<?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-6504939321417674455</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:57:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get Half!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-8988661866492557194</id><published>2011-06-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:06:34.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Accepted!</title><content type='html'>It has been about a year since I've updated this blog; after all, I lost about 45lbs, fit into a size 8, so now all I have to do is try and maintain that, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still walk, work out a bit, do my sit-ups and push-ups daily, plus I keep eating half, so maintenance has been pretty good. But really, what is to keep me going?  Do I just keep at this pace now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, I guess. At least that was the solution from my friend, Sheila.  Her degree is in nutrition, and she was not happy when she stepped on the scale at the doctor's two weeks ago and weighed in 7lbs heavier than she had been. Not that is a lot, mind you, but she is rather slender, and, as she pointed out, that could easily become 14 lbs by next year, 21 the year after that . . .  see where we are going here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her infinite wisdom, Sheila decided to set up a 30-day body challenge.  There are two goals - workout time over the course of the 30 days, and inches/weight lost in that time frame.  She knew I would go for it (and we did a $10 buy in, winners split the pot!) and as it turns out, so is one other friend!  So we are all vying for at least $15.  I'm game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, for these two women, *I* an the competition - I'm the one they have to beat - because they saw me lose 45 already, keep it off, and really start toning pretty well! They know I already have a workout and eating plan that works, so they are very funny in their sabotage attempts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I win or lose is moot - I win for health reasons regardless. It is the challenge with friends that makes it fun! And it gives me another "goal" to work toward, something that had been lacking over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila says that she already has a new idea for the next 30 day challenge in June - a sit-up challenge. Hmmm . . . I didn't know I was doing another one . . .  I guess sit-ups, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-8988661866492557194?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/8988661866492557194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2011/06/challenge-accepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/8988661866492557194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/8988661866492557194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2011/06/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge Accepted!'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-4111532718302340987</id><published>2010-05-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:11:33.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big reveal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't know who I am or what I look like. I am a 5'10" wife and mother of three kids. Here is me, with my hubby at Disneyland, one year ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XB9n5u9dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I9q6Qw8sJUo/s1600/disney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XB9n5u9dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I9q6Qw8sJUo/s400/disney1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468990586938652114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note the poochie-out belly and the double chin. This pic is what did it, this and one taken at a picnic just a few days before. You can hide a belly in the winter, but never the double chin; and bellies, back-fat, double chins all make a hideous appearance come summer.  Something had to be done.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this blog at the behest of my hubby who noticed my "eating half" diet and also noticed it was starting to work. I didn't think it would work, so I kept my mouth shut (haha - no pun intended) until other people started asking  me if I was losing weight. Then I fessed up.  This blog details some of my ups, downs, and tips inbetween, but eventually you have to get to that place where you made it - either stop focusing on losing weight, or hit your mark. What is nice about the getting half diet, I do it even when I'm not thinking about it - it has become a total life style change; it's not a diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you've seen the numbers; care to see pics of the "after"?  Here is me holding up a pair of size 16 pants - the ones I thought I looked "good" in (let me cry a little here at that idea): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XDb9AToCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tZFoIMPriQc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XDb9AToCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tZFoIMPriQc/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468992207511068706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see me behind it - almost like half a person!  And that is kind the truth; those big pants are size 16s, behind it I am wearing size 8s - my size in high school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XERdv7knI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fMBnTFWZIhQ/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XERdv7knI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fMBnTFWZIhQ/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468993126833820274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shirt is a bit drapy, so I had to tuck it in funny, but you can see the belly, hips, legs, and my no-longer double chin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XEnVhplTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y6FfOjpSnqQ/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XEnVhplTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y6FfOjpSnqQ/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468993502583559474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? It can be done! No expensive meal plans, no expensive gyms, no gimmicks. Just cut your food in half and start walking! If it works for me, it can work for you! Good luck on your journey! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-4111532718302340987?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/4111532718302340987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-reveal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/4111532718302340987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/4111532718302340987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-reveal.html' title='The big reveal'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S-XB9n5u9dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I9q6Qw8sJUo/s72-c/disney1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-6773810789751183590</id><published>2010-05-05T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:07:28.