<?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-6035080550628321230</id><updated>2011-09-17T04:01:00.391-07:00</updated><category term='cooking food'/><category term='belly dance'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='trips'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='morning breakfest'/><category term='gilmore girls'/><category term='salad'/><category term='losing weight'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='status'/><category term='belt'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='creations'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='basil'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='over hearing people'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='tank'/><category term='work'/><category term='fried chicken'/><category term='jack daniel&apos;s'/><category term='brock'/><category term='tom'/><category term='walking'/><category term='suing'/><category term='fries'/><category term='dress'/><category term='steak'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='my day'/><category term='weight watchers mag.'/><category term='scales'/><category term='long horn'/><category term='long island ice tea.'/><category term='school'/><category term='calories'/><category term='work out'/><category term='yada yada'/><category term='crap'/><category term='food'/><category term='wondering'/><category term='busy'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='yarn'/><category term='sick'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='health'/><title type='text'>Curvy Sexy Goodness</title><subtitle type='html'>i karen will lose weight&amp;amp; remain me in the process</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3582650047463562912</id><published>2010-03-21T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:38:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the lovely simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/S6bxrG0yM8I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ds6OvjubLBU/s1600-h/lantern_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451310121847239618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/S6bxrG0yM8I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ds6OvjubLBU/s400/lantern_cup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have and laugh all day long. maybe tear up a little of cat videos. eat Ben and Jerry's because I'm not worried. map out some things I want to do in life and not worry about the rest. because this is life and I'm doing the best I can and having fun.&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/6035080550628321230-3582650047463562912?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3582650047463562912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3582650047463562912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3582650047463562912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3582650047463562912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-lovely-simple-things.html' title='all the lovely simple things'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/S6bxrG0yM8I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ds6OvjubLBU/s72-c/lantern_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3113490180366131761</id><published>2009-10-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:52:23.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creations'/><title type='text'>Something I made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/StDV7jlmnkI/AAAAAAAAAug/zUVr--s81qg/s1600-h/IMG000055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391043973104442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="neck wrap" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/StDV7jlmnkI/AAAAAAAAAug/zUVr--s81qg/s320/IMG000055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to wear it on my head but since I cut my hair short in the back I think it best not to. It's a bit odd shaped but you can't tell with it around my neck. I'm thinking about putting buttons on it if I find the right ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bit of news, I have an interview on Monday. Very excited and I pray it does go well. It's been awhile since I have had an interview so I'm a bit nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3113490180366131761?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3113490180366131761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3113490180366131761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3113490180366131761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3113490180366131761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-i-made.html' title='Something I made'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/StDV7jlmnkI/AAAAAAAAAug/zUVr--s81qg/s72-c/IMG000055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-8596821515566703720</id><published>2009-10-07T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:18:56.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cut'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SszpEOg6iqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JLM4zxI6gqc/s1600-h/IMG_8400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389939112880540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SszpEOg6iqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JLM4zxI6gqc/s400/IMG_8400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sszon1zDzaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AZmdFCs2F2Q/s1600-h/IMG_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389938625209421218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sszon1zDzaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AZmdFCs2F2Q/s400/IMG_8617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SszonuPiohI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MraoDbSIyiA/s1600-h/IMG_8616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389938623181398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SszonuPiohI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MraoDbSIyiA/s400/IMG_8616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awww, the before picture makes me miss my hair :( but it's crazy how a simple hair cut can make you feel different! I love the lightness and how easy it is to style it. I went for the 1920s Bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-8596821515566703720?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/8596821515566703720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=8596821515566703720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/8596821515566703720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/8596821515566703720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/10/ch-ch-ch-change.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-change'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SszpEOg6iqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JLM4zxI6gqc/s72-c/IMG_8400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2724597922041979259</id><published>2009-10-01T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:30:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fat Rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yUTJQIBI1oA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yUTJQIBI1oA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me feel more happier with myself. It's awesome how one person you don't know can make you feel confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted this on Blue Black Hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2724597922041979259?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2724597922041979259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2724597922041979259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2724597922041979259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2724597922041979259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/10/fat-rant.html' title='A Fat Rant.'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2792341789556564112</id><published>2009-09-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:35:04.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>Opinion Day and Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/have_a_cup1224598728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/have_a_cup1224598728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/have_a_cup1224598728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/have_a_cup1224598728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your opinion on coffee? Do you have a favorite kind, do you like the taste of it, do you hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would care to share please do. I've heard many things about coffee, two years ago when I went into a walk-in clinic the doctor asked me if I drank coffee on a regular basis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, not like the Gilmore girls but yes I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha---? Okay, well how many cups do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depends, if I'm just waking up at a certain time it's 2-4. If I'm going to work then its 1-3" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my ex-boyfriend told me that it wasn't healthy for me. I didn't beleive him though. I asked him why and he would just go off to another subject. Then she goes to tell me that drinking so much can cause me to have short term memory. I do have short term memory on somethings but if I just think about it and put it aside and doing something also I forget till moments later. Yet now, they saw coffee is a good way to sway from Alzheimers disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors change their minds as much as a woman can change her clothes in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT can coffee keep me from losing weight? I'm curious. I went to bed about 4am last night because Nathan wasn't feeling to well and he was freezing. So he turned off the fan and I immediately became hot. I asked him if he could turn it on and he replied that he could go to the living room. He "tried" to stop me but I slept on the couch. Kind of depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go to bed but I can't sleep. Turn on the TV, Outer limits is on. Infomercials are on, one about the Adernal gland is on. Have you ever seen it? Its advertising &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cylapril.com"&gt;Cylapril&lt;/a&gt; . I think their website and TV ad is a hoax. That's just me, I'll never trust anything on TV unless its in a well known store and I can return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "adrenal fatigue" has been happening on and off for about two months. I feel so tired after sleeping for a long period of time (without meaning to). I used to just wake up at 8am, now its like 11:30-12:00. I feel like I've fallen into a sleeping pattern that Nathan has. Is that possible? Living with him has kind of changed how I operate and I've told him that but he either shrugs it off or forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2792341789556564112?