gt;I guess that is &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; lesson from all this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually feeling angry and disappointed about the whole situation.  What a waste of a great mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction. &lt;br /&gt;Heart Attack.  &lt;br /&gt;Dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many opportunities to step back, take stock and get well over the past 7 months.  Three huge eye-openers such as - prostate cancer! - a car accident that should have been fatal and didn't leave a mark! - another hospitalization just 2 weeks ago for an infection gone haywire.  Nothing worked.  I feel like God was trying so hard to tell him, "You're special.  I'm not letting you go without a fight!  You have so much more to do here!  Wake Up!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addiction won.  &lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't release him.  &lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't fight hard enough against it.  &lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't give in and go into rehab.  &lt;br /&gt;And now his beautiful daughters have no father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet is feeling rather unimportant today, but I'm still on it and sticking to it.  There was a momentary death=shiva=food moment in a small section of my brain, but the larger, dedicated part of my brain knocked the weakling devil to the ground and ate some protein.  I haven't exercised yet today - there just hasn't been time - but as soon as I get a call from the lawyer I picked (who's currently meeting with the wife), I'll take a nice ride.  I could use a pretty sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpWMiydZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m3rVdxrOA7E/s1600-h/PICT5098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpWMiydZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m3rVdxrOA7E/s400/PICT5098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070183848045868434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpWsiydaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6C-VI-yH06o/s1600-h/PICT5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpWsiydaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6C-VI-yH06o/s400/PICT5159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070183856635803042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpW8iydbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iYCaatGrkT8/s1600-h/PICT5165crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpW8iydbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iYCaatGrkT8/s400/PICT5165crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070183860930770354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1945198138308807794?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1945198138308807794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1945198138308807794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1945198138308807794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1945198138308807794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-so-happy-tuesday.html' title='Not so Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlzpWMiydZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m3rVdxrOA7E/s72-c/PICT5098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-3386112285703123955</id><published>2007-05-28T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:22.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlrFpMiydYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t_YK5OakUu0/s1600-h/PICT4789memday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlrFpMiydYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t_YK5OakUu0/s400/PICT4789memday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069581642091361666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8am and I woke up like a shot at 5 feeling surprisingly un-sore considering the amount of cycling yesterday.  Then again, I haven't actually tried sitting on a bicycle seat yet, so who knows. Since I woke up so early, I've been tweaking my Big Brother blog for the past 3 hours - 5 weeks till the show starts, and I mean to be ready for it!  All my ducks in a row, so to speak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading over to a Memorial Day service on the Key Biscayne Village Green at 9, but before I go, just wanted to wish everyone a fun and a safe day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-3386112285703123955?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/3386112285703123955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=3386112285703123955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3386112285703123955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3386112285703123955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlrFpMiydYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t_YK5OakUu0/s72-c/PICT4789memday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-3415533490913945492</id><published>2007-05-27T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:13:01.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear God</title><content type='html'>I rode my ass off today.&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - 1:30pm&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm-6:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs?  Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hoohoo?  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit? Exuberant.&lt;br /&gt;Mental Capacity post rides? Hovering near zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet?  Still perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-3415533490913945492?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/3415533490913945492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=3415533490913945492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3415533490913945492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3415533490913945492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-dear-god.html' title='Oh Dear God'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-701353059547693201</id><published>2007-05-27T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:56:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In response</title><content type='html'>Good morning, World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a comment on my last blog that really gave me pause. Frankly, I found it depressing - not to me personally, but as a concept. So much so that I haven't written on this blog since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in holding on so tightly to our stories or our demons, because I believe it sets us up for failure. Our stories give us an excuse to fail. Instead, I believe in getting out there and moving, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've really committed to yourself and your health and your body, you've got to let the