<?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-9198473557450099788</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:43:04.317-07:00</updated><category term='zaftig'/><category term='philly cheese steak'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='walking'/><category term='fulda'/><category term='dislikes'/><category term='beach'/><category term='loss'/><category term='jeanette'/><category term='portions'/><category term='barack'/><category term='period'/><category term='bikini'/><category term='monroe'/><category term='diet'/><category term='obama'/><category term='shawkat'/><category term='beans'/><category term='alia'/><category term='90210'/><category term='food'/><category term='marilyn'/><category term='philadelphia'/><category term='shop'/><category term='fajitas'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='hourglass'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='cake'/><category term='love'/><category term='weight'/><category term='friends'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>a magical weight loss journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-774105976985064007</id><published>2010-08-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:47:09.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 27th 2010</title><content type='html'>Ate a lot today, but also exercised and tried not to eat TOO much after dinner. I'm weighing myself at 2:45 am, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 149&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-774105976985064007?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/774105976985064007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=774105976985064007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/774105976985064007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/774105976985064007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-august-27th-2010.html' title='Friday, August 27th 2010'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6190928113663385365</id><published>2010-08-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:52:56.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, August 26th 2010</title><content type='html'>I did okay today ultimately, but I ate a lot and gained .5 lb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast/Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California roll sushi&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of Muenster cheese&lt;br /&gt;Handful of croutons&lt;br /&gt;Bites of pasta dish&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise: 10 miles on the bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:150.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at 1 a.m.: 149.5! (Maybe it's because it's technically morning?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6190928113663385365?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6190928113663385365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6190928113663385365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6190928113663385365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6190928113663385365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-august-26th-2010.html' title='Thursday, August 26th 2010'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2193506768004714427</id><published>2010-08-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:39:12.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, August 25th</title><content type='html'>Breakfast/Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of toast with margarine&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of Muenster cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 spoonful of tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &amp;amp; celery&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;1 Baby Bell cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Dumplings (greasy)&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of bread&lt;br /&gt;Wheat Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;2 glasses of red wine&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I drink a lot of orange juice and eat a lot of bread &amp;amp; cheese. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 150&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2193506768004714427?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2193506768004714427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2193506768004714427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2193506768004714427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2193506768004714427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday-august-25th.html' title='Wednesday, August 25th'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7929524720994893618</id><published>2010-08-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:30:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, August 24th</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of steamed broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &amp;amp; hummus&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of toast with margarine&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of Muenster cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian food: (chicken, naan, lamb, spinach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of croutons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 150.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7929524720994893618?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7929524720994893618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7929524720994893618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7929524720994893618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7929524720994893618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday-august-24th.html' title='Tuesday, August 24th'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-990128829386611787</id><published>2010-08-23T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:11:30.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>Oy vey. Don't know if anyone still has this blog up on their Google Reader, but I'm back and ready to start losing weight. Again. Such is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150.5 lb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-990128829386611787?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/990128829386611787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=990128829386611787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/990128829386611787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/990128829386611787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-again.html' title='Back again.'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-118144985559946412</id><published>2009-06-10T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:40:11.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm back all the way up to 149 but I'm not gonna hate on myself. (But I haven't been posting for that very reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - to the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-118144985559946412?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/118144985559946412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=118144985559946412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/118144985559946412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/118144985559946412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2911845124677319894</id><published>2009-05-11T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:16:12.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more about breakfasts</title><content type='html'>More about breakfasts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know in my last post, I was talking about savory breakfasts. Well, this time I am talking about NO breakfast at ALL. Oh, the horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still committed to breakfast. Don't you worry. And I know all the studies say that you should eat breakfast, that it helps your blood sugar and gives you energy, and all that jazz. I believe it! However, when I start the day off eating when I am not hungry, it really sets off a bad chain of events. It's like I'm telling my body it's okay for me to force food in there when I don't want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really trying to listen to my body and if I'm not hungry in the morning, I won't eat. I did it today and yesterday and it was really pleasant. Later, I was actually hungry and I ate! Not only because it was time to eat (which it was) but because I was craving food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's dangerous to do this because it leads to binge eating because you're so ravenous. I'm going to try to curb that by having snacks ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt got me Rachael Ray's cookbook, which I was excited about, but there are very few pictures and many of the recipes involve things like ham, bacon, cream, almonds, tart-like things, etc. Sorry, RR. I'll have to go back to my favorite friend, Mark Bittman. Despite the lack of pictures, he uses words to make food sound so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please excuse the spacey tone of this blog entry. I am currently sick and the cold medicine makes me zany. Back soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SgjbpWzm1aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/I0OvW6eAjH8/s1600-h/rachael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SgjbpWzm1aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/I0OvW6eAjH8/s320/rachael.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334755262163506594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2911845124677319894?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2911845124677319894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2911845124677319894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2911845124677319894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2911845124677319894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-about-breakfasts.html' title='more about breakfasts'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SgjbpWzm1aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/I0OvW6eAjH8/s72-c/rachael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1455150798656891817</id><published>2009-04-22T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:52:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfasts!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the comment, K! My "new" thing (there's always a new thing, but I think it's more like a journey towards happiness and fulfillment) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; have to do with breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I've been gently teased for eating the following for breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Weight Watchers frozen fettucini alfredo meals&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;- String Beans&lt;br /&gt;- Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the cookies aren't particularly healthy, but why do I have to eat traditional breakfast foods if I don't want to? It's silly! I've long since given up dry cereal, which I'm happy about, but even though oatmeal is yummy and hearty, there isn't too much protein there. And often I'm too lazy and tired to make an omelet in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hereby reclaim my right as a free individual to eat whatever the hell I want in the morning, as long as it's healthy and tasty. Vegetables, chicken legs, leftover cous-cous, here I come. Luckily, our favorite food friend, Mark Bittman, agrees with me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/18/dining/18mini.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVORY BREAKFASTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se_l6ADe24I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vyLdkMfIagQ/s1600-h/18mini.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se_l6ADe24I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vyLdkMfIagQ/s320/18mini.600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327729668812364674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1455150798656891817?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1455150798656891817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1455150798656891817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1455150798656891817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1455150798656891817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakfasts.html' title='Breakfasts!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se_l6ADe24I/AAAAAAAAAeg/vyLdkMfIagQ/s72-c/18mini.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3928943865987728332</id><published>2009-04-20T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:26:21.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO THE GYM!</title><content type='html'>I went back to the gym today after a long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(+) Exercising felt good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) I have very very short legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se080Tf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S9EoLrCgdts/s1600-h/call_on_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se080Tf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S9EoLrCgdts/s320/call_on_me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326980803534147810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3928943865987728332?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3928943865987728332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3928943865987728332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3928943865987728332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3928943865987728332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-gym.html' title='BACK TO THE GYM!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Se080Tf6UOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S9EoLrCgdts/s72-c/call_on_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8315302117284013603</id><published>2009-04-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:52:49.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Up Food Post</title><content type='html'>Today was probably a typical day for me when I am NOT mindful about eating. Granted, I woke up late and then babysat, but it's still fairly accurate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;(too lazy to actually make anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of grapefruit juice&lt;br /&gt;1 string cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 spoonfuls of peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;1 Milky Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;1.5 pieces of matzah&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of orange juice&lt;br /&gt;3 spoonfuls of egg salad&lt;br /&gt;1 Baby Bell cheese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;1 Chicken Burrito&lt;br /&gt;7-8 greasy chips&lt;br /&gt;1 Corona Beer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, none of it is egregiously awful, but I just lived today in a very slapdash way. Plus the only exercise I did was playing jump rope and Skip-It with my charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say this to be like, "Why aren't I losing weight??" because days like this clearly say why. But I just think that if I only post days where I do well, it will be a dishonest blog for myself (and my loyal readers: I love all five of you very much!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just ask for your support in my ongoing journey, which has lots of peaks and valleys. There are times that I feel awesome about myself and my body, and other times not so much. But I think that's true of everyone and I just fall somewhere along that spectrum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that vein, here's a link to a blog about Michelle Obama's biceps: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://firstguns.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SefSx-11LlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djCdJ30_rQ/s1600-h/michelle-obama-first-arm-watch-9fa12bc3f2a7851f079b5e7eaf514a17-michelle-obama-vogue-magazine_310xH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SefSx-11LlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djCdJ30_rQ/s320/michelle-obama-first-arm-watch-9fa12bc3f2a7851f079b5e7eaf514a17-michelle-obama-vogue-magazine_310xH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456840513105490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8315302117284013603?