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2792341789556564112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2792341789556564112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2792341789556564112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2792341789556564112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/opinion-day-and-questions.html' title='Opinion Day and Questions'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3170642400357529250</id><published>2009-09-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:10:11.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking food'/><title type='text'>back from the dead</title><content type='html'>Today has been ridiculous. I woke up at 12pm after going to bed at 12am. Put on some coffee, had 2 1/2 cups, ate left overs from last night ( Mashed potatoes, peas and corn, and half of a tuna pattie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came by and gave me six frozen dinners for work and a pack of Hershey's dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm boiling broccoli. I wish I didn't lead my head of lettuce go bad. I also forgot that I had grapes to I picked the goods ones and put them with the rest of frozen ones. Chicken Noodle soup that Nathan made is still in the fridge after a week. Urgh.... I will NOT touch it, if I made it different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll put some cheese on the broc and salt. I have some sweet tea left over from two days ago. I'll make more either late tonight or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had one of those frozen dinners.  Stir fry rice and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385932338339640578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sr6s7QMF9QI/AAAAAAAAApI/t8bKNz1Gtps/s400/IMG_8210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3170642400357529250?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3170642400357529250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3170642400357529250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3170642400357529250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3170642400357529250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sr6s7QMF9QI/AAAAAAAAApI/t8bKNz1Gtps/s72-c/IMG_8210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-8725367822002991552</id><published>2009-09-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:40:57.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Bed Rest</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for the past few days but that has not stopped me from doing some workouts. Just some little weight lifting and eating less/right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but I will be on best for a bit. I feel a little better but that's after bein drugged and sleeping all day. Anyway, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-8725367822002991552?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/8725367822002991552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=8725367822002991552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/8725367822002991552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/8725367822002991552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/bed-rest.html' title='Bed Rest'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2132002062328297458</id><published>2009-09-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:09:23.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over hearing people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I went to the next town over to join Nathan at the Roxy to watch "9". He had a roast beef sandwich from his lunch and I ate it. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Goodwill and find two tops. I spent like an hour looking at stuff. I can't wait till I get smaller to wear some of the larges' and medium's again. You know? Some of the XL's I couldn't wear, I hate how some fashion labels measure their clothes. Ugh. When I was in the dressing room I over heard a woman talking about how the label's with one size fits All was sued. How in the hell do you get away with suing a "One Size Fits All" label? Who do you sue? Where do you come up with the idea? How does this work? Do you get money for it and if so why the hell did I not think of that? (Just kidding about me wanting to be the first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started to realize that it was kind of stupid to sue the One Size Fits All. I mean, if that person couldn't fit in a One Size Fits All then its kind of sad on their part. It's like over weight people suing freaking McDonald's. What the hell is their problem? Blaming a fast food chain on something they could just simply stop going to. Why not sue Kroger's for the things they carry or sue a donut store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to sue Kroger's for selling cookies and cream because I can't stop indulging in that product." or "I'm going to sue Krispy Creme and Donut Country just because I can't stop going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's pathetic and a waste of time AND money to sue companies like that. It's a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have visited fast food chains less then two years ago. Every now and then I'll go to Arby's and get grilled chicken or Sonic just put Grilled chicken and wheat bread on their menu. A healthy cafe opened up at the mall after Startbucks dropped out and they sale panini's, salads, bagels, smoothies, and other stuff. I love getting the Tomato and basil panini, it's amaaaaazing. The food court is food court hell. Greasy pizza, Chinese food, and Greek food. All loaded with grease and high in fat. It also smells bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all these thoughts came to me when this one woman was all about the One Size thing and the guy that was with her was agreeing just to make her stop. Do they even make One Size's for men? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----update----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course I'm trying to find the resource to the suing of the size issue. If I can't find and it and you can please post a link so I can read it and then I'll share it on my blog. If anyone reads the post. :) I'm going to post pictures of the dressing room photo shoot soon. That's another thing, I think when I go shopping or just to try on things I'll take pictures. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2132002062328297458?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2132002062328297458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2132002062328297458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2132002062328297458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2132002062328297458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-7065100996007135591</id><published>2009-09-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:44:52.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers mag.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Walk the Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SqfJvHFznAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2V22depWPfE/s1600-h/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490091111783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SqfJvHFznAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2V22depWPfE/s400/IMG_8082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture from my walk this morning at 6:45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day two of walking. Jogged for about 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Weight Watchers magazine has a 6wk chart for ones who have started walking/jogging. I'm on week 1 day 2 (kinda) I had miss read it so I walked for 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and jogged just 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; not repeat 7 times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;. Well I got day three. Then Week two is walk 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; jog 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; repeat 8 times for 32 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; on day one. Day two is walk 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; jog 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; repeat 5 times 30 min. Day three walk 2 and jog 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; repeat 4 times. 33&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you also know that if you walk a brisk 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; you burn 140 calories but if you jog for 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; you burn 280? I know my body, I have to warm up to walking/jog, and I set places to start and stop. There is a fenced community by where I walk and when I reach the fence I start to either fast walk or jog. When I reach the end of the fence I pace myself and walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My butt is feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also reading in Weight Watcher's that a good way to get yourself motivated is to take a hobby out with you. I am a freelance photographer, have been for 7yrs and I do not have a slim camera so I just strap it around my back. I want take it with me all the time but every now and then, like if I go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;greenway&lt;/span&gt; I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;: Three eggs and a bowl of cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snack: grapes, dark choc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch: Going to my mothers so not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snack: grapes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ritz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner: I'm thinking of cooking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; basil noodles and cooking so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;broc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-7065100996007135591?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/7065100996007135591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=7065100996007135591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7065100996007135591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7065100996007135591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-line.html' title='Walk the Line'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SqfJvHFznAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2V22depWPfE/s72-c/IMG_8082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-7838445256793502499</id><published>2009-09-08T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:14:05.