rest of the story go, and move on! We've all got a story, a reason for being however fat we are, and while introspection can certainly be a healthy endeavor, it can also be stilting. To me, it just rings of defeat.. and I'm not willing to accept or encourage defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, "I have a disease," in reference to food addiction is, to me, absolute crap, a crutch, and&lt;br /&gt;an excuse to fail again and again. When one has a disconnect between the brain and the belly, call a spade a spade, and figure out a way to deal with it, but don't lean on it... it's self-defeating and it's tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can leave you with anything, it's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let go of your story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be active of body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be mindful of what goes into your mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be joyful, because you are beautiful and you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost time to go ride! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-701353059547693201?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/701353059547693201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=701353059547693201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/701353059547693201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/701353059547693201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-response.html' title='In response'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-3430918247114820986</id><published>2007-05-24T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:30:21.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Incredible session with my trainer this morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Phew.  He completely kicked my ass..  in the best possible way.&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really took it easy physically for the prior 2 days, &lt;br /&gt;and I think it's just what the doctor &lt;br /&gt;(and the trainer)&lt;br /&gt;ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel completely re-invigorated!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at 7 working on tweaking my Big Brother blog&lt;br /&gt;for the upcoming season,&lt;br /&gt;Then to the gym/trainer.&lt;br /&gt;Just had a yummy breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;gonna work some more,&lt;br /&gt;then go cycling a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics later on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  so yesterday I was PMSing to the point that I wanted to damn the diet and eat everything I could find within a 3 mile radius.  I managed to stave it off by buying a low carb "treat" that was still within the realm of my program, and satisfied my urge to splurge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I gotta tell ya, the urge was STRONG..  so strong I had thoughts of just completely scrapping the diet and all the progress I've made for the "pleasure" of eating to the point where I would have likely become ill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm fine.  It was just PMS hormone abnormality...&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah the joys of being a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-3430918247114820986?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/3430918247114820986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=3430918247114820986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3430918247114820986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/3430918247114820986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-2317326784603280995</id><published>2007-05-22T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:11:31.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Afternoon Survey</title><content type='html'>I just came across this survey on a myspace weight loss support group, so I thought I'd share my answers with the class. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your workout like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It varies daily.&lt;br /&gt;-Sundays I do a minimum of 3 hours of bike riding.&lt;br /&gt;-Mondays and Thursdays I have a personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;(cannot afford him, but can't afford not to either)&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesdays I tend to take the day off.&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday More cycling or treadmill or arc trainer&lt;br /&gt;-Friday Some kinda cardio and a poolates class&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday couple hours of cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How have you benefitted from exercising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body feels like a body again, instead of a blob.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've taken ownership of my body again, instead of feeling trapped in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What challenges have you faced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 herniated disks in my neck&lt;br /&gt;RSD (reflex sympathetic dystrophy) in my Thoracic Spine.&lt;br /&gt;I've had both for four years now... Not fun, but I'm not willing to give in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Dr.'s be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you workout at the gym, home, work or somewhere else?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of the above and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cardio vs. Fatburning. What's the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to my understanding, cardio is when your heart rate is up around 75%&lt;br /&gt;and fat burning is around 50-60%. I focus more on the fat burning. Though cardio feels like I'm &lt;i&gt;doing more&lt;/i&gt;, and it's hard to resist, ultimately, it's less what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight resistance......machines or free weights?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Both. i love weight training. Always have. I'm not supposed to do it at all anymore but, like I said, I'm done taking no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you overcome emotional or mental challenges from exercise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i dunno. I suppose.. just from the endorphin kick. It's hard to be anything but happy when you're riding around the beach of a beautiful island!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-2317326784603280995?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/2317326784603280995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=2317326784603280995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/2317326784603280995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/2317326784603280995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-afternoon-survey.html' title='Tuesday Afternoon Survey'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8156626584779604367</id><published>2007-05-22T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:29:54.