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So a funny thing Happened on the way to the Target . . .</title><content type='html'>Actually, it was in Target.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me preface this by saying I don't own a scale. I can't stand them - never have. To have my life dictated by the number on that scale just doesn't work for me.  Needless to say, when it comes time to then lose weight, knowing my current weight or how close I am to my target is a bit tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only use scales when I happen to find them. Otherwise, I use the fit of my clothes to see how well I am doing. Not exactly scientific, but when I have to hold up my "skinny" pants as I walk around a store, I KNOW that progress has been made. And that was me last Saturday, holdin' up my skinny pants.  I felt so good I bought a candy bar and actually ate most (about 1/4 of it went to my daughter - not quite half but she is keeping me mostly on the straight and narrow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem was, I didn't know where I was at. My doctor said to really stop at 170. That number seems HUGE to me, especially when I was 130 in high school, but I grew 2 more inches in college and the doctor says that 170 is  my lowest healthy weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So imagine my surprise when I see a lone scale out of its box on a endcap selling a myriad of scales. "Come, test me out!" It calls to me, and I look around furtively. I don't want anyone else to see me getting on that scale - not for the number, but for using a product I'm not purchasing. It's like stealing knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even kick off my sandals (every ounce I could spare was gone) and stepped on. 170. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to hyperventilate. I hop off and head towards the front of the store to finish my shopping, but my head will not let me accept that number - it was too easy. I have to go back and confirm. I race back to the endcap, put the scale on the ground again, kick off my shoes again, and step on.  170.  Oh. My. Goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My moment of zen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who is a nutritionist, and she says that I could be about 5% of that on either side and still be OK, which again still seems a big number, but that means I could probably be down to 160-165 and still be OK. Lower than that, closer to 150, is  really too low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I have that moment of zen; that moment where I can sit back and say "I did it." No lingering 5 pounds left. No, " I need to fit into a size 8" - nope. I'm done, if I want. I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part is, lately I only exercise sporadically - some weeks I hit the 3x a week on the head, with some bonus push-ups, sit-ups, and extra walking thrown in. Some weeks I'm lucky if I get one walk in. And I haven't been the best eater - still only half, but half of a lot of junk is still a lot of junk.   The thing that has kept it working is that 1/2 number. If I mess up exercise one week, my eating only 1/2 saves me. If I get some good workouts in, then yay me, I lose more that week.  Out of all my sporadic workouts and lazy exercising, eating half has kept the weight loss train going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to get those size 8 jeans I've been saving and pull them out for a Mother's day dinner this weekend. It is also my birthday - next week - so Happy Birthday to me - this loss is the best gift.  And I think I will use that birthday money to buy some new clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Size 8s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-6773810789751183590?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/6773810789751183590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-funny-thing-happened-on-way-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/6773810789751183590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/6773810789751183590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-funny-thing-happened-on-way-to.html' title='So a funny thing Happened on the way to the Target . . .'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-4986437610423995680</id><published>2010-02-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:16:04.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick yourself into losing some!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we all know that I am a sucker for junk food, and had to play mind games with myself to actually change my eating habits to lose weight. Hitting the treadmill didn't hurt either.  However, Girl Scout Cookie time hit last month, and I have not one, but TWO girl scouts. And as a leader, I have a garage full of cookies.  A GARAGE FULL.  Oh, my poor, poor willpower.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-UJH9QVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iG2m7gRSDww/s1600-h/gs+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-UJH9QVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iG2m7gRSDww/s200/gs+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439431703212671314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was still good. I made a joke to a friend that I usually eat a whole box, so I still get HALF (haha). Needless to say, I was a bit nervous when I had to head back to the dr for the full body checkup. Would the scale tell just how many cookies I had eaten the past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - it didn't! I PWNED that scale. Not really, I lost all of a 1/10 of a pound, but since I didn't gain any, I consider it a win.  So how in the heck did I still lose some weight while snacking on those co&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-lcCwWfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KV1rc2bRcXA/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-lcCwWfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KV1rc2bRcXA/s200/nuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439432000348903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okies?  A few little tricks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I still only get junk for dessert. If I want a snack, it is a small serving of fruit, nuts, or cereal. I can have all the water and diet soda I want with it, and if you don't believe, just try your fave diet soda and some pistachios and TELL ME that is NOT as good as a junk foodie dessert. It is almost as good as chocolate, and thus passes muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once a day, I can have a couple squares of dark chocolate with my fruit. Mmmmm . . . chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Still only half a plate at meals. That is the LAW.  Get out the knife and cut that food in HALF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get rid of the ground beef and use ground turkey. This has saved me this month, as we usually eat pasta (or chili or shepherd's pie) at least once a week.  