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay okay okay okay</title><content type='html'>Clean slate. Clean it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have committed to not snacking when I crave something but to start drinking water instead. My pee looks good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have committed to getting up early and walk/running down my road. Today was the first day. I'll keep this up threw winter but if it rains I will make that a rest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I committed to only drinking 3 cups of coffee instead of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've committed to cooking at home unless I'm to tired then Nathan cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I plan on restartig my weight loss again after last years fail. Here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-7838445256793502499?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/7838445256793502499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=7838445256793502499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7838445256793502499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7838445256793502499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-okay-okay-okay-okay.html' title='okay okay okay okay okay'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3019237383490755597</id><published>2009-07-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:24:20.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SmM6j01_OcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gefZlC3ERBs/s1600-h/IMG000162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360192368655940034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SmM6j01_OcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gefZlC3ERBs/s320/IMG000162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tired and I went up a size in jeans. My ass is getting bigger and the other day I was putting in a new light to hang from the ceiling and my arm was caught between the couch and the wall. I couldn't move my elbow it. was. humiliting calling Nathan at his parents. I've been wanting a bike for months and I can't find one cheap, like cheapcheapcheap. Wal-Mart has a single speed beach cruiser for $85. I like the mens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to mow my moms yard and wash my scalp. My head itches. Life makes me tired. Liek I said I've been waking up late and just feeling worn out. I miss jumping out of bed and getting the day started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Something funny happened at work, when I WAS NOT THERE, Flava Flav came to Stones River Mall and made a apperance to our store. I'm never ever there when something cool happens. He had a PJ party at Club 527. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3019237383490755597?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3019237383490755597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3019237383490755597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3019237383490755597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3019237383490755597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SmM6j01_OcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gefZlC3ERBs/s72-c/IMG000162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2097272287762089291</id><published>2009-07-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:43:58.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>do these glasses make my eyes look big?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SlNQddbE40I/AAAAAAAAAh8/dgO6kRhr5wY/s1600-h/IMG_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355712848918274882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SlNQddbE40I/AAAAAAAAAh8/dgO6kRhr5wY/s400/IMG_6064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SlNQdLEE7RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UC2zlflckgY/s1600-h/IMG_6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355712843989970194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SlNQdLEE7RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UC2zlflckgY/s400/IMG_6061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of regret buying the top pair of glasses. The glasses are from Forever 21, last in the bowl. So of course I was like "oh!oh!oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did make up for it by buying The Thing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; at work for 7 bucks. I also emailed the CEO about some concerns with our store. She Replied.&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/6035080550628321230-2097272287762089291?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2097272287762089291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2097272287762089291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2097272287762089291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2097272287762089291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-these-glasses-make-my-eyes-look-big.html' title='do these glasses make my eyes look big?'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SlNQddbE40I/AAAAAAAAAh8/dgO6kRhr5wY/s72-c/IMG_6064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-6445024979771490911</id><published>2009-06-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:02:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SkQeInDGK4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/z1ZDoUI_MrQ/s1600-h/chicago-trip+489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351435390492748674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SkQeInDGK4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/z1ZDoUI_MrQ/s400/chicago-trip+489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, oh man, oh man. I'm flippin' tired. I spent all day. 9am till about an hour ago 7pm cleaning Nathan's parents house. I prayed/wished the other day that i could earn some extra money and i applied to many places around town again. well, i'm baby sitting in a few days with Nathan's sister and I just cleaned a two story house. Go me, Go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Athens, Texas and Chicago were awesome, you can read about on my other blog. Other than that, no much to report. Just going with the flow of things :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-6445024979771490911?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/6445024979771490911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=6445024979771490911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6445024979771490911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6445024979771490911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-elf.html' title='house elf'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SkQeInDGK4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/z1ZDoUI_MrQ/s72-c/chicago-trip+489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-4486113956042006905</id><published>2009-06-09T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:41:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 woman 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Si6CIpInXlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J9Bc34mxtYU/s1600-h/hippietop060709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345352892727909970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Si6CIpInXlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J9Bc34mxtYU/s400/hippietop060709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most recent picture from a few days ago. i feel sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you hear that? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think everyone said write that in their blog&amp;amp; then dress yourself up&amp;amp; flaunt what the good lord or whatever you believe in gave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm SEXY. your SEXY. we're all SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-4486113956042006905?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/4486113956042006905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=4486113956042006905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4486113956042006905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4486113956042006905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/06/22-woman-22.html' title='22 woman 22'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Si6CIpInXlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J9Bc34mxtYU/s72-c/hippietop060709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-6770262749278538630</id><published>2009-06-02T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:43:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SiVGg2N-JiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CW1iKkufATI/s1600-h/IMG_4762-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342754063068833314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SiVGg2N-JiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CW1iKkufATI/s320/IMG_4762-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SiVGgghTbFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/shjz7djYqPk/s1600-h/IMG000101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342754057244339282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SiVGgghTbFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/shjz7djYqPk/s320/IMG000101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do, so little time. i haven't planned my 22 birthday but i do know i want a two layer pinnapple upside down cake with 22 number candles. i'm also trying to plan on this chicago trip&amp;amp; figuring out where i'd like to go. so far i have four places on my mind. i really really really want to go to the navy pier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, more hours at work this week, huzzah. 7 more days left till my burfday, huzzah. one more week left till i leave town, huzzah. plan on losing weight, no huzzah. just want stick. i'm in a funk, perhaps if i read something that will inspire me. help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-6770262749278538630?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/6770262749278538630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=6770262749278538630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6770262749278538630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6770262749278538630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-to-do-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SiVGg2N-JiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CW1iKkufATI/s72-c/IMG_4762-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3085506465442035040</id><published>2009-05-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:25:56.