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ended up being a pretty painfilled day.&lt;br /&gt;Hate those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not cycling at all,&lt;br /&gt;and just went to my trainer,&lt;br /&gt;who couldn't believe how jacked-up my spine was,&lt;br /&gt;and told me I needed to take it easy the rest of the day,&lt;br /&gt;as there is definitely such a thing as over-exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow last night&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of self-destructive thoughts &lt;br /&gt;crept into my diet mind...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of taking a day off from low carbs,&lt;br /&gt;Going for a cafe con leche and a tostada this morning...&lt;br /&gt;(for anyone who doesn't live here in Miami, that's a sugared sweet Latte and Cuban bread, buttered and smushed on a grill - Delicious! and my breakfast of choice when I'm not doing low carbs)&lt;br /&gt;Just eating whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was related to the pain factor,&lt;br /&gt;and I haven't acted on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm all for the occassional 'cheat day,'&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I'm mentally ready yet&lt;br /&gt;to hop off the wagon&lt;br /&gt;and hop right back on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wedding is only 3 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll save the cheat days for Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe not even then...&lt;br /&gt;Just depends on the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8156626584779604367?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8156626584779604367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8156626584779604367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8156626584779604367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8156626584779604367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-2580152656196162047</id><published>2007-05-21T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:23.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>Took mom&lt;br /&gt;to her mammogram&lt;br /&gt;this morning, so I&lt;br /&gt;had to postpone my&lt;br /&gt;personal trainer till&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHQtMiydII/AAAAAAAAAFI/lYbCW7sfwC0/s1600-h/PICT4765web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067060530648347778" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHQtMiydII/AAAAAAAAAFI/lYbCW7sfwC0/s320/PICT4765web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic I took of her yesterday&lt;br /&gt;while we were riding in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny little thing.&lt;br /&gt;She got braces a few months ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHWJ8iydLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I5jwt1NBI_4/s1600-h/PICT4691web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHWJ8iydLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I5jwt1NBI_4/s320/PICT4691web2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067066522127725746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's her grill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she's even tinier now&lt;br /&gt;than she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHVNsiydKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xirn6CtL88o/s1600-h/PICT4682web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067065487040607394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHVNsiydKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xirn6CtL88o/s320/PICT4682web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the cop with the cushiest job&lt;br /&gt;in the Miami Dade Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, while she was in her dr's appt.,&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by Ross&lt;br /&gt;just to try on clothes&lt;br /&gt;and see what i could fit into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHQtMiydJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vEItwGorNZE/s1600-h/PICT4767web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067060530648347794" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHQtMiydJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vEItwGorNZE/s320/PICT4767web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report,&lt;br /&gt;unlike last month,&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't squeeze myself into most 20s,&lt;br /&gt;all the 18s I tried fit,&lt;br /&gt;and all the 16s fit my legs and tush...&lt;br /&gt;but not the belly yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did this belly come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those "they" people were right&lt;br /&gt;about your body changing after 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be everything else could blow up&lt;br /&gt;but my stomach would stay flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm definitely making noticeable progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just after noon,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm feeling a bit sluggish,&lt;br /&gt;probably cuz I haven't gotten any exercise yet today&lt;br /&gt;so I'm gonna hop on my bike and ride over to the beach&lt;br /&gt;on the north end of the island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, yup.. gonna show up sweaty for my trainer.&lt;br /&gt;Nasty girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-2580152656196162047?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/2580152656196162047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=2580152656196162047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/2580152656196162047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/2580152656196162047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlHQtMiydII/AAAAAAAAAFI/lYbCW7sfwC0/s72-c/PICT4765web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8353123930924610068</id><published>2007-05-20T18:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:58:59.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Sunday</title><content type='html'>Even as I'm sitting here completely exhausted, &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for my legs,&lt;br /&gt;which powered me through&lt;br /&gt;2 good rides today&lt;br /&gt;totalling around 3 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that my legs are&lt;br /&gt;realllly starting to feel tight again.