Plus it has a tendency &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-urbBVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j9bCcKRZD1g/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-urbBVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j9bCcKRZD1g/s200/turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439432159096034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be cheaper at the meat counter. I never realized how many calories and how much fat I save by this one switch. And since I'm not a huge hamburger fan anyway, it was an easy fix. According the kids, the best baked spaghetti I have made this far was made with the turkey. I consider that a pretty good win.  AND my arteries are thanking me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take two girl scout cookies out for the box, put them on a plate, close the box, put it back in the cabinet, go to the other room, sit with plate, and eat only those cookies. Don't say you will stop at two, because you SO won't. Those cookies are like crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to drink some skim milk with breakfast. I notice I ALWAYS feel more full if I do that, even if I hardly eat any calories for breakfast. Milk sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-5KFnPLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8EAQMiFdx5c/s1600-h/pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-5KFnPLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8EAQMiFdx5c/s200/pudding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439432339126434994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Make more pudding, jello, and fresh fruit desserts. Have them in the fridge ready to go - that way you don't grab the junk just becuase it's faster. Make pudding and jello cups with small mugs and cover with plastic wrap. Keep them and the cool whip in the front at eye level so they are the first thing you see when you open that fridge to snack. Keep the milk and fruit there too, so when you want to snack, it will remind you: "Oh, I can have fruit and cool whip!" or "Oh yeah, I can have some cereal with that milk!"   This helps get you out of the mindset that junk is easy to grab. Yeah, that donut is sitting right there, and you can have half with a glass of milk for breakfast, but for a snack, that pudding in the fridge is just as easy to grab and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. And as always, whether it's a snack, a meal, or whatever - you only get HALF. Save the other half for later. m m m m. . . later . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arteries will thank you.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-4986437610423995680?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/4986437610423995680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/trick-yourself-into-losing-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/4986437610423995680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/4986437610423995680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/trick-yourself-into-losing-some.html' title='Trick yourself into losing some!'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/S3y-UJH9QVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iG2m7gRSDww/s72-c/gs+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-1667033904300257988</id><published>2010-01-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:35:11.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Pounds!</title><content type='html'>This sounds like I lost another 2 pounds, right? Wrong. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been following this blog, you know I wasn't happy with my weight. I am 5' 10", so I can get away with some extra weight, but that double chin was KILLING me - you just can't hide a double chin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't think I've given any hard numbers yet on what I weighed and where I'm at. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;I was a good size 16 and couldn't hide it anymore. I went to the Dr back in March of 09 for a check up and weighed in at 210.  That is more than I weighed when I was pregnant! I was horrified, and since this happened on the tail end of some other, not so pleasant life experiences, I decided at that moment, on that Dr scale, I had to do something. So I started taking half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June of 09 - this was a weight loss goal marker as we were going to Vegas (baby!) for a convention, and I wanted to look better by the pool and fit into a nice dress. I picked one up at Ross of all places - size 12. And it FIT, and FIT well! (Weird downside to losing weight - when you look better in clothes, suddenly you want to go shopping more often. I nearly dropped $150 on dresses one afternoon while shopping with my mother in law!) The convention was great and everyone commented on how good I looked (they had all seen the heavier me last year). It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late summer 09 I hit a small set back as my daughter was ill and exercise was the LAST thing on my mind, but I did keep up on the eating half part, so if I wasn't losing weight, at least I wasn't gaining any.  In October 09, everyone got sick. We caught H1N1 or Swine flu or Influenza A or whatever the flu was that knocks you on your back for 3 weeks straight. It is amazing how much weight you can lose when you only drink water and eat soup once or twice a day!  At the end of October we had a birthday party to attend, and the hostess, who had not seen me since June, asked where the other half of me was. Score one for major illnesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Halloween, I wore a wig as part of my costume, and a more distant relative didn't recognize me. That' when I really started to realize the change. Score one for wigs! Still a size 12, but now I was wearing my hubby's belts to keep them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving - the start of the scare - so much food! Half of a lot is still a lot!  Thanksgiving night my mom said she had a lot of her "skinny" jeans to give away, mostly size 10 and 11 (juniors, really?!), but some 8s.  The 12s and 14s were too big, and I did manage to squeeze into that size 8. Now we are getting serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Jan '10. I have to see the Dr about my hormone pills, and he asks if there is other questions I have. I decided to tell him about my weight loss and I need to know where to stop. He gets me on the scale. I almost can't look.  This is it, the real validation. I had stepped on a scale at a store, but I was fully clothed and didn't want to trust its accuracy, but this was the real deal. I closed my eyes stepped on, took a deep breath and looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 200?!  UNDER 180?!  I had not been under 180 in 14 years. 14 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 33 pounds, still ate chocolate, didn't kill myself working out, and I did it. So then, when do I stop? 165? 