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long horn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long island ice tea.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>eye twitched</title><content type='html'>i know when i get stressed my eye starts to twitched&amp;amp; i eat random things. i haven't been able to go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;admissions&lt;/span&gt; because my engine light is on&amp;amp; if i go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; fail. i have money ready to go for my car tags just sitting in my wallet. all $80 dollars. i wish i could use that money for something else like food for the fridge or something cute for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did score this amazing dress&amp;amp; tank top. Nathan bought my woven belt, all came from target. they have amazing plus size clothing there but the section it kind of small. figures. anyway the dress was about $26, belt $16&amp;amp; tank top on clearance was $11. all together it was about $60. my heart stopped when i handed the man my debit card&amp;amp; realized that was half my check right there. not even half, a little over half. so i told him to take off the belt, that's how Nathan got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we were going to grill out&amp;amp; have some steaks but we couldn't figure out the sides. so after about an hour&amp;amp; looking up the hotel we're going to be staying at in Chicago he said he didn't want to grill, that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; to take me out on a date. a date! oh, we haven't been out in months! i got excited because this meant i could were one of my two outfits. so i wore my tank top with the belt&amp;amp; rolled up jeans with some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt; my mom gave me. i felt cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a long island ice tea w/ water&amp;amp; he got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corona&lt;/span&gt; with water. i told him since we're getting steak to just order for me. BEST STEAK EVER. the fries were awesome too but best steak ever. i eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, EVERYTHING, i was so hungry. :p the salad, the fries, the steak, water&amp;amp; tea. i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tipsy&lt;/span&gt; by then, that tea was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had to go to the bathroom to let loose my belt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! i need to start taking pictures of what i were so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; can see it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, BTW, we went to Long Horn, never been, simply amazing&amp;amp; wonderful staff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3085506465442035040?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3085506465442035040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3085506465442035040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3085506465442035040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3085506465442035040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/eye-twitched.html' title='eye twitched'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3484209506631202005</id><published>2009-05-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:11:03.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilmore girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breakfest: just two cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: yum yum yum, steam brock, cheese&amp;amp; tom/basil. I'm boiling rice on the stove&amp;amp; will add the same with the mix. it taste soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifted some weights&amp;amp; did crunchies while watching gilmore girls. i figured i would do each for the length of each episode. works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sh7hNFlPjhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Scd8eoOacf4/s1600-h/IMG_4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340953823060921874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sh7hNFlPjhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Scd8eoOacf4/s200/IMG_4874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sh7hMkF-bFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AgRMeUd16CE/s1600-h/IMG_4873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340953814071405650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sh7hMkF-bFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AgRMeUd16CE/s200/IMG_4873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3484209506631202005?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3484209506631202005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3484209506631202005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3484209506631202005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3484209506631202005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfest-just-two-cups-of-coffee-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sh7hNFlPjhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Scd8eoOacf4/s72-c/IMG_4874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-7121444123336701730</id><published>2009-05-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:41:58.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning breakfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>good morning sexy!</title><content type='html'>breakfest--9:30&lt;br /&gt;-shower&lt;br /&gt;-three eggs, two bagels with low fat cream cheese, bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;- 90 cal ceral bar&lt;br /&gt;- yoplait lowfat yogurt/ strawberry banana org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan on the high cal morning to burn energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee is now down, might be having three cups. :) yum with coffee mate cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit---on my way to the coffee maker i twisted my knee...bad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what i'll have for lunch so when i find out i'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187699743719890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ShF_727PAdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3sPskw6bSq8/s400/IMG_3247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-7121444123336701730?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/7121444123336701730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=7121444123336701730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7121444123336701730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7121444123336701730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-sexy.html' title='good morning sexy!'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ShF_727PAdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3sPskw6bSq8/s72-c/IMG_3247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-4773253844997648126</id><published>2009-05-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:04:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>splish splash</title><content type='html'>so, i'm going to start my day off by dancing along with rockabilly, bubblegum music on pandora, then i'll clean the apartment after i had already cleaned it. boxes are everywhere after nathan went on a rampage to look for his dress shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... dance dance dance, clean clean clean, visit mom, walk darla&amp;amp; the fridge is looking bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-4773253844997648126?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/4773253844997648126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=4773253844997648126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4773253844997648126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4773253844997648126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/splish-splash.html' title='splish splash'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2121027984127420527</id><published>2009-05-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:20:49.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>jour occupé paresseux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj46/bettiefanpage/bettie_page_pinup_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 517px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj46/bettiefanpage/bettie_page_pinup_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have not left the apartment at all today but i have cleaned a little. did the dishes, cleaned out the closet, cooked a pork chop for nathan, put on fake tattoos i got from work, made some pasta&amp;amp; watched gilmore girls. i'm on my period so i'm just feeling like a hermit but all in this chaos i forgot to cash my check but i had turned in a bank check to the company to make a direct deposit. yet what do i get when i go to work? a check, with no void on it. la de da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i also redid mu other blog, since i've basically redid my life style i thought i would do what any other fashion chic girl would do&amp;amp; just blog about it. yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out! &lt;a href="http://wildasart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue Black Hair&lt;/a&gt; , maybe you'll get some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---edit----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found this really cool website btw... &lt;a href="http://www.plusmodelmagazine.com/News/plus-size-modeling-news.html"&gt;PLUS&lt;/a&gt; enjoy!&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/6035080550628321230-2121027984127420527?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2121027984127420527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2121027984127420527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2121027984127420527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2121027984127420527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/jour-occupe-paresseux.html' title='jour occupé paresseux'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2439546281145252996</id><published>2009-05-14T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:16:41.