&lt;br /&gt;I can see and feel the muscles in there,&lt;br /&gt;and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful I finally had the &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna take no for an answer anymore&lt;br /&gt;breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;in terms what what I can&lt;br /&gt;and supposedly can't do&lt;br /&gt;with all my spinal issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;that finally broke through&lt;br /&gt;and the rain that came before it&lt;br /&gt;making it a nice cool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the people around me&lt;br /&gt;supporting me&lt;br /&gt;in my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling thankful tonight&lt;br /&gt;for all that and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8353123930924610068?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8353123930924610068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8353123930924610068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8353123930924610068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8353123930924610068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/thankful-sunday.html' title='Thankful Sunday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8059835664770421982</id><published>2007-05-20T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:24.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridin' in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlB4psiydGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-YtVRewhBQs/s1600-h/sungoggles1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066682238518850658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlB4psiydGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-YtVRewhBQs/s320/sungoggles1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They only look like sunglasses. Today they're sun-goggles! Wish the raindrops all over 'em were more visible, but such is the nature of the cel phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlB44siydHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2wJCDDhXVx0/s1600-h/sungoggles2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066682496216888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlB44siydHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2wJCDDhXVx0/s320/sungoggles2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really something to be said for riding in the rain.  Kinda feels like being a 10 year old again...  in the best possible way.  Sure, I got soaked to the bone  and absolutely filthy, but both of those go hand in hand with that 10 year old feeling.  I'll be doing it again as soon as the opportunity presents itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8059835664770421982?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8059835664770421982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8059835664770421982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8059835664770421982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8059835664770421982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/ridin-in-rain.html' title='Ridin&apos; in the Rain'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RlB4psiydGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-YtVRewhBQs/s72-c/sungoggles1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-6148663388036570530</id><published>2007-05-20T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:48:00.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>I spent much of last night looking for weight loss support groups on myspace, 'cause I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather not do this 100% alone.  Trouble is, for all the groups that exist on there, many are really just ads, and most are quite inactive and/or full of people complaining about what they can't do vis-a-vis exercise or diet, instead of figuring out what they can do, and I'm past that point.  Looking for positive people, people who are truly ready and committed to themselves.  I guess it's a symptom of the situation - people just give up, or they're just not truly ready to even begin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to find 2 groups and a couple of individuals that seem active and positive, contacted them and fingers crossed, they'll get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9:28am, I'm on my second or 3rd(?) cup of coffee, and I'm waiting for the rain to stop!!!  I was planning on an early morning bike ride, then breakfast at Boater's Grill in Cape Florida - the state park on the southern end of Key Biscayne...  soon as it stops.  My alternate was to go to the Health Fair sponsored by local nbc on Miami Beach, but the streets are even more flooded there! Grrrrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be G-d's way of telling me to take it easy today? Ha! Fat chance.  More likely I'm just supposed to figure out another alternative.  I'll give it another hour, do some research on line, and if it still hasn't stopped, I'll pop in the Pilates CD I bought a couple years ago...  or the belly dancing one.  That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Doh!! lol...  then again, I could head over to the gym to do my cardio and a bit of lifting too.  Gotta say, I love that that was a complete afterthought.  Having always turned to the gym first, for so many years, now that I've re-discovered the great outdoors, the only time I've been going into the gym at the community center is Mondays and Thursdays for personal training.  Every other day it's either cycling, &lt;a href="http://www.poolates.com"&gt;Poolates&lt;/a&gt;, or walking outside.  Yup, yup..  I've now found a new use for the gym - workouts on a rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-6148663388036570530?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/6148663388036570530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=6148663388036570530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6148663388036570530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6148663388036570530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-morning_20.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8971370561624956276</id><published>2007-05-19T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:24.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From Here</title><content type='html'>What's the point of living&lt;br /&gt;in one of the most beautiful places &lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;if you don't get out &lt;br /&gt;and enjoy it to its fullest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Biscayne is that place...&lt;br /&gt;while I was out riding today&lt;br /&gt;I had a little epiphany:&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years,&lt;br /&gt;since the accident,&lt;br /&gt;I've been living as a prisoner inside my body...