<?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-2858014908541622366</id><updated>2011-12-29T10:51:19.086-08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='reading'/><category term='education'/><category term='me'/><category term='children'/><category term='hcgDiet'/><category term='stephen king'/><category term='vehicle'/><category term='50'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='confessional'/><category term='loss'/><category term='party'/><category term='goals'/><category term='self'/><category term='pregnancyHormone'/><category term='subaru'/><category term='winter'/><category term='100things'/><category term='lowCalorie'/><category term='diet'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='sti'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='diving'/><category term='aspirations'/><category term='words'/><category term='society'/><category term='ufc'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='california'/><category term='toyota'/><category term='snow'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='work'/><category term='weight'/><category term='celica'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Sugar n Spice</title><subtitle type='html'>my completely, utterly chaotic thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-5754576390981708276</id><published>2011-12-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:24:50.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Feminist?  ME!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There aren't many topics such as politics, society's views, or religion that can get me fired up except for those that indicate the woman should be in the kitchen, barefoot and/or pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know about you but for me, the word "feminism" conjures up bras burning, combat boots, army fatigues and very masculine-looking, and somewhat frightening females...none of which I consider myself to be or to embrace.&amp;nbsp; Lately I've come to the conclusion that while I do not fit the stereotypical bill of a "feminist", or rather a "radical feminist", I do subscribe to the notion of equality between men and women...especially in a partnership or marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While I do understand that most men hold positions of manual labor while women &lt;i&gt;typically&lt;/i&gt; hold positions of office bitches or paper pushers, I do think that both jobs can be equally stressful...mentally, if not even physically, at some points.&amp;nbsp; As an IT Tech in a previous life, I was constantly lifting, bending, running, walking, pushing, pulling, and busting my ass on computer components including the antique 19" CRT monitors that weigh 70lbs each.&amp;nbsp; These stresses on my body would give me migraines and back/shoulder pains.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that some days the stress of dealing with the unbelievable deadlines or the demands of the diva users was not worth getting out of bed for.&amp;nbsp; Do I even need to go into the "dangers" of sitting at a desk and staring at a computer screen for 7-8 hours a day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Even office bitches (female &lt;u&gt;OR&lt;/u&gt; male) have job stressors.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever worked for an asshole boss?&amp;nbsp; How about a lecherous co-worker who teeters on the fine line between couth and uncouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The point of this ramble is that I think that when a couple comes together as DINKs they need to share life chores and decisions equally.&amp;nbsp; It's part of being a partnership.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Making life decisions are made together such as painting a room, changing jobs, buying a house, a car, a horse.&amp;nbsp; They frequently join their bank accounts...so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Grocery shopping should always be done together to avoid the imminent question of: "Why didn't you get any _____?"...not to mention the fact that both of you eat the food.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;House cleaning should always be done together because, lets face it, who is lucky enough to &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;shed an eyelash or a follicle of skin...you both made the mess, you should both clean it up.&amp;nbsp; Don't even get me started on bathroom messes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yard work should always be done together as well.&amp;nbsp; Now, out of the chores I mentioned above, yard work is the bane of my existence.&amp;nbsp; I hate it.&amp;nbsp; I detest it.&amp;nbsp; I can't fucking stand it.&amp;nbsp; But, I can see one person mow and the other weed the garden.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then we move onto the one &lt;b&gt;huge &lt;/b&gt;decision that so many people ask couples about (seemingly) endlessly: procreating.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is  another life decision that needs to be made as a partnership.&amp;nbsp; If neither of  you want kids then congratulations on finding each other in such a huge pro-procreation pond.&amp;nbsp; This is a decision that only the couple should make...not friends, not family, and sure as hell not religion.&amp;nbsp; For some it might not be an easy decision however for others the choice might be clear.&amp;nbsp; Either way the choice should be accepted and respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Personally, I can't find anything more annoying and pushy than repeated questioning of whether or not you are going to have kids.&amp;nbsp; Apparently just because you get engaged, that's everyone's next "logical" question.&amp;nbsp; It seems everyone is wired to get married and have babies (not necessarily in that order) and when I tell people we are not going to have children, I get a look like I just grew a second head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Frankly, I'm sick and fucking tired of it.&amp;nbsp; Only ONCE did someone (who happens to have kids) respond with "Good for you, I'm glad you guys know what you want".&amp;nbsp; Thank you, April, your open mindedness is treasured.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While I didn't intend for this blog to go all out and appear defensive, I do feel that everyone's choices need to be respected and accepted, especially when it comes to their life decisions.&amp;nbsp; I don't ask you to make your life decisions based on what I want and I expect the same respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Society has become this traditional, predictable, judgmental machine...I just want to be accepted for who I am as opposed to who I'm expected to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-5754576390981708276?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/5754576390981708276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=5754576390981708276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5754576390981708276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5754576390981708276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/12/feminist-me.html' title='Feminist?  ME!?!?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-5573754559495432127</id><published>2011-08-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:42:59.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: The Count is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired of counting calories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired of weighing myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm up 3 lbs in the last almost 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Not too bad but not ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not going to go back to eating like crap but I'm not going to return to 500 calories a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel better eating what I want in moderation and picking up some exercise daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Boyfriend has a crock pot full of veggies and pot roast.&amp;nbsp; That's definitely not diet food but as long as we don't eat the whole roast at one meal I think we'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm getting a wisdom tooth ripped from my head next week so I'll probably be on a liquid/soft food diet for awhile, I'm already trying to find soft foods since it's been bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dieting sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Overall, while the HCG diet was horrible, I'm glad I lost a few pounds, I wish it were more but we weren't the most diligent after a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; Boredom will do that to you.&amp;nbsp; At least I'm back to where I was before The Boyfriend moved in.&amp;nbsp; Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Every time I try to diet or eat better, I always curse diets and weight.&amp;nbsp; Why wasn't I blessed with a great metabolism?&amp;nbsp; My family tends to the heavier side so I do have to start watching myself now that I'm &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; my 30's and weight will be easier to put on and harder to take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I would prefer doing so on my own terms and at my own pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For someone who is looking for a quick jump start to their weight loss, I do suggest HCG however I will say "Be prepared, it sucks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for reading my blogs.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll come back with a new, more interesting topic(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The end (of the diet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-5573754559495432127?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/5573754559495432127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=5573754559495432127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5573754559495432127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5573754559495432127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-count-is-over.html' title='Dieting Hell: The Count is Over'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3763616526934278208</id><published>2011-08-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:59:37.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So back on the diet wagon...right after we finish the damn leftovers that are in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; Why is it so hard to make the right eating choices?&amp;nbsp; And why is it so easy to fall off the wagon and then eat the damn wagon!?&amp;nbsp; That's what I feel like I've done this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friday started with a wisdom tooth issue (that is still bugging me) and a horrible headache so I ordered pizza at 930am when the damn pizza place doesn't open until 10 and won't deliver until 11.&amp;nbsp; I popped a few 222's and grabbed my work laptop and headed for the couch for my daily work meeting.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully our lead gave us the afternoon off so I was able to nap off the last of the headache and most of the tooth ache.&amp;nbsp; Friday evening brought friends who have been out of town for the last few weeks and the choice of Avocados Mexican or BBQ at our place.&amp;nbsp; Since our house was a disaster and I was too out of sorts to want to clean it up, we opted for Avocados...again, nachos were calling my name...and a frigging pina colada...thanks Jen, for planting &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; seed!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday started out decent...ONE piece of leftover pizza and the anticipation of BBQ later that evening at my parent's annual party.&amp;nbsp; I made some of my fresh pico de gallo for the party and had to taste test with a few chips.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Once we arrived at my parent's house it was "what diet!?"&amp;nbsp; We had barbecued Chinese pork, Tim's famous pin-wheels (tortillas filled with ham, creme cheese, jalapenos, green chilies, all rolled up and sliced), my salsa, chips, guacamole (made by a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; Mexican...as opposed to me...hahaha), and then for dinner there were all sorts of salads: potato, macaroni, layered, pasta; burgers and brats (fortunately the burgers had those thin buns and not the huge, carby buns), and then cookies.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the Coronas and a few mixed drinks that I had.&amp;nbsp; Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday was our day to float the river from Arlington to Silvana and we were a tad bit hungover so we started the day out with a horribly fatty breakfast and then headed north, grabbed an 18 pack of Coors Light and hit the cold river.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend and I were poorly prepared so we ended up freezing most of the trip as our floaties were of the type where most of us was in the water at all times.&amp;nbsp; The others were nice enough to hold some of our beer and my smokes and they also brought sun screen instead of me who slathered up and left the bottle in the car.&amp;nbsp; We worked off our beer and breakfast while trying to avoid the many obstacles in the Skykomish river: rocks, sand bars, trees, twigs, logs.&amp;nbsp; We had to go pick the dogs up at my parents house so we ended up having dinner there as well since they had lots of leftover burgers and hot dogs from their party.&amp;nbsp; And of course ma sent us home with some of each and other leftovers such as potato and mac salad, chips, salsa, buns and cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even want to know how many calories I consumed this weekend, all I know is that my face and lips are sunburnt and my abs and back are sore from trying to stay in an upright position on our bad floaties.&amp;nbsp; And I'm fairly dehydrated.&amp;nbsp; We have leftovers to eat and I feel like I've gained 20 lbs in the last few days.&amp;nbsp; I was too chicken shit to get on the scale this morning but I'm sure I haven't gained more than a pound or two, at the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even after sleeping 9 hours last night, I feel like I could go back to bed...but there's work to be done.&amp;nbsp; Here's to a new week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-3763616526934278208?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3763616526934278208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3763616526934278208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3763616526934278208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3763616526934278208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-29.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 29'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-7085406677697855842</id><published>2011-08-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:45:32.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Bad Food Weekend (Day's 25-28)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I've been a bad girl...staying up late and not blogging, drinking alcohol, had pizza AND nachos yesterday.&amp;nbsp; My excuse is that I felt bad.&amp;nbsp; Bad excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight we have another party/bbq to attend so I know it's going to be another bad food day.&amp;nbsp; I am going to have to jump back on the wagon come Sunday or Monday.&amp;nbsp; I haven't weight myself since Thursday morning and the only good news was that I had only gained 0.6 lbs in a week...even after being somewhat bad.&amp;nbsp; So I'm only down 11.6 lbs but still that's 11.6 lbs lost and not gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope to be back full force Sunday night or Monday with updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoy the sunshine, I'm off to shower and tackle the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-7085406677697855842?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/7085406677697855842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=7085406677697855842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7085406677697855842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7085406677697855842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-25.html' title='Bad Food Weekend (Day&apos;s 25-28)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-659151450868016040</id><published>2011-08-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:39:09.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 1245&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 12.4 as far as I know...I'm still afraid of the scale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it now that I've upped my calorie limit I tend to go over it?&amp;nbsp; It must be that I'm giving myself more freedom and I'm eating more crap.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I had nachos today.&amp;nbsp; Again.&amp;nbsp; What is it with me and goddamn nachos!?&amp;nbsp; I only put cheese, onion, fat free sour cream, and pico de gallo on them and they are 441 calories!!!&amp;nbsp; That's insane. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Besides nachos I had an awesome breakfast that The Boyfriend made: egg white and onion scramble with cheddar cheese, bacon, and toast.&amp;nbsp; I've missed bread so very much.&amp;nbsp; I piled the bacon and eggs on my toast and made little sammiches and damn they were good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I tried to eat an apple dipped in a bit of peanut butter but the apple was flavorless and mealy so I tossed it and then had peanut butter in a bowl...what to do with this peanut butter!?&amp;nbsp; Ooh, bread.&amp;nbsp; Open faced peanut butter sammich...aww ya baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Before I knew it, it was 8pm and The Boyfriend was still golfing and I was hungry but not terribly hungry so I skipped dinner and had some strawberries with sour cream angel food cake and a drizzle of chocolate instead.&amp;nbsp; I could have skipped the (fat free) angel food cake however we have a few slices left and it needs to be eaten before it goes bad.&amp;nbsp; That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbCOgOx9W8/Tb3dkFeGwgI/AAAAAAAAC8g/dmXn5PEVpmo/s1600/DSC07007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbCOgOx9W8/Tb3dkFeGwgI/AAAAAAAAC8g/dmXn5PEVpmo/s320/DSC07007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After seeing what I've been eating and how many calories I've been consuming, makes me wonder what my daily calorie count was pre-diet.&amp;nbsp; Kind of scary considering there were days when we would eat out more than once. While I know eating out isn't healthy, especially multiple times a day, it was something I didn't think about.&amp;nbsp; I just found a website that has Subway's nutritional information and I "made" my favorite turkey breast sammich and after cheese, ranch, and veggies, it's only 350 calories for a 6" sub and is 9.7g of fat with cheese.&amp;nbsp; The damn cheese itself is 4g of fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow morning I'll weigh myself and hopefully have a lower weight to report...fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-659151450868016040?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/659151450868016040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=659151450868016040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/659151450868016040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/659151450868016040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-24.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 24'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbCOgOx9W8/Tb3dkFeGwgI/AAAAAAAAC8g/dmXn5PEVpmo/s72-c/DSC07007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-295675821281641232</id><published>2011-08-23T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:04:34.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 1,229&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: holding steady at 12.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today was a &lt;i&gt;lower&lt;/i&gt;-cal day to redeem myself for the debauchery of the last two days.&amp;nbsp; I ended up having a horrible sweet tooth today and had a yummy strawberry and angel food cake dish for lunch.&amp;nbsp; My justification: we have to finish the angel food cake before it goes bad.&amp;nbsp; That and the strawberries we've been getting lately are divinely perfect in every way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Boyfriend had a grilled cheese with bacon, tomato and onion sammich the other day and wanted to recreate them for dinner tonight.&amp;nbsp; He got some 50-calorie-a-slice whole wheat bread (that is quite yummy) and he slapped some cheese, a slice of tomato, some grilled red onions (which we decided we don't like grilled like we do Walla Walla onions), and 2 slices of oven baked, thick cut Hempler bacon on it and pan grilled it to perfection with a touch of butter on the outside of the sammich.&amp;nbsp; When I was entering all the ingredients into my food diary, I was shocked and appalled to find out that a tablespoon of salted butter has an amazing amount of calories in it: 102 to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately he didn't use a whole tablespoon so I was able to breathe a bit better and dinner came out to a low 320 calories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My dumb ass bought a bag of tortilla chips for home and nachos were yelling at us for lunch so I made some small plates, went light handed on the cheese, used some fat free sour cream and some fresh pico de gallo I made for the BBQ this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; That was our indulgence for the day at a whopping 551 calories.&amp;nbsp; Damn cheese and chips, why they gotta have so many calories!!!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We still have a bowl full of oranges and apples that we need to eat soon but I'm not sure I even want apples anymore.&amp;nbsp; The last few weeks I've eaten more apples than I think I have my whole life and I've never really been a fan of oranges...I do like satsumas, clementines and mandarins though...which I have a half a bag of Cuties left to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The nights are getting a bit easier with not having snack cravings however today has been especially bad with the weird sweet tooth I'm experiencing.&amp;nbsp; I don't normally have a sweet tooth either...I think it's the carbs...I think they are evil and make you crave sweet things.&amp;nbsp; Damn yummy, delicious, wonderfully horrible carbohydrates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I do need to stop beating myself up for eating 1200 calories...it's not like I'm over indulging but my mind is still wrapped around the number "500".&amp;nbsp; And that damn scale...I hate weighing myself and don't want to weigh myself unless I KNOW there are going to be lower numbers on it.&amp;nbsp; I guess you can say I have a phobia of scales...and am getting a phobia of calories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shit, I hope I don't become one of those hard-core, fanatical calorie counters.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to think too hard about every bite I put in my mouth because that would take all the fun out of eating food.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-295675821281641232?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/295675821281641232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=295675821281641232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/295675821281641232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/295675821281641232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-23.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 23'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-7110928399366151923</id><published>2011-08-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:09:56.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow, I feel like I've been gone forever and ever!&amp;nbsp; I don't know what my current weight is and I don't want to know how many calories I inhaled yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I do know is that I don't like my tummy feeling upset and bloated from eating crap food and I feel totally guilty about eating crap food.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and beer...can't forget the damn beer!&amp;nbsp; One Corona has 148 calories, one Pacifico has 146 calories and one Heinekin has 150 calories.&amp;nbsp; I consumed more than one of each the last few days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday was a going away BBQ for a friend and former co-worker who has been stuck in Washington for work for the last year and will be returning to his hometown of Greenville, South Carolina early next month.&amp;nbsp; A bunch of us got together to celebrate our friendship, our craziness and to eat awesome food.&amp;nbsp; We had my fresh pico de gallo, guacamole, some shrimp and cream cheese cocktail, chipotle cheddar dip, lots of tortilla chips, potato salad, macaroni salad, burgers, brats, and beer.&amp;nbsp; I was good and didn't eat a hamburger bun but instead had a naked burger with a slice of onion, tomato and cheese.&amp;nbsp; And later in the evening had a half of a brat with mustard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;During the day Sunday, while we were shopping for excellent going away gifts in Brad &amp;amp; Rachel style (Spencers...enuf said) we stopped at Bob's Beef and Brew for salad.&amp;nbsp; I had the worst southwest chicken salad I have ever had at a restaurant.&amp;nbsp; The chicken was dry and wimpy, the lettuce was brown and the dressing (served on the side) was watery and resembled Pace picante sauce mixed into cream...possibly sour cream.&amp;nbsp; I only ate about a cup of the salad and couldn't go any further.&amp;nbsp; I washed it down with water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a rough guesstimate of what I consumed while at the BBQ, I'm almost at 2,000 calories for Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Including the beer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monday, on the other hand, is a mess and I don't even want to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; about what I ate, let alone &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;record&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today will be a minimal food day.&amp;nbsp; I can't have another day like yesterday or I'll end up sick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't taken my supplements since Sunday but mainly because the plan suggests to not follow the plan while on your monthly visit from Mother Nature.&amp;nbsp; The diet will be affected due to normal water retention and they suggest not starting the diet during your menstrual cycle and to stop during your cycle and resume afterwards.&amp;nbsp; The diet plan that has the actual hormone injections are only 21 days long to avoid menstrual cycles.&amp;nbsp; That being said I'm going to continue eating lightly until next Sunday and then resume the supplements.&amp;nbsp; And I'm probably not going to weigh myself at all this week.&amp;nbsp; Scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-7110928399366151923?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/7110928399366151923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=7110928399366151923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7110928399366151923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7110928399366151923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-catch-up.html' title='Dieting Hell Catch Up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-7481473128801030035</id><published>2011-08-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:32:10.