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'MA SLACKER&amp;amp; A LOSER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez, i'm so lame with keeping a deal that i make to myself. but i did change.... my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335775818220553378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sgx71iYnxKI/AAAAAAAAAac/chg0q3iBAY0/s400/newhair2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more later, i gotta get ready for work. (sigh) soon i will be ready... i'll make myself be ready i'm just having a hard time finding support. yarg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2439546281145252996?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2439546281145252996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2439546281145252996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2439546281145252996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2439546281145252996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/05/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/Sgx71iYnxKI/AAAAAAAAAac/chg0q3iBAY0/s72-c/newhair2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-7759115450540799952</id><published>2009-03-24T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:23:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rearrange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScmHbZHm4bI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mLdiVZutt-I/s1600-h/IMG000062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScmHbZHm4bI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mLdiVZutt-I/s400/IMG000062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316929739756593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i did not do what i had planned out today. instead of walking slash running on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greenway&lt;/span&gt; i helped my mother rearrange her house. like switching the living room into the eating area to the eating area into the living room. it's weird but the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt; put our cable it kind of made sense to make the switch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabastine&lt;/span&gt; seems to like it since we always spend our time in the dining. our house is built weird anyway. my room was the garage, then den, turned into a master bedroom&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. the 70s was a strange time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just got side tracked. i did hear that if you just keep moving&amp;amp; keep your mind on something it takes you away from eating more. which did help. i had some cottage cheese&amp;amp; that was around 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST.... this morning i had another bowl of C.T.Crucnh with 2% milk. then after that nothing else. later i came back to the house at like 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; waited till i was positive i was hungry&amp;amp; fixed a bowl of cottage cheese. then after i did the laundry room (which BTW has not been cleaned since i graduated high school in 2006. after my father died in Dec of 1992 my mom's cleaning skills have slipped into I MUST KEEP EVERYTHING&amp;amp; this has taught me NOTHING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left the house around 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; to take out the trash&amp;amp; she my aunt about some crushed coke cans to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;recycle&lt;/span&gt;. i kept about cleaning till i was for real hungry. i heated a left over mini slice of pizza (my last one for a while, so sick of pizza)&amp;amp; a muffin from a wedding shower a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around dinner time like 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, i cooked us thin slice of steak (yum, i did very well this time, i for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;realz&lt;/span&gt; can cook steak now), boiled corn on the cob (the mini kind)&amp;amp; she cut up some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;potato's&lt;/span&gt; which i then boiled them&amp;amp; i made mashed potatoes with garlic salt. holy crap was it good&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; satisfied. now more eating past 7pm anymore. that cake that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt; bought is teasing me in the fridge but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not buying it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking worn out though, all this busy work has just drained me of not wanting to do anything but i do think i put push in some sit ups. yeah i think i might. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just have to wait till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;greenway&lt;/span&gt;, i work tomorrow&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to clean my room before i go in. i also need to fix some of my clothes to like kinda rockabilly slash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hot Topic&lt;/span&gt; look. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a drag when it comes to clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;buonas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;noches&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i decorated Nathans apartment... shhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-7759115450540799952?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/7759115450540799952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=7759115450540799952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7759115450540799952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7759115450540799952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/03/rearrange.html' title='rearrange'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScmHbZHm4bI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mLdiVZutt-I/s72-c/IMG000062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-6145760590165077444</id><published>2009-03-23T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:38:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 4 - Body Roll - Bellydance with Rachel Brice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Vpv8S3Q0lfE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Vpv8S3Q0lfE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these are very useful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-6145760590165077444?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/6145760590165077444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=6145760590165077444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6145760590165077444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6145760590165077444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesson-4-body-roll-bellydance-with.html' title='Lesson 4 - Body Roll - Bellydance with Rachel Brice'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-5845004572706879355</id><published>2009-03-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:32:54.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; keeping a journal by my side on things that i have done. for starts i have found out my true weight&amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not at all pleased. 250 pounds of pure loathe. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; greatly disgusted with myself. it seems so weird to see that in front of my face. i feel it laugh at me. oh well. i started my day off pretty well, i stretched for 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; each for 10 to 20 secs. i worked my upper body first then went to my lower body. i have figured out that if i take deep breathes i will be able to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; using my mom's Miami machine she order. i just did leg pumps because with the things that are pictured to do look slightly hard for me right now. i might break something at this weight. i then went to moving my upper body side to side with out moving my lower half&amp;amp; DAMN i sure do feel it in my sides. i then started to attempt belly rolls. those are extremely tougher then i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; mixing belly dance exercises with regular exercises. it seems to be a little bit better then the grueling let's just exercise routine. i will be going on my walk tomorrow, i did not today. i have been neglecting my sweet cat so i spent the day with him. he just slept while i watch some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; did my thing. less meow when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for the errors in my typing, my spell check is not working due to the lack of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; receiving&amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; typing extremely fast to clean Nathans kitchen. i walked in&amp;amp; it smelled so bad. (eye roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-5845004572706879355?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5845004572706879355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5845004572706879355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal.html' title='journal'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-1419947929886101614</id><published>2009-03-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:07:41.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>things i did yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScfBUliyylI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xaS5Wht8UQ/s1600-h/IMG000051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScfBUliyylI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xaS5Wht8UQ/s400/IMG000051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316430444553751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i ate breakfast, a little bit high in fat i guess but i figured i needed it later on during the day. it was a stuffed pizza slice from Papa Murphy's. i broiled it in the oven because Nathan has yet to buy a microwave or a toaster. i settled my tummy&amp;amp; listened to some tribal belly dance music to get the groove working&amp;amp; then started on sit-ups. i did about 40 total. i then started working my lower body with out trying to move my upper body. it's really tougher now since i did this exercise in November of 08. (eye roll) i'm trying to picture that motivation i had when i was 16&amp;amp; sitting in the back seat of my aunt's car. we were eating Wendy's&amp;amp; i just saw them shovel the fries in there mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 2pm i went back to my house to pick up Darla&amp;amp; we went to the greenway. i ran slash walked about 3 miles. i felt great afterword's. then i fixed a salad with baby carrots, ranch dressing with a bacon taste&amp;amp; sharp Cheddar cheese. i guess that's OK. around 9:30pm i cooked a late dinner with Nathan. two pieces of chicken, cayenne pepper, Montreal chicken, salt, pepper&amp;amp; sage were added spices. i then cooked mashed potatoes. enough for the two of us. Nathan went out&amp;amp; bought a cake but i have yet to eat it. we have yet to eat it because i fell asleep while he was doing homework for a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i ate a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch with 2% milk. nothing else so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna go back to my house, change cloths&amp;amp; work out. yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-1419947929886101614?