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8315302117284013603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8315302117284013603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8315302117284013603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8315302117284013603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/straight-up-food-post.html' title='Straight Up Food Post'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SefSx-11LlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djCdJ30_rQ/s72-c/michelle-obama-first-arm-watch-9fa12bc3f2a7851f079b5e7eaf514a17-michelle-obama-vogue-magazine_310xH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1561229202994419697</id><published>2009-04-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:03:30.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissism, Etc</title><content type='html'>So it's been a month since I posted last and it's been a yo-yo of a month. Busy, due to auf-rufs and weddings and out-of-town conferences on women's issues. I've used these events as an excuse to not exercise and it's done me wrong. But even though I got on the scale tonight and saw sad numbers, I'm not upset. I know that if I just go to the gym and eat well, I will lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic of choice tonight, as I return to this blog, is narcissism. (And it does have to do with weight loss). I have been trying to deal with my own narcissism and it comes up a LOT. I don't mean that I'm selfish or that I don't care about other people (I do!) but often I realize that what seems like insecurity is just plain self-centeredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I am routinely un-tagging unflattering photos of me on Facebook. That's fine, I think most of us do that from time to time. But recently I realized that it was part of this trend where I am so concerned with how others see me that it becomes a bit preposterous. If I make a mistake or a social gaffe and I'm embarrassed and dwell on it, it usually doesn't dawn on me that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most people are not particularly concerned with all Maggie all the time&lt;/span&gt;. And I think that's good lesson for me in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, there was a picture posted on Facebook of me, doing something cool and fun. But I hated the way I looked. I thought I looked fat and double-chin-y and bloated. But you know what? I kept it tagged. Because nobody is going to look at that picture and think, "Ha! I KNEW it! She's fat!" It's not a secret. Additionally, most people in my life know what I look like and can separate a good photo from an unflattering one without casting aspersions on my character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, most people don't even care that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post didn't come off as depressing or bitter - I meant it in a liberating sense. I shouldn't be obsessed with what others are thinking of me, and should just focus on being the best Maggie I can be. There, now it's cheesy and uplifting. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SeQKWccPLoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/o-JrbiNG8bE/s1600-h/facebookLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SeQKWccPLoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/o-JrbiNG8bE/s320/facebookLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392040166796930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1561229202994419697?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1561229202994419697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1561229202994419697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1561229202994419697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1561229202994419697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/narcissism-etc.html' title='Narcissism, Etc'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SeQKWccPLoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/o-JrbiNG8bE/s72-c/facebookLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-575699540368578778</id><published>2009-03-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:50:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave!</title><content type='html'>So I before the weekend, I was actually back to 143.5, but I did go to a pretty bangin' kiddush at my temple and then have a gala party that involved tons o' brownies, and then today I ate leftover oreos and Thai food SO yeah, I don't know what my status is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know I'm going to the gym tomorrow night, after I get back from babysitting (we're going to the Central Park Zoo!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it's a slow trek, but it'll happen... my dress for the wedding is super tight and I hope I look curvy and not like a sausage. I mean, a beautiful sausage, but still a sausage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is making me think about my future wedding, if I have one. I'm so excited! I want to have a really fun, down-to-earth, feminist-flavored wedding. Ideally I'd have it in my parents' backyard, but it might not be big enough if this crazy family of mine keeps growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I google-image searched "feminist wedding" but just got weird crap. This was the only thing that made my heart soar. Ah, love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sb3McoDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HQHdihbbCFU/s1600-h/ellen-degeneres-and-portia-de-rossi-wedding-photo.0.0.0x0.379x601.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sb3McoDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HQHdihbbCFU/s320/ellen-degeneres-and-portia-de-rossi-wedding-photo.0.0.0x0.379x601.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627927527488082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-575699540368578778?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/575699540368578778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=575699540368578778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/575699540368578778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/575699540368578778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-tangled-web-we-weave.html' title='Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sb3McoDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HQHdihbbCFU/s72-c/ellen-degeneres-and-portia-de-rossi-wedding-photo.0.0.0x0.379x601.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3238169040023150723</id><published>2009-03-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:56:38.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I've been binge-eating for about four days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SbNd-PwpDdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BTfsCZ00H6s/s1600-h/070312_da_dixieSadFaceEX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SbNd-PwpDdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BTfsCZ00H6s/s320/070312_da_dixieSadFaceEX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310691709563768274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. That's the photo I got when I Google-imaged the word "SAD"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3238169040023150723?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3238169040023150723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3238169040023150723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3238169040023150723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3238169040023150723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SbNd-PwpDdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BTfsCZ00H6s/s72-c/070312_da_dixieSadFaceEX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5021940663524461684</id><published>2009-03-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:52:49.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST/LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas and chicken and pasta&lt;br /&gt;Probably something else, but I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Burrito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I feel good about myself and I'm looking in the mirror, I will get tripped up about how I'll never look like most of the women in movies or on TV or in magazines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this doesn't bother me - but I got to thinking about whether that affects men as much as women. I know women are really bogged down by this, but my idea is that men don't actually have unrealistic expectations about women. The media likes to say that it does, but I'm not convinced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different, but sort of related note, I find that more men think Jennifer Aniston is hot and more women think Angelina Jolie is hot. Oh, science...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5021940663524461684?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5021940663524461684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5021940663524461684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5021940663524461684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5021940663524461684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8986828227668212357</id><published>2009-03-03T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:57:23.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Hearty</title><content type='html'>Hearty can't begin to describe my meals today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I made the mistake of going to Pinkberry after a yummy meal at Yaffa Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, Alison warned me that their yogurt is sort of "bitter" but I just couldn't imagine that dessert would be yucky. How wrong I was! It was so gross that I had to pacify myself with a candy bar. Yes, my second candy bar of the day. Meh. I'll have time to work out tomorrow, so that'll be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sa4J_2vkGPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2F57YgkG1hk/s1600-h/6a00d8341c18b253ef00e54f522aa68834-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sa4J_2vkGPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2F57YgkG1hk/s320/6a00d8341c18b253ef00e54f522aa68834-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309192003347814642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST/LUNCH (I didn't work this morning, so I just had one massive meal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 omelette (2 whites/1 yolk)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup orzo&lt;br /&gt;Green peas&lt;br /&gt;Small sliver of chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breast sandwich with Muenster Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Salad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small amount of pomegranate frozen yogurt and chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Another Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes weights&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work (1 mile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8986828227668212357?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8986828227668212357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8986828227668212357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8986828227668212357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8986828227668212357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hearty.html' title='Oh, Hearty'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/Sa4J_2vkGPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2F57YgkG1hk/s72-c/6a00d8341c18b253ef00e54f522aa68834-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6218332027602115608</id><published>2009-03-02T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:36:41.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far today</title><content type='html'>2 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of rice and beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire box of frozen leaf spinach&lt;br /&gt;100-calorie thing o' popcorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6218332027602115608?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6218332027602115608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6218332027602115608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6218332027602115608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6218332027602115608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-today.html' title='So far today'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2757488732996392829</id><published>2009-02-26T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:19:12.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Countdown</title><content type='html'>Good - went to the gym today!&lt;br /&gt;Bad - Didn't have a ton of protein. Ate lots of carb-y things. Had a midnight snack / extension of dinner. Also, back to 144 lb, but if I keep going to the gym, I know it will go back down...so I'm not too concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String beans&lt;br /&gt;Small serving of spinach penne &amp; mozarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag of chips (160 cals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &lt;br /&gt;3 mini-tortilla wraps (100 cals each) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mini-tortilla wrap. Why are they so good?&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &lt;br /&gt;Edamame Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDNIGHT SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-calorie bag of popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work &amp; back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes speed-walk treadmill&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2757488732996392829?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2757488732996392829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2757488732996392829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2757488732996392829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2757488732996392829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-countdown.html' title='Wedding Countdown'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1542391796619381534</id><published>2009-02-25T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:31:17.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror</title><content type='html'>The mirrors at my gym are bonkers. Seriously - one set of mirrors makes me look like some sort of cellulite-ridden hobbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SaYoD8JdDzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Y80QIV1u7Dc/s1600-h/the_hobbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SaYoD8JdDzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Y80QIV1u7Dc/s320/the_hobbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306973259053207346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other set of mirrors makes me look pretty sleek. Oh well, it keeps me on my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH (like 2 hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gnawing on mozzarella &lt;br /&gt;Bites of tuna fish &amp; pasta&lt;br /&gt;Some salad&lt;br /&gt;Piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;String beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bags of popcorn (200 cals in total, if I trust their calorie-count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes speed-walking treadmill&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes weights/sit-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm back in a routine. I REALLY would like to be 140 pounds by next week. I think 3 pounds is not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; crazy to try and lose fairly quickly. I'm going to really try! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks until my cousin's wedding, and I'd like to look a little svelter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1542391796619381534?