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 797&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 12.4....I think...I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today was another day off from weighing myself...especially after last night's dinner of nachos and 2 beers.&amp;nbsp; I got a bit buzzed from one beer and couldn't even finish my second beer.&amp;nbsp; Today was redemption day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've noticed that I rarely get hungry enough to want to eat and most of the time I need to remember to eat. I need to remember to drink more water too... Tonight I had one of those delights I mentioned earlier this week: cheese crisp.&amp;nbsp; Pepper jack cheese, red onion, salsa and sour cream on a carb balance tortilla.&amp;nbsp; Since it was dinner, I ate two of them and was STUFFED afterwards.&amp;nbsp; It was quite tasty though.&amp;nbsp; It was 375 of today's calories...still not bad for a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;MyFitnessPal.com tells me I could be down another 10 lbs in 5 weeks if I keep eating like I did today...however it also cautions that I'm not eating enough.&amp;nbsp; It warns that I might not be getting proper nutrition and to up my intake to at least 1200 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom invited us to meet her for breakfast in the morning at our favorite local joint, The Totem.&amp;nbsp; Initially I said no and to check back in 2 weeks but now I'm debating...poached eggs on toast would be good.&amp;nbsp; Or even oatmeal and fruit.&amp;nbsp; For some reason the hardest thing for me is not eating what I want, when I want to.&amp;nbsp; I know that I'm fairly decent at maintaining a certain weight when I get there however I still have a lot that I want to lose and if I start eating normally again (even while maintaining) it might be disastrous.&amp;nbsp; After not eating sugars or starches for a few weeks, I'm afraid the first little bit will end up on my ass in the form of 12.4 lbs.&amp;nbsp; I need to work on introducing those back in slowly and starting up an exercise routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I used to hula hoop daily or every other day and I also used to do floor exercises aimed at my ass and abs.&amp;nbsp; I think I got lazy when the diet dictated "minimal exercise" and that I just need to get back into it and get a routine down.&amp;nbsp; And on the days when I splurge, I need to exercise that extra bit more.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and we have a BBQ to go to tomorrow night as well so I think I just made up my mind about breakfast: no.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Until tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vote DAILY for my tattoos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kissfmseattle.com/pages/upload-contest/vote-entrants.php?ag&amp;amp;gid=2"&gt;http://www.kissfmseattle.com/pages/upload-contest/vote-entrants.php?ag&amp;amp;gid=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-7481473128801030035?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/7481473128801030035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=7481473128801030035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7481473128801030035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7481473128801030035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-20.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 20'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-2816763016702283321</id><published>2011-08-19T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:39:59.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: Not sure...don't really want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 12.4 lbs (still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't lose even a tenth of a lb yesterday which is kind of a downer but not so bad.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to feel more comfortable in my skin and that's really all I'm concerned about.&amp;nbsp; From here on out, it's all just slow losses and trying to be healthier.&amp;nbsp; Maybe one day very soon I'll quit smoking too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today we had a 208 calorie breakfast and then nothing for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; We both have a bit of cabin fever since I'm working from home full time now and The Boyfriend has been off work this week and most of last.&amp;nbsp; So it was left in my hands for us to get out and do something tonight.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend's sister asked us to come walk the track at OV elementary with her this evening while her son had soccer practice and we ended up walking 2.5 miles...which left me at -77 calories for the day.&amp;nbsp; So seeing as The Boyfriend has practically been begging to go out to dinner (or pick up a bottle of Crown), I decided that Avocados was in order...and a beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ordered nachos the proper way: no BBQ sauce!&amp;nbsp; I'm fully sated and sleepy as hell.&amp;nbsp; One beer gave me a buzz, I'm a cheap date now!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8zx09nPO0/Tk8sAWa13-I/AAAAAAAAB9E/KKwvPFfks3I/s1600/avocados.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8zx09nPO0/Tk8sAWa13-I/AAAAAAAAB9E/KKwvPFfks3I/s320/avocados.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh and just a reminder to vote DAILY for my ink:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kissfmseattle.com/pages/upload-contest/vote-entrants.php?ag=&amp;amp;gid=2%20%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.kissfmseattle.com/pages/upload-contest/vote-entrants.php?ag=&amp;amp;gid=2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I win, I get 4 tickets to the Blink 182 and My Chemical Romance show at the White River Amphitheater in a VIP box.&amp;nbsp; So keep them votes coming in daily for my ink, pretty please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-2816763016702283321?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/2816763016702283321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=2816763016702283321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2816763016702283321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2816763016702283321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-19.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 19'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8zx09nPO0/Tk8sAWa13-I/AAAAAAAAB9E/KKwvPFfks3I/s72-c/avocados.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3290528898547782879</id><published>2011-08-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:46:57.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 12.4 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh tortillas, cheese, and avocado, how we've missed you!&amp;nbsp; We missed you sooo much that we had soft tacos again for dinner...only tonight they were chicken.&amp;nbsp; We skipped breakfast and lunch and saved up for dinner and dessert.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend has had a knack for making awesome marinades on this diet...ones without oil or teriyaki or soy sauce.&amp;nbsp; Basically just lemon and/or lime juice and lots of seasonings.&amp;nbsp; We've had some chicken marinating in a taco seasoning marinade so The Boyfriend grilled it up and we threw it in the little carb balance tortillas with pepperjack cheese, red onion, tomato, avocado and white sauce and/or sour cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dianasaurdishes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/angel-food-cake-strawberry-dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://dianasaurdishes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/angel-food-cake-strawberry-dessert.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thankfully we both love strawberries and now is the perfect time for buying them because we picked up a sour cream angel food cake, another bin of strawberries as well as a light Hershey's chocolate syrup.&amp;nbsp; The angel food cake is fat free and has 140 calories per 1/8 of a cake.&amp;nbsp; Not too bad considering we saved ourselves all day and are just under 1000 calories of our 1200 calorie limit.&amp;nbsp; Aside from our cheat day, this is the most calories we've consumed in almost 4 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm down another 0.8 lb since Tuesday morning and I think I'm still losing inches.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked when I stepped on the scale and compared today's number to Tuesday's.&amp;nbsp; In my half-awake state I had to do a double take, write it on the calendar and rub the sleep from my eyes.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I was convinced that by eating 727 calories yesterday, I'd gain back 5 lbs.&amp;nbsp; I can see how anorexia can begin...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG Don't smell that piece of celery, you'll become a cow!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm perfectly sated and a very happy girl right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm even able to watch Man vs. Food and Anthony Bourdain again...speak of the devil...I hear Adam in the living room right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hasta manana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3290528898547782879?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3290528898547782879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3290528898547782879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3290528898547782879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3290528898547782879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-18.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 18'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1461433177668851829</id><published>2011-08-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:18:34.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 727&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: See below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I half forgot to weigh myself this morning and half just didn't want to.&amp;nbsp; Not that I'm afraid but like I said yesterday, I think the more I weigh myself on the higher cal diet the less I'll see the big losses.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I do think 1 or more lbs is a big loss.&amp;nbsp; Especially in one day.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend lost 1.4 lbs yesterday so I shouldn't be too afraid.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll have the balls to weight myself tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do feel good that we are still eating under 1000 calories and I'm LOVING the new food choices we are making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today's breakfast consisted of another egg white scramble with onions and garlic and this time I put some white sauce and a dab of salsa on it and coffee with creamer (oh how I missed creamer).&amp;nbsp; It was perfect and light: 128 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch was a Braeburn apple which was a little too mealy for my tastes but flavorful: 40 cals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner was my favorite...the best meal I've eaten in WEEKS: mahi mahi tacos!&amp;nbsp; We splurged and got Carb Balance mini tortillas and added mahi mahi that was marinated in lemon juice, garlic and seasonings, topped that with cabbage, red onion, tomato, avocado (we gave in and bought one), cheese (YAY!!) and a touch of my white sauce.&amp;nbsp; We each had 2 tacos and after working out the calorie count, our meal was 425 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And........we had dessert too.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Strawberries with light whipped topping and a drizzle of chocolate sauce: 119 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've noticed that my taste buds are more alive and I can really taste things and damn, they taste GOOD!&amp;nbsp; I've also noticed that my sinuses aren't as stuffy as they normally are which I think contributes to being able to taste more.&amp;nbsp; The ease of which I can breath tells me that I'm allergic, or have an intolerance, to something that I normally eat.&amp;nbsp; My sinuses and throat do get extra phlegmy when I eat dairy and wheat, neither of which I haven't had in weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;MyFitnessPal.com has been a life saver throughout this diet.&amp;nbsp; I can search their database for certain foods or I can use the bar code scanner and scan in the food.&amp;nbsp; A feature I've started using this week is the recipe creator.&amp;nbsp; I can make recipes and enter each ingredient and the specific servings of each and it will add up the nutritional information for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is a screen shot of my diary for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmZd8VXoBv0/TkyCYWut-5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ib2L2EMxN8w/s1600/DiaryClip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmZd8VXoBv0/TkyCYWut-5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ib2L2EMxN8w/s400/DiaryClip.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AmZd8VXoBv0/TkyCYWut-5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ib2L2EMxN8w/DiaryClip.jpg"&gt;Click here to see BIGGER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Oh, and don't get the wrong idea about the supplement entry about a prenatal vitamin...I take them for the folic acid and iron.&amp;nbsp; I'm not kidding and really, if you don't believe me, dig farther back into my blog history to 2007 and find the ones titled "Reasons I Should Not Procreate")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It also adds calories to your daily goal if you enter exercise.&amp;nbsp; I vacuumed and mopped the kitchen and dining room today so I added 25 minutes of light, moderate cleaning which earned me 82 calories.&amp;nbsp; I highly suggest MyFitnessPal.com and the mobile app for anyone who is counting calories or even exercise.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After this highly tasty and successful day, we are going to treat ourselves to a soak in the hot tub.&amp;nbsp; Until tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/2858014908541622366-1461433177668851829?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1461433177668851829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1461433177668851829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1461433177668851829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1461433177668851829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-17.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 17'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmZd8VXoBv0/TkyCYWut-5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ib2L2EMxN8w/s72-c/DiaryClip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1280280894778076542</id><published>2011-08-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:22:54.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 11.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dear readers, I have a secret to spill...a dirty, dark secret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, after posting my blog entry and after watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives (which showcased a chili shop in Seattle that we MUST try), The Boyfriend and I were having horrible sweet cravings as to which point we gave into.&amp;nbsp; Since Dairy Queen's ice cream is apparently lactose-free (since The Boyfriend can eat it) we stole off to DQ under the cover of darkness, all ninja-like.&amp;nbsp; The whole way I felt as if I was 16 again and trying to sneak out of the house or get away with something I shouldn't be doing.&amp;nbsp; I got a small M&amp;amp;M Blizzard and The Boyfriend got a small Nutter Butter Blizzard.&amp;nbsp; After about half of mine my tummy was not happy with me so I put it in the freezer.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend inhaled his so quickly that I don't think his tummy knew what was coming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This morning my tummy was not happy with me and I regret it however I still stayed at 719 calories (remember we upped our calorie intake to 1200) and 11 grams of fat.&amp;nbsp; My carbs were at 102 of which I have a daily limit of 165.&amp;nbsp; Essentially I was under my daily limits of everything but went over my vitamin C...big deal.&amp;nbsp; I still lost a full pound yesterday.&amp;nbsp; If I can continue losing I should be on track for a 15-20 lb loss by the 29th, our original quit date.&amp;nbsp; Our game plan is to have a light breakfast, fruit for snack/lunch and a high protein dinner, daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tortillas and tortilla chips are some of my staple foods so I'm really sad to know that even the carb friendly tortillas still have 13g of carbs per tortilla.&amp;nbsp; I love tacos, quesadillas, nachos, and what my BFF calls "cheese crisps" where you load a tortilla up with cheese and pop it, open faced, into the toaster oven and toast it to a melty crisp, then top with salsa and sour cream.&amp;nbsp; I will love her forever for introducing me to cheese crisps however I will curse her forever for (re)introducing me to corn dogs of which I can't ever seem to get enough of...especially the awesomely, fatty, greasy, crispy, dipped-in-gallons-of-mustard, to-die-for corn dogs from the fair.&amp;nbsp; I better wipe the drool off my chin before I short out my keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This morning's breakfast was Egg Beater Egg Whites with onion, garlic with a dash of Tapatio sauce with coffee.&amp;nbsp; It hit the spot and was perfect.&amp;nbsp; I do miss bell peppers and avocados.&amp;nbsp; It's a little scary that avocados have such a high calorie count but at least they are full of good fats and oils; one small avocado has 207 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We skipped lunch but splurged (maybe a lil &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much) on dinner: we split a small, trimmed Rib Eye steak and I made a cucumber, red onion, and tomato salad with balsamic vinegar as the side dish.&amp;nbsp; I think the steak was a bit too rich for me right now because my belly was not happy with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We also decided we aren't going to weigh ourselves daily since we are not going to see the major losses we have been seeing and it will more than likely be discouraging.&amp;nbsp; Neither of us are accustomed to weighing ourselves at all let alone daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's to hoping our new 1200 calorie plan won't blow up in our faces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-1280280894778076542?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1280280894778076542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1280280894778076542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1280280894778076542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1280280894778076542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-16.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 16'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-2083541555146782268</id><published>2011-08-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:40:59.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 461&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 10.6 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Despite my efforts to lose my 0.4 lb increase from Sunday's splurge, I only lost 0.2 lbs.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, not only am I a little bit bummed, a lot disenchanted, and a ton discouraged...I'm BORED.&amp;nbsp; Bored to tears with this diet.&amp;nbsp; So bored I don't even want to eat!&amp;nbsp; While I know that isn't feasible or healthy, I just don't feel like making any more fish or chicken or single, boring veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Since I'm so disenchanted and bored (and I know The Boyfriend is too) I suggested a change: we are going to up our calorie intake to a less-restrictive 1200 a day.&amp;nbsp; Add in some mixtures and new veggies but leave out the oils, starches and sugars.&amp;nbsp; Basically start our maintenance period early but with a lower calorie count.&amp;nbsp; Granted we might not lose as quickly but at least we won't be so bored and I'm sure we'll still lose &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This suggestion came with ZERO rebuttal and COMPLETE agreement on his part.&amp;nbsp; According to the maintenance plan, cheeses can be added in immediately (in small amounts) and that has me practically peeing my pants with excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We'll continue to take our supplements until they are gone, we paid enough for them.&amp;nbsp; And since a normal calorie intake is over 1500 (depending on what the goal is) we will still be "dieting" but will be more "normal".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I think  I'd be perfectly content with a 15 lb loss at this point.&amp;nbsp; Gaining  weight is so easy and fun but losing it is neither easy or fun.&amp;nbsp; I feel I've gotten a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;great jump start and the overall diet protocol has given me a better idea of how many calories are in foods and what a normal portion of food looks like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We had to do a bit of grocery shopping today so we got some more oranges for snacks, some prawns, one rib eye steak to share, shredded cabbage, egg whites, some jalapenos, and some fat free plain Greek yogurt.&amp;nbsp; I made a white sauce from the Greek yogurt, lime and lemon juice, one seeded jalapeno, some fresh garlic and seasonings.&amp;nbsp;  Of course I had to try it to make sure it was edible and it was sooo good.&amp;nbsp; Tonight we feasted on prawns on a bed of cabbage with a drizzle of white sauce.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now we are horribly craving sweets: chocolate, cake, ice cream...&amp;nbsp; Why is it that we have a taste of freedom and then we want the world?&amp;nbsp; I don't want to blow this entirely but it's so hard when all you can think about is what you can't (shouldn't) have.&amp;nbsp; I keep trying to tell myself that since I'm still under 500 calories that it'll be okay and then I yell at myself and realize that's crazy talk.&amp;nbsp; Just a few more weeks, I can do this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The question now is "Do I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-2083541555146782268?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/2083541555146782268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=2083541555146782268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2083541555146782268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2083541555146782268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-15.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 15'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-5975783479063015927</id><published>2011-08-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:44:22.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 339&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: +0.4 = 10.4 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my delicious nachos and cocktails cost me 0.4 lbs, less than I expected but still not fun to see on the scale in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Today was another redemption day of a few apples, a 4oz filet of Mahi Mahi, some grape tomatoes and lots of water.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend left the house early for his company golf tournament and I allowed myself to sleep in until almost 10:30am.&amp;nbsp; I woke up barely hungry and except for a few times throughout the day, I stayed not hungry.&amp;nbsp; Even though I woke up wanting to give up and just go out to breakfast or get pizza for lunch.&amp;nbsp; What is it about a little bit of junk food that makes you crave more and more of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not going to give up on this diet.&amp;nbsp; I'm on day 14 and am still on track to continue until August 29th...two more weeks, I'm half way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To keep myself busy today I ran some quick errands and then came home to scrub the hell out of our master bathroom.&amp;nbsp; I even changed out the shower curtain.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; The 45 minutes of vigorous cleaning cost me 160 calories burned and I've consumed 339.&amp;nbsp; It still amazes me daily how little my body actually needs to survive.&amp;nbsp; My energy levels are higher than they were a week ago and I'm feeling good.&amp;nbsp; My jeans are fitting more like they should and the simple dress I wore today is almost too big for me.&amp;nbsp; I've noticed my bras fitting a little looser around my rib cage and I think my face and chin is thinning out some.&amp;nbsp; My hips are more pronounced and my tummy is flattening.&amp;nbsp; Now if only my thighs would cooperate and shrink too.&amp;nbsp; Overall I'm starting to feel more comfortable in my skin and my confidence is returning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While part of me wants to get off this diet and just gorge myself, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that it will get me back to where I was 14 days ago and I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that eating crap food does not make me feel good...only leaves me with a tummy ache and a guilty feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I'm looking forward to most is being able to cook what I want: mahi mahi tacos, guacamole, spinach and strawberry salads, caprese salads, spaghetti with whole wheat noodles and homemade sauce, I am even looking forward to eating yogurt and oatmeal for breakfast again.&amp;nbsp; It's the feeling of being told I *can't* do something that makes me want it that much more; that rebellious streak in me that is 5 miles wide.&amp;nbsp; If you know me, you know which streak I'm referring to.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's bedtime for this dieting diva, night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-5975783479063015927?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/5975783479063015927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=5975783479063015927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5975783479063015927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5975783479063015927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-14.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 14'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3303899267677090674</id><published>2011-08-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:41:48.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 3744 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 10.8 lbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I redeemed myself for teriyaki night and lost 1.4 lbs Friday!&amp;nbsp; My game plan was to redeem the teriyaki night and set some reserves for today's cheat day.&amp;nbsp; Now I don't feel so bad about having teriyaki.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We met Sue and John at their room on the 6th floor of The Four Seasons in Seattle and spent a little time admiring their beautiful view of the piers and the water.&amp;nbsp; The weather was foggy/grey in Everett and Seattle was clear and beautiful.&amp;nbsp; We then walked across the street to the Pike Brewery and even though The Boyfriend and I already had an idea of what we were going to order, we poured over the menu again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After much decision I decided on the North of the Border Nachos since it is what I've been craving this whole diet.