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/1419947929886101614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=1419947929886101614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/1419947929886101614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/1419947929886101614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-did-yesterday.html' title='things i did yesterday'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/ScfBUliyylI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xaS5Wht8UQ/s72-c/IMG000051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3257064155413294134</id><published>2009-03-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:15:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy ground</title><content type='html'>for the past four days i have been walking Darla, my new puppy for about 2mths, on the greenway. i have lost weight&amp;amp; i can feel it in my jeans but i'm so scared to jump on the scale. i'm trying to best i can to get back on track but i make up these lame excuse to put it off. but today, i'm heating up food so i want exercise on a empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time. i'm renaming my site. instead of 70 pounds, which seems fare fetched for march now. i will lose twenty to 35 pounds. then we i get back from my trip from Texas&amp;amp; Illinos i will being the the massive weight blog with something better. i've made mentle notes&amp;amp; stick notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hear we go. i'm about to eat my breakfest. i'll begin my day with stretching&amp;amp; then sit-ups. when i get home form my boyfriends i'll grab my trustful dog&amp;amp; hit the greenway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need tips, good foods to eat. i love meat meat meat&amp;amp; veggies. i'm big pasta lover so anything you throw my way would be awesome.  i need all the help i can get because these trips are very important. going to two weddings, i want to look nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3257064155413294134?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3257064155413294134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3257064155413294134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3257064155413294134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3257064155413294134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-ground.html' title='holy ground'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-3965665583226886982</id><published>2009-02-12T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:36:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum</title><content type='html'>home made smoothies are the way to go. nathan bought a blender show he stocked up on these amazing smoothies he created. no sugar just plan holy fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been drinking more water&amp;amp; walking darla. i'll weigh in soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-3965665583226886982?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/3965665583226886982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=3965665583226886982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3965665583226886982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/3965665583226886982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/02/yum.html' title='yum'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-6789739661877418172</id><published>2009-01-26T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:58:12.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pump it up</title><content type='html'>dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have kinda of detoxing for the past few days. i have not worn make up for two days&amp;amp; i have been drinking more water&amp;amp; less tea. mom bought this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;  machine&amp;amp; i think it's working, my legs are sore as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel way better then i did a few weeks ago&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to keep up the no make-up thing till i go to work because let's face it, i work in retail, i gotta look good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna fix PB&amp;amp;J&amp;amp; have some water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;salut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-6789739661877418172?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/6789739661877418172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=6789739661877418172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6789739661877418172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/6789739661877418172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/01/pump-it-up.html' title='pump it up'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-4390756892388878882</id><published>2009-01-23T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:21:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attention</title><content type='html'>dear bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not be able to come on blogger freely anymore because my laptop has been struck with a virus&amp;amp; until i find the cd that come with the computer, i will have to wait till i see someone with a computer with internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how much ya'll random people love me. i'll be back asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-4390756892388878882?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/4390756892388878882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=4390756892388878882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4390756892388878882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4390756892388878882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/01/attention.html' title='attention'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2232204170614728756</id><published>2009-01-17T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:14:14.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swim</title><content type='html'>back on the water diet&amp;amp; with this crazy freezing arctic winds coming to middle tennessee i feel extremely lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2232204170614728756?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2232204170614728756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2232204170614728756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2232204170614728756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2232204170614728756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/01/swim.html' title='swim'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-5126859168305105315</id><published>2009-01-13T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:33:46.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SW2U31SowOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wyLLZ1hrNHc/s1600-h/IMG_2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SW2U31SowOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wyLLZ1hrNHc/s400/IMG_2867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291048824149164258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been hungry after 9pm everytime since like two weeks ago. i've kept it on the DL but it's driving me nuts. i often wake up craving sweets early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drinking water&amp;amp; eating on smaller plates to not eat a lot. so far so good. i'm just going with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-5126859168305105315?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/5126859168305105315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=5126859168305105315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5126859168305105315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5126859168305105315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip.html' title='trip'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SW2U31SowOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wyLLZ1hrNHc/s72-c/IMG_2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-5278146465447856096</id><published>2008-12-30T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:30:08.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack daniel&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='status'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SVnZx8kaLQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gTBiX2XbbvU/s1600-h/jack%26i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SVnZx8kaLQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gTBiX2XbbvU/s400/jack%26i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285495089791642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i figured it was time for an update before the new year. i have no done much per say in weight lose. mtsu gym is closed&amp;amp; i shall not be returning in the spring. i'll be attending motlow yet again but i will be going at the same time nathan does. very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rush holiday season is over for a bit in the mall or is about to be over with. thank goodness but this means lesser hours for me to work. increasing my chance on trying to find either another job or a 2nd job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan is moving out of his parents house hopefully son&amp;amp; this mean's, well, i'll be staying out there a bit more often then home. :) i on the other hand is stuck living at home, which makes my ego go down further south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is finally starting to get longer. if i lower my head or raise my breast the tips of my hair hit them. my goal is past the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture above is my current status of what i look like. it was taken at the jack daniel's distillery, about an hour drive from my home town.  i am happy&amp;amp; right now comfy. i'm still going for the goal but i am happy. nathan keeps me in check&amp;amp; always tell's me, "my girl looks so beautiful." or pretty&amp;amp; sexy. i like the sexy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mmmhmm, sexy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-5278146465447856096?