&lt;br /&gt;Inside whatever pain it has to throw at me&lt;br /&gt;on whatever day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with that now,&lt;br /&gt;and back to challenging&lt;br /&gt;and appreciating my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell ya,&lt;br /&gt;it feels a whole lot better,&lt;br /&gt;both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from a 2 hour ride&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a 1/2 hour walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this pic with my phone&lt;br /&gt;while i was riding&lt;br /&gt;in Crandon Park&lt;br /&gt;at the northern end of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors didn't come out nearly as vibrant&lt;br /&gt;as they are in reality,&lt;br /&gt;but have a look anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rk-Dw8iydFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-03qVZ10x0/s1600-h/FW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rk-Dw8iydFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-03qVZ10x0/s320/FW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066412982724097106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely cheaper places to live &lt;br /&gt;than Key Biscayne,&lt;br /&gt;but none better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8971370561624956276?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8971370561624956276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8971370561624956276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8971370561624956276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8971370561624956276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/view-from-here.html' title='The View From Here'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/Rk-Dw8iydFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A-03qVZ10x0/s72-c/FW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-4730676732928566064</id><published>2007-05-19T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:45:10.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll Please...</title><content type='html'>Today makes 2 weeks of low carbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report,&lt;br /&gt;I'm also down a size or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started,&lt;br /&gt;20s were tight,&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;18s are loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and downward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to buy a bike!&lt;br /&gt;The weather's gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm fortunate to live on Key Biscayne,&lt;br /&gt;which is where just about &lt;br /&gt;every cyclist in South Florida &lt;br /&gt;comes to ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-4730676732928566064?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/4730676732928566064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=4730676732928566064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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excercise&lt;br /&gt;my trainer had me doing&lt;br /&gt;that my stomach was in the way&lt;br /&gt;of doing properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears followed&lt;br /&gt;minimally&lt;br /&gt;but tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home later&lt;br /&gt;and put on my khaki's&lt;br /&gt;they were loose&lt;br /&gt;out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticking to the diet&lt;br /&gt;and working out&lt;br /&gt;doesn't hurt either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-6984369490799985391?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/6984369490799985391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=6984369490799985391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6984369490799985391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/6984369490799985391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/rough-thursday.html' title='rough thursday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1086347154575985373</id><published>2007-05-15T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:47:49.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Morning Quickie</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm really getting into the swing of everything now. :)&lt;br /&gt;The diet isn't painful.&lt;br /&gt;Food isn't a focus.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is actually feeling like FUN,&lt;br /&gt;since I re-discovered cycling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the sore crotch!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm told I'll get accustomed to the bike seat in time...&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps going 4 hours the first time out wasn't exactly brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;But..  it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I did it again yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;My inner tush (what you sit on) IMMEDIATELY protested,&lt;br /&gt;but my spirit wanted to ride,&lt;br /&gt;so I did! :)&lt;br /&gt;For about an hour&lt;br /&gt;with an impending storm darkening the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It was still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And the cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;- a gift this time of year in south florida-&lt;br /&gt;made me want to ride all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lordy, lordy...&lt;br /&gt;i may finally have a HEALTHY obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1086347154575985373?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1086347154575985373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1086347154575985373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1086347154575985373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1086347154575985373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-morning-quickie.html' title='Tuesday Morning Quickie'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-1203773397295014476</id><published>2007-05-14T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:48:24.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>By jove I think she's got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;for mother's day,&lt;br /&gt;at my mother's request,&lt;br /&gt;I went cycling with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I've been on a bike for at least 4 years,&lt;br /&gt;(since the accident)&lt;br /&gt;(cuz it was on my long list of things I'm not supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;and it was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;cycling along the beach,&lt;br /&gt;in the parks&lt;br /&gt;that book-end my island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my mom happy.&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;It was terrific exercise,&lt;br /&gt;and it was OUTSIDE the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting on final approval until I felt my spine this morning,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm happy to report, my spine is fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my adult life,&lt;br /&gt;I have an exercise that doesn't require&lt;br /&gt;headphones and a remote control to ward off the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exercise that feels more like an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RkhRS9_jE6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_CVHhi5LlVM/s1600-h/PICT4693web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RkhRS9_jE6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_CVHhi5LlVM/s320/PICT4693web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064387167298720674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...  