&amp;nbsp; Tortilla chips, cheddar and pepperjack cheeses, housemade black bean and corn salsa, tomato, green onion, jalapeno, chicken tossed in their Pike BBQ sauce, guacamole, sour cream, and extra salsa.&amp;nbsp; The BBQ sauce kind of worried me however I was so committed to nachos that I was going to overlook it and hope that it was all I'd been craving.&amp;nbsp; I also decided on a dry apple cider instead of a Pike brew...thinking &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; it would be lower cal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahhhhhh..... [cue angels]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.antennamag.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/photo-nachos_big_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.antennamag.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/photo-nachos_big_large.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;They didn't really look like this...but you get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Boyfriend settled on the William Tell Burger with mushrooms and french fries and a brew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dry apple cider went straight to my head and before lunch arrived I already had a mild buzz going on with only 1/4 of the glass gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch arrived and we were excited to dive in and splurge.&amp;nbsp; The nachos were surprisingly good however I should have held the BBQ sauce, it just didn't meet my expectations of what my dream nachos should taste like.&amp;nbsp; I made it maybe a dozen chips in and started to feel full; I knew I wasn't going to make it far in this platter of nachos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole way through my total of roughly 24 loaded chips I felt guilty but kept thinking "we are walking after lunch, gonna kill some calories"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a 2:00pm reservation for the Seattle Underground tour so we headed from lunch straight to Doc Maynards, about 8 blocks away.&amp;nbsp; The tour was all walking, about 90 minutes total with little breaks in between to learn the history and then we walked to Wild Ginger for a few cocktails.&amp;nbsp; All the while I was taking mental notes of what I was drinking.&amp;nbsp; I started out with a Crown and diet Coke but that wasn't doing it for me so I tried a sip of Sue's Ginger Martini at which I fell in LOVE with.&amp;nbsp; So my next drink was a Ginger Martini.&amp;nbsp; According to the menu the drink was "House infused ginger vodka" although it tasted like there was some pear in it...I'm not a fan of ginger but that was damn good and it helped to settle the knot in my belly that was north of the border nachos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Regretfully we had to part ways with Sue and John and head home to let the dogs out before a birthday party we were invited to.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend decided that since he had already blown his diet for the day, he was going to pick up a pint of Crown and a liter of diet Coke for the party.&amp;nbsp; I choose a liter of water.&amp;nbsp; My tummy was still knotted and iffy from the nachos and I was feeling really guilty so I told myself, no more cheating for the day.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, my food diary was saying I had gone over my calories by a TON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oddly enough I was full all day and didn't have any cravings until about 11pm when we started heading home.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even have any birthday cake or the multiple shots I was offered!!&amp;nbsp; I was pretty proud of myself so as I was taking our exit off the freeway, I didn't give into my McDonald's cheeseburger craving and drove straight home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now it's time for fuzzy socks (I'm freezing) and bed.&amp;nbsp; I'm nervous to see what the scale tells me in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-3303899267677090674?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3303899267677090674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3303899267677090674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3303899267677090674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3303899267677090674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-13.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 13'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-44850978682738085</id><published>2011-08-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:42:07.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 236&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: +0.4 = 9.4 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beef teriyaki and salad was NOT a good idea. I'm up 0.4 lbs, granted it could be more but I feel guilty and bad that I bent the rules.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend didn't lose anything...but he didn't gain anything either.&amp;nbsp; Brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woke up feeling yucky, had a crampy tummy and was somewhat bloated.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing what little bit of food could do this to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if it was the meat or the carbs but I'm thinking I should have stuck with chicken, a little lower on the calorie count but not by much.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe not have eaten anything at all outside of our protocol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 824 looks so sad in my food journal next to yesterdays lunch of 131 calories.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, by 2pm, all I had eaten was an apple and a cup of strawberries, had half a pot of black coffee and a few liters of water.&amp;nbsp; I'm not feeling bad and my tummy isn't hollering at me to feed it too much.&amp;nbsp; More proof that the body can and will adjust to whatever you throw at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n2IDEWiNqc/Te4rOPSMMII/AAAAAAAADJU/sS04pmZM5Cw/s1600/macroni-and-cheese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n2IDEWiNqc/Te4rOPSMMII/AAAAAAAADJU/sS04pmZM5Cw/s320/macroni-and-cheese.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I'm really worried about tomorrow's planned cheat day.&amp;nbsp; I might just stick to a meal closer to what we are supposed to eat instead of deciding to go all out and eat what I want.&amp;nbsp; Especially since Pike Brewery's "Kilted Mac 'n' Cheese is to DIE FOR!!!&amp;nbsp; I don't want to eat it only because I don't want to see the number &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the calorie count for ONE MEAL!!&amp;nbsp; That might make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't wait to be off this diet and get back into a better eating pattern...to not have to count calories but to keep an eye on the junk and crap food we are so addicted to.&amp;nbsp; I'm really glad that the headaches have stopped.&amp;nbsp; In fact, come to think about it, I haven't had a headache since early last week...which makes me wonder if the foods I was eating was contributing to my semi-frequent head pains.&amp;nbsp; Can overloading on carbs cause headaches??&amp;nbsp; I know my shoulders and neck muscles are not as tight as they were the week before this and then beyond that.&amp;nbsp; That could also be that I'm *well* hydrated too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, according to MyFitnessPal, at my current weight and current height (5'3") my Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR) is 1485 which means I burn that many calories just to breathe and function to stay alive.&amp;nbsp; So that means I'm burning ~985 calories a day of which I'm NOT actually consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;MyFitnessPal also says that my Body Mass Index (BMI) is 31.5 which makes me "Obese".&amp;nbsp; It tells me my target weight is 104 - 141 lbs.&amp;nbsp; While I was 103 through most of high school, I cannot see myself at that weight now.&amp;nbsp; I would break like a twig!!&amp;nbsp; I'll shoot for 135, that would be a happy weight but I can also see that being too skinny too.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it's been so long since I've been under 140 that I don't know what it would be like.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've consumed 236 calories today in the form of 2 Fuji apples, 1 cup of strawberries and 2 little melba toasts.&amp;nbsp; I'm laying low today to make up for yesterday and to prep for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly I feel great!&lt;br /&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/2858014908541622366-44850978682738085?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/44850978682738085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=44850978682738085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/44850978682738085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/44850978682738085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-12.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 12'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n2IDEWiNqc/Te4rOPSMMII/AAAAAAAADJU/sS04pmZM5Cw/s72-c/macroni-and-cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-4712651498095067406</id><published>2011-08-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:26:55.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled today: 1,046&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 9.8 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well today was a bust.&amp;nbsp; You probably read my calorie count above and had to do a double take...yes, that does say that I ate 1,046 calories, it's not a typo...I'll get to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thursday morning I woke up 0.4 lbs lighter.&amp;nbsp; I reviewed my food intake and my exercise (or lack thereof) and realized that I do see greater losses even with just 15 minutes of hula hooping.&amp;nbsp; Probably because 15 minutes of hula hooping burns roughly 18% of my daily caloric intake.&amp;nbsp; From here on out I'm going to make an effort to do at least 15 minutes every evening.&amp;nbsp; Maybe a few sets of crunches too, just for good measure.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One completely mental thing that I've noticed lately is my random cravings and near misses (meaning I have to STOP myself from giving in) when it comes to food and eating out or even memories of past restaurant/food experiences.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why it is that when we can't have something, we want it more.&amp;nbsp; I was pulling into my favorite little market earlier this week where I buy beer and cigs (why does that make me sound &lt;i&gt;sooo &lt;/i&gt;white trashy!?!?) and there is an espresso stand in the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I'll visit this stand but normally I just make my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;coffee (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;French Roast with Creme Brule creamer) at home and never buy overpriced, too sweet, usually badly burnt coffee monstrosities.&amp;nbsp; But for some reason, this day, I had to stop and remind myself to NOT drive through the stand for a 24oz white chocolate raspberry iced mocha.&amp;nbsp; Just like in the grocery store, I have to stop and think before I grab something that is tempting me and toss it in my cart.&amp;nbsp; Maybe this will teach me a little bit more self-control while grocery shopping...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One recent trip to Q-Fuck (QFC) before our diet, The Boyfriend grabbed a container of bakery cookies.&amp;nbsp; "If you get cookies, I get something too", I squealed and scampered off in search of something totally decadent that would make me feel like total ass.&amp;nbsp; I ended up with mini carrot cakes in the shape of muffins.&amp;nbsp; Oh my they were yummy...moist, cream cheesy frosting, full of carrots and raisins...but 10 minutes after eating one and I was hating life.&amp;nbsp; There is something in store or restaurant bought carrot cake that does not agree with me.&amp;nbsp; I used to think it was nuts but I'm not so sure anymore...I just know that unless my awesome baker friend, Candy, makes it, I can't eat it.&amp;nbsp; I KNEW THIS...yet I bought the damn things anyways.&amp;nbsp; I do have to give myself credit though, it took me a good 10 minutes to pick something out...I bypassed all the chocolate because in all honesty, I'm not that much of a chocolate fan.&amp;nbsp; One or two bites of chocolate and I'm done.&amp;nbsp; I bypassed all the donuts because I CLEARLY remember how those make me feel when I'm done inhaling them.&amp;nbsp; All in all I'm really not that much of a sweet eater...regardless of the fact that more than half of my left arm has sweets inked all over it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I digress...where was I...oh yes, moving onto the weird memories of food that pop up, seemingly out of nowhere.&amp;nbsp; My parents used to drag me up to Steven's Pass every Sunday for a day of snowboarding and on rare spring occasions we would stop at Zeke's Burgers.&amp;nbsp; Most of you probably know about Zeke's but for those of you who don't, a little detail: Heading up SR2 towards Steven's Pass, right outside of Gold Bar (or maybe right &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; Gold Bar) is a little town called Zekesville.&amp;nbsp; As you can see from the sign, it's a small town to say the least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3yelp1-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/S-G4Mm5HnouQfMZPP76_5A/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://s3yelp1-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/S-G4Mm5HnouQfMZPP76_5A/l.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zekesville's claim to fame is the wonderful gastronomic delight that is Zeke's Drive-In.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3yelp4-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/XT89cVLFOA3gy1AdsVb3sQ/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://s3yelp4-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/XT89cVLFOA3gy1AdsVb3sQ/l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3yelp2-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/IZsH9m3P7aGq1QD8PpH2YA/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s3yelp2-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/IZsH9m3P7aGq1QD8PpH2YA/l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Need I say more.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zeke's is usually hopping on the nicer days but normally there's no lack of cars in their lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more random inserted photo because I particularly like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3yelp2-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/qvylWabn_VLItJTXeVGHvQ/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s3yelp2-a.akamaihd.net/bphoto/qvylWabn_VLItJTXeVGHvQ/l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(BTW, photo credit for these photos does not fall to me, I got them all here: &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/zekes-drive-in-gold-bar"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz/zekes-drive-in-gold-bar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So this one time, years ago, we stopped here to eat on the way home.&amp;nbsp; It had been a particularly good day of snowboarding, I had a friend with me, the sun was shining, we had some good runs and it was just a good day.&amp;nbsp; While I don't remember much about the food, I do remember thinking it was delicious and it hit the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This random memory popped up the other day and right alongside it was "ooh, we should eat Zeke's for dinner tonight".&amp;nbsp; Why would I remember this out of the blue and &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; would I think that driving 30 miles for dinner is okay...while we are on a diet!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's these random thoughts about food and eating that make me wonder what kind of hold over me food really has.&amp;nbsp; Was I starving as a child?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Was I deprived of yummy, gut-busting delights as a child?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my subconscious is reminding me of all the yummy, bad-for-you foods that are out there and it's that craving for carbs and preservatives that my brain remembers and cherishes.&amp;nbsp; Either way, regardless of my childhood and mental status, I can see that it can take a long, long time to reprogram your brain into realizing what foods are good for you and what foods you should stay away from.&amp;nbsp; It also confirms a little bit of the cravings and addictions that can form from processed foods...if have you seen &lt;i&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/i&gt;, you'll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, back to the bust that was my diet today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Some of my former co-workers and really good friends were in town from Greenville, SC this week and a month or so ago, when they contacted me to tell me they'd be here, we planned to meet for dinner.&amp;nbsp; Since it's bad form to meet friends for dinner and bring your own food (restaurants don't care for this either), I decided that a sushi restaurant would probably offer the most diet-friendly fare.&amp;nbsp; And I know that Michelle LOVES sushi and it's kind of a tradition for us to go eat sushi when she's in town.&amp;nbsp; Joe, on the other hand, doesn't like fish (raw or cooked) so I had to pick a place that had other delights for him.&amp;nbsp; Wasabi Factory, it is!&amp;nbsp; Besides, since we can't eat rice, we had to pick other things too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;At 8:00pm we met the family at Wasabi factory.&amp;nbsp; After pouring over the menu at home we decided the safest thing would be teriyaki without rice.&amp;nbsp; Chicken for The Boyfriend and beef for me.&amp;nbsp; Normally I never get beef teriyaki, ever, but I'm getting a little bored with chicken.&amp;nbsp; The salad that normally comes with teriyaki is usually too sweet for me but this was delish and I ate every last bit of it.&amp;nbsp; The beef was tender and yummy and I even ordered a little side of spicy chili sauce (it's just not good without some spice!).&amp;nbsp; Keeping to my method of eating slowly, I savored each bite, knowing that it might bring disastrous results in the morning...and not only in the form of weight gain, eek!&amp;nbsp; Throughout the meal I would stop and squeal "REAL FOOD!!!" and then remind myself, no it's not "real", it's just more calories than I need.&amp;nbsp; All the while, eyeballing and drooling over the Dragon roll, the Dynamite roll, gyoza..........mmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was a great meal and it was wonderful to see Joe and Michelle; I wouldn't take it back for anything.&amp;nbsp; Even for the 824 calories it afforded me...and that's just a guesstimate.&amp;nbsp; I'm using MyFitnessPal app and website to track my exercise and calories and they have a large database of foods and respective calorie counts.&amp;nbsp; The closest I could come (without knowing exact measurements or ingredients) is Beef Teriyaki, Sushi Bar, 8oz: 700 calories and Green Salad, Ginger Dressing, 1 bowl: 124 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's definitely making me rethink our scheduled cheat day this coming Saturday though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&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/2858014908541622366-4712651498095067406?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/4712651498095067406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=4712651498095067406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4712651498095067406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4712651498095067406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-11.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 11'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3355174450186953227</id><published>2011-08-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:31:21.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 414&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 9.4lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My biggest loss so far: 1.4 lbs in one day!!&amp;nbsp; I think the hula hooping is helping a bit, even though it's only 15 minutes of it, it still burns 90 of my meager calories and it helps tone too.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling so good last night I even did some crunches.&amp;nbsp; Not many...but enough to say I did some.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;One thing I notice is that my skin is clearing up.&amp;nbsp; My skin isn't normally oily or greasy and I don't have acne, ever, but in the last 4-5 months I've been on a different birth control formula and eating badly and have had some small breakout/dryness around my nose.&amp;nbsp; Now, except for one blemish, it's all gone.&amp;nbsp; Not only is this diet cleansing my body but it's also cleansing my skin...awesome!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The Boyfriend is now down 21 lbs so he's still on track to end the diet August 29th.&amp;nbsp; That's a lot closer than the original ending date of mid-September and I can't wait.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to eat normally again...well not as normal as I was eating.&amp;nbsp; This diet is so restrictive that I even want yogurt right now and I don't normally like yogurt.&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This weekend some friends from out of state will be visiting and we are meeting up with them for lunch and the Seattle Underground tour on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; We have been planning this for months and didn't even think about "The Diet" until just a few days ago.&amp;nbsp; Sooo...we decided that Saturday will be a cheat day.&amp;nbsp; We decided on Pike Brewery and have both picked out items on their menu that aren't horrifically over fatty or calorie-ific and we both would like to have a beer.&amp;nbsp; A little pushing of the envelope...just a test...to see what will happen the next day.&amp;nbsp; My luck I'll be sick as a dog from the food and won't want to eat anything but white fish and veggies forever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So far I don't feel differently, weight-wise, so I'm not sure where the weight is disappearing from.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend commented today that the cotton dress I'm wearing today looks good, that it looks to be a bit looser on me so maybe it's just "shedding" off all over.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the twins stay the same!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Last night The Boyfriend made small bun-less hamburgers LOADED with fresh garlic.&amp;nbsp; It was nice to have some red meat over white fish or chicken.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I had another patty with halved grape tomatoes seasoned with crushed red peppers, onion powder, black and white pepper with a splash of balsamic vinegar.&amp;nbsp; It was just missing cheese and avocado...and a bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm glad that my hunger pains have subsided and stay mostly away until my scheduled meal times.&amp;nbsp; I notice that when I start eating, I feel sated...not full, mind you, but sated.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I don't even want to finish my whole meal.&amp;nbsp; I've also started cutting my food into small pieces and taking water breaks in between bites.&amp;nbsp; The smaller pieces, the slower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;and the addition of lots of water helps my belly feel fuller quicker.&amp;nbsp; I'll usually drink one liter of water per meal.&amp;nbsp; Instead of sipping water like I used to, I now gulp it and have been drinking 4-7 liters a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The body is amazing at what it can adapt to and how quickly it adapts.&amp;nbsp; Not even a week ago I was miserable and pathetic...now, I feel great and excited.&amp;nbsp; I'm also a bit proud of myself.&amp;nbsp; I have never attempted a diet so restrictive and intense and even on the lesser intense diets, I always give in to temptation quickly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;10 more days, my friends, 10 more days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3355174450186953227?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3355174450186953227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3355174450186953227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3355174450186953227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3355174450186953227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-10.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 10'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-423690775797068059</id><published>2011-08-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T06:31:01.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 448&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 8lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm changing my schedule up and writing about the day at night instead of the next morning. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This morning the scale said I lost 1.2 lbs yesterday and that was enough to soften the blow of gaining 0.4 lbs yesterday...I'm down a total of 8 lbs in 7 days (of the 500 calorie phase).&amp;nbsp; I can't complain!&amp;nbsp; If I keep losing at least 1 lb a day I'll be down 28 lbs by August 29th which is The Boyfriend's target date to lose his maximum 34 lbs.&amp;nbsp; There is &lt;b&gt;*NO WAY*&lt;/b&gt; I'll keep on this diet if he's not; I don't have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much willpower!!&amp;nbsp; Besides, 28 lbs is a great start.&amp;nbsp; According to my height I should&amp;nbsp; be 124 lbs but that just seems too damn skinny so I'm shooting for a healthy 140.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Boyfriend told me today that he's noticed my moods have leveled out and he's glad I'm back to normal and not in Mega Bitch mode anymore.&amp;nbsp; I think my body and my brain is just starting to get used to this...somewhat.&amp;nbsp; I'm not starving and my cravings have mellowed out.&amp;nbsp; Now, don't get me wrong, the back of my brain is still yelling &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"NACHOS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it's quieted some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.decibelmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/NachosBeef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://www.decibelmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/NachosBeef.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The absolute hardest part for me is nights; I love snacking while sitting on the couch watching a movie or TV.&amp;nbsp; Right now it's 7:46 and I'm craving something crunchy.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately I didn't eat both my snacks today so I'm gonna nosh on some clementines; 2 clementines are 80 calories.&amp;nbsp; I also miss The Boyfriend's weekend breakfasts too...sigh...is it August 29th yet??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-423690775797068059?