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/5278146465447856096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=5278146465447856096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5278146465447856096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5278146465447856096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SVnZx8kaLQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gTBiX2XbbvU/s72-c/jack%26i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-15186346479916672</id><published>2008-11-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:46:55.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>i still weigh the same&amp;amp; things have been utterly busy since there is only 3 more weeks of school left. urgh... i feel awful for not doing anything for the past two weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail. epic fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-15186346479916672?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/15186346479916672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=15186346479916672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/15186346479916672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/15186346479916672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-4347439565133703031</id><published>2008-10-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:44:16.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>burn baby burn</title><content type='html'>i stayed on one machine for 30mins&amp;amp; lost 342 calories. i'm proud of myself! yaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't weight myself today&amp;amp; i probably want tonight. i'm going to work on my tribal costume for nov 1. i'm about done with my bra then my mother&amp;amp; i will have to tackle the skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food i had today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKFEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two packets of apple oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apples&amp;amp; ramen noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;peanut butter cracker pack&amp;amp; sierra mist&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ooooooh boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chicken&lt;br /&gt;cream corn&lt;br /&gt;apples&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; home made mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;with half a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no 2nds) still hungry too.... :( i love eating my moms 2nds!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to get my car fixed! good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-4347439565133703031?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/4347439565133703031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=4347439565133703031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4347439565133703031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/4347439565133703031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/burn-baby-burn.html' title='burn baby burn'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-420556576902181603</id><published>2008-10-21T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:12:57.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bond that never breaks but cracks</title><content type='html'>so, after a crazy two weeks, which doesn't really seem that long ago, my sister&amp;amp; i are talking again. things became crazy&amp;amp; i have no idea what happened but all is good. she become my work out buddy last night&amp;amp; i burned a total of 192 cals. i always fall short of my goal of 200 cals when i work out. but maybe working out my lower body on the exercise equipment helped. i worked on my legs, arms&amp;amp; stomach area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have a busy day. i missed my art ed. class&amp;amp; have to turn in my journal to my teacher. problem is i have know idea what her office hours are. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had two peanut butter sandwiches for breakfest with a 2% milk&amp;amp; when i came home i picked up an orange cream soda, had the rest of a small chicken sandwhich with heated swiss cheese&amp;amp; mustard. after class, i came home to change&amp;amp; my mom brought home lasanga, rolls&amp;amp; cinamon rolls. gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after  worked out i had some chips at sabrina's house in a bowl, apple juice&amp;amp; a tiny piece of turkey on wheat, with tomato. later i came home&amp;amp; cheated... i had some cake. WAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm so sore. i just lifed some more weights before i hit the sack&amp;amp; wake up yet again to do my homework. rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-420556576902181603?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/420556576902181603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=420556576902181603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/420556576902181603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/420556576902181603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/bond-that-never-breaks-but-cracks.html' title='a bond that never breaks but cracks'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-5870495807899106350</id><published>2008-10-21T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:27:23.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>butter my butt&amp; call me a bisket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/usnews/20081020/ts_usnews/10thingsthefoodindustrydoesntwantyoutoknow"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/usnews/20081020/ts_usnews/10thingsthefoodindustrydoesntwantyoutoknow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-5870495807899106350?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/5870495807899106350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=5870495807899106350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5870495807899106350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5870495807899106350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/butter-my-butt-call-me-bisket.html' title='butter my butt&amp; call me a bisket'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-583160420710270361</id><published>2008-10-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:36:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh gawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPth5rxPkZI/AAAAAAAAARY/r1f859lWaHM/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPth5rxPkZI/AAAAAAAAARY/r1f859lWaHM/s400/IMG_1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904633514889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i really really really need structure in working out. i've got eating well sized meals right, if you don't count the bbq, coleslaw&amp;amp; baked beans i had at the motorcycle rally at bumpus yesterday. hey, i earned it, i skipped breakfest to go riding for a good course but man, my ass was hurting by the time we got back. i then had corn bread&amp;amp; white beans provided by nathans mother. it was wonderful. his sister asked me what i wanted from the store&amp;amp; all day i kept thinking of a kit-kat bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did slip up though. i had a 410 cal apple pie from a gas station on our way back from the poker run. i was so hungry&amp;amp; i also had a dr. pepper. EEEEH! bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm cooking some pork with lemon pepper&amp;amp; heating up some tatters. :) i thought i'd make lunch while moms at church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-583160420710270361?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/583160420710270361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=583160420710270361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/583160420710270361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/583160420710270361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-gawd.html' title='oh gawd'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPth5rxPkZI/AAAAAAAAARY/r1f859lWaHM/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2913312026182436168</id><published>2008-10-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:13:30.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>105.9 the rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPfKMvKQ-eI/AAAAAAAAARI/tHyTYpRR-LE/s1600-h/the+new+life-after+596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPfKMvKQ-eI/AAAAAAAAARI/tHyTYpRR-LE/s400/the+new+life-after+596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257893410145106402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i figure it's about damn time for an update. i didn't do much in working out this week besides drinking water&amp;amp; eating less. not having any money solves this problem. the rec was closed during fall break, which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, i was let out of my 2D class todays early, so i went home&amp;amp; changed&amp;amp; headed to the gym. i didn't stay to long, being by myself kinda sucks but i'll get over it. sarah had work till 5 but later texted me saying she was doing over time, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together i have lost 185 calories for today. plus, i lifted weights, but not with my arms. i feel out numbered with all the "hot" guys in the weight lifting room. they all think their so buff with their toned arms&amp;amp; ripped chest. (mmmhm) nathan is nothing like them, he said he used to be but since he moved here to tennessee he stopped. its because in Texas, they care more about football&amp;amp; jesus than anything else. in growing murfreesboro, we care more about basketball&amp;amp; jesus than anything else. i care more about baseball&amp;amp; wicca&amp;amp; art&amp;amp; photography. this doesn't flow with my mom very well. i grew up in church of christ&amp;amp; to her that a family member is wiccan would be an up roar. SOOOO, its on the DL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, nathan, to me, is perfect. every inch of him is comfort to me&amp;amp; i feel very secure. i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today i worked out for about an hour&amp;amp; 30 mins. i think? i'm not sure how much i weigh, i'm a little bit affraid to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while sitting in my math class i came up with a chart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;240 &gt; 170 = 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;235 &gt; 170 = 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;230 &gt; 170 = 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;225 &gt; 170 = 55&lt;br /&gt;220 &gt; 170 = 50&lt;br /&gt;215 &gt; 170 = 45&lt;br /&gt;210 &gt; 170 = 40&lt;br /&gt;205 &gt; 170 = 35&lt;br /&gt;200 &gt; 170 = 30&lt;br /&gt;195 &gt; 170 = 25&lt;br /&gt;190 &gt; 170 = 20&lt;br /&gt;185 &gt; 170 = 15&lt;br /&gt;180 &gt; 170 = 10&lt;br /&gt;175 &gt; 170 = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;170 = 170&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;green is what i've lost, purple is were i'm at&amp;amp; red is my goal weight for june 9, 2009 or before. i want to be hawt when i hit 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2913312026182436168?