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1542391796619381534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1542391796619381534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1542391796619381534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1542391796619381534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror, Mirror'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SaYoD8JdDzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Y80QIV1u7Dc/s72-c/the_hobbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4473137244300008212</id><published>2009-02-24T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:42:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la</title><content type='html'>I'm trying not to only post when I'm doing well, but also when I'm doing...poorly. I was at my parents' house this weekend and just gorged on all their yummy leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better when I'm back at "home" in Astoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover chicken&lt;br /&gt;Something else that I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-calorie pack of Sun chips&lt;br /&gt;Turkey meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Gnawing on a hunk of fresh mozzarella cheese (ate half of it, probably)&lt;br /&gt;A couple bites of beans/pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 100-calorie bags of popcorn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dinner wasn't particularly "complete" but I really didn't need that 2nd bag of popcorn. It's so terrible that they're 100 calories. It makes me feel like I can eat a million of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work (1.2 miles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4473137244300008212?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4473137244300008212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4473137244300008212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4473137244300008212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4473137244300008212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-la-la.html' title='La la la'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3061930116990601012</id><published>2009-02-17T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:46:02.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh Sick</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I am tired and sort of getting sick. I think it's due to lack of sleep and the fact that I have been dressing for 60-degree weather. And guess what? It's 40 degrees out. It's just that we had that one warm day and it tricked me and I stopped wearing a scarf or hat. Brrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was carb-heavy and I feel ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Polly-o cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tortilla wrap (just the wrap, 'cause I'm weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 small Moroccan Chicken soup @ Hale &amp; Hearty&lt;br /&gt;1 pc of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of bread from Cosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edamame Beans&lt;br /&gt;Spinach penne and ricotta cheese&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nooo exercise except for some pained ice skating on a fake ice skating rink at the Natural History Museum. Oy. I need to get back to the gym. I'm back to 145 lb after my romantic weekend away, where I ate whatever I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm not gonna get down about it! Instead I'll post a photo of Hayden Panettiere, who has really awesome muscular thighs. I'm surprised she doesn't get flak for it. I don't watch Heroes, but I think she's pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZuETkaca2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ib9Zl7Khdig/s1600-h/hayden_panettiere_in_a_bikini_main_4108.0.0.0x0.450x675.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZuETkaca2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ib9Zl7Khdig/s320/hayden_panettiere_in_a_bikini_main_4108.0.0.0x0.450x675.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303978457885862754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3061930116990601012?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3061930116990601012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3061930116990601012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3061930116990601012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3061930116990601012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-sick.html' title='Ugh Sick'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZuETkaca2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ib9Zl7Khdig/s72-c/hayden_panettiere_in_a_bikini_main_4108.0.0.0x0.450x675.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2957089229336579068</id><published>2009-02-13T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:47:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat Shalom!</title><content type='html'>Yay thanks for the tip, Risch - I've been told to weigh myself in the morning, but since I know one weighs less in the morning than at night, I always feel like my morning weight is a "fake" weight. (I know that's ridiculous). But it's true what you say about water weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I can be a part of your early morning internet enjoyment :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't go to the gym, which is lame. So far I've eaten healthy, but I'm going to a little shindig later that might involve snacks, so I have to try to pace myself when I get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some leftover tuna&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Portabella veggie burger&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edamame Beans&lt;br /&gt;1 Sweet Potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a frozen challah in my freezer that I wanted to make tonight, but supposedly it takes five hours to rise, so that's not happening. Which is good for my "diet." But...mmm...challah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZX7ry0KoFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/X2aq5IAfhDM/s1600-h/challah-bread-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZX7ry0KoFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/X2aq5IAfhDM/s320/challah-bread-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302420866092146770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party I had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Blue Moon Beer&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of "punch" (a ton of alcohol and juice)&lt;br /&gt;Some chips/pieces of bread/crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I got home and weighed myself. 143. Wacky world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2957089229336579068?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2957089229336579068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2957089229336579068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2957089229336579068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2957089229336579068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/shabbat-shalom.html' title='Shabbat Shalom!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZX7ry0KoFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/X2aq5IAfhDM/s72-c/challah-bread-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4677409982982488055</id><published>2009-02-12T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:01:26.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>Today was bonkers because of work-related plans gone awry. I felt all achy due to my period, underdressing for the weather, the wind, and not eating for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I avoided all the delicious food in Jackson Heights, ignored the bajillion Thai restaurants in Astoria, and instead purchased some healthy food at my favorite unfriendly grocery on 30th Ave. But yet - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I weighed myself I was 143 pounds. Tonight I'm 145.5. How does that happen? I know I didn't go to the gym today, but I ate so much less than I usually do and it was all healthy. Perhaps it's that I ate it all towards the end of the day, but still. I'm sad about this and hopefully tomorrow will be better. I know I shouldn't be so reliant on the scale but -  argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I weighed myself again and it said 144.5. So maybe it's just feeling temperamental today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;1 Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple o' servings of tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;1 Portabella mushroom Gardenburger&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work and back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more whimsical note, here are some images that pop up when you Google the word "Zaftig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmVwUvGrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qu5WGJ9ooww/s1600-h/nimoy-nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmVwUvGrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qu5WGJ9ooww/s320/nimoy-nude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302115922745432754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmb8mJI8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yVgSwighiOY/s1600-h/betty-grable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmb8mJI8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yVgSwighiOY/s320/betty-grable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116029118882754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmn0Q8PUI/AAAAAAAAAck/jZjCbZm87IA/s1600-h/Zaftig_wonder_woman_by_introvertedart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmn0Q8PUI/AAAAAAAAAck/jZjCbZm87IA/s320/Zaftig_wonder_woman_by_introvertedart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116233040903490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4677409982982488055?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4677409982982488055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4677409982982488055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4677409982982488055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4677409982982488055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZTmVwUvGrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qu5WGJ9ooww/s72-c/nimoy-nude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4574717457255243307</id><published>2009-02-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:50:31.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing Back</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't the healthiest day, but I also wasn't feeling very well so it was hard to really convince myself to have balanced meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to stop snacking late at night. I know that it makes a BIG difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST/LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice/chicken meatball/asparagus combo&lt;br /&gt;Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Salad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST NEED TO LOSE THREE MORE POUNDS IN ORDER TO BE A THIRD OF THE WAY THROUGH MY JOURNEY! I CAN DO IT! AND THEN I'LL LOOK LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZOqgMOhjMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2xEG3VYvuCk/s1600-h/post_image-0209_bar_refaeli_amfar_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZOqgMOhjMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2xEG3VYvuCk/s320/post_image-0209_bar_refaeli_amfar_00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301768656359886018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4574717457255243307?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4574717457255243307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4574717457255243307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4574717457255243307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4574717457255243307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/bouncing-back.html' title='Bouncing Back'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SZOqgMOhjMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2xEG3VYvuCk/s72-c/post_image-0209_bar_refaeli_amfar_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-316367892060715291</id><published>2009-02-10T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:18:47.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbalanced Day</title><content type='html'>So today was weird because I forgot my lunch at home, which was annoying (I didn't have time to get anything healthy) and I got my period so I was all zoned out and in pain, but hopefully losing some bloat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken meatballs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Bagel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bowls of rice/asparagus/chicken meatballs&lt;br /&gt;Some carrots&lt;br /&gt;Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home super hungry, obviously. But all healthy food, except my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here's an AMAZING FOOD BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Why You're Fat: Where Dreams Become Heart Attacks &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-316367892060715291?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/316367892060715291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=316367892060715291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/316367892060715291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/316367892060715291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbalanced-day.html' title='Unbalanced Day'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-674136924177723980</id><published>2009-02-09T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:45:39.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another day that I almost ate a bagel, but then PUT IT DOWN AND BOUGHT A PROTEIN BAR. Oh, the joy of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day of reminiscing about all the food I ate as a child. At some point, my family morphed into one of those very healthy households,  although we never had much junk food around to begin with. The thought of Swiss Miss vanilla puddings, which I haven't eaten in probably ten years, floated into my brain this morning - so I decided to make an ode to meals past: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Options:&lt;br /&gt;- Corn flakes, Cheerios, Rice Krispies, Cracklin' Oat Bran (I never eat cold cereal anymore, too tempting to eat 3+ bowls)&lt;br /&gt;- Eggo Waffles with artificial syrup (or mini-waffles, also delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Options:&lt;br /&gt;- Big chunk of iceberg lettuce (I still enjoy this)&lt;br /&gt;- Kosher Bologna &lt;br /&gt;- Butter sandwich (Yes, my parents instilled in me that there was something called a Butter Sandwich) &lt;br /&gt;- Polly-o string cheese&lt;br /&gt;- Assortment of candy from The Milk Mart or Futtermans. (i.e. The Charleston Chew, one of the weirdest/grossest candy bars I took a liking to) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack Options:&lt;br /&gt;- Green apple (still a favorite)&lt;br /&gt;- Vanilla Fingers&lt;br /&gt;- Nutter Butters&lt;br /&gt;- Swiss Miss vanilla pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Options:&lt;br /&gt;- Velveeta Macaroni and Cheese (this was my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;- Lamb chops (My mom was a big fan of lamb chops) &lt;br /&gt;- English Muffin Pizzas (these were delicious) &lt;br /&gt;- Vegetables (still good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, memory lane. I think reclaiming English Muffin Pizzas might be a good thing, but most other things on that list are probably good to avoid. I try to abstain from anything that has high fructose corn syrup in it, and I'm sure the pudding and syrup is chockfull of that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are all your nostalgia foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-674136924177723980?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/674136924177723980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=674136924177723980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/674136924177723980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/674136924177723980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia-day.html' title='Nostalgia Day'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7486130909812445878</id><published>2009-02-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:57:11.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did a couple things that I was proud of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the gym (okay, nobody throw me a parade for that)&lt;br /&gt;- Got super hungry while doing errands. Went into a bagel store (specifically Brooklyn Bagel, which is DELICIOUS), then TURNED AROUND AND LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's called mindfulness! I am really trying. I also drank whiskey and Diet 7 Up and Diet Ginger Ale and ate a Milky Way so it wasn't all positive, but I'm still happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST/LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken leg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner I'll probably go to Chipotle. I know I shouldn't but anytime I get close to Astor Place, I just am drawn, magnetically, to the beautiful wonder that is a chicken burrito with black beans, no sour cream or cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7486130909812445878?