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/423690775797068059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=423690775797068059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/423690775797068059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/423690775797068059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-9.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 9'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-9143161341598227805</id><published>2011-08-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:47:22.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 448 with 90 calories burned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: gained 0.4lbs (EEK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another case in point of how easy it is to confuse me (especially on this diet)...I'm writing my blog entries the morning of the day after so I'm a day behind.&amp;nbsp; Now it's getting difficult to 1) remember which day I'm writing about, 2) what happened the day before, and 3) how much weight I've dropped and what days to record it on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;{shakes head}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monday's are not my favorite days of the week, they approach like a crocodile in the reeds, slowly and methodically and then attack with as much brute force.&amp;nbsp; This Monday was an exceptionally bad morning since I woke up and weighed myself and I was&lt;b&gt; *UP*&lt;/b&gt; 0.4 lbs!!&amp;nbsp; WTF!?!?&amp;nbsp; I am starving myself and somehow &lt;b&gt;*GAINED* &lt;/b&gt;weight!?&amp;nbsp; What kind of diet is this!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After review of the day before I realized that I had used a new eye makeup that I had just bought and never used before.&amp;nbsp; It's a "paint" so I'm assuming had some oil in it which is a no-no.&amp;nbsp; And since I had hula hooped I burned 90 calories from my meager daily intake so I was hungry...I gorged on two 2" sesame bread sticks after hooping which put my snacks at a total of 3 for the day.&amp;nbsp; While the bread sticks were only 18 calories and I did not exceed 500 calories (after exercise) I did not follow the protocol to the letter.&amp;nbsp; Lesson learned, hand smacked, hanging head in shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have noticed since I changed up my pills vs. eating routine on Sunday that I have been more even throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; No major mood swings, no feelings of wanting to die and no major hunger pains that a half a liter of water won't fix.&amp;nbsp; Monday I took my pills at 5:30am, had a snack around 8am, lunch around 11am, pills at 12pm, snack at 3:30pm and dinner at 5:30pm.&amp;nbsp; I was still a little hungry after dinner so I think I'm going to shift the times up a bit so I'm eating later in the evening. Monday evening I hooped for 15 minutes and burned 90 calories.&amp;nbsp; I had to stop at 15 minutes because I started getting hungry and my legs started feeling weak.&amp;nbsp; After hooping I was exhausted and couldn't wait for bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One very welcome pro of this diet is the lack of feeling fat and bloated after eating a meal, especially a meal at a restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Here's a bit of TMI so if you don't want to read about bodily functions, skip this paragraph.&amp;nbsp; I don't miss being gassy and I definitely don't miss pooping!&amp;nbsp; There isn't quite enough food in my system to allow for gas or even much waste.&amp;nbsp; While there are some stomach cramps/pain from occasional hunger and there are some bloaty feelings when I chug a lot of water at once, it passes quickly and I find that I never feel like crap after eating a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grocery stores have become my nemesis!&amp;nbsp; While shopping we have to have a detailed, complete list.&amp;nbsp; Walking through a grocery store is torture!&amp;nbsp; I see all these things that would be on a normal healthy eating plan and I want them!&amp;nbsp; Avocados, Ahi tuna, steak, nectarines, cheese, bananas...{drool}.&amp;nbsp; When this is over I'm getting avocados to top my chicken with and to put on veggies.&amp;nbsp; And I'm going to load up on Ahi, we can't eat it since it's a pink fish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Aug 9th) I celebrate 7 days of being on this diet, cheat-free.&amp;nbsp; I shall celebrate by...um...drinking more black coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&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/2858014908541622366-9143161341598227805?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/9143161341598227805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=9143161341598227805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/9143161341598227805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/9143161341598227805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-8.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 8'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3938837977241264495</id><published>2011-08-08T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:52:21.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 435&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 6.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday was my best day ever!&amp;nbsp; I felt good, I had energy, and I was not starving throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; While I realize my body will have good and bad days I'm hoping I have more days like Sunday or it's gonna be hard to follow out the next 5 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes if you give me too much information on one topic (especially if the info is full of contradictions) I'll get a little confused and I'll end up drawing my own conclusions.&amp;nbsp; I've discovered this is happening with the protocol for this diet.&amp;nbsp; My mom loaned us a book about the diet that she purchased and followed on her protocol.&amp;nbsp; It's informational and more in depth however it tends to contradict the directions for our regimen.&amp;nbsp; So by taking her book's instructions and our products instructions, I was getting confused and making myself suffer by taking my first meal too late.&amp;nbsp; I think I have it all straightened out now so we will see if my hunger and low-blood sugar wooziness goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diet drinks and artificial sweetener have never been on my list of foods that I enjoy but this protocol says you can use Stevia for sweetener so we bought a box of packets to try.&amp;nbsp; One packet in my coffee Sunday morning and I couldn't even drink it.&amp;nbsp; The sweetener left a greasy, sickly sweet coating on my tongue and throat and I ruined my coffee completely.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend didn't even like it and he doesn't have a problem with artificial sweeteners.&amp;nbsp; I guess sweetening anything is out for us and our friends will gain a new box of Stevia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One thing I notice about my moods on this diet is I'm pretty evenly grouchy.&amp;nbsp; I think the majority of my bad mood is that I feel deprived, I want nachos.&amp;nbsp; I want creamer in my coffee.&amp;nbsp; I want a guacamole burger.&amp;nbsp; That combined with the low blood sugar feelings and the lack of energy make me a bit bitchy.&amp;nbsp; The poor Boyfriend is usually on the receiving end of my moods.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying very hard to not bite his head off when we discuss this diet and his suggestions/ideas to help me.&amp;nbsp; I really just don't want to fail and I wish I were seeing bigger losses.&amp;nbsp; Saturday because I felt so bad, I had too many snacks (3 instead of 2) and I think that contributed to my measly 0.7lb loss.&amp;nbsp; While I understand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for women a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;0.5-0.7lb loss daily is average and normal, I expected something greater and I'm a bit disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I can lose 1lb a day I'll drop 36 lbs by the end and I'll be a happy camper.&amp;nbsp; Here's to hoping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-3938837977241264495?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3938837977241264495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3938837977241264495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3938837977241264495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3938837977241264495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-7.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 7'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-4711526180224676449</id><published>2011-08-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:24:12.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 5 &amp; 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: Day 5 - 469; Day 6 - 402&lt;br /&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning (day 6): 6.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a day behind, when we weren't busy yesterday, I wasn't feeling so hot...here's a recap of Friday and Saturday, days 5 and 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I felt great, got up, wasn't hungry, had some coffee, showered and worked from home.&amp;nbsp; I was attentive and feeling good all day long, was productive and even worked on getting my Pure Romance stuff in order for the upcoming party that I'm consulting at.&amp;nbsp; While I had energy all day long, it weaned in the early evening and we spent the evening watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's foods:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - 4 oz Chicken over 1 cup spinach with a dash of tapatio (yum! 117 cals)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - 4 oz Halibut and 1 cup asparagus (162 cals)&lt;br /&gt;Snacks - 2 pieces of melba toast, 2 clementines, 1 Fuji apple (190 cals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up tired and it progressively got worse through the day.&amp;nbsp; I lost 1 more pound which put me at a loss of 6.4lbs total since Tuesday the 2nd (5 days).&amp;nbsp; We started out the day running errands which we couldn't finish.&amp;nbsp; By 12:00-12:30 I was feeling light headed, woozy, nauseous (even though there was nothing in my tummy) and I had ZERO energy.&amp;nbsp; We cut our errands short and headed home.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend made a lunch of chicken over spinach while I laid on the couch.&amp;nbsp; After lunch I still didn't feel much better so I took a little nap.&amp;nbsp; That didn't help so I ate 2 melba toasts and The Boyfriend made me some iced coffee.&amp;nbsp; After that and a little sun in the back yard I started feeling a little better, still couldn't make any fast movements or I would have to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where The Boyfriend got his energy yesterday but he hung two guitars in the living room, did the dishes, played his guitar and drums, and cooked lunch and was still ready to go.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend has lost an amazing amount of weight...an amount that makes me envious but also proud that he's been so diligent.&amp;nbsp; He also worked nights all last week in 10 hour shifts in a hot building so I can see how he's dropped it so quickly.&amp;nbsp; As of Saturday morning he's lost 16 lbs!!&amp;nbsp; He can feel it and there's an obvious difference.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon we decided to finish our errands before dinner so for a bit more energy I ate an apple.&amp;nbsp; Dinner was skewers with jumbo marinated prawns and grape tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; That was a great meal, I was just disappointed there wasn't more of it to be consumed.&amp;nbsp; We went to watch his niece's soccer game in Marysville after dinner and it was nice to get out and get a bit more sun; I was feeling much better and more myself and it was great to see his sister and niece.&amp;nbsp; When we returned home we had a snack of strawberries and sat in the hot tub for awhile then off to bed for a movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my lowest calorie day so far and I think I screwed up my mojo with taking my pills later in the morning (I usually take my first dose at 5:30 as leaving for work) and by not eating lunch sooner.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to see how Sunday goes and if it is as bad as Saturday, I will add in a snack or another meal for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I'm also going to change up when I take my doses in conjunction with when I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle of pills says to take the first dose upon waking and the second dose six hours later, between lunch and dinner.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I got it all screwed up in my head and thought it said to take your second dose 6 hours later WITH lunch.&amp;nbsp; So I've been taking my first dose at 5:30am and my second roughly 11:30am-12pm and then eating right after taking them and 2 full glasses of water.&amp;nbsp; Dinner is around 4pm and a snack around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did go to Super Supplements and buy some new chap stick and body lotion and I love both products.&amp;nbsp; The chap stick is Alba Coconut Creme, it tastes wonderful and stays on very well.&amp;nbsp; The lotion is Organic Fiji Pineapple Coconut with organic coconut oil and it kept me moisturized even through our hot tub session!&amp;nbsp; I might have to keep using this lotion, it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change up my overall routine of pills vs. food and I want to add in some mild exercise.&amp;nbsp; We want to start going for walks and I'd like to start hooping again but finding the energy lately has been impossible.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that by next week, after an entire week of being on the 500 calories, I'll feel better and my body will adjust.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please have a huge platter of loaded nachos for me though, pretty please?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-4711526180224676449?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/4711526180224676449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=4711526180224676449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4711526180224676449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4711526180224676449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-5-6.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 5 &amp; 6'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-2821866003354578979</id><published>2011-08-05T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:12:43.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 444&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 5.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hurray, I'm still on track of a loss of at least one pound a day!&amp;nbsp; While I have to say it hasn't been fun, seeing results in such a short time makes it worth it.&amp;nbsp; Watch...I probably just jinxed myself, I will probably plateau now and not lose anything for another week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/iSokL-oTVCFwej-0ykSJx18SrhBhCCgQ6FmHLV2C4j2Hk1la9HWizF*R5ZiN*AoFQwFuN891oaALZWxYN0Q9hGw9UTTz9R7k9jnS1q3feuE_/wood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://api.ning.com/files/iSokL-oTVCFwej-0ykSJx18SrhBhCCgQ6FmHLV2C4j2Hk1la9HWizF*R5ZiN*AoFQwFuN891oaALZWxYN0Q9hGw9UTTz9R7k9jnS1q3feuE_/wood.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday was much better than Wednesday was, I was not nearly as hungry when I woke up (or throughout the day) and I didn't get the low blood sugar shakes except for a few episodes that didn't last too long.&amp;nbsp; I also had energy throughout the day...right up until I got home, then it crashed.&amp;nbsp; It was also my lowest calorie day so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's see I had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coffee and green tea for breakfast (0 calories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chicken and cucumbers for lunch (always 4oz of meat and 1 cup of veggie; 126 cals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mahi mahi for dinner and instead of a veggie I drank 1oz of &lt;a href="http://www.monavie.com/products/health-juices/active"&gt;Monavie Active &lt;/a&gt;(super fruit juice...my parents are distributors, the shit rocks!&amp;nbsp; It's totally helping my dad and The Boyfriend's joints but that's a blog for another day; 120 cals).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My snacks consisted of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipetips.com/images/glossary/m/melba_toast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/glossary/m/melba_toast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Melba toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 1 piece of melba toast (these little slices of heaven are about 1/8 inch thick, 2 inches wide and 4 inches long...if that; 20 cals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 little sesame sticks (I had to restrain from taking the whole box to the couch with me; 18 cals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 apples throughout the day (160 cals) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also knocked back 6 liters of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I usually fill my 1 liter water bottle and immediately chug 1/4 to 1/2 of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The thing about drinking so goddamned much water is I'm constantly peeing!!&amp;nbsp; Seriously like every 15 minutes!&amp;nbsp; It's a bit annoying while I'm at work and I have to break concentration to go pee again.&amp;nbsp; But I guess it's a good thing that I'm so well hydrated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another thing I notice from drinking so much water is that my tummy gets so very happy to have something, &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; in it that it doesn't quite know what to do...so it distends.&amp;nbsp; It's annoying and gives me a bloated feeling which I don't care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one thing that I enjoy most about this diet is they suggest ZERO exercise.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; Obviously exercising burns calories and since you are ingesting so few of those already, they don't want the exercise burning your muscle tissue or making your hunger worse.&amp;nbsp; They say that if you "must" exercise (who "must" exercise, bah!) only do 20-30 mins of walking a day and a few sit ups or crunches but not much more than that.&amp;nbsp; I think that I will start hula hooping again (if my energy ever comes back) and doing a few crunches nightly.&amp;nbsp; And The Boyfriend and I are going to start diving at least once a week so that will give a little bit more exercise by lifting and carrying so much weight to and from the water.&amp;nbsp; I just hope we have the energy to kick our fins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-2821866003354578979?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/2821866003354578979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=2821866003354578979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2821866003354578979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2821866003354578979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-4.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 4'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-4122007499383675233</id><published>2011-08-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:26:20.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Dieting Hell: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Current Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 493&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 3.8 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Well I'm on track of a loss of (minimum) 1lb a day so far and that makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; Another spot of happiness in my bleak dieting world is that I did not wake up starving and ready to eat The Boyfriend and The Dogs this morning!&amp;nbsp; Last night you would have thought me a whiny baby who thought she was dying.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully the only ones around to hear me complain were the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;All day yesterday I had that low-blood-sugar, light-headed, on-a-boat feeling where if I stood up too fast, breathed too deeply, or even concentrated too hard I would think I was about to pass out.&amp;nbsp; Hunger pains were extensive and every few minutes I would stop myself from going off in search of food.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Mexican food TORMENTED me all day: &lt;i&gt;Memo's&lt;/i&gt; Carne Asada fries, &lt;i&gt;Avocado's&lt;/i&gt; seafood burrito and Arroz con Pollo, shredded beef tacos, fajitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fecielo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/mexican-food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.fecielo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/mexican-food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fecielo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/mexican-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; text-decoration: none;"&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Here's a list of what we can eat while on this diet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Breakfast - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #999999;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Tea or coffee in      any quantity without sugar.&amp;nbsp; Only one tablespoon of milk is allowed      in 24 hours; saccharine or Stevia may be used&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch / Dinner -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #999999;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;100 grams of veal, beef, chicken breast, fresh white      fish, lobster, crab, or shrimp. All visible fat must be carefully removed      before cooking, and the meat must be weighed raw. It must be boiled or      grilled without additional fat. Salmon, eel, tuna, herring, dried or      pickled fish are not allowed. The chicken breast must be removed from the      bird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;One      type of vegetable only to be chosen from the following: spinach, chard,      chicory, beet-greens, green salad, tomatoes, celery, fennel, onions, red      radishes, cucumbers, asparagus, cabbage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Snacks (before and/or after dinner) -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #999999;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;One      bread stick (grissino) or one Melba toast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;An      apple, orange, or a handful of strawberries or one-half grapefruit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;There is no deviating from the protocol or go over 500 calories in one day or YOU. WILL. GAIN. WEIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Is this a diet or boot camp?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;For breakfast yesterday I decided to stick to green tea to help move things along, so to speak.&amp;nbsp; Probably a good idea since I was on shaky ground already and didn't need any major amount of caffeine to boost that unsteadiness.&amp;nbsp; I ended up eating my apple between tea and lunch because I was SO VERY HUNGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch was chicken marinated in lemon juice and spices and 1 cup of cucumbers seasoned with white pepper, crushed red pepper, onion powder, and garlic powder.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you something: regular cucumbers do not agree with me!&amp;nbsp; All afternoon and evening the damn thing came back to haunt me.&amp;nbsp; From now on I’m sticking to English or seedless cukes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Last night's dinner consisted of my 4oz/100g of halibut and 1 cup of tomatoes that The Boyfriend lovingly prepared.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get a chance to eat it until after 6:00pm and by that time I was so shaky and hungry that I didn't even want to take the energy to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;I was so bad off yesterday that I asked my mom to drive me and the dogs to their vet appointment in Mount Vernon because I didn’t trust myself to maneuver a car or stay focused long enough.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, come 6pm I practically forced dinner down my throat and cringed at every bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Water.&amp;nbsp; Water is my friend.&amp;nbsp; It is suggested we drink 64oz of water a day but I've been using it to fill my tummy so I've been averaging 4-6 liters a day.&amp;nbsp; I guess I can say I'm well hydrated!&amp;nbsp; So well hydrated I haven't even had to use my beloved Burts Bees chapstick much.&amp;nbsp; Which is a good thing since I'm not supposed to use it.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; It's called out in the no-no list: No Burts Bees, it contains lanolin.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I shouldn't be using anything but mineral makeup but since I have an extensive MAC cosmetics collection, I can't justify going out and buying new makeup just for this diet.&amp;nbsp; I don't wear face makeup like foundation or powder though so I'm going to assume my eyelids won't be absorbing calories from my eye shadow, liner, or mascara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, another no-no is wearing lotions...including sun screen.&amp;nbsp; Which means me and my expensive skin is going to be staying out of the sun for the next 6 weeks!&amp;nbsp; I can use moisturizers like baby oil or mineral oil but no body lotion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;So many protocols to follow it's kind of hard to remember what all to do and not to do.&amp;nbsp; The Boyfriend and I are getting a system down and hopefully tonight is the last of this night shift job so we can start planning better and working together more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Until tomorrow...hopefully I'll be another pound lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;amp;postID=4122007499383675233&amp;amp;from=pencil" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-4122007499383675233?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/4122007499383675233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=4122007499383675233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4122007499383675233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4122007499383675233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/dieting-hell-day-3.html' title='Dieting Hell: Day 3'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-6402698796549106406</id><published>2011-08-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:26:20.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>Second Installment of Dieting Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calories inhaled previous day: 466&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weight dropped as of this morning: 2.2lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We survived the first day of 500 calories...barely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Boyfriend has been working nights which sucks for both of us seeing as my sleep gets interrupted when he comes home between 2:30-3:30am every morning and his sleep schedule is off kilter.