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  • When Stress = Stress Eating

    I woke up this morning, slowly. I’d stayed up until the wee hours, and didn’t want to get less than seven hours of sleep. I ended up with only five. Couldn’t relax because I was anticipating a stress-filled day. For me, stress equals stress eating. Doritos, pretzels, homemade caramel corn – things that crunch. My…

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  • 12 Pounds Down, 88 to Go

    Friday morning, I was down 9 pounds. Yesterday, the scale insisted I’d somehow lost 3 pounds over the weekend, despite not exercising and eating fast-food practically the whole time. We were in Greensboro for my daughter’s cheer competition, and that meant long hours of mostly sitting.  Sky is on three senior squads, and competitions always…

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  • ‘Don’t mean to be rude, but I didn’t ask for your advice’

    There’s really no polite way of saying that, is there? No, I don’t already know what I need. I just think people assume I’m clueless. And apparently quite approachable. No matter where I go, total strangers come up to me and strike up a conversation. Now, I know that’s also a Southern thing, but honestly,…

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  • Which Would You Rather?

    I took this photo this morning, just to give you an idea of what it’s like to be the only one in the house counting calories. On the left, half of a “mini” chocolate crème cake at 210 calories and 11 grams of fat per serving; on the left, my breakfast: two packets of raisin,…

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  • My Doctor Checks What's In My Blood. In a Sense, So Does My Therapist.

    I spent three hours yesterday getting poked, prodded, stabbed and analyzed, all in the name of good health, by a pair of docs. (Paradox?) I had my annual physical with Dr. Bean, and that includes a full blood exam. My blood pressure was 124/78, and I understand that’s not bad. (I choose not to learn…

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  • Have You Ever Been Too Fat to Fly?

    Despite my weight, I’ve always been able to buckle in without a belt extender. However, when my daughter and I flew to Orlando last spring – I believe I was around 265 back then – I was grateful I sat next to her, because I immediately raised the armrest between us. You might know what…

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  • Like Grapefruit for Chocolate

    I received a cup of pink grapefruit for Valentine’s Day from the hubby, and it was probably one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. Roses, candy – those don’t require much thought. Don’t get me wrong: I loves me some roses, but I’m also a big fan of chocolate, emphasis on “big.” It…

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  • After Size 14, It’s Not a Secret Anymore

    I did about 45 minutes’ worth of aerobics yesterday, in the form of mall walking. It’ the perfect exercise in the perfect environment. I can literally shop until I drop. Once while living in the D.C. area, I spent an entire day shopping at Potomac Mills outlet mall. Speaking of which … I need to…

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  • Attack of the Creole Pork Roast

    Yesterday was the first time since Saturday I had a decent workout, for all manner of reasons:  Pulling an all-nighter (dumb, dumb, dumb); hubby using my car while his was in the shop, etc. I’d started my weight-loss program exactly one week ago, and felt like I was already blowing it.<!—[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]—><!—[endif]—> So I was…

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  • Finding My Fitness Plan

    I went to my branch office to check out some diet books and ended up in the land of Oz. My “branch office” is, alternatively, Borders or Barnes & Noble, depending on my mood. Last Wednesday, I was after some diet guidance because that was also the first “official” day of my weight-loss quest. I’d…

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