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7486130909812445878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7486130909812445878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7486130909812445878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7486130909812445878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4157482004574399248</id><published>2009-02-05T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:26:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilly</title><content type='html'>It's SO COLD OUT. Granted, I'm thrilled that it's light out at 5pm. That is wonderful. But I was cold and tired and did not go to the gym. Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Rachel Maddow and all the Republicans are driving me fucking crazy with all their stupid tax cut ideas and deregulation mumbo-jumbo. It would be one thing if they were conservatives, but they're NOT, they're just selfish and impractical. I'm so happy Obama called them out on how these ideas DON'T WORK and they are WHY WE ARE IN AN ECONOMIC CRISIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. WTF.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, none of this is diet-related: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole wheat pasta and shrimp and tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole wheat pasta and shrimp and tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;1 Chicken Leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lindsay Lohan, my favorite dumb-as-nails actress, looking beautiful and slightly athletic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYt-s5H8qqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Hid5qlbB6Pc/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-20050821-63983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYt-s5H8qqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Hid5qlbB6Pc/s320/lindsay-lohan-20050821-63983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299468696245021346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4157482004574399248?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4157482004574399248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4157482004574399248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4157482004574399248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4157482004574399248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/chilly.html' title='Chilly'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYt-s5H8qqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Hid5qlbB6Pc/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-20050821-63983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3036317854330313329</id><published>2009-02-04T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:20:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 mini-quiches&lt;br /&gt;A couple spoonfuls of cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cous-cous &lt;br /&gt;1 Zone Protein Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK/DINNER (kind of blended into each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;Leftover spaghetti squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl o' tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST OF NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn (I'm on a popcorn kick...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely walk to work and back - 2 miles&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes bicycle &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes weights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I never want to be as large as Aretha Franklin is now, but look how cute she was in the 60's!  I love this album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYoineZyh-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IGRDXb6qAw/s1600-h/200px-Aretha_Franklin_-_Aretha_Now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYoineZyh-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IGRDXb6qAw/s320/200px-Aretha_Franklin_-_Aretha_Now.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299085973126285282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3036317854330313329?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3036317854330313329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3036317854330313329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3036317854330313329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3036317854330313329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SYoineZyh-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IGRDXb6qAw/s72-c/200px-Aretha_Franklin_-_Aretha_Now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1158185901033324444</id><published>2009-02-03T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:39:24.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Eating</title><content type='html'>Future plans: Download song by T.I. Thanks boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 egg muffins / mini-quiches (egg, onion, mushroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti Squash with Tomato Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mini quiche&lt;br /&gt;1 orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Soup &lt;br /&gt;Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1158185901033324444?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1158185901033324444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1158185901033324444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1158185901033324444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1158185901033324444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/healthy-eating.html' title='Healthy Eating'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5356510542513763482</id><published>2009-01-29T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:18:56.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my confessions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I said all I could say&lt;br /&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;br /&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, those are Usher's confessions. Mine are that I've been negligent in blogging and only blog when I'm doing super awesome. FREYA, do not fear. I don't usually eat just brussels sprouts for lunch. That was an off day, but I probably wrote because I wanted to curtail eating for the day and knew writing would help me do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I return to the gym. I've found a million reasons not to go this week that were all B.S. As of a few days ago (and I don't want to weigh myself tonight but I should), I was only two pounds away from having lost ten pounds since I started this Magical Weight Loss Journey. I seriously don't care how long it takes me to lose these pounds. The point is that I want to lose weight eventually and eat better and be stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tonight on her magical birthday, my anonymous roommate bought a vibrator. A new one was going to be a gift to myself when I reached 140 pounds. Yes, I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5356510542513763482?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5356510542513763482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5356510542513763482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5356510542513763482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5356510542513763482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-my-confessions.html' title='These are my confessions...'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4466870173203708669</id><published>2009-01-21T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:05:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News/Bad News</title><content type='html'>Good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I bought a dress in a size 8 (although it's pretty tight and also a fancy brand that probably makes the buyer feel skinnier)&lt;br /&gt;- I have figured out how to make tuna fish the way my dad does, so I now have a no-frills easy source of protein. As long as I don't eat it too often (mercury?) I figure it's a great food to add to my repertoire. Anyone have anything else to add about tuna, either negative or positive? It seems pretty healthy - I buy the kind that is canned in water and I add only a few dollops of light mayonnaise. &lt;br /&gt;- I resisted buying a giant bag of chips today when I was at the supermarket and really hungry and it was terribly tempting. But I'm trying to practice mindfulness a la Dan Mishkin, Alice's dad, who eats (or used to eat) the same way I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am sure I gained weight at my parents' house this weekend because they have lots and lots of yummy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the gym! I went today and did the usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basic problem area is my thighs. Everything else I feel pretty confident about and am sure will slim down with time. But my thighs are all...jiggly. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Obama day! In honor of our awesome president, here's L Magazine's &lt;a href="http://thelmagazine.com/7/2/feature/feature1.cfm?ctype=1"&gt;Guide to getting as fit as Barack Obama. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4466870173203708669?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4466870173203708669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4466870173203708669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4466870173203708669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4466870173203708669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-newsbad-news.html' title='Good News/Bad News'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2180121089696292071</id><published>2009-01-15T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:31:11.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Snowy</title><content type='html'>Currently watching the first episode of "Friday Night Lights," a show I've heard some positive things about. It's also scored by Explosions In The Sky, which is a great instrumental/electronic (?) band. It's a really beautifully done show, but I hope it doesn't fall into the trap of making high school girls look 25 and act really slutty/seductive/overly confident. So far it's skirting on dangerous territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a bagel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp and broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fried zucchini &lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes elliptical&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes bike&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2180121089696292071?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2180121089696292071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2180121089696292071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2180121089696292071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2180121089696292071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-and-snowy.html' title='Cold and Snowy'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-9061885738466673325</id><published>2009-01-14T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:34:10.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Obvious</title><content type='html'>Argh. I hate how easy it is to lose weight. I don't mean that it's easy in actual practice, but that there are no real tricks to it. All you need to do is eat less and exercise more. And I almost hate how easy it is because then there's no real excuse for failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I've really tried in the last two days to exercise and eat better. And of course, I lost a pound and a half. My body is surprisingly malleable - if I treat it well, it responds in kind. Unfortunately, I am...bad...at...that. I can do really well for a few days and then someone has a potluck and it all goes out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 egg whites, 1 yolk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken soup with wild rice and barley&lt;br /&gt;Piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli and a few pieces of shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINKS/DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 glasses of white wine&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-9061885738466673325?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9061885738466673325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=9061885738466673325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9061885738466673325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9061885738466673325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/captain-obvious.html' title='Captain Obvious'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8821184866137262570</id><published>2009-01-13T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:19:42.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sauna Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Today I did pretty well, aside from my sad lunch. I went to the gym (!) and had a very zen time in the sauna. What is sauna etiquette? I lay there by myself with a towel on my nether regions, leaving my top exposed. How naked is too naked in a sauna? I mean, I was by myself, so I wasn't offending anyone, but I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg white, 1 yolk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese food (Rice noodles, chicken, vegetables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes bike&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8821184866137262570?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8821184866137262570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8821184866137262570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8821184866137262570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8821184866137262570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/sauna-etiquette.html' title='Sauna Etiquette'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3397961073288535700</id><published>2009-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:38:49.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other People's Food</title><content type='html'>Being at AJ's is hard for me because I tend to snack on her food, which I feel entitled to because she doesn't pay me. I usually bring something healthy for myself, but get noshy and antsy. Today was case in point - chocolate was offered to me, and after she left, I ate some of her bread. BREAD! Thou art my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 mini chocolate truffles @ AJ's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bean, onion, green pepper stir fry&lt;br /&gt;Miso Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pieces of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 plain hamburger rolls...arghhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp and broccoli stir fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN for exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3397961073288535700?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3397961073288535700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3397961073288535700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3397961073288535700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3397961073288535700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-peoples-food.html' title='Other People&apos;s Food'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-283944185815640007</id><published>2009-01-08T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:54:31.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken legs (yes, I'm strange)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp &amp; mushroom stir fry&lt;br /&gt;Leftover won ton soup&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work &amp; back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes elliptical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-283944185815640007?