160? The good dr punched some numbers into his computer and said, "You are spot on."  I thought he meant my 165 number I threw out and said, "So, 165 is my target?" (12 pounds! within 12 pounds of my target!)  And he said, "No." (?) "No, you are spot on right now. Your target is 170-175. I will let you lose 7 more pounds total, but then you need to stop, or you start falling into the "too thin" category. So let's stop at 170."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot on? I did it? I am 2 pound from my true target, but could stop now? I am crying as I write this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the goals, hope for the best, but don't expect much when it comes to weight. It is a daily battle, and when we feel battle worn we turn to food to alleviate out stresses. I knew some weight was coming off, but the numbers weren't there. Do I fit into a 12?great. A 10? Awesome. But to know those numbers, to know I did it and lost that weight, that I am a healthy weight, 7 pounds from getting  "too thin?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-1667033904300257988?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/1667033904300257988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-pounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/1667033904300257988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/1667033904300257988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-pounds.html' title='2 Pounds!'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-8145169388991439811</id><published>2009-11-28T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:14:01.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please . .  .</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, I fit my not-so-fat-a$$ into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SIZE 8&lt;/span&gt; this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? Did I read that tag correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had several pairs of jeans that she wore once or twice when she lost weight for a cruise, and now wanted to gift them to me - the ones that fit, of course. Most of the jeans were size 11/12, which I will take - that is 2-3 sizes down from where I was in March of this year, and that is an accomplishment and a half (get it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she pulled out the 8s, she said "just try them. Call them incentive jeans."  I didn't think they would go up over my knees, let alone my butt, but there they were, buttoned AND zipped. I couldn't bend over, and I think I lost circulation in my legs for a bit, but those suckers were ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them in the take home pile. Incentive jeans, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-8145169388991439811?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/8145169388991439811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/11/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/8145169388991439811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/8145169388991439811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/11/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please . .  .'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-7118168547694312054</id><published>2009-11-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:37:38.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long haul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkJ1GPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_9Rvu-zOqw/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkJ1GPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_9Rvu-zOqw/s200/calendar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402360035820194034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has been MONTHS since I have been able to find a minute to myself - between kids, job, house, hubby, and homeschooling, exercise just falls by the wayside. However, I have had the presence of mind to keep on the eating plan (getting half of everything you could want to eat is not a bad deal) but more importantly, trying to still eat healthier. That means getting back on healthier snacks, and my old stand-by: cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about 2 months of chaos and business, and I started snacking more than I was comfortable with. Then we were sick for pretty much&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkJ5_nCSoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RG7QCevPkdQ/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkJ5_nCSoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RG7QCevPkdQ/s200/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402360119939975810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the MONTH of October (good for the diet, not for the exercise). THEN stinking Halloween came around - what is up with days marching along whilst I not pay attention?!  More snacking - at least those were bite-sized. And I began to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past week, right after my "time of the month" was over (that of course, was my miserable excuse for snacking), I got back on my band wagon. I have been walking at least once a week while the kids are at sports (it's about a mile and 1/2 around the park), and still doing sit ups and push ups about every other day. But getting back on the wagon means getting ON, and so back to my treadmill. I only got one extra day this week, but that is one day more than last week! Plus I did arms on BOTH days, and boy, I couldn't lift them AT ALL by Wednesday! Wow, that felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, it was Special K chocolate for snacks. Right now this is a fave, as it is extra crunchy and has chocolate! How can I go wrong with that combo?  And I am happy with the exercise - not a huge amount, but I am doing SOMETHING, which is always better than nothing. And the good news - the pants are still falling off my hips!  I really need to invest in a belt, but my hubby has two, and since he only has ONE waist, I just wear the second one! Utility for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkKE4n4H8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TnsCUBblsIQ/s1600-h/061228_chocolatDeligh_vmed_12p.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkKE4n4H8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TnsCUBblsIQ/s200/061228_chocolatDeligh_vmed_12p.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402360307043016642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I would love to get more exercise in, I will be happy with what I CAN do, and not lament what I can't. Meanwhile, I will stick with the half-eating, as that seems to be working wonders. I am in my skinny jeans, and they are starting to get baggy. Oh my, do I see a shopping trip in my future?  I hope so . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-7118168547694312054?