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say the house has been kind of cranky since he started nights, going on 3 weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lack of sleep + 500 calories = 2 bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yesterday afternoon was rough with confusion and yawning and "I'm HUNGRY"s and "I don't want to go to work!!"s but we pulled through and made a dinner of chicken marinated in lemon juice and spices with sauteed red onions for our veggie just in time for The Boyfriend to leave for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fighting off a low blood sugar headache and drinking water like I was a fish, I wandered around the house for a bit, wondering what to do with myself.&amp;nbsp; There was zero energy for anything physical such as cleaning or walking the dogs or even sitting upright at my laptop in my office.&amp;nbsp; Three ibuprofen, a liter of water and about eight cigarettes later (I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; going to quit smoking but something is telling me not to just yet) I decided to cuddle on the couch with the dogs and watch some TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUcBE801DU/TMPcpFa-PNI/AAAAAAAACxA/EObc3f4IRVk/s400/anthony_bourdain31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUcBE801DU/TMPcpFa-PNI/AAAAAAAACxA/EObc3f4IRVk/s200/anthony_bourdain31.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized, very quickly, that I cannot watch two of my favorite shows anymore: &lt;i&gt;Man vs. Food &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Anthony Bourdain No Reservations&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They bring cravings for whatever 8lb+ concoction Adam might be force feeding himself or whatever exotic food or locale Tony is visiting that makes me envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newraleigh.com/images/articles/adam_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://www.newraleigh.com/images/articles/adam_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This makes me very sad as I miss the nights where Adam inspires me to make a huge plate of nachos with odd toppings such as leftover pork chop or hot cock in place of salsa, at 8pm.&amp;nbsp; While I know that isn't healthy and helped get me to a state where I'm actually dieting, I still miss those nights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, I miss beer already too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/beer-and-liquor/Corona-Extra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/beer-and-liquor/Corona-Extra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I'll just have to stick to caffeine, nicotine, and my measly 500 calorie days.&amp;nbsp; Here's to hoping I can drop at least 25 lbs in the next 6 weeks and to hoping my low blood sugar shakes  go away very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2858014908541622366-6402698796549106406?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/6402698796549106406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=6402698796549106406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6402698796549106406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6402698796549106406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-installment-of-dieting-hell.html' title='Second Installment of Dieting Hell'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUcBE801DU/TMPcpFa-PNI/AAAAAAAACxA/EObc3f4IRVk/s72-c/anthony_bourdain31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3121504611167394976</id><published>2011-08-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:26:20.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowCalorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancyHormone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcgDiet'/><title type='text'>First Installment of Dieting Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...the boyfriend and I decided to start the HCG diet.  You know the one where you take HCG activators (either in the form of drops, mouth spray, injections, or pills) and consume only 500 calories a day?  The theory is that the HCG activator tells your brain to release the fat cells that are stored in your blood, therefore burning that fat instead of structural fat or "good" fat that you need.  With your body burning this "hidden" fat, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; consume only 500 calories a day, not be starving yourself and still maintain a loss of 1-3 lbs a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bit of background so you don't think me insane: I've known 6 people who have followed this diet plan and have experienced weight loss of 30+ pounds in 3-6 weeks time (depending on the method and country of origin of the activator).  Furthermore (the exciting part!), the losses they experienced did not magically reappear on their asses once they ended the diet.  My parents each lost 30-35 lbs in 4 weeks; a friend lost 36 lbs in 6 weeks; another friend 20 lbs in 2 weeks; yet another friend: 40 lbs in 30 days.  The amount of success we've seen is enough to say "let's frigging try it, what do we have to lose besides our beer bellies!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That being said we started this diet two days ago, Sunday, July 31st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first two days of the diet include taking two pills in the morning before breakfast and another two pills before lunch.  Annndd....gorging yourself on the fattiest foods you can find!  Now you're probably thinking "gorging on ice cream, fried chicken, real butter, pasta...how awesome!!!"  I'm on day 3 and just past the gorge days and let me fill you in...I wanted to DIE yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's my menu for the first two days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pe-eZFLGXjs/TjllMqr9ebI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qa_TrgmllJY/s1600/bakery.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pe-eZFLGXjs/TjllMqr9ebI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qa_TrgmllJY/s320/bakery.JPG" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Leftover breakfast burrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Breakfast - two pills with a full glass of water, coffee with sugar and creamer, 6lb breakfast burrito from Sultan Bakery, complete with ham, bacon, sausage, veggies, hash browns, Verde sauce, and sour cream.  This thing was huge and I could only pack away 2 inches of the plate-sized monstrosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - sample bites of the chocolate peanut butter caramel bars, chocolate cake, and eclairs purchased at Sultan Bakery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch - two pills with a full glass of water, root beer, Ezell's spicy fried (white meat for me) chicken, tater salad, mashed taters and gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - more samples of the delectable treats from the earlier snack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner - 3 slices of pepperoni, onion, green pepper pizza from Georgio's Pizza, root beer, and a few bites of the side salad I ordered with the pizza.  Figuring the salad was WAY too healthy, I abandoned it, reserving the awesome blue cheese dressing for dipping my pizza in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - leftover DQ Blizzard that happened to be purchased Saturday evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Breakfast - two pills washed down with a full glass of water, McDonald's sausage egg McMuffin with cheese, hash brown, and coffee with creamer and sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - 2 slices of leftover pizza, including the blue cheese dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch - two pills with a full glass of water, Coke, 2 more inches of that monster burrito from Sultan Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - more of the delectable treats from Day 1's snack (aren't these things gone yet!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner - Mikey's bacon cheese burger, fries dipped in tarter sauce, Sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snack - last of the leftover DQ Blizzard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2900129854_87ab799976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Day 2 also consisted of purging the house of any of the snacks or foods that we aren't allowed to consume on this diet.  Three large bags later and our friends are happy people: tortillas, garlic bread, eggs, sour cream, cheeses, leftover bbq'ed chicken, mayo, mustard, pop tarts, tortilla chips, potato chips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The gorge days were so bad that we were bloated and uncomfortable and looking forward to day 3 where we start consuming only 500 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the morning of Day 3 and so far I've had two pills, almost a liter of water, and 2 cups of black coffee.  Last night I pan seared a 4oz mahi mahi filet (with only lemon juice and seasonings) and chopped up a cup of tomato that I seasoned with cayenne, garlic powder, sea salt, pepper and fresh basil for lunch today.  And I brought one medium Fuji apple for a snack between lunch and dinner.  Dinner will probably consist of 4oz of chicken breast mixed with 1 cup of cucumber and seasonings with another apple or a piece of melba toast for an evening snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My parents reported losing 10 lbs the 3rd day but seeing as I forgot to weigh myself this morning, I'll have to start tracking tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm starting to shake from all the caffeine I've drank so far this morning so I'm gonna go take a break and drink a bunch of water.  Tune in tomorrow for an update on how/if I survived Day 3.&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/2858014908541622366-3121504611167394976?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3121504611167394976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3121504611167394976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3121504611167394976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3121504611167394976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-installment-of-dieting-hell.html' title='First Installment of Dieting Hell'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pe-eZFLGXjs/TjllMqr9ebI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qa_TrgmllJY/s72-c/bakery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-6282915948454771120</id><published>2010-11-08T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:38:32.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Lost?</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post some wonderful, insightful, intriguing posts now that I've revamped my blog but so far...nothing.  I've read some very inspiring blogs lately as well as seen some very inspiring photographers, now I just have to put that inspiration to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I shot my first wedding reception in Richland, WA for a friend who got married earlier this year in Vegas.  This weekend was reserved for celebrating with friends and family.  In the past I've taken pictures at events such as our company picnics and parties as well family and friends parties but never worked an actual commissioned event.  While I was terribly nervous about having the proper equipment and lighting situation, I was even more nervous at my weakness at manual settings in low light situations...there was going to be DANCING involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 pictures later and I've got my work cut out for me.  My nerves kept me from reviewing the photos I had downloaded to my laptop until much later last night after getting home, getting unpacked, and settling in.  Overall I'm impressed with the before shots where we had the wedding party frolicking in the grass and fallen leaves but I'm sadly unimpressed with most of the dancing shots as well as the important entrance of the new Mr. and Mrs.  There are some that are usable but I'm very disappointed with myself.  I'm going to have to rely on my very minimal skills with PaintShop Pro (I won't spring for Photoshop just yet) to see if I can save some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that means I have to get out and practice more.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-6282915948454771120?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/6282915948454771120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=6282915948454771120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6282915948454771120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6282915948454771120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-been-meaning-to-post-some-wonderful.html' title='Inspiration Lost?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-2243846819040644650</id><published>2008-07-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:20:41.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><title type='text'>Feel-Better Sayings</title><content type='html'>I have gathered these from one of my Flickr contacts...I love them although I am not sure who really said them as she doesn't cite her sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the color of your sky up above.&lt;br /&gt;Paint me a picture of the things that make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Show me your fears and what you're dreaming of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the best way to figure out who you are is to get to that place where you don't have to be anything else."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-2243846819040644650?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/2243846819040644650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=2243846819040644650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2243846819040644650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/2243846819040644650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-better-sayings.html' title='Feel-Better Sayings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-6019940556954910897</id><published>2008-06-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:59:44.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Books To Read</title><content type='html'>Books I am adding to my Amazon "Must Read" wish list.  I have been able to cross off a few books and there are another handful that I have read in the past but feel I should read again so I didn't cross them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATLAS      SHRUGGED&lt;/b&gt; by Ayn Rand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      FOUNTAINHEAD&lt;/b&gt; by Ayn Rand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;BATTLEFIELD      EARTH&lt;/b&gt; by L. Ron Hubbard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      LORD OF THE RINGS&lt;/b&gt; by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO      KILL A MOCKINGBIRD&lt;/b&gt; by Harper Lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;1984&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;      by George Orwell&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTHEM&lt;/b&gt;      by Ayn Rand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE      THE LIVING&lt;/b&gt; by Ayn Rand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISSION      EARTH&lt;/b&gt; by L. Ron Hubbard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEAR&lt;/b&gt;      by L. Ron Hubbard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ULYSSES&lt;/b&gt;      by James Joyce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;CATCH-22&lt;/b&gt;      by Joseph Heller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE      GREAT GATSBY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt; by F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;DUNE&lt;/b&gt;      by Frank Herbert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS&lt;/b&gt; by Robert Heinlein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;STRANGER      IN A STRANGE LAND&lt;/b&gt; by Robert Heinlein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      TOWN LIKE ALICE&lt;/b&gt; by Nevil Shute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;BRAVE      NEW WORLD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Aldous Huxley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      CATCHER IN THE RYE&lt;/b&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANIMAL      FARM&lt;/b&gt; by George Orwell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRAVITY'S      RAINBOW&lt;/b&gt; by Thomas Pynchon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE      GRAPES OF WRATH&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt; by John Steinbeck&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SLAUGHTERHOUSE      FIVE&lt;/b&gt; by Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;GONE      WITH THE WIND&lt;/b&gt; by Margaret Mitchell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;LORD      OF THE FLIES&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt; by William Golding&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHANE&lt;/b&gt;      by Jack Schaefer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUSTEE      FROM THE TOOLROOM&lt;/b&gt; by Nevil Shute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY&lt;/b&gt; by John Irving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      STAND&lt;/b&gt; by Stephen King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN&lt;/b&gt; by John Fowles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;BELOVED&lt;/b&gt;      by Toni Morrison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      WORM OUROBOROS&lt;/b&gt; by E.R. Eddison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      SOUND AND THE FURY&lt;/b&gt; by William Faulkner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOLITA&lt;/b&gt;      by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOONHEART&lt;/b&gt;      by Charles de Lint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABSALOM,      ABSALOM!&lt;/b&gt; by William Faulkner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;OF      HUMAN BONDAGE&lt;/b&gt; by W. Somerset Maugham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;WISE      BLOOD&lt;/b&gt; by Flannery O'Connor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNDER      THE VOLCANO&lt;/b&gt; by Malcolm Lowry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIFTH      BUSINESS&lt;/b&gt; by Robertson Davies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOMEPLACE      TO BE FLYING&lt;/b&gt; by Charles de Lint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ON      THE ROAD&lt;/b&gt; by Jack Kerouac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEART      OF DARKNESS&lt;/b&gt; by Joseph Conrad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;YARROW&lt;/b&gt;      by Charles de Lint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;AT      THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS&lt;/b&gt; by H.P. 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Lawrence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      WAY OF ALL FLESH&lt;/b&gt; by Samuel Butler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN      AMERICAN TRAGEDY&lt;/b&gt; by Theodore Dreiser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;NATIVE      SON&lt;/b&gt; by Richard Wright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;HENDERSON      THE RAIN KING&lt;/b&gt; by Saul Bellow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;APPOINTMENT      IN SAMARRA&lt;/b&gt; by John O'Hara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;U.S.A.      (trilogy)&lt;/b&gt; by John Dos Passos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;WINESBURG,      OHIO&lt;/b&gt; by Sherwood Anderson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      PASSAGE TO INDIA&lt;/b&gt; by E.M. 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Farrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      GOOD SOLDIER&lt;/b&gt; by Ford Madox Ford&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      GOLDEN BOWL&lt;/b&gt; by Henry James&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SISTER      CARRIE&lt;/b&gt; by Theodore Dreiser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      HANDFUL OF DUST&lt;/b&gt; by Evelyn Waugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL      THE KING'S MEN&lt;/b&gt; by Robert Penn Warren&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      BRIDGE OF SAN LUIS REY&lt;/b&gt; by Thornton Wilder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOWARDS      END&lt;/b&gt; by E.M. Forster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO      TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN&lt;/b&gt; by James Baldwin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      HEART OF THE MATTER&lt;/b&gt; by Graham Greene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;DELIVERANCE&lt;/b&gt;      by James Dickey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      DANCE TO THE MUSIC OF TIME (series)&lt;/b&gt; by Anthony Powell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;POINT      COUNTER POINT&lt;/b&gt; by Aldous Huxley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      SECRET AGENT&lt;/b&gt; by Joseph Conrad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOSTROMO&lt;/b&gt;      by Joseph Conrad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      RAINBOW&lt;/b&gt; by D.H. Lawrence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOMEN      IN LOVE&lt;/b&gt; by D.H. Lawrence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      NAKED AND THE DEAD&lt;/b&gt; by Norman Mailer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;PORTNOY'S      COMPLAINT&lt;/b&gt; by Philip Roth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;PALE      FIRE&lt;/b&gt; by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      MALTESE FALCON&lt;/b&gt; by Dashiell Hammett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARADE'S      END&lt;/b&gt; by Ford Madox Ford&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      AGE OF INNOCENCE&lt;/b&gt; by Edith Wharton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZULEIKA      DOBSON&lt;/b&gt; by Max Beerbohm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEATH      COMES FOR THE ARCHBISHOP&lt;/b&gt; by Willa Cather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;FROM      HERE TO ETERNITY&lt;/b&gt; by James Jones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      WAPSHOT CHRONICLES&lt;/b&gt; by John Cheever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAIN      STREET&lt;/b&gt; by Sinclair Lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      HOUSE OF MIRTH&lt;/b&gt; by Edith Wharton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      ALEXANDRIA QUARTET&lt;/b&gt; by Lawrence Durell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      HIGH WIND IN JAMAICA&lt;/b&gt; by Richard Hughes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      HOUSE FOR MR BISWAS&lt;/b&gt; by V.S. Naipaul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      DAY OF THE LOCUST&lt;/b&gt; by Nathanael West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCOOP&lt;/b&gt;      by Evelyn Waugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE&lt;/b&gt; by Muriel Spark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINNEGANS      WAKE&lt;/b&gt; by James Joyce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;KIM&lt;/b&gt;      by Rudyard Kipling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      ROOM WITH A VIEW&lt;/b&gt; by E.M. Forster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      ADVENTURES OF AUGIE MARCH&lt;/b&gt; by Saul Bellow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGLE      OF REPOSE&lt;/b&gt; by Wallace Stegner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A      BEND IN THE RIVER&lt;/b&gt; by V.S. Naipaul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      DEATH OF THE HEART&lt;/b&gt; by Elizabeth Bowen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;LORD      JIM&lt;/b&gt; by Joseph Conrad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAGTIME&lt;/b&gt;      by E.L. Doctorow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      OLD WIVES' TALE&lt;/b&gt; by Arnold Bennett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVING&lt;/b&gt;      by Henry Green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIDNIGHT'S      CHILDREN&lt;/b&gt; by Salman Rushdie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOBACCO      ROAD&lt;/b&gt; by Erskine Caldwell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRONWEED&lt;/b&gt;      by William Kennedy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;WIDE      SARGASSO SEA&lt;/b&gt; by Jean Rhys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNDER      THE NET&lt;/b&gt; by Iris Murdoch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOPHIE'S      CHOICE&lt;/b&gt; by William Styron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE&lt;/b&gt; by James M. Cain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      GINGER MAN&lt;/b&gt; by J.P. Donleavy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE      MAGNIFICENT AMBERSONS&lt;/b&gt; by Booth Tarkington&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-6019940556954910897?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/6019940556954910897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=6019940556954910897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6019940556954910897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6019940556954910897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2008/06/books-to-read.html' title='Books To Read'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-4168934252811281015</id><published>2008-05-14T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:58:11.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50'/><title type='text'>50 Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have lived in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:state&gt;      state my whole life; within an approximate 25 mile radius actually (for      those in the area, I have lived as far south as Ballard and as far north      as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North Everett&lt;/st1:place&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My poor mother carried me a whole extra      month...apparently I was happy in her womb. I was 9lbs and wrinkle-free      (makes me sound like clothing).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I grew up in the same house and my      parents still live there; I will probably inherit the house eventually.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This gangster guy moved to my middle      school in 7th grade and we fell in love. He was my first real boyfriend.      He was sooo not my type. We were inseparable for over a year. Then I broke      his heart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I used to write poems and short      stories; my writing was dark and morbid. Fitting for a teenager.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I used to want to be a journalist. Or a      rock star.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Growing up my parents were not      religious but they allowed me to discover religion for myself.      Occasionally I attended church and Sunday school with my best friend but      always felt alone and out of place while there. My experience with      religion has left me wondering: why have a religion? Now that I am an      "adult" I consider myself agnostic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I learned to read when I was 3; my      parents read to me every night and encouraged me to read by taking me to      the library frequently. I would always bring home STACKS of books that I      could never read all of before their due date. The first book I read that      didn't have pictures was &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;      in Wonderland.