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/283944185815640007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=283944185815640007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/283944185815640007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/283944185815640007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1786316252891571596</id><published>2009-01-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:43:23.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Victories</title><content type='html'>A couple things have helped me lose my annoying holiday weight and return to my current 145:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting a stomach bug&lt;br /&gt;2) Going back to the gym&lt;br /&gt;3) Making small, good decisions. For example, today I passed by a Chipotle and I didn't go in and eat there. Even though I was somewhat hungry. And it was the same side of the street that I was on. Instead I kept walking - 35 blocks, as a matter of fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a matter of losing those next pesky five pounds. I'm going to the gym tomorrow and working my little tush off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom omelette&lt;br /&gt;Toast&lt;br /&gt;A couple M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach knish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken leg&lt;br /&gt;Edamame beans&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1786316252891571596?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1786316252891571596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1786316252891571596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1786316252891571596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1786316252891571596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/small-victories.html' title='Small Victories'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2412023713626763847</id><published>2009-01-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:53:06.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>So I didn't make "losing weight" a New Year's resolution because it's sort of pointless . I actually didn't really make any resolutions this year because I usually end up breaking them, which is depressing. Also, it was the first year where New Year's Eve felt like any other fun night and New Year's Day felt like any other lazy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating poorly for these last few weeks, but now I've got a stomach bug, so everything I'm eating is going right through me. It's pretty gross. When I feel better, I'm going back to that lovely gym o'mine. I really do like it there. It's clean, uncrowded, and I feel totally anonymous. No chance of running into preppy girls from my high school, although going to the gym with friends IS more helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to head to bed, as I am exhausted from all the holiday festivities and all the pooping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2412023713626763847?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2412023713626763847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2412023713626763847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2412023713626763847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2412023713626763847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7319943936059846766</id><published>2008-12-24T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:00:44.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Holly Jolly...</title><content type='html'>Back on track! Okay, I've been making up excuses to avoid the gym like the dickins (that's a phrase, right?). Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have time (not true)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not wearing underwear today (true)&lt;br /&gt;3. It's Christmas Eve! They close at 5! I won't get there until 4:30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, #3 is true, but I could have gone this morning if I had put a little thinking into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have five pounds to lose before I hit even my first goal of 140 pounds. Why is it so hard? I know if I just get back on the exercise trail, it will be easier for me. I also need to go to sleep earlier. It makes me happier and it keeps me from late-night snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can of chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of pita bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panera chicken caesar salad (dressing on side)&lt;br /&gt;Whole grain baguette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for tonight? NO bread, lots of veggies. Let's see !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7319943936059846766?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7319943936059846766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7319943936059846766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7319943936059846766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7319943936059846766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-holly-jolly.html' title='Have a Holly Jolly...'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8811445391417365673</id><published>2008-12-18T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:05:38.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurz</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;Portabella burger&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of Panera chips&lt;br /&gt;3 bite-sized chocolate muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When people bring treats to work, it's dangerous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &amp; dip &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work and back (2 miles) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scale says 144.5 &lt;br /&gt;Could it be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow = gym, and eating an egg white omelette for breakfast. Oatmeal is delicious, but it's pretty heavy in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8811445391417365673?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8811445391417365673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8811445391417365673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8811445391417365673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8811445391417365673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/thurz.html' title='Thurz'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2182637281970158368</id><published>2008-12-17T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:43:30.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeping Out My Friends*</title><content type='html'>*I love you Rischa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so noshy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Clementine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;br /&gt;Portabella Mushroom Burger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER/SNACK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Hot Dog (hm, mistake...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER PART II &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Peas&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Noodle Soup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2182637281970158368?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2182637281970158368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2182637281970158368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2182637281970158368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2182637281970158368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/creeping-out-my-friends.html' title='Creeping Out My Friends*'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4763191651567949711</id><published>2008-12-14T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:38:53.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestoned</title><content type='html'>Listening to some awful(ly great) Justin Timberlake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been bad about posting my food intake and I think that's been detrimental, so I'm going to start again. So far I'm almost at the finish line of holiday parties that are heavy on the eating. I haven't done that great, but it's almost over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICE HOLIDAY PARTY: 2 slices of pizza, 2 garlic knots, 1 rice krispie thing, 1 glass of wine, 1.5 bottles of beer, a couple pretzels and a couple chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GINGERBREAD HOUSE MAKING PARTY: 2 mugs of hot apple cider, 2 cups of Coke (non-diet), lots of candy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Rischa's, I did the creepy thing that I do which is go to the bathroom, take off all my clothes, and weigh myself on someone else's scale. It said 145.6, so that's all right. Gads, FIVE pounds, Maggie, you can do it! I went to the gym yesterday to work off the office party, so that was good, and I'm going to go again after work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a video that still keeps me mesmerized. Nothing weight-loss related at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiAsCCiAZcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiAsCCiAZcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 string cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of candy&lt;br /&gt;1 omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of chicken pizza&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;String cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work &amp; back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;15 min treadmill&lt;br /&gt;15 min elliptical&lt;br /&gt;15 min bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighed myself: 147 lb! MEHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4763191651567949711?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4763191651567949711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4763191651567949711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4763191651567949711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4763191651567949711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovestoned.html' title='Lovestoned'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3510615670274667165</id><published>2008-12-10T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:17:14.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickpost</title><content type='html'>I'm about to fall asleep so a quick post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forced myself to go to the gym today&lt;br /&gt;- Ate pretty well, besides overdosing on some Kashi crackers&lt;br /&gt;- Saw a loss on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can keep this up, I'll feel really good. Losing weight is SO motivating. Just seeing one pound drop makes me want to go back to the gym tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3510615670274667165?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3510615670274667165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3510615670274667165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3510615670274667165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3510615670274667165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickpost.html' title='Quickpost'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1866879976883114401</id><published>2008-12-08T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:03:50.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoned Out</title><content type='html'>So, I ended up wasting most of my calories last night on alcohol - I drank four beers, I think! Wow. I ate 2 pieces of pizza and 1 piece of (amazing) cake baked by my friend/domestic goddess Melanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did weigh myself and I'm at 146, so I'm definitely gaining weight back and I have to nip it in the bud. Tonight when I go food shopping I'm going to bring along a couple recipes and the Zone cookbook Alice got us, so I don't just get the same things over and over again (chicken, frozen brussels sprouts, cheese, etc). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery and sunflower seed butter (yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I weighed myself and I'm just zooming all the way up there. I would be depressed about that, but I just watched "Taxi To The Dark Side" which depressed me so much that gaining weight seems fairly minor. However, I'm going to blame these pounds on my period, which just arrived today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD OF WISDOM: DON'T WATCH A DOCUMENTARY ON TORTURE ON THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR PERIOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1866879976883114401?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1866879976883114401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1866879976883114401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1866879976883114401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1866879976883114401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/zoned-out.html' title='Zoned Out'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6220578771524376165</id><published>2008-12-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:47:48.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Scale</title><content type='html'>I need to start weighing myself again. When I don't, I just over-eat and blindly hope that I'm not going to gain weight. Then I'm afraid to weigh myself even more because I know that I'll have put on pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I looked forward to weighing myself every night because I would hope to see a drop. It gives me something to work towards and I feel myself veering off track. Tonight, I will weigh myself and just deal with whatever number is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad &lt;br /&gt;Leftover chips (I know, gross) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panera salad with chicken, dressing on side&lt;br /&gt;Piece of whole grain bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER (PLANNED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 pieces of pizza (@ pizza party) &lt;br /&gt;1-2 beers&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of dessert if it's super tempting, otherwise, skip it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6220578771524376165?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6220578771524376165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6220578771524376165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6220578771524376165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6220578771524376165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-scale.html' title='On the Scale'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1991434667878797972</id><published>2008-12-06T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:52:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk, economical post</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 Cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;Celery and sunflower seed butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCKTAIL PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple glasses of wine = drunkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;3 cookies&lt;br /&gt;3 pieces of bread &amp; olive spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST PARTY SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Flushing, Queens = 2-3 miles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1991434667878797972?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1991434667878797972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1991434667878797972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1991434667878797972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1991434667878797972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunk-economical-post.html' title='Drunk, economical post'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-307113191463664531</id><published>2008-12-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:40:18.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TMI Post</title><content type='html'>I ate sooo much today. I've also been drinking so much Diet Coke that it soon it will run through my veins like blood. It's gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning into an old lady whose body can't process certain types of food. Both times I've gone to the local Thai restaurant, I've gotten sick afterwards, even though used to love Thai food. Tonight I got pancakes and eggs at the diner and spent a disgusting amount of time in the bathroom afterwards (and I mean &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. I'll leave it at that). What it could be? Pancakes and eggs seem like harmless foods. I'm wondering if I'm a tad lactose intolerant. When I was at my parent's house I ate cereal and milk, which I never do anymore, and had stomach problems then too. Alas, alack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Egg white omelette (with a touch of yolk) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cous-cous with chicken &amp; spinach&lt;br /&gt;Apple &lt;br /&gt;Piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &amp; hummus&lt;br /&gt;WW String cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery &amp; sunflower seed butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes at the Neptune Diner [quickly ejected from my body!]