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/7118168547694312054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-haul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/7118168547694312054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/7118168547694312054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-haul.html' title='The long haul'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SvkJ1GPUSPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_9Rvu-zOqw/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-2623979520271946255</id><published>2009-07-13T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:45:39.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout Out!</title><content type='html'>This is for you, Kang! (I hope I spelled it right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are at about the 4 month mark. None of my shorts fit - unless I want to hold them up with one hand when I run - and that is AFTER falling off the wagon a bit since our return from Las Vegas.  My exercise has been minimal (still doing sit ups/crunches and push- ups and wearing my leg weights) and I haven't been on the tread mill in over week! I did have hula this morning, so that is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been snacking a bit more since we've had some minor events over the past. The Good News is that I haven't been gaining, so the caloric count is still down and that is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today - and I got a HUGE compliment. I haven't seen another Tae Kwon Do mother since early April.  She walked in today and sat down to talk with me. She kind of stared me up and down, and made a narrowing movement with hands and asked, "Have you, are you, did you . . .?" I filled in, "Lose weight? Yeah, I've been on a diet."  She nearly jumped out of her skin and asked, "What have you been doing?! I keep working out but not like you!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her about the "I get half" diet and she was shocked. I told her I would email the link to this blog, and she just kept saying, "You are so beautiful and so sexy!"  And now I *feel* beautiful and sexy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-2623979520271946255?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/2623979520271946255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/07/shout-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/2623979520271946255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/2623979520271946255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/07/shout-out.html' title='A Shout Out!'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-7934237613105092264</id><published>2009-06-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:19:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Muffins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/Sjcq_eLwICI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OqKUcG53Q94/s1600-h/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/Sjcq_eLwICI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OqKUcG53Q94/s200/muffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347790352448233506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what the muffin is, correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the flab that hangs over your pants, outlined beautifully by a snug t-shirt.  I had come to terms with it, avoiding any tight shirts if I wore any waist that gave me a muffin. Unfortunately, that included MOST pants, shorts, and skirts, so instead I began wearing billowy shirts - empire waist, baby-doll types. The ones that make you look like your *could* be pregnant, but you aren't. I hate the muffin, but for the past 8 years, the muffin has been a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjcrFHmTk1I/AAAAAAAAAII/PmDZAM4MJwA/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjcrFHmTk1I/AAAAAAAAAII/PmDZAM4MJwA/s200/shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347790449464808274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I dressed in yoga pants (hand-me-downs from my younger sister who teaches aerobics. Needless to say, all the yoga pants gave me a muffin, even the loose fitting ones) and a t-shirt to participate in a Hula Dancing class with my girls. I was excited about this class, not for the least reason of added caloric loss - an extra hour of fat burning a week can do wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjcrP0LN9HI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MzzBkmfPbBo/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjcrP0LN9HI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MzzBkmfPbBo/s200/yoga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347790633229481074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the muffin was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muffin - none. While I am not tiny by any stretch of the imagination, and I still get a decent muffin with my tighter fitting jeans, this was the first time in a LONG time that a pair of pants did NOT produce the muffin. Instead of hanging over at the waist, I go in at the waist. Not quite high school levels, maybe close to college - but most closely resembling post -grad school, just before having my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. It is working. Thank the LORD, it is working. It is hard, and I HATE working out almost as much had I hate my muffin, but it is working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops - hated my muffin. Hated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-7934237613105092264?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/7934237613105092264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-muffins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/7934237613105092264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/7934237613105092264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-muffins.html' title='No more Muffins!'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/Sjcq_eLwICI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OqKUcG53Q94/s72-c/muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-3369267135552098815</id><published>2009-06-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:43:26.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This new site</title><content type='html'>My hubby encouraged me to document this little weight loss adventure. This way I have notes to help me remember what I did in case I ever want to write a book about it.  I have written quite a bit (some articles published, but no book thus far :(  ) so the idea of writing a book about my weight loss is not too far fetched.  I do have some minor issues though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I need to lose a lot of weight - just 30-40lbs. Do people really want to read a book about weight loss from someone who didn't REALLY need to lose a lot of weight? Even my doctor could not give me a medical reason to lose weight - technically I was in good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for vanity - totally. I wanted to look good in clothes, bathing suits, etc.  