an excellent understanding of&lt;br /&gt;why cyclists wear those silly looking padded shorts&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes ride with their tushies in the air. &lt;br /&gt;OUCH! &lt;br /&gt;At a glance, one would think I came equipped with ample padding,&lt;br /&gt;but one would be dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken about 3 hours into the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Red-faced from the sun...&lt;br /&gt;Sweating like..  an athlete! :P&lt;br /&gt;Not lookin' pretty at all,&lt;br /&gt;and happy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little update...  &lt;br /&gt;I've been PERFECT with the low carbs,&lt;br /&gt;working out regularly,&lt;br /&gt;and making progress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel and see changes all over my body,&lt;br /&gt;both in the way it feels and the way it looks,&lt;br /&gt;from my face down to my ankles,&lt;br /&gt;and especially my core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a whole lot easier &lt;br /&gt;and more enjoyable &lt;br /&gt;to be inside my skin&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;than it was&lt;br /&gt;a month &lt;br /&gt;or so&lt;br /&gt;ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off to the trainer I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-1203773397295014476?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/1203773397295014476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=1203773397295014476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1203773397295014476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/1203773397295014476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxfN0UAkf0/RkhRS9_jE6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_CVHhi5LlVM/s72-c/PICT4693web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8359135836225082873</id><published>2007-05-08T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:42:48.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Sucks</title><content type='html'>2:30pm, and I still haven't made it to the gym today...&lt;br /&gt;With the way my spine is still feeling, &lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's gonna happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain can be a bit overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;occassionally&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming and all-consuming&lt;br /&gt;considering i've been up since like 8am&lt;br /&gt;and i just now had some breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;no carbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to finish the wholesale order i promised to ship out today...&lt;br /&gt;so she can have it in time for mother's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond that,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be takin it easy today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it when my spine revolts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8359135836225082873?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8359135836225082873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8359135836225082873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8359135836225082873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8359135836225082873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/pain-sucks.html' title='Pain Sucks'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8915369989666139168</id><published>2007-05-08T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:50:55.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchie</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's personal training session lasted over 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it till it was over...&lt;br /&gt;Felt great doing all kinds of new poses...&lt;br /&gt;Things I definitely could not have done just a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i just didn't have the core strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, not so great...&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time since I started,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like some exercise we did&lt;br /&gt;caused me structural pain...&lt;br /&gt;spine stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cervical spine (neck) is not happy...&lt;br /&gt;not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it's just a wake up thing...&lt;br /&gt;or a slept on the wrong pillow thing...&lt;br /&gt;which is also entirely possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go do some light cardio and see if i can loosen it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8915369989666139168?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8915369989666139168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8915369989666139168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8915369989666139168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8915369989666139168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/ouchie.html' title='Ouchie'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8164636965638724589</id><published>2007-05-07T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:02:23.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thought</title><content type='html'>8:07am As I start the week, heading to the trainer at 9:30, the thought I want to focus on is this: It's all about commitment to self. The challenge is to remain equally, if not more, committed to myself than I am to all the other projects that demand my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment to self... the key ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? My health, my workouts, etc must remain on the top of my priority/to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today is day 3 of low carbs...  actually, full blown atkins...  going great...  and drinking plenty of water...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8164636965638724589?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8164636965638724589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8164636965638724589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8164636965638724589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8164636965638724589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-morning-thought.html' title='Monday Morning Thought'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-558033990189106439</id><published>2007-05-06T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:48:21.