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I recently admitted to myself that I am      somewhat of an exhibitionist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My mom put me in swimming lessons when      I was 4 months old. I have loved the water ever since.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I learned to snow ski fairly young. I      didn't want to but my parents forced it on me. A few years later I learned      to snowboard; it was fun for about 6 years. Now I hate the snow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love water and the ocean; I think I      was born part fish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Growing up we spent summers at my      grandparent's cabin at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;       &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cavanaugh&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; my      parents would have to practically drag me out of the water after the sun      had gone down when my lips were purple and I was shivering. My favorite      memories are of that lake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I was 14 I lost my virginity. To the only boy who has broken my heart twice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Most of my friends smoked and I started      around the age of 16 (or so I recall). I loved smoking, not because I felt      cool but because I actually enjoyed it. I have quit smoking a total of 4      times since then and have started back up 4 times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;From the ages of 16 to 21 I always had      a boyfriend who was over 21. That was super cool as my friends and I had      beer all the time. I drank quite a bit until I turned 24 and the hangovers      started showing up and kicking my ass! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can't remember a lot from my earlier      years. I blame my drinking for the poor quality of my long term memory.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The hardest drug I have done is acid      and I hate smoking pot. I now prefer beer, nicotine, and driving fast.  I      have never been a pill popper and it is hard for me to remember my daily      birth control pill let alone taking other pills "just because".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Halloween is my favorite holiday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I was a sophomore in high school a best friend of mine was shot and killed accidentally. It affected a large      part of my life and still does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All through high school and for a few      years afterward I was between 103 pounds to 119 pounds. I remember my mom      telling me that a few sit ups a day would get rid of my little pooch I had      but I thought she was nuts. Now I wish I had listened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love the feeling that comes with      completing a project, however big or small.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Off and on for 6 years through most of      high school and beyond I dated a man who was controlling and manipulative.      He brought out the worst in me and we would engage in fights where I was      red faced, screaming, and throwing things and he would sit there calm as      could be and ask what was wrong. He knew which buttons to push and I hated      him for it. None of my friends liked him so I lost just about every one of      them; needless to say, I hated him for that too. He wanted to get married      and that was something else I hated him for. The list is never-ending of      things I despised about that relationship. I am so happy to have moved on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I habitually drive fast to loud music.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The only type of therapy I have ever      attended was hypnotherapy; once for quitting smoking and once for anger      management (both while in the above relationship).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have never been a competitive person.      Competing just isn't exciting for me as it is for others. And I honestly      feel that people who compete for things like whose house is worth more or      who has the more expensive wardrobe are really just reaching out for      attention and acceptance. Competing should be saved for sports and races.      Period. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Being married and having children has      never been a priority for me and I doubt I'll ever do either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Honestly, I don't like babies,      toddlers, or kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Natural Born Killers is my favorite      movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I tend to be critical and judgmental.      It is a weakness of mine and I am always working on it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My checkbook has to be balanced to the      penny for my sanity. And I don't like to let the balance drop below a      certain amount.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I'm not good at asking for my loaned      belongings back. I'm a good borrower and am very diligent and thoughtful      when it comes to returning things that I have borrowed and I guess I feel      everyone should be so therefore I am uncomfortable asking when I can      expect my things back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know I need to lose weight; I WANT to      lose weight but I want it to happen overnight and with minimal effort from      me. In a perfect world, maybe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If I had to eat one food for a month it      would be anything Mexican.&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hold an Associates degree in Business      Admin with a concentration in Information Technologies, a Bachelor's      degree in Information Technologies - Computer Systems, and am currently      working towards a second Bachelor's degree in Technical Writing. I      never thought I would want to be a "professional student".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am terrified that I will not put my      expensive education to use when its all said and done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I'm afraid of growing old and looking      back on my life and wishing things had been different. I'm also just      afraid of growing old. I skipped my 28th birthday in hopes that 29      wouldn't arrive. I turned 31 on April 17th, 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am not a collector or a pack rat. I      hate garbage and if it is broken or hasn't been used in more than 12      months, it goes in the trash. Mostly, I hate clutter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sometimes I get an overwhelming feeling      of despair when I realize that I most likely will never have enough money      or, more importantly, enough time in my life to see the entire world the      way I want to see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love to travel but hate the act of      traveling. If only we could transport ourselves immediately...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am a neat freak yet I hate cleaning.      Organizing and picking up is enjoyable but cleaning is horrible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am shy when alone in social situations      yet outgoing when with friends in social situations. I would prefer not to      go anywhere alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I take pleasure in spoiling loved ones.      &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I prefer foggy weather.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I find an article of clothing,      makeup, a kitchen utensil, or other item that I adore, I buy them in      multiples. I have the same "skort" in 5 different colors, 12 pairs      of the same style Old Navy jeans, 6 of the same Eddie Bauer t-shirts, and      about a dozen different colors of one style tank top. We won't even get      into my MAC cosmetics collection... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a bad habit of getting overly      worked up about dumb shit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My pirate ship tattoo was an idea long      before the first Pirates of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/st1:place&gt;      movie was released. I do not have an obsession with Captain Jack Sparrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hate talking on the phone and would      prefer to communicate via email, text messages, or in person. Sometimes I      think I was on the phone too much as a teenager.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love my car like I never thought I      could love a car. It is fast, tight, raw, and sexy. My love for it borders      on obsession.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love my dogs like they are children;      I can not imagine loving a child as much as I love my dogs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-4168934252811281015?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/4168934252811281015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=4168934252811281015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4168934252811281015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4168934252811281015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2008/05/50-things.html' title='50 Things...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-7530592211781236528</id><published>2007-09-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:28:44.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><title type='text'>Can you hear what I am not saying?</title><content type='html'>"The most important things are the hardest things to say.  They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.  But its more that that, isn't it?  the most important things lie too close to wherever  your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.  And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.  That's the worst, I think.  When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Different Seasons: Fall From Innocence (aka Stand By Me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-7530592211781236528?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/7530592211781236528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=7530592211781236528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7530592211781236528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7530592211781236528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/09/diminished-words.html' title='Can you hear what I am not saying?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-429087132546703514</id><published>2007-08-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:19:26.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ufc'/><title type='text'>UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate (work in progress)</title><content type='html'>16. &lt;strong&gt;Adult Parties (not the kinky kind)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back we threw a UFC party at our house and invited a bunch of our fight fan friends.  It so happened that one of our friends had other friends in town who were staying w/them so they brought them along.  The out-of-towners had 3 kids and brought them all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids immediately started grabbing things off shelves w/out asking and my initial reaction was of annoyance but hey, I didnt invite them, the parents should keep their kids in line.  I poured another drink and proceeded to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends knew what kind of trash talk and drinking goes on during our parties and they also know that our house is not kid friendly and we even ask that there be no children in tow on the invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes of listening to fight talk and seeing a bunch of drinking (believe me, I wasn't censoring myself for their comfort) the family and our friends got up and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the story goes that they were uncomfortable with the atmosphere and the adult setting.  That is fine w/me as I didn't really want children in my home.  Besides, what do you expect when you show up to a UFC Fight Night??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-429087132546703514?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/429087132546703514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=429087132546703514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/429087132546703514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/429087132546703514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/08/updated-reasons-i-should-not-procreate.html' title='UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate (work in progress)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3683958331882610570</id><published>2007-07-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:17:55.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate (work in progress)</title><content type='html'>15. &lt;strong&gt;Chicken Pox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had the chicken pox and if I have kids they are sure to get them unless I happen to pass down some super immune chicken pox gene.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want the chicken pox in my adult years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3683958331882610570?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3683958331882610570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3683958331882610570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3683958331882610570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3683958331882610570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/07/updated-reasons-i-should-not-procreate.html' title='UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate &lt;br&gt;(work in progress)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-5367061451188541782</id><published>2007-07-02T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:44:13.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate (work in progress)</title><content type='html'>Reasons 1 - 13 are in an earlier post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Bodily Functions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be able to handle vomit, diarrhea (or even just POOP), spit up, or anything else an infant will produce. It grosses me out just thinking about it. I know everyone says that it is different when the kid is yours but if I cant even stand the smell of my dogs asses how am I supposed to stand the smell of a kid's ass?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-5367061451188541782?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/5367061451188541782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=5367061451188541782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5367061451188541782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/5367061451188541782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/06/reasons-i-should-not-procreate-work-in.html' title='UPDATED: Reasons I Should not Procreate &lt;br&gt;(work in progress)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3383151175635195516</id><published>2007-06-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:43:35.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Reasons I Should not Procreate  (Work in progress)</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Separation / Divorce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to have child(ren) and have something happen like a divorce or separation from the father. Sadly, there is a reputation that comes with being a single mother (regardless if it is true for all single moms) and I do not care to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Birth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole birthing process scares the shit out of me. I have not heard one story that says how "fun" it is. Yeah, it might be an "amazing" or "special" experience but come on, why put myself through agony?? Especially when that agony will not cease for 18+ years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too selfish to have a child(ren). I come first, gotta look out for number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;You gotta feed them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay with feeding myself chips and salsa for dinner. You should not feed children chips and salsa for dinner. Children need proper nutrition for their growing bodies and I have a hard enough time getting proper nutrition myself let alone another human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Stretch Marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, I was 125 lbs for years. Then I moved out with my boyfriend. We lived on pizza and beer and my weight blew up. I have enough stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Finances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring home a decent wage but it goes back to being selfish...I like toys, I like vacations, I like instant gratification, I like spending money on myself. Frivolously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I love to sleep and if I don’t get a full 7 or 8 hours (without interruptions) I am a bitch. The child and father would have a hard time living with me and I would have a hard enough time living with myself. It is not pretty after I have gone a few days with interrupted sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like screaming, yelling, crying, or blabber. I do not find it cute. Rather I find it highly annoying and it makes me want to dig my eyes (or the noise-makers eyes) out with a rusty spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Overpopulation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is already grossly overpopulated. I do not need to contribute to the problem. A really good friend once told me she had children to placate a family member. She didn’t really want children but wanted to make her mother happy. I love this friend to death but that is not a good reason to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Cuteness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I think babies and children are NOT CUTE! Babies look like aliens and children are typically dirty, noisy creatures that are highly irritating (see #8 above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be completely honest. I do not want to fail. I do not want to have a child who despises me as a parent and human being. I do not want to raise a child who ends up being a literal monster (i.e. child molester, rapist, etc). I do not want to run the risk of birth defects or health problems that are out of my control. I do not want to have a child who is a waste of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;TWINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am next in line to have twins. If I don’t want one alien popping out of my cootchie then I sure as hell do not want 2 in a row!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Unfair Child Support Laws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child support laws in this state are beyond fucked up. I could not imagine fighting for child support from a dead beat ex. Women and men are constantly getting screwed over by their ex who has gained custody and who demands entirely too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3383151175635195516?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3383151175635195516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3383151175635195516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3383151175635195516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3383151175635195516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/07/reasons-1-14.html' title='Reasons I Should not Procreate &lt;br&gt; (Work in progress)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-363090113774792757</id><published>2007-06-18T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:51:48.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Trike</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Seen in Moses Lake...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5987/485158468258770/1600/z/201712/bm-image-758156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5987/485158468258770/320/z/281393/bm-image-758156.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-363090113774792757?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/363090113774792757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=363090113774792757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/363090113774792757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/363090113774792757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/06/multimedia-message.html' title='Trike'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-8443719514495427752</id><published>2007-06-05T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:56:43.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><title type='text'>The 'Stang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Here she is...fun for a rental but I would never buy one...she can't hold a candle to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mallory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/1600/z/805042/bm-image-718155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/320/z/518163/bm-image-718155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/1600/z/325489/bm-image-719395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/320/z/631008/bm-image-719395.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/1600/z/549137/bm-image-716255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/320/z/746946/bm-image-716255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3058306207998742323</id><published>2007-05-21T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:44:14.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Office Cartoonist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/1600/z/951889/bm-image-790685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6238/348878773015334/320/z/419409/bm-image-790685.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Modeled after my encounter w/the sea lions in January.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3058306207998742323?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3058306207998742323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3058306207998742323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3058306207998742323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3058306207998742323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/05/multimedia-message_21.html' title='Office Cartoonist'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-667863707670278889</id><published>2007-05-13T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:44:59.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book Worm</title><content type='html'>I love books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had me reading at 3 years old. I have loved books ever since discovering them. I would go to the Lynnwood library and walk out with an impressive stack of books that I would never get to read all of by the return date. There were times when I would find a book that I loved so much I would check it out, again, and again, and again. I have since abandoned the library; I would rather own the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling through LaConnor today in honor of my mother's special day, my eye would happen upon a book shelf full of books with colorful spines and intriguing titles. My heart would do a little flutter and I would be captivated for a period of time. Reading spines and skimming through those that catch my attention and my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked away with a restrained purchase of only 2 books: &lt;em&gt;The Way We Live By The Sea&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Monsters of the Sea&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Way We Live &lt;/em&gt;is a thick hard back that has photos that takes me away to my most favorite place ever...the water. It showcases seaside living structures, the color palate of decorating upon the sea, and it even touches on house boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it ocean, lake, or river I adore the water. Must be from the swimming lessons my mom enrolled me in at 6 months of age and from spending summers on Lake Cavanaugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will live on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monsters&lt;/em&gt; chronicles fairytale sea creatures such as the Kraken as well as true life sea monsters such as the Humboldt squid which can grow up to 10 feet and can weigh 200 pounds. Another testament to my love for the sea and every mysterious creature it contains or has been rumored to contain. Especially mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I will have a library in my home. My current, built in book shelves (a HUGE selling point when we bought the house) are impressive but I want one room where I can organize my treasures and have room to lounge about reading and researching to my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A library by the sea...ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/Rkefx4b6PjI/AAAAAAAAADc/3zCkFy_KQcE/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064191985313267250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/Rkefx4b6PjI/AAAAAAAAADc/3zCkFy_KQcE/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/Rkeh_Yb6PlI/AAAAAAAAADs/87nDSNqdnmM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064194416264756818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/Rkeh_Yb6PlI/AAAAAAAAADs/87nDSNqdnmM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-667863707670278889?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/667863707670278889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=667863707670278889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/667863707670278889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/667863707670278889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/05/book-worm.html' title='Book Worm'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/Rkefx4b6PjI/AAAAAAAAADc/3zCkFy_KQcE/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-4511360401813588476</id><published>2007-05-12T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:02:17.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diving'/><title type='text'>Rosario Beach Dive</title><content type='html'>We have dove Rosario once before last July and it was a very fun dive with wonderful visibility and about 5 octopus sightings. Today's dive was fun but the vis wasn’t the greatest and there were zero octopus sightings. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I buddied up since Mike was going to take Dean and they were going to go do "fun things". Just what he meant by "fun things" was beyond me but I knew he couldn’t take Dean down to 100+ feet because the dive site was only 50 feet deep at its deepest. And I knew they didn’t have any wrecks to sneak off to and penetrate so us girls figured they couldn’t get into tooooo much trouble alone. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there considerably early so we walked down to the water to check out the entry point. Since it was a beautiful day there were plenty of picnic-ers and day trippers out, enjoying the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the whole gang showed up and we started gearing up to be in the water for the 1:30 slack tide. The walk down to the beach is quite long but at least it is firm and flat. Thankfully the weather was not over 60 degrees so it was not a horribly sweaty trek but we were still glad to get in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam out to a point that seemed a good descent point to give us easy access to Urchin Rocks where we were going to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our buddy teams descended one at a time and immediately lost each group in the dismal 10 foot visibility. Jen and I headed towards the rock but I had gotten turned around looking for the guys and even Jen on our way down, so I got disorientated and since I foolishly did not take a compass heading I had to ascend to find our location in regards to Urchin Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after descending again we found the rocks and began searching around in the many nooks and crannies. We saw many large sea cucumbers and nudibranchs but no octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I cut our dive a bit short and went dinking around in the shallows until the rest of the group arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little lunch and relaxing we decided it was getting a little late for a second dive. So we made a quick stop at the Anacortes dive shop where I found a killer barbados "fisher-dude" hat and we hit the highway home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good girl and rinsed all of my gear and now am lounging on the couch watching TV while the dogs are at my parents house. About ready for bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of photos from today, after our dive (the vis wasnt worth taking photos):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPaob6PhI/AAAAAAAAADM/miiFLSqbsos/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063892518718553618" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPaob6PhI/AAAAAAAAADM/miiFLSqbsos/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urchin Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPaIb6PgI/AAAAAAAAADE/BTNeJ206BbY/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063892510128619010" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPaIb6PgI/AAAAAAAAADE/BTNeJ206BbY/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPbIb6PiI/AAAAAAAAADU/X6_YPSHQ0hk/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063892527308488226" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPbIb6PiI/AAAAAAAAADU/X6_YPSHQ0hk/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-4511360401813588476?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/4511360401813588476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=4511360401813588476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4511360401813588476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/4511360401813588476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/05/rosario-beach-dive.html' title='Rosario Beach Dive'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkaPaob6PhI/AAAAAAAAADM/miiFLSqbsos/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-564799508281690797</id><published>2007-05-09T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:46:01.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>My Mallory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is beautiful outside and all I would rather be doing right now is driving my Mallory. Let me tell you a little bit about my Mallory...and yes, I am a tad bit obsessed with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2004 Subaru Impreza WRX STi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sleek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fast&lt;/span&gt;. A friend at work bought her brand new and decided to sell this past December; I jumped on the offer like it was my life saving breath (see previous &lt;a href="http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-3-of-acquisition-of-subie.html"&gt;posts &lt;/a&gt;regarding my acquisition). She has received a few mods: turbo-back exhaust, lighter weight engine parts, stiffer suspension, Access Port, to name a few. I have not gotten any numbers on her but she is pushing over STi stock 300 horsepower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends asked me why an STi? Isn't that a lot of car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a lot of car, especially for street driving, but I had to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first test drive, prior to her being up for sale, took my friend Ross and I 120mph down Boeing Freeway. Amazing. I returned to the office with a perma-grin on my face and my legs felt like jelly. My body was vibrating with the adrenaline flow and I couldn't wait to do it again. She still turns my legs to mush when I start driving aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been motioned to "slow down" twice in the last few days by people standing along side the road. Funny because both times I was only going 5mph over the residential area posted speed limit. Mal just looks and sounds fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When traveling down the freeway I love hearing her turbo whine. Her suspension is tight. Her tires are sticky. Her engine is loud and raspy. She is raw and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkjYfYb6PmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gn1Aq6mK4uI/s1600-h/BKGDSTiLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064535814625181282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkjYfYb6PmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gn1Aq6mK4uI/s400/BKGDSTiLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-564799508281690797?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/564799508281690797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=564799508281690797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/564799508281690797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/564799508281690797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mallory.html' title='My Mallory'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkjYfYb6PmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gn1Aq6mK4uI/s72-c/BKGDSTiLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3572677628464140611</id><published>2007-04-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:36:24.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>Vroom, Vroom, Vroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning my bestest Subie buddy, Ross, came over to breathe new life into Mallory in the form of $6.99 a quart, Royal Purple synthetic motor oil. After trying to figure out how to get her jacked up enough to get to her underbelly he had little difficulty getting her skid plate off and gaining access to the "goods". About an hour and a half later Mallory had 4.8 new quarts of Royal Purple (it really is purple!!) to suck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross had some stuff to do this afternoon so I grudgingly decided to head off on a mini-road trip alone (Mike was on a boat dive today in the Strait of Juan de Fuca). I would have loved for Ross to have joined me but looking back I am glad I was alone…it gave me time to think and get some one-on-one time with Mallory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you non-Subaru owners probably have no idea where I am coming from but my car really is an amazing piece of machinery and I have discovered that it isn't just a car but a way of life. I didn't understand or grasp this concept prior to owning a Subaru…and I am not so sure that all Subaru owners feel the same but regardless, I am caught in a torrid love affair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I casually made my way up I-5 being sure to keep it in 5th gear and under 80 MPH; 22 miles to the Stanwood / Camano Island exit. For those of you who have been to Lake Cavanaugh you will know why I chose this as my road map. The roads are total back country fun. The typical ride there takes roughly 45 minutes from the freeway; it took me all of about 20 minutes today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDwIb6PdI/AAAAAAAAACk/JJNKycFJEQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527850225319378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDwIb6PdI/AAAAAAAAACk/JJNKycFJEQ8/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(photos not taken on subject day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once off the freeway I opened her up as best as I could on the twisty, windy roads. The "S" curves that are posted as 30mph…those were eaten up at 60mph without breaking my tires loose. The hair pin turn rated 15mph was blown away at 30mph, effortlessly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDvob6PcI/AAAAAAAAACc/-St3o-ndO_8/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527841635384770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDvob6PcI/AAAAAAAAACc/-St3o-ndO_8/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads to Cavanaugh and around the actual lake are rutted and worn enough to make me feel like I was on a carnival ride. Some people may not care for the tight suspension that is Mallory's but I adore it. It isn't bouncy and rough like riding in a CJ5 Jeep for instance, but rather smoothly bouncy. Don't understand? Come for a ride with me and you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory's turbo charged engine, tight ass suspension, comfortable racing seats, and amazing tires made this ride unforgettable and I look forward to our summer trips up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I drove I was sure to test out my gears; which gear feels better in which corners and at what speed. My next trip I will test out my Driver Controlled Center Differential (DCCD) and see how she handles when I am controlling her power differential. I normally keep it set to Auto because I figure her computer is smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am a fairly decent driver but I would totally benefit from a driving lesson to teach me how to handle a car at higher speeds and in the corners. PIR offers a course but it is only offered during the week while I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am constantly reminded (mainly by Ross) that I have a superb driving machine that was built for racing, I am still leery at knowing her limits. How quickly can I take a corner without worrying that the tires will leave the pavement? What is my braking distance at certain speeds before I mow someone or something over? And will I be able to react in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never find Mallory's absolute limits and that might just be okay. I would like to hang onto her for a few years…maybe upgrade to an '06 STi at some point...maybe. Until then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDw4b6PfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_6ucFGFME6o/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527863110221298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDw4b6PfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_6ucFGFME6o/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3572677628464140611?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3572677628464140611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3572677628464140611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3572677628464140611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3572677628464140611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/04/vroom-vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom, Vroom, Vroom'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkVDwIb6PdI/AAAAAAAAACk/JJNKycFJEQ8/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-8730495412513009197</id><published>2007-04-22T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:44:50.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota'/><title type='text'>Bye bye Celica</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I sold the Celica Friday...yeaaaa!!! Although I kind of miss it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a 25th birthday present to myself and I sold it 2 days after my 28th birthday. It was a great car and I hope the guy who bought it loves it. And I got what I wanted for it...score!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkU9H4b6PYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5HET4Qt8onM/s1600-h/celica1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063520561665817986" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkU9H4b6PYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5HET4Qt8onM/s400/celica1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-8730495412513009197?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/8730495412513009197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=8730495412513009197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/8730495412513009197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/8730495412513009197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-celica.html' title='Bye bye Celica'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HWhk6xNXU4/RkU9H4b6PYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5HET4Qt8onM/s72-c/celica1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-8842475199313523995</id><published>2007-04-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:40:58.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>Subiefest 2007</title><content type='html'>Subaru isn't just a car.  It is a way of life.  This became very apparent to me on Saturday.  I love Mallory and this past weekend let me see a little bit more of what she (and I) can do.  I have more respect for Subaru in general and I have a lot more respect for drivers who can handle a car like it is a Tonka toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland International Raceway held 2007's first Subiefest (the next should be in another 6 months or so) and Mike, myself, and two good friends (one who owns a 2004 RS) from work all attended.  There was a burn out competition, auto xing, time attack, vendors, food, tons of Subies as well as other rally type cars, and the coolest event: the D1 Drift Cars of Team Orange.  If you have never seen a drift competition, you must; it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it rained for most of the afternoon on and off I left my camera in the car so I didn't get many photos of the actual festival.  Sunday brought sun and blue skies as well as a speed run out of Portland and through Castle Rock to one of the observatories over looking Mount St. Helens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back down the mountain we came across another fellow Subaru driver who showed us a back road that had no traffic, cops, or speed limits…at least we didn't pay attention to speed limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;290 miles in one sunny day.  Mallory is a beast, a fucking FAST beast.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my &lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/Subiefest%202007/"&gt;photo album&lt;/a&gt; from the whole weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-8842475199313523995?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/8842475199313523995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=8842475199313523995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/8842475199313523995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/8842475199313523995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/04/subiefest-2007.html' title='Subiefest 2007'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1147961916536595844</id><published>2007-01-13T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:33:48.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diving'/><title type='text'>Brrrrrr...</title><content type='html'>6am the alarm goes off.  We are to meet a group of friends at the McDonalds in Marysville in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After packing some extra clothing and some lunch makings and crammed everything in the Celica and headed out.  We stopped for a much needed mocha and were at the rendezvous point quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destination: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whytecliff Park in Vancouver BC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the Queen Charlotte Channel for some winter diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive up north was uneventful with some icy patches in Bellingham area.  We reach the border and were asked a few basic questions: where do you live?  Where are you going?  For how long? And we were off and trucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the park right on time as everyone else was arriving.  It took us a little bit to get motivated and geared up but we finally got our gear together and our dry suits on.  It was cold and we all knew the water would be cold too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all added extra layers of clothing.  I was wearing:&lt;br /&gt;¶      a cami-style tank top&lt;br /&gt;¶      a long sleeved under armor shirt&lt;br /&gt;¶      a long sleeved cotton T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;¶      1 pair of fuzzy socks&lt;br /&gt;¶      1 pair of snowboarding socks&lt;br /&gt;¶      long underwear pants&lt;br /&gt;¶      a pair of cotton pants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All underneath my undergarment which is about 3/4 inches of fleece and other warm materials.  And then throw on the tri-laminate dry suit and about 80 – 90 pounds of gear including weights and a 100 cubic foot steel air cylinder and you have a fully suited, heavy diver who wants nothing more then to get in the water so they can float and be practically weightless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certified in November of 2005 and dove all that winter but never did we encounter anything this bone chillingly cold…  The air temp was roughly 39 degrees and the surface swim out to the descent point felt much colder!  My dive computer was registering 38 degrees on the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made the surface swim fairly quickly because we were kicking fast to keep warm.  None of us were looking forward to putting our heads under that water.  Mike buddied up with our favorite dive instructor so they could go deep and I was with our favorite dive buddy and dive master, Suzie, and her husband because we were planning a shallower dive profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this was my first cold dive since mid-November I was a little nervous that my skills would not be up to par.  Sometimes my dry suit purge vent has problems venting excess air on ascent which can lead to a run-away ascent which can lead to air embolisms, the bends, as well as other problems that no one wants (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;promise&lt;/em&gt;…diving is fun and safe if done correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the water by 10:45am and the surface swim was about 10 minutes.  As we reached our descent point someone pointed out the seal that was swimming about 10 feet away from us, checking us out.  We adjusted our hoods and masks, shoved our regulators in our mouths and purged our BCDs (buoyancy compensation devices which allow us to float) to begin our descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site we were diving is called The Cut and is a seemingly never-ending rock wall (we far as we know it goes to 170 feet and we have not found bottom) with ledges and cracks all along it.  We descended close to the rock and started down the wall.  We hit a depth of about 78 feet and leveled off.  We swam along the wall inspecting cracks and the abundance of sea life.  On any given day you can see &lt;a href="http://members.shaw.ca/victoriascubaclub/cloud%20sponge%20project.html"&gt;cloud sponges&lt;/a&gt;, white and orange plumose &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_anemones"&gt;anemones&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ocean.udel.edu/deepsea/level-2/creature/tube.html"&gt;tube worms&lt;/a&gt;, sea and sun stars (starfish), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_cucumbers"&gt;sea cucumbers&lt;/a&gt;, purple &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_urchins"&gt;urchins&lt;/a&gt;, various crab species, &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/oceanrealm/seadwellers/gardendwellers/lord1.html"&gt;red irish lords&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.alamy.com/stock_photography/2/1/Brandon+Cole+Marine+Photography/AA27Y3.html"&gt;buffalo sculpins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_squirts"&gt;sea squirts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.afsc.noaa.gov/groundfish/RockfishGuide/Rockfish_Pages/Quillback_rockfish.htm"&gt;rock fish&lt;/a&gt;, and the occasional octopus crammed in a crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water temperature actually increased the deeper we went; it was 46 degrees at 78 feet and 49 degrees at 151 feet.  We saw many of the above listed critters as well as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nudibranch" target="_self"&gt;nudibranchs&lt;/a&gt; (pronounced: nudi-brank) and even a harvest of nudibranch eggs that are ribbon-like and curled up in a spiral.  At one point Suzie and I found a child's toy: a plastic Viking boat complete w/a broken sail, the dragons on the bow and stern, as well as a weight carefully placed in the bottom of the boat, stuffed under the plastic seats.  We left it there in case it had some sort of meaning (a memorial maybe) or in case it was a habitat for a small critter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were soooo damn cold we decided to cut our dive a little short so we begun our ascent slowly.  Suzie and I must have looked pretty silly trying to get our purge vents to purge (she was having the same over-clothed problem I was having) by flapping our left arms and rolling on our backs.  The purge vents are located about half-way up the upper left arm of the sleeve of the dry suit and sometimes you have to get all the air into your left arm and make it the highest point of your body to get it to vent properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Scuba FYI: when you descend you are under pressure and any air that happened to be in your dry suit will compress.  As you ascend any air remaining in your suit including the air that you pumped in to compensate for the compression "squeeze" will decompress which will fill your suit with enough air to make you positively buoyant.  While diving you always want to be neutrally buoyant and under control of your buoyancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke the surface hollering about how damn cold it is.  After a very quick surface swim back to the entry point we hurried (as best as possible w/all the weight) up the somewhat steep ramp to the parking lot, our warm cars and our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we all brought 2 tanks each (fully intending on doing 2 dives) we all decided it was just too damn cold to go on another dive.  We had some warm soup, sandwiches, fruits and veggies, loaded up the rigs and headed back to the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have dove Whytecliff a handful of times before but it was always in the summer which makes it very difficult as the walk to the water is kind of far…you are always guaranteed to be a dripping, sweaty mess as you arrive at the shore, welcoming the cool water.  It almost makes you want to dive wet instead of dry…notice I said "almost".  The waters of the Puget Sound and up into Canada range from 40 – 55 degrees year around depending on depth.  Although we know a handful of divers who do dive wet we prefer diving dry, it makes the surface intervals between dives more bearable and you don't have to worry about a wet bathing suit.  Blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mike is snoring on the couch and I am getting ready to hit the hay myself.  When we got home we realized it had snowed while we were gone and it made it quite difficult to get into our driveway…I don't know if we will be able to make it out of our driveway and up our hill to go watch the game at my parents house in the morning…wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Seahawks&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-1147961916536595844?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1147961916536595844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1147961916536595844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1147961916536595844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1147961916536595844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/01/brrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrr...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-3607272498754203784</id><published>2007-01-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:36:14.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>100 Things...</title><content type='html'>This is my list of 100 things that I want to do before I die...it is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build my dream house &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive my STi on a dry river bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim with dolphins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Italy and France again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the launch of a space shuttle in person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send a message in a bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink cocktails on the beach in a bikini on Christmas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complete (well, if drinking cocktails on a live aboard dive boat in a one-piece on Christmas counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a mule in the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whitewater raft on the Colorado River&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit a nude beach and participate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit an active volcano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on an African Safari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dive a sardine run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim with sharks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to salsa dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit a former concentration camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate the Day of the Dead in Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend a weekend at a world class spa, pampering myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rent my own private island and share it with my family and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in a haunted castle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my Master's Degree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a Chicago style pizza in Chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a game at Yankee Stadium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Mardi Gras in New Orleans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be debt free by 50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to bartend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work at Disneyland as a character for a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive the Autobahn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a bird, preferably a parrot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathe in a waterfall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit every state in the U.S. (7 down, 43 to go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a huge-screen TV &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping with no worries about the money I'm spending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a ride in a hot air balloon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go parasailing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch the Sphinx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take cooking lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a super laptop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own my own dive shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a motorcycle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to surf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Thailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to strip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read all of the books on my bookshelves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk on the Great Wall of China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride on a gondola in Venice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a sunrise over New York City and a sunset over Malibu in the same day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride on an elephant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold and play with a chimpanzee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See all of the &lt;a href="http://wonderclub.com/AllWorldWonders.