Plus, some other "life" stuff was going on, and it occurred to me that maybe my hubby would want to see a bit of the wife he married again - not the heavier "Mom" version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have kids. Do they really need to see mom pigging out on cookies? What model does that set for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culumination of all these thoughts lead to my "I get half" diet - the easiest thing I could think of to do to lose weight. Am I hungry  - yes. I go to bed with small grumbles a lot. Drinking a big glass of water before bed helps, but then I have to pee really bad early in the morning! But I have come to like that grumble. I know I can have half a granola bar to help alleviate it, or I enjoy it, because that is the sound of weight loss, ladies and gentlemen. *grumble grumble* can be a GOOD sound if you let it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is more than just the diet - I try to get on the treadmill every day, use ankle weights, do sit ups, push ups, arm weights, take the dog for long walks . . . it is the combination of all elements that has led to the weight loss - not JUST the diet.  But oh my, the diet helps . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, no matter what, I get half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-3369267135552098815?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/3369267135552098815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-new-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/3369267135552098815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/3369267135552098815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-new-site.html' title='This new site'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504939321417674455.post-2734326042259530528</id><published>2009-06-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:14:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I get half " Cult Following (reprint)</title><content type='html'>Evidently, the "I get half" diet has been pretty successful. Not just for me, but for others as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my homeschool group - I see them on a regular basis, and they were the first ones to really notice I was dropping weight. When I first told them all what I was doing, I was a bit embarrassed. I mean, really, there is nothing medical or proven about what I was doing. It just seemed like common sense to me that the easiest way to cut back on ALL my caloric intake was to cut it ALL in half. Then I just added in some of my own rules: fewer sweets, snacks had to be either fruit, cereal, or a cereal/granola bar (half, of course), and more exercise. I even picked up some ankle weights to wear around the house for the added caloric burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBX-Mxs2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/v0Z5VIy_sXg/s1600-h/ankle+weights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBX-Mxs2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/v0Z5VIy_sXg/s200/ankle+weights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829800196649826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some "half a gallon of ice cream" jokes, most of the women commented that it made sense and it was easy. No counting calories, keeping track of food, watch fat grams. The easiest way to cut calories is just to honestly CUT them - in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBMBR8e2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z1dDvfHSL8Y/s1600-h/ist2_4993530-half-cuban-sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBMBR8e2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Z1dDvfHSL8Y/s200/ist2_4993530-half-cuban-sandwich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829594865204066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first noticed it in my back - for some reason I was blessed with back fat. UGH. But that started dropping right away, and as a result, most people could see it dropping from my shoulders as well; I have a very defined collar bone now, and some strong tendons/muscles in my neck. Then my pants started falling off and the moms thought that was hilarious. My hubby has been talking about the weight loss for a week or more now, as it really sees it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point of all this?  That it is funny how some things get started.  My  homeschool moms love the fact I am losing weight without a "diet" - just common sense. Their reply was pretty much "That is brilliant" and as word has spread, that is the response I get. My baby sitter loved the idea, and now many of the homeschool moms are doing the same thing (with their own little preference changes). I have had a few other people ask me what I was doing to lose the weight, and they all have the same response too: "brilliant!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBgLebheI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_T_6Afw0KBw/s1600-h/brilliant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBgLebheI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_T_6Afw0KBw/s200/brilliant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829941199308258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the word is really starting to spread - my hubby (who has a huge, extended network of people he knows) has been telling people about it when they complain abou their weight. He tells them, "You know, my wife starting losing weight with her "I get half" diet. . ." and gets pretty much the same reaction: "Brilliant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result is this little experiment I wanted to try to see if it would help me lose some weight has now lit a fire with others as well. I never expected to be a cult icon - but my diet seems to be one! And hey, if it works . . . why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Losing everyone! Let's celebrate with half a glass of champagne and half a serving of cake! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBoZqHIGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xDvaHbtq8e0/s1600-h/champagne_toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBoZqHIGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xDvaHbtq8e0/s200/champagne_toast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830082445353058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504939321417674455-2734326042259530528?l=igethalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/feeds/2734326042259530528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-half-cult-following-reprint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/2734326042259530528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504939321417674455/posts/default/2734326042259530528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igethalf.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-half-cult-following-reprint.html' title='&quot;I get half &quot; Cult Following (reprint)'/><author><name>the muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13727176216619875663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SP5bBv1-eUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zFYJke8iaP8/S220/writer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHUH45H7wk/SjPBX-Mxs2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/v0Z5VIy_sXg/s72-c/ankle+weights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