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>As of yesterday morning, I've decided to do the low carb thing, at least for a couple weeks, in an effort to accelerate weight loss, especially in the belly...  and in addition to working out 5-6 days a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new...  after my cardio yesterday (30 tread/20 funky arc machine), i decided to do some weight lifting...  for the first time in 4 years.  i did legs, which have always been my favorite, and it felt great!  i kept the weight light, for now, and just got back into the movement of it...  so far so good on the pain front.    it felt wonderful (and quite empowering) to be back on my favorite leg machine, even though there was only 90 pounds on it..  knowing i could be lifting 9x as much... and just blowing out the reps and ending on single leg presses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to breakfast in the park with mom...  Must be Sunday. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-558033990189106439?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/558033990189106439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=558033990189106439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/558033990189106439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/558033990189106439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-373227588927305962</id><published>2007-05-04T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:09:39.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>ok, it's been a few days since i posted anything... and frankly, a few days since i did anything... took me a couple to recouperate from relay for life, but as of yesterday with paul the trainer and today on my own with cardio, i'm back full force and on program. my intake was good throughout, but the excercise skidded for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely starting to feel small, positive changes with my body, which is such a great feeling... and with that my attitude - i must seem happier, cuz i'm getting lots of compliments... which adds to the self esteem, which adds to the positive outlook, etc etc.. it's all a cycle of positivity... and i'm quite happy to be in the middle of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, new rule: once a day, list a positive. whether i have time to write anything else or not... list one positive from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: today i re-confirmed my commitment to myself by exercising, making good food choices and taking the time to do my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Hair...  ok, remind me never to do it myself again...  Saturday morning, in the light of day, I noticed, and my mother was kind enough to point out to me, that my dye job was a hideous, freakish mess.  Fortunately, my longtime hair person, Iliana, was able to correct the mess without making my hair fall out! Yayyy...  On my honor, I will NOT attempt to play colorist to myself again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-373227588927305962?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/373227588927305962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=373227588927305962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/373227588927305962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/373227588927305962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-7069726084934636815</id><published>2007-04-22T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:06:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Streak</title><content type='html'>12:02pm Sunday &lt;br /&gt;Just got home from brunch in the park with mom&lt;br /&gt;And a nice walk around No Name Harbor&lt;br /&gt;And teaching mom what Russian Squats are&lt;br /&gt;in hopes she'll have some understanding&lt;br /&gt;of the meaning of quad pain&lt;br /&gt;by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..  i know how evil that must sound&lt;br /&gt;but at the moment&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the gym i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-7069726084934636815?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/7069726084934636815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=7069726084934636815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/7069726084934636815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/7069726084934636815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/04/evil-streak.html' title='Evil Streak'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-5149845619694835951</id><published>2007-04-22T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:05:25.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>It's 8:38am as I sit down to write this,&lt;br /&gt;and my quads are still screaming&lt;br /&gt;though not quite as loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so bad&lt;br /&gt;it was comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya know it's bad when you're so sore you'd actually consider calling out for help to get up from the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;and did 50 minutes of cardio, some abs,&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot of quad stretching...&lt;br /&gt;all with the intent of breaking down the lactic acid.&lt;br /&gt;It worked, to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping my muscles will have 100% recovered by 9:30am tomorrow morning, in time for my next meeting with the trainer... so I can do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, the plan for today is to do a cardio blowout.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do a minimum of 90 minutes of cardio &lt;br /&gt;(which i'll sandwich between quad stretches)&lt;br /&gt;on different machines if I get bored on one, hop in the shower, then try my luck in the pool with some of the poolates exercises i learned on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-5149845619694835951?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/5149845619694835951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=5149845619694835951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5149845619694835951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/5149845619694835951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-97083658178661038</id><published>2007-04-21T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T12:24:37.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday Report</title><content type='html'>OK..  I had my first training session on Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;It was tough.&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in so much pain right now, &lt;br /&gt;I can barely move.&lt;br /&gt;My quads are seriously cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;Getting &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt; a standing position&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt; a sitting position&lt;br /&gt;is cause for &lt;strong&gt;loud&lt;/strong&gt; grunting noises.&lt;br /&gt;No structural pain, though,&lt;br /&gt;which is good.