&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-307113191463664531?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/307113191463664531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=307113191463664531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/307113191463664531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/307113191463664531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmi-post.html' title='The TMI Post'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8738341837224673469</id><published>2008-12-04T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:21:35.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Seed Butter</title><content type='html'>So I've been bad about blogging because (surprise!) I've been bad about eating. I've just been in this unholy binge-eating mentality for a couple days now and it's been difficult to shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to own up! Today wasn't terrible, but I did eat popcorn when I really wasn't hungry for it. When I have the noshing urge, I just want all carbs, all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym today, which was good. Tomorrow I have a complimentary training session, which I got when I signed up for membership. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mission (Im)possible&lt;/span&gt;: Coming up this month I have loads of social events that will inevitably involve eating. Pizza party, cocktail party, pot-luck party, my work holiday party... There are a couple strategies I've tried in the past and none of them have worked too well. I usually eat way more than I need to and the calories just pile on when you add beer and wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that has succeeded in even a minor way was trying to eat light all day before the event, so that my total intake for the day isn't ridiculous. I hate that when I'm at a party, I'm inwardly freaking out that the food will be gone if I don't go back for seconds and thirds. It's a sick mentality and it takes away from my enjoyment. But it's hard to break free. Any advice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 WW skim cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panera salad with chicken&lt;br /&gt;Piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;100-calorie bag o'popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots and hummus&lt;br /&gt;Celery and sunflower seed butter (actually very good! Leftover from Talia) &lt;br /&gt;(I know that's a terrible dinner, but I feel lazy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes elliptical&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes weights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays! I enjoy the photo below because there is such a range of emotions going on. Wow. Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/STiFETiY-cI/AAAAAAAAAag/7ya2H8y5BFI/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/STiFETiY-cI/AAAAAAAAAag/7ya2H8y5BFI/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276113272475023810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8738341837224673469?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8738341837224673469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8738341837224673469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8738341837224673469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8738341837224673469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunflower-seed-butter.html' title='Sunflower Seed Butter'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/STiFETiY-cI/AAAAAAAAAag/7ya2H8y5BFI/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1023701239205523260</id><published>2008-12-02T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:59:22.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track-ish</title><content type='html'>So I weighed myself and I am still 145...a miracle! So maybe I gained a pound during Thankgiving-palooza, but to still be at 145 makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting eating two giant bowls of cous-cous/chicken/spinach mixture, thinking about how healthy I was being despite my disgusting portions, when I stumbled upon this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5100939/yuppie-foodies-hoodwinked-by-health-halo"&gt;Yuppie Foodies Hoodwinked by "Health Halo" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describes me to a T! Portion control ye are my nemesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1023701239205523260?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1023701239205523260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1023701239205523260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1023701239205523260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1023701239205523260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-on-track-ish.html' title='Back on track-ish'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1366888176245106980</id><published>2008-12-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:05:07.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Foods</title><content type='html'>I didn't eat a very healthy or filling lunch today, but I think my body sorely needed a break from being overstuffed. Tomorrow - the GYM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;a href="http://www.marysgonecrackers.com/ns/intro.php"&gt;Mary's Gone Crackers&lt;/a&gt; oh dear lord they are so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Weight Watchers 1-point cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Carrots &amp; Hummus&lt;br /&gt;1 more Weight Watchers 1-point cheese stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-calorie snack bag o'popcorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1366888176245106980?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1366888176245106980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1366888176245106980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1366888176245106980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1366888176245106980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/key-foods.html' title='Key Foods'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5989482080266506088</id><published>2008-11-30T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:16:41.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Wagon</title><content type='html'>Man, being at my parents' house was like a black hole of food. I haven't eaten that much in a while. I realized that being there gives me this weird compulsion to NOT STOP EATING. I honestly don't feel that way when I'm in my apartment. Sometimes I feel "noshy" but I don't usually eat until I'm physically ill. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I've escaped and I'm back in lovely Queens, supplied with some healthy food donated by my mom. I didn't even weigh myself at home because I was too nervous to see what it would say, and I'm probably not going to weigh myself for another week or so. My sister said it was impossible for me to have gained back all the weight I lost...but I wouldn't put it past my quick-reacting body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST/BRUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover turkey&lt;br /&gt;Leftover risotto&lt;br /&gt;1 clementine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Risotto&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 clementine&lt;br /&gt;2 apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The binge eater is backkkkkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5989482080266506088?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5989482080266506088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5989482080266506088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5989482080266506088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5989482080266506088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-on-wagon.html' title='Back On The Wagon'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7826521769204309606</id><published>2008-11-27T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:55:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Of Eating Poorly</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I've been eating terribly this week (due to anxiety and lack of sleep) I was still able to impress my grandmother with my minor weight loss. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look good," she said, wagging her finger at me. "Keep it up." This part was a bit menacing. "Keep it up. Get as skinny as a bean!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I made the mistake of admitting how I was really full from Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "It's all that bread!" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "I didn't eat THAT much bread."&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: "YES YOU DID!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she watching me eat? Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my uncle (who is not psycho) also told me that I had lost weight. It was the first thing he said when I saw him, actually. This was nice. It makes me feel like this is working and it's not just in my head. I'm sure I've canceled it all out by this time, but I know I can get back on track. I eat so much better when I control my food. Right now I'm at my parents' house and it's just all-food-all-the-time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7826521769204309606?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7826521769204309606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7826521769204309606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7826521769204309606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7826521769204309606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-of-eating-poorly.html' title='Days Of Eating Poorly'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3119334393707669394</id><published>2008-11-26T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:17:10.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep/Food</title><content type='html'>I haven't been getting any sleep lately so of course I'm eating terribly. I'm trying to blog even when I eat poorly, so here goes. Basically, I don't usually eat so much &lt;br /&gt;A) Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;B) Straight-up simple carbs (pasta) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Pesto pasta &amp; chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;1 Brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto pasta&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3119334393707669394?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3119334393707669394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3119334393707669394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3119334393707669394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3119334393707669394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleepfood.html' title='Sleep/Food'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-9067797725248822021</id><published>2008-11-24T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:39:30.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Body-Issue Type Things</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty weird/bad day of eating. I also haven't been to the gym in a while, mostly due to TIMING things. I've had lots of interviews/film screenings/social events to go to. In case that sounded too exciting, most of these interviews were along the lines of "Babysit my child for eight dollars an hour." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to weigh myself tonight because I can't imagine it's anything good. Last I checked, I was 144! I just want to think about that number and try to get back into the mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice upped my self-esteem tonight when I modeled these black pants from the Gap that I got at the clothing swap. I guess they're flattering? I'm so used to hiding my body in skirts, it's really hard for me to feel confident in pants. I also have a tendency to wear like five bras. It's an addiction that comes and goes...I did it a lot in high school and now I'm back, a la Tobias Funke and his cut-offs. I'm so jealous of all the women out there with their perky boobs. That's why this is one of my favorite 30 Rock moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Vj3Sn9Es_s2xl9b6I1dthw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Vj3Sn9Es_s2xl9b6I1dthw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day. Sallyforth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg white omelette&lt;br /&gt;Rice &amp; Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15+ little Kashi crackers&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Pomegranate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK #2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle Chicken Burrito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-9067797725248822021?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9067797725248822021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=9067797725248822021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9067797725248822021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9067797725248822021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-those-body-issue-type-things.html' title='One Of Those Body-Issue Type Things'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1668080643728498427</id><published>2008-11-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:33:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overeating</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Portabella Veggie Burgers&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of couscous (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;Spoonful of rice &amp; beans that I was cooking for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with this uneven eating, I feel pretty sick right now. Blagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1668080643728498427?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1668080643728498427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1668080643728498427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1668080643728498427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1668080643728498427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/overeating.html' title='Overeating'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7789212034142074119</id><published>2008-11-22T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:25:25.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay The Course</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was pleased with myself because I went out for a friend's birthday and didn't drink at all. Not because I'm worried about alcoholism, just because I didn't want to spend money or waste carbs and calories on drinking. I can usually have just as much fun when I'm sober, and I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found $2 in my pocket and got a chocolate bar. Oh, well. It was very yummy. For dinner all I had had were brussels sprouts and an apple, so I was hungry. Today I woke up really hungry and I had stayed the night at my friend's apartment in Park Slope. By the time I took four dumb trains back to Queens, I was really ravenous. So of course I've eaten loads today already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going out to dinner with a friend. I think my goal tonight is going to be:  I MUST LEAVE A MORSEL OF FOOD ON MY PLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my challenge - I always finish my plate regardless of whether or not I'm full. So...I've posted it here and let's see if I can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;2 clementines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Clementine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: So I went to dinner and completely forgot about my little plan. However, at the fancy overpriced sushi restaurant, I ordered what I thought was a sushi roll, but ended up just being A PIECE OF SUSHI. One large piece of sushi. Or, rather, two large pieces of sushi. That's no meal (in my book). I also had miso soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of sushi&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of miso soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been having so much chocolate-craving lately!