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wonders of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (5 down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay a week in an over-the-water hut in a tropical location&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Race my Subaru WRX STi and win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participate in a rally race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a career I am passionate about instead of just something to pay the bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn photography, inside and out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a photography business as a hobby / side job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-3607272498754203784?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/3607272498754203784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=3607272498754203784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3607272498754203784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/3607272498754203784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-things.html' title='100 Things...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-6484941599980840562</id><published>2006-12-20T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:43:44.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>MINE, MINE, MINE</title><content type='html'>WOW is all I can say about my new car.  The power, the speed, the piss and vinegar, the ride, the rawness, the SOUND is fucking amazing: raw, sexy and wonderful!  It doesn't sound like a normal car, it growls and grumbles.  It is the best thing I have ever spent money on (besides the roof over my head ).  I just cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work like normal today, worked productively for a few hours then went to the bank; spent an hour+ there getting my loan squared away, then had to go back to the office to pick Markus up so we could seal the deal back at the bank.  After it was all said and done I dropped Mark off at his house and went back to work, trying to figure out how I was going to get 2 cars home after work.  Tough one.  After a few unproductive hours at work I headed home.  After finally getting my 2 vehicles home I hit the roads w/Christmas shopping in mind.  Of course I hit the stores that were the farthest away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it rained all night; I really want to drive&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;The Owner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (trying out names for her) on dry pavement to get to know her a little bit.  She is squirrelly in the rain due to the texture of her tires (I have been told multiple times to buy a winter set and keep the stock ones for summer) so I am not really getting a feel for the capability of this monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my shopping mission I stopped by my parent's house to show them &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and Dad immediately hopped in the driver's seat, he was ready to go!  After taking the car for a ride down highway 99 doing &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;90mph&lt;/span&gt; we headed back.  The only words out of his mouth were how nice my car is and how "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;criminally fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" it is.  He couldn't say enough about it and kept telling Mom that she HAS to drive it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan on getting some photos taken and posted so you all can see the beauty of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Brutal Boxer Beast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (this name was Ross's original idea).  Next purchase will be a radar detector; the best one money can buy!  Right before I tint the windows and buy a sub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all on the road in my rear view mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS) Any input on the names mentioned above???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-6484941599980840562?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/6484941599980840562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=6484941599980840562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6484941599980840562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/6484941599980840562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2006/12/mine-mine-mine.html' title='MINE, MINE, MINE'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1688782212394928603</id><published>2006-12-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:43:44.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>Part 3 of "The Acquisition of the Subie"</title><content type='html'>Whew, today was the big day of approval!! I was approved for an auto loan through BECU w/a relatively low interest rate and the whole process of getting the funds will take an hour or so. Gotta open a savings account, show the bank a copy of the vehicle registration and Bill of Sale then I get a check and off I go…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vroom vroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Markus isn't ready yet, he still has to fix his truck (so he can have a vehicle), tune and lube the Subie, and clean her up. She is a dirty pig right now. Oh, and he has to get the passenger side mirror fixed (his ex knocked it w/her side mirror w/out touching the body of the car…amazingly enough!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross and I took the car for another spin today…both of us were on Cloud 9. That car is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking fast!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Second gear has some serious balls and romping on the gas will plaster you back in your seat and make you take notice. We had a blast doing "brake checks" and I am amazed at the smoothness and the completeness of the braking system on this car. But I guess if you are mobbing down the road and you get cut off…&lt;br /&gt;I have never driven anything this powerful and fast and you know what? It feels fucking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(I am becoming obsessed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it isn't a good quality, and I know this, I have always been an aggressive driver and can usually smoke people in my Celica well…at least if they are not expecting a race, LOL. This car might get me in trouble but I think I have enough of a good head on my shoulders that I will be able to either suppress urges (doubtful) or at the very least, not get caught. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some reviews online about this car and one guy said his gets lots of attention from Honda or Mitsibushi drivers; kids pulling up to him and revving their engines like their cars are sleepers or sumpin. I cant fucking wait to have some jack ass kid pull up next to me, see a chick driver, and proceed to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;EAT MY DUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I had a Ford Escort on my butt trying to keep up w/me on the Boeing Freeway (remember the speed limit on 526 is minimum 120mph…) finally he had to give up and appreciate the fact that a stock Ford (or even a souped up Found On Road Dead) cant hold a candle to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Pathetic, I am already referring to it as "my" car.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I am feeling twangs of guilt about having to get rid of the Celica. This is the worst part…it is like I am abandoning a good friend…a friend who is reliable and comfortable; a friend who has done me no wrong. I wish I could keep both cars but I know for a fact that one of them (most likely the Celica) won't be driven much, if at all. I have owned 2 cars before and that is the way it was. Besides we don't have comfortable, easy parking for 3 cars…believe me we lived w/our two new cars in the driveway and Mike's two pieces of shit broken cars in the garage…bass akwards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to finally claim the Subie as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to be able to get to know it and feel it. This car has so much power I need to take some time to befriend it before I haul off and wreck it. With ejumakation from Ross and maybe an Autocross course or two maybe I will be a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;car driver&lt;/span&gt; soon enough. Something I have always thought would be a fucking blast…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have some photos of the actual car very soon but until then the ones I Google will have to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/subie04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/subie04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, the above photo is the very same car, year and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-1688782212394928603?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1688782212394928603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1688782212394928603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1688782212394928603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1688782212394928603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-3-of-acquisition-of-subie.html' title='Part 3 of &quot;The Acquisition of the Subie&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1835957346712294698</id><published>2006-12-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:10:47.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>Part 2 of "The Acquisition of the Subie"</title><content type='html'>So…I am in trouble!! My insurance agent said (giving me a very loose quote since I didn't have the VIN) that my insurance on the STi will only be roughly $100 more every 6 months which I think is amazingly low!!! Or at least lower then I originally expected…guess it helps to have multi car and home owners insurance…and a spotless record .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ride along buddy at work, Ross, is totally thrilled…I really think he is more excited then I am!! He is all ready to ejumakate me on the working of turbo engines and exhausts and all that "car stuff" that I have never really had a hankering to know about, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a list of mods from Markus and am fucking ecstatic about the…get this: the Cobb Access port engine management setup with down loadable performance maps. Oh yeah baby, the fucking thing has a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valet map&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" where I can program my car upon handing it over to valet and kibosh any plans that greasy valet kid had of rally racing it on the way to its parking stall (Ferris-Bueller-style).&lt;br /&gt;It has an "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engine kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" map where if for some reason I park it for a long period of time (say at an airport) I can program it so the engine will turn over but will never start.&lt;br /&gt;Even has an "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;economy map&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" where if I am driving to Moses (for another tattoo – because that is the only reason I would go to Moses Lake!) it will be running leaner so it will get better gas mileage. Fucking killer! Until now I had NO clue that vehicles were this computerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow, I think my house just about blew away w/that gust of wind…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked myself why I really wanted this car and my answer back (out loud, of course) was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;because I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Why should I ask myself any more questions!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, Ally said it best: life is short. I might never get another chance to buy such a killer car…hell I might even go back to a truck phase and never purchase another "car" again…at least I can say I have owned the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Ross has me convinced that it can beat a Porsche. LOL Actually to quote Mr. Ross (whose opinion I trust): "The new sti does 0-60 in 4.6 seconds with 300hp. Your car (by which he means the car I am looking to buy ) has about quite a bit more hp than a really quick stock sti. A 160k Ferrari 355 does it in about 4.7 seconds. 60k BMW m3 in about 5 seconds; 100k Porsche probably about 4.7ish. When I'm done ejumakating you, you'll be able to smoke him. AWD cars can launch effen hard!"&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have pretty much made up my mind. I am going to apply for a loan tomorrow once I get the VIN from Markus. Then I need to put the Relica up for sale.&lt;br /&gt;That car has been so good to me…it even fits 2 full sets of dive gear!!! I am such a sap, it kills me to part w/my vehicles. The Ghia was the worst! I think I actually cried! LOL I just have to remember I am upgrading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ross is right…I could get a trailer for the dive gear…HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/subieside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/subieside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-1835957346712294698?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1835957346712294698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1835957346712294698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1835957346712294698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1835957346712294698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-2-of-acquisition-of-subie.html' title='Part 2 of &quot;The Acquisition of the Subie&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-7237721291974277735</id><published>2006-12-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:07:54.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><title type='text'>To buy or not to buy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...as most of you know I am a super impulse buyer and I love&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; spending money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!  I just about broke the bank at Bath &amp;amp; Body Works a few years back; MAC Cosmetics is sure to have at least one whole paycheck; Dooney &amp;amp; Burke is getting more money then they deserve outta me; a trip to Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond is never cheap; I think I own one of each color of the St. John's Bay springtime T's from Penny's…I love stuff.  And I am addicted to online shopping!  Fortunately for my credit score I make enough money and have few enough bills that I can spoil myself without going into debt and still live comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the stage for my latest possible high-priced dilemma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 25th birthday I bought a car: my beloved 2000 Toyota Celica.  Carbon blue w/a sun roof, 5-speed manual transmission, clean interior, and extremely low mileage (32k I think it was…not bad for a 4 year old car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until this time my previous cars were all 1987 and older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with a 1973 VW Karmann Ghia (just about the best car I have ever owned); exact car only imagine it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bright blue&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/vwkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/vwkg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduated high school I took a HUGE leap to a 1985 K5 Blazer: big truck - little girl.  Photo of the actual vehicle (note the plates…which I still have):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/Truck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/Truck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the Blazer just about killed me with gas I moved onto a 1987 Toyota Corolla very similar to this hunk of junk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/tcorolla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/tcorolla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a 21st century car!!  :)  My 2000 Celica the day I bought it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/P1010012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to car shopping I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I wanted a 2000 Celica and aside from it needing to have a manual tranny I wanted it to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt;.  Not too much to ask for I thought…yeah right.  Couldn't find a silver one to save my life so when I saw the sparkly carbon blue (yes, it really is blue!!!) I had to have it.  I test drove it and I immediately signed papers.  This car has been the BEST!  No maintenance (except scheduled), quick and speedy, sporty, great gas mileage, just plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I got a hankering to upgrade my car but I was told (with regret) that Toyota stopped making the Celica and that the new Scion tC was its successor.  So for a few months I drooled over the tC…even test drove a few of them…loved it.  Very nice cars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/scion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/scion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have had an awakening…an epiphany…a hunger!  I have decided that I have to become a Subaru owner.  Period.  Nuff said.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST-HAVE-SUBARU!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Suzie bought a Forrester and it is an unbelievable scuba vehicle (enter first stirrings of lust).  Plenty of power, space, and storage, not to mention the extras you can get added like the cargo liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Forrester is cute and practical but not exactly what I want.  I want…take that back: I CRAVE power.  So I take an interest in the Subaru WRX Sport Wagon.  Very hot!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;224hp 2.5 liter DOHC, turbocharged Subaru Boxer engine&lt;/span&gt;…don't quite know what it all means but it has me hot and bothered!  :)  Get a few custom parts added and some dark ass tint and I have one hot scuba vehicle!!  Just about sold…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Drum roll please...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comes Markus.  Mark is a friend of mine at work who bought a brand new 2004 Subaru Impreza WRX STi in, well in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Silver (orgasm), 6 speed, 17" aluminum alloy wheels (also silver), AWD, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;300hp 2.5-liter DOHC intercooled, turbocharged Subaru Boxer engine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(the list goes on).&lt;br /&gt;All of which has been moded just enough to push at least another 50 – 75 (for you mathematicians that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;350&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hp!!) down the drivers throat.  Oh yeah…very nice car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/DROOL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/iplaruf/DROOL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I drove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PEEL&lt;/span&gt; me off the ceiling I had so much fun!!!  I had a perma-grin for hours following.  So what if the Boeing Freeway's speed limit is not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;120mph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…didn't stop me!  I hit 120 without even trying…it was amazing!  The guy who was riding along (not Markus) had just about as much fun as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the office and my ride-along buddy asked Mark if he wanted to sell it…answer was "No thanks".  This car is hardly driven and I really doubt Markus rally races the bitch around town.  He has Auto-Xed it a few times but it rarely goes anywhere.  It has approx 20k on it which is pretty low mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Mark dropped a bombshell on me.  He said "I am going to sell my Subie to [insert ride-along's name here]."  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WHAT!?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I am going to see if he wants to buy it".&lt;br /&gt;At the time I wasn't interested in buying it because it seemed like such a far flung idea but today…oh have I changed my mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the dilemma?  Well…&lt;em&gt;should I???  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little out of the price range that I wanted to spend on a vehicle (and it is seriously lacking scuba room!) but if I sell my Celica (which I didn't want to do initially) I can pay it down considerably and then refi for a lower monthly.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be paying on my student loans until 6 months after I finish school which is awhile from now.&lt;br /&gt;I have paid off all my credit cards and have very few bills aside from housing expenses.&lt;br /&gt;So what if I pay a few hundred extra dollars for a few months?  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so serious that I called my insurance agent for a quote today.  He didn't call me back quick enough so he will be getting another call from me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need a Subie?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need a race car!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Can I really afford the considerable price tag along w/insurance?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if my Celica doesn't sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions that it hurts my head.  Maybe I should just do it and deal with the question and answer session at a later time..................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-7237721291974277735?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/7237721291974277735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=7237721291974277735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7237721291974277735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/7237721291974277735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-buy-or-not-to-buy.html' title='To buy or not to buy...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-172752793963481153</id><published>2006-12-11T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:42:22.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>The pain of loss...</title><content type='html'>This morning I discovered some tragic news that a friend that I met in college in 1998 and who I dated for a period of time took his own life.  I had been seeing strange comments posted on his profile that were saying "good-bye" but I was holding out hope that they were a joke or at best a metaphor for maybe starting a new life after the hurtful breakup he had recently endured.  Sadly, the comments were neither; they were the worst-case-scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I wasn't really close to Steve since we broke up but I do know that he was a wonderful person who was full of life and was intelligent and charming.  Steve was one of those guys who you could talk to about anything and who could make you love him without him even trying.  He was smart (he had a MBA by his very early 20's), he was funny, he had a kind heart, and he loved people (he was a self-proclaimed people whore).  He had a passion for words, music, art, and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often life throws stones in our path and we have to navigate around them, sometimes we run over those stones and it creates bumps in our journey.  Unfortunately Steve came to a boulder that was so big it was enough to make him want to stop trying to find a way over or around it.  The struggle was not worth it enough for him so he ended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my memorial to Steven; a human being who felt a pain so deep that it killed him.  May he live on forever in the memories of his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, we will never forget you and we will never stop caring about you; we hope you are happy and that your pain is finally over.  Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-172752793963481153?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/172752793963481153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=172752793963481153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/172752793963481153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/172752793963481153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2006/12/pain-of-loss.html' title='The pain of loss...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858014908541622366.post-1400991852404898374</id><published>2006-04-29T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:54:04.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and strong.  Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.-George Washington Carver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps they are not the stars but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun gives us light, but the moon provides inspiration.  If you look at the sun without shielding your eyes, you'll go blind.  If you look at the moon without covering your eyes, you'll become a poet.-Serge Bouchard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.-Henry Miller&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.-William Jennings Bryant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. -Author Unknown &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. -Yevgeny Zamyatin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me and I'll forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I'll understand. -Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.-William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love someone deeply gives you strength.  Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.&lt;br /&gt;-Lao-Tzu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858014908541622366-1400991852404898374?l=iplaruf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/feeds/1400991852404898374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858014908541622366&amp;postID=1400991852404898374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1400991852404898374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858014908541622366/posts/default/1400991852404898374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iplaruf.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-to-share.html' title='Quotes to share'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513370258409716458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV4rZ3C_XHA/Tk3Uq5WPmwI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1UbSbT2gzJY/s1600/DSC05489crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