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2913312026182436168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2913312026182436168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2913312026182436168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2913312026182436168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/1059-rock.html' title='105.9 the rock'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/SPfKMvKQ-eI/AAAAAAAAARI/tHyTYpRR-LE/s72-c/the+new+life-after+596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-2397717809416049239</id><published>2008-10-11T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:47:46.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>YEAAH!</title><content type='html'>so, i just weighed myself on my stay at home scale&amp;amp; i have lost 5 more pounds! yesh yesh yesh! thats 10 pounds total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more 240&amp;amp;235 but i'm 230! ha! in your face cookies, ice cream&amp;amp; fried chicken. ummm fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on my other blog (riders on the storm) i put how i wanted to have a 32 oz steak from santa fe&amp;amp; be a member on their great wall of one of the people that eat the whole thing, two sides&amp;amp; a large drink. i might die so i think i will do soemthing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, i feel great right now. i have 60 more pounds to go. yaaaaaaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-2397717809416049239?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/2397717809416049239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=2397717809416049239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2397717809416049239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/2397717809416049239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeaah.html' title='YEAAH!'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-7640644017890613879</id><published>2008-10-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:16:53.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH!</title><content type='html'>so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; i went to the gym last night&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; new to my college&amp;amp; didn't know the hours of the gym. well it closed at 8.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have bad news. i lost a friend of 5yrs because we are two different people. she was like a sister two me&amp;amp; i want her to be apart of this but she just got tired of caring. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ened&lt;/span&gt; it last night because its not only our age difference&amp;amp; the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; older than her. its because she doesn't know what she wants&amp;amp; is getting out of control, i think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to school to be an art teacher&amp;amp; i don't need, hey wanna smoke pot? or hey wanna stay out till the butt crack of dawn.? i mean, i stopped doing that slowly after my first break up when i was 19. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be 22 years old next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; learning from my mistakes&amp;amp; making a change. she isn't. i mean, she's only 18 but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need that in my life. i can't be held back. there's more to this crazy story but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to make a huge deal about it. so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going step away&amp;amp; move on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to focus on my life; losing weight, getting more hours at work, trying to see my boyfriend, do my homework&amp;amp; be one of the grandchildren in my family to graduate college. there are only few who have. i want to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more info about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; born&amp;amp; raised in middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tennessee&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt; is the center of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tennessee&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an only child but some where out there i have a red headed step brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love motorcycles! not the speed bikes but nice sexy motorcycles&amp;amp; sitting behind the man you love. its a great feeling being behind a bike, you feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a wonderful supportive boyfriend who loves who i am&amp;amp; what i look like but understand what i want. i haven't told him that i love him but i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hottopic&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; have been there for about a year. i was a temp during the holidays for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; in 07&amp;amp; came back hired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;part time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; this year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt;. so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to rebuild my resume because last year i was a careless person who walked out of a job. i have my reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back living with my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the whole weight gain problem started at a very young age. i lost my father when 5 days before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;. my mom had a hard time dealing with the lose so there was always junk food. i was teased at school for the clothes i wore, my glasses,&amp;amp; the slight fat i had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 15, i was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; with my aunt, uncle&amp;amp; younger cousin. we were eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wendy's&lt;/span&gt; when i looked around me&amp;amp; saw them shoving fries down their mouths. it made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; sick so i didn't eat the rest of my food. i got home&amp;amp; started to work out the best i could. by my senior year of high school i was at my lowest weight, 165.  stayed that way till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; beginning of college in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i came to my highest at 240. i have lost 5-10 pounds&amp;amp; right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; slightly at 235. its a hard road to go down on&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so ashamed of myself for this happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will lose 70 pounds&amp;amp; get back in my size 12/13 jeans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be happier again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also used to be a smoker&amp;amp; i haven't since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; but i did have one yesterday because i was stressing out. i do drink beer but i have cut back to every month or so. i had a 6pack this month so no more till the end of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-7640644017890613879?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/7640644017890613879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=7640644017890613879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7640644017890613879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/7640644017890613879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgh.html' title='URGH!'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035080550628321230.post-5299395829436220043</id><published>2008-10-09T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:09:29.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two-three days a week for 4-6 hours</title><content type='html'>today, Sarah&amp;amp; i went to the Rec Center on our campus to start working out. i had asked her if she would like to be my work out buddy. this way i will feel support to lose the weight i gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we first started out playing racket ball, which i had no idea how to play but we got our hearts pumping&amp;amp; legs jumping. we then took a 8min break&amp;amp; drank some water&amp;amp; went up stairs. we got on the puke-ta-lip-tush. the thing that makes you run in place that burns fat in your but&amp;amp; legs. anyway, i burned 100 cals. we went down stairs again to the weight room&amp;amp; check out the different things. i did a bunch for about 20 reps each on 155 pounds. i'm suprised i can still do 155 pounds. i can still feel the burn in my legs&amp;amp; arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came home&amp;amp; eat ramen&amp;amp; half a glass of milk. before we went i had peanut butter w/ banna&amp;amp; a apple with water for breakfest&amp;amp; when i came home i eat a smal hamburger with swiss cheese, lettuce&amp;amp; mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to lift some weight i have in my room&amp;amp; take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035080550628321230-5299395829436220043?l=skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/feeds/5299395829436220043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035080550628321230&amp;postID=5299395829436220043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5299395829436220043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035080550628321230/posts/default/5299395829436220043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnygirlsareforwhimps.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-three-days-week-for-4-6-hours.html' title='two-three days a week for 4-6 hours'/><author><name>Gypsy with a Camera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958740551821119590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8cSo0riXV8/TCf2pCikBKI/AAAAAAAABGU/MuzTwNfiwkk/S220/IMG_1683.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