&lt;br /&gt;All muscular...  which is great.&lt;br /&gt;There are still muscles buried in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  I even found my transversus (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;It's a lower ab muscle&lt;br /&gt;found directly above the FUPA,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the devoted little trooper I am, &lt;br /&gt;I actually went into the gym to do&lt;br /&gt;cardio&lt;br /&gt;AFTER my training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may have been one of the least intelligent things &lt;br /&gt;i've done in the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain began Thursday night,&lt;br /&gt;while I was helping out with a cancer fundraiser, &lt;br /&gt;and I have high hopes it'll end by the time i see my trainer on monday,&lt;br /&gt;so we can start the process all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I had to take my mother to get a colonoscopy,&lt;br /&gt;so I wasn't able to work out till much later in the day,&lt;br /&gt;and I opted for Poolates,&lt;br /&gt;which is Pilates in the pool,&lt;br /&gt;at the Ritz.&lt;br /&gt;It was great working out&lt;br /&gt;outside the gym&lt;br /&gt;in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;with a great teacher&lt;br /&gt;who has an even sunnier disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was my spine...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't liking the poolates as much as i had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;My RSD&lt;br /&gt;(reflex sympathetic dystrophy)&lt;br /&gt;flared quite a few times&lt;br /&gt;causing spasms around T10-11&lt;br /&gt;(never fun).&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm gonna give it a few more tries&lt;br /&gt;and see if I can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Usually the RSD doesn't kick in&lt;br /&gt;unless my cervical (neck) spine is completely jacked up,&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it's just a matter of readjusting my positions in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful bonus of taking a class &lt;br /&gt;at the ritz&lt;br /&gt;(which is next door to my condo)&lt;br /&gt;is the spa access that comes with it...&lt;br /&gt;So i took advantage and&lt;br /&gt;had a nice soak in the jacuzzi after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to head out the door to the gym...&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that warming my &lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY sore quads&lt;br /&gt;with about an hour of light cardio&lt;br /&gt;will be just what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my trainer happens to be there,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to beg for mercy and get him to stretch me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-97083658178661038?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/97083658178661038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=97083658178661038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little milestone tonight:&lt;br /&gt;I went to 7-11 a few minutes ago, and (drumroll please)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy any junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite a while there, I was buying everything my heart desired&lt;br /&gt;and eating it&lt;br /&gt;late at night.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consuming upwards of 1000 calories&lt;br /&gt;right before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 4am and having to throw up a couple times cured me of that habit.&lt;br /&gt;Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I went to pick up some smokes&lt;br /&gt;(also not good, but one thing at a time)&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't even think about buying chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time I've chanced going there late at night in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I discovered that sugar free fudgesicles&lt;br /&gt;cure the late night sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..  so tomorrow, personal trainer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8999221686469336747?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8999221686469336747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8999221686469336747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8999221686469336747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8999221686469336747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-off-kinda.html' title='Day Off, Kinda'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724707234905820140.post-8105842031493891286</id><published>2007-04-17T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:26:33.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days in</title><content type='html'>I'm 4 days into my 37th attempt at getting my body back.  &lt;br /&gt;4 days of minimum 45-60 minnutes of cardio on some gym contraption.&lt;br /&gt;4 days of stretching and ab work.&lt;br /&gt;4 days of not eating like a 5 year old with an expense account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes today special is...  today, I put my money where my mouth is - &lt;br /&gt;double entendre intended, since i'm gonna have to do without something to pay for the trainer i just hired.  $75/session, 2x/week, do the math..  that's an extra $600/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worth it.  I am worth the investment.  I will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lather,  Rinse.  Repeat as necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Goal - Get my body back into the size 8s taunting me in the closet...&lt;br /&gt;Considering I'm starting from a size 20 right now, It's a BIG FAT GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First little goals - &lt;br /&gt;1. no hang-over by june 10th - cousin's wedding. i can deal with the big ole butt (i live in miami, so it's a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;2. feel comfortable in own skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose black for the blog, cuz it makes me look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all supportive comments are welcome.  haters can gfthemselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724707234905820140-8105842031493891286?l=shmena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/feeds/8105842031493891286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724707234905820140&amp;postID=8105842031493891286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8105842031493891286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724707234905820140/posts/default/8105842031493891286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shmena.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-days-in.html' title='4 days in'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a297/CarolynFL/472368524_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