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7789212034142074119?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7789212034142074119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7789212034142074119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7789212034142074119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7789212034142074119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-course.html' title='Stay The Course'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7476795739152381288</id><published>2008-11-20T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:30:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail's Pace</title><content type='html'>Holding steady at 145...I need to work a little harder at losing these next five pounds. Today is a good example of me eating a lot of dense foods even when I wasn't that hungry. On the plus side, I haven't snacked late at night in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the exercise thoughts, Risch! I definitely feel good &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; myself when I exercise, because at least I'm burning some calories and doing something productive. Maybe when I do some actual running on the treadmill, I'll feel those magical endorphins. I used to get them when I really lost myself in exercise, like when dancing up a storm. I miss &lt;a href="dancedancepartyparty.com"&gt;Dance Dance Party Party&lt;/a&gt; but it's held on Sundays, when I work at the Museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, every woman's hero (Tina Fey) used to be quite a bit heavier. As if I couldn't love her more - she had a weight problem. Sigh. Here's an excerpt of an interview with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speaking of pumpkins, are you a healthy eater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try. When I was 29 — I am 36 now — I lost about 35 pounds. I did it through Weight Watchers. That's when I learned how to eat properly for the first time. Before, I used to be one of those people who wouldn't eat anything all day, then eat a piece of cake at 4 p.m., McDonald's at 10 p.m., and then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if Tina Fey can do it, I can too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSY5B3twPMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VFnQ4TXK3PM/s1600-h/tinafey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSY5B3twPMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VFnQ4TXK3PM/s320/tinafey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270963118182251714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 string cheese&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken caesar salad (dressing on the side)&lt;br /&gt;Whole-grain baguette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much (leisurely walk to work and back - 2 miles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7476795739152381288?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7476795739152381288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7476795739152381288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7476795739152381288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7476795739152381288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/snails-pace.html' title='Snail&apos;s Pace'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSY5B3twPMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VFnQ4TXK3PM/s72-c/tinafey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8548515844564431425</id><published>2008-11-19T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:11:16.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mehhhhh</title><content type='html'>I know exercise is supposed to give you endorphins, but I exercised today and it made me sad that I didn't feel happier. What a vicious cycle. I also ate a big dinner because I had meant to eat a snack mid-day but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;1 String Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa Pasta&lt;br /&gt;1 string cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes treadmill (alternating running and speed-walking, per K's suggestion)&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest procrastination tool is watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Man, that show is awesome and super feminist, at least most of the time. I have such a soft spot for the old episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSS4pmyNSoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UrDWEPrTj4E/s1600-h/buffy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSS4pmyNSoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UrDWEPrTj4E/s320/buffy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270540488855603842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8548515844564431425?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8548515844564431425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8548515844564431425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8548515844564431425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8548515844564431425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/mehhhhh.html' title='Mehhhhh'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SSS4pmyNSoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UrDWEPrTj4E/s72-c/buffy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5249491179209136424</id><published>2008-11-18T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:03:18.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noshy</title><content type='html'>Another day of eating a lot of cheese (albeit "skim" and "low-fat"). Why is cheese so good? Alice just told me that her idea of eating a lot of cheese is eating a block of cheese surrounded by more cheese. So maybe I'm not doing too badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had some thoughts about body dysmorphia (another word I'm apparently spelling wrong). I used to not comprehend how anorexics could look in the mirror and think of themselves as fat. Now I sort of understand it. When I look in the mirror, I can't look at myself objectively. It's a complete mystery to me what other people think when they look at my body. I almost want to give random people a survey: "How Would You Describe This Woman?" Fat? Chubby? Plump? Average? Obese? Round? Curvy? Normal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't worry about what other people think. But it's difficult. The hardest part of starting this blog was admitting that I had to lose weight. I was under the misguided notion that if I didn't tell anyone I was overweight that NOBODY WOULD KNOW. Hence, the "secret" dieting that always seemed to fall apart a week later. I'm hoping this is more sustainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Katie for the exercise suggestion! I am going to try adding some running to my repertoire, as long as it's in (very) short spurts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone Protein Bar (Caramel, not that good)&lt;br /&gt;2 Egg Whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Low-fat/skim Polly-O cheese&lt;br /&gt;Portabella Mushroom Burger (yummmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly-O cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chicken Leg&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5249491179209136424?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5249491179209136424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5249491179209136424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5249491179209136424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5249491179209136424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/noshy.html' title='Noshy'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4818506120654045444</id><published>2008-11-17T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:07:09.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been eating oh-so-well this weekend, but that's mostly due to alcohol. I've been trying to get better at protein consumption, and I've bought some eggs in order to make sure my breakfast is proteinous. (I thought that was a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Saturday night I had the most sugary, carb-y drinks imaginable. Two margaritas and a Blue Moon beer. By the time I got to Hannah's, I was REALLY feeling those drinks, so when I went to the bathroom, I promptly took off all my clothes and weighed myself on her scale. It said 145 pounds! This makes me happy because it confirms that my scale isn't TOO crazy. It also means that at least as of Saturday, I have lost 7 pounds since I started this "magical weight loss journey" and slow-but-steady wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, with the exception of today, ever since I've joined the New York Sports Club, I've worked out EVERY DAY. Hooray! I don't run on the treadmill, I just speed-walk really fast, but I figure it's better for me to break a sweat doing something low-impact for 30 minutes than run for 3 minutes and give up. But am I wrong? Should I pushing myself a little harder? Keep in mind that I hate exercising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's video is a hearkening back to the woman who inspired me to start this blog, Jennette Fulda. I know I posted a video of her before, but I don't think I posted this interview. I just think she's smart, pretty, and sassy and I love her blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Z94_Rbp_1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Z94_Rbp_1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken noodle soup (I know, I'm weird but: PROTEIN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone protein bar&lt;br /&gt;Low-fat/skim mozzarella stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom pizza slice&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of Coney Island-inspired Beer &lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie (grrrr Alice you make delicious things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a cheesy day, but onward and upward. Tomorrow = GYM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4818506120654045444?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4818506120654045444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4818506120654045444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4818506120654045444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4818506120654045444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7334332687188413602</id><published>2008-11-13T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:06:29.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fweaky</title><content type='html'>I got on the scale at the gym today and it was one of those doctor's office scales where you have to balance the weight. I find those confusing. The scale also said I was heavier than I thought I was. This made me depressed. But I also don't know if I was doing it right. I just want to know for sure how much I weigh! When I think I'm losing weight, I eat so much better because I'm excited and motivated. So today felt like a bummer, but go forth I shall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support, Soph! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of working out, I'll post a totally ridiculous music video I watched at NYSC while cycling, featuring one of my favorite people, Cornell Haynes Jr. (a.k.a NELLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GdLmo7L5oU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GdLmo7L5oU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable bean soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt &lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa pasta &amp; Quorn meatballs&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt #2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely walk to work &amp; back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7334332687188413602?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7334332687188413602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7334332687188413602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7334332687188413602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7334332687188413602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-fweaky.html' title='It&apos;s fweaky'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6409194125947670586</id><published>2008-11-12T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:29:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One of Actual Exercise</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of hopefully many days at NYSC. It was nice and uncrowded, but I felt sort of awkward with all the weight equipment. I am small-statured so sometimes I think the machines should be adjusted for me, but I don't really want to mess with it. But I worked out for about an hour and it felt pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Overpriced protein bar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa/Kamut pasta with Quorn meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely walk to work and back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Weights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have a snack later on as well. I was on my way to Key Food, my usual chain grocery store, but I wanted quinoa, so I ducked into the local organic store, Kai Organics. I'd never been in there, but I was swayed by the sign on their door: "THE BATHROOM INSIDE IS AVAILABLE FOR ALL HUMAN BEINGS. NO PURCHASE IS NECESSARY." And then some Buddhist quote. I really respect that. Everyone should be able to have urinary freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in addition to regular quinoa, they had these quinoa/kamut pasta twists, so I bought that as well. Ah, quinoa. Protein-filled miracle grain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRtmJa-SATI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fiWuQFo5nsg/s1600-h/2007-01-11_quinoa-salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRtmJa-SATI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fiWuQFo5nsg/s320/2007-01-11_quinoa-salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267916501185331506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just realized that I don't think my NYSC has ellipticals. TRAVESTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6409194125947670586?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6409194125947670586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6409194125947670586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6409194125947670586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6409194125947670586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-one-of-actual-exercise.html' title='Day One of Actual Exercise'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRtmJa-SATI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fiWuQFo5nsg/s72-c/2007-01-11_quinoa-salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7572818160639006337</id><published>2008-11-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:27:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on gyms and self-image</title><content type='html'>So I joined a gym! Thanks for your input, Rischa - I was especially concerned with contracts due to the fact that I might travel next year and don't want to be stuck paying for months that I can't use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up picking New York Sports Club for a couple reasons. First, this is the birthday present from The Folks and since they're paying, I thought I could rule out Lucille Roberts. It's a decent club, but sort of run-down and their weekend hours were really limited. (I think they close at 3 pm on weekends). The Rock (near me) was super expensive. Also, my father told me he recommended NYSC because then I could use it in different locations. Since he's paying for this gift, I figured I should go with his suggestion. The registration was $59 and then I think it's $60/month. So while it's not cheap, I do like the atmosphere and layout and classes and I think (hope!) it will be worth it. I've lost five pounds so far by trying a little harder to think about what I am eating, so I think the next five pounds might be lost through actual exercise. Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of embarking on this new step of physical education, I shall post one of my favorite and most gratuitous/ridiculous music videos about a workout class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIohJZ-rhyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIohJZ-rhyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I want to lose weight to look and feel better, but for another really important reason as well. When I look at slender or fit women, I get really jealous - but not because I wish I looked like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm jealous is because I assume that these women don't spend 75% of their day worried about their bodies. I can't help but think that their weight is NOT what takes up most of their precious brain-time. I have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much useful energy that gets wasted because I'm freaked out about how I look! It must be so nice to put on shorts and just go outside - or to have a bathing suit be just another form of attire. It's possible that I'm romanticizing the lives of others (it's a habit of mine) but I have to say, losing some mental baggage is something I'm looking forward to and hopefully working towards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7572818160639006337?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7572818160639006337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7572818160639006337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7572818160639006337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7572818160639006337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-on-gyms-and-self-image.html' title='Thoughts on gyms and self-image'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7619041199369370864</id><published>2008-11-10T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:34:32.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Fat</title><content type='html'>I need to get some good fats in my life - tomorrow I'm going to pick up some salmon. Eating salmon is like a shot in the arm, so good! I'm also going to check out New York Sports Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST/BRUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protein Bar&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh, what a weird eating day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7619041199369370864?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7619041199369370864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7619041199369370864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7619041199369370864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7619041199369370864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-fat.html' title='Good Fat'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-9191430634567258689</id><published>2008-11-09T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:59:23.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl's All Right With Me</title><content type='html'>DONE! My parents asked what I wanted for my b-day, I requested a gym membership, and they said "Great." So tomorrow I think I'll check out a gym on Ditmars. It's called The Rock (grrrr!) and it looks stupid expensive, but it's also open 24 hours during the week (which I like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you all pay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could talk them down a bit, but it seemed like there was a high registration fee, like $200. Then it was something like $80/month. I think NYSC was $70 a month and it didn't have a ridiculous registration fee. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRejamBYvRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5QjYhhlEzdk/s1600-h/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRejamBYvRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5QjYhhlEzdk/s320/raven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266857966511373586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-9191430634567258689?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9191430634567258689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=9191430634567258689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9191430634567258689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/9191430634567258689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-all-right-with-me.html' title='The Girl&apos;s All Right With Me'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRejamBYvRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5QjYhhlEzdk/s72-c/raven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5676400531076948222</id><published>2008-11-06T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:21:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Today was a nice healthy eating day, but with very little exercise. When I stop myself from eating out, I eat SO much healthier. Today I was very hungry (and tired) on the way back from a meeting. I kept thinking, "Chipotle! Pizza! Neptune Diner!" But I just walked home (also I didn't have any money on me, which was good), where I ate some yummy real food. Then I cooked some stuff for tomorrow, which will also prevent me from eating out too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Italian Vegetable/Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hard boiled egg whites with hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Israeli cous cous&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SROX52Jz6BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/VXmEq6bOsoA/s1600-h/941098.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SROX52Jz6BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/VXmEq6bOsoA/s320/941098.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265719409371244562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5676400531076948222?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5676400531076948222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5676400531076948222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5676400531076948222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5676400531076948222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SROX52Jz6BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/VXmEq6bOsoA/s72-c/941098.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8308036850800021161</id><published>2008-11-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:42:44.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRJ0ikzFv1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0dilwnbkKBI/s1600-h/barackbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRJ0ikzFv1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0dilwnbkKBI/s320/barackbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399051691867986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted from the past few days. I haven't really written because I've been eating poorly. I ate a TON when I was canvassing in PA. That Obama campaign sure knows how to feed people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie &amp; Katie - thank you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much for your feedback. I shall be asking for a gym membership for my birthday and I will just have to make sure I use it. I do need to get more actual exercise. The walking is helping me maintain my weight, but it certainly isn't getting rid of any flab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate okay today, except for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover turkey sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;3 cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for bed. All this history-making has made me sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BARACK OBAMA! AND I LIKE YOU A LOT JOE BIDEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8308036850800021161?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8308036850800021161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8308036850800021161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8308036850800021161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8308036850800021161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-can.html' title='Yes I Can!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SRJ0ikzFv1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0dilwnbkKBI/s72-c/barackbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-695961309889706954</id><published>2008-11-02T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:03:16.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobama08</title><content type='html'>This election is making me noivous. (That's "nervous" for all of you out there who lack New Yorker grandparents). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back (2 miles) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCALE UPDATE: Hm, my funky scale says I lost the three pounds I had gained yesterday. Confusing. I shall weigh myself at my parents' tomorrow and get the real deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-695961309889706954?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/695961309889706954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=695961309889706954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/695961309889706954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/695961309889706954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobama08.html' title='Gobama08'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2633789367211321576</id><published>2008-11-01T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:14:27.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings</title><content type='html'>So Halloween has come and gone and I've survived mostly unscathed. I think I need to up my weight loss commitment...it's reached a plateau, in case you hadn't noticed. I think I try to avoid eating junk in my every day life more so than I did in the past, but I haven't done enough to burn more calories than I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to weigh myself tonight because I think I'll see a definite uptick. But I'm going to do it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;Israeli couscous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Sushi! &lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE NIGHT SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn (but not the 100-calorie kind, the regular kind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back (2.5 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that doesn't seem SO bad but I'm really not exercising enough. Tomorrow I shall walk, as that's really good for me to do. I'm working from noon to five, so after work I should just go. If I come home to drop my stuff off or change into "jogging" clothes I'll lose momentum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2633789367211321576?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2633789367211321576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2633789367211321576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2633789367211321576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2633789367211321576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/daylight-savings.html' title='Daylight Savings'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-410703262347026466</id><published>2008-10-31T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:17:34.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Halloween, Everybody Make A Scene</title><content type='html'>This is an incomplete food diary, as I am about to go to a Halloween party that is bound to be full of treats (and tricks). I will try not to overindulge, but parties are trickkkkky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled egg &amp; mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panera Chicken Caesar Salad (dressing on the side)&lt;br /&gt;French baguette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Soup&lt;br /&gt;2 baked chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My All-Hallows-Eve costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQuR40sni9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/AMwebVqQ-JE/s1600-h/punky-brewster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQuR40sni9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/AMwebVqQ-JE/s320/punky-brewster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263460994917043154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN PARTY CONSUMPTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 beers&lt;br /&gt;- 1 glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;- 2 doughunts&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pretzels&lt;br /&gt;- 2 cookies&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Hershey's mini-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAGHHHHH I JUST CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF AT PARTIES! ANY TIPS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-410703262347026466?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/410703262347026466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=410703262347026466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/410703262347026466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/410703262347026466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-halloween-everybody-make-scene.html' title='This Is Halloween, Everybody Make A Scene'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQuR40sni9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/AMwebVqQ-JE/s72-c/punky-brewster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3591060474927623345</id><published>2008-10-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:20:08.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Oof Hallowen will not be good for my "diet." My boss brought candy in today. Everyone passing by said, "Ooh, candy! Can I have some? I mean, I really shouldn't, but..." and then of course we all ate a ton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hershey's mini-chocolates (like 300 calories, I think) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panera salad with chicken (no dressing)&lt;br /&gt;Whole grain baguette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;String beans&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hard-boiled egg whites &amp; hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work (1) mile, walked in the city (probably another mile) = &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in celebration of the upcoming holidays, Ms. McCurdy's favorite film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpvdAJYvofI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpvdAJYvofI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3591060474927623345?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3591060474927623345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3591060474927623345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3591060474927623345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3591060474927623345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6417715211251982504</id><published>2008-10-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:30:09.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarghhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Got my period today blarghhhhhhhhhhhhh I got really sick. Yesterday I was at my parents'. I ate a ton, but it was all pretty healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bowls of Shredded Wheat + 1% milk &lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;String beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo' turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate bar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6417715211251982504?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6417715211251982504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6417715211251982504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6417715211251982504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6417715211251982504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/blarghhhhhhhhh.html' title='Blarghhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1270702731655634711</id><published>2008-10-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:58:15.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It</title><content type='html'>Today I went with AJ shooting around New York. We stopped in Madison Square Park, where she treated me to a burger from &lt;a href="http://www.shakeshacknyc.com/"&gt;Shake Shack&lt;/a&gt;. I had always wanted to go and the burgers are yummy, but kind of small. I had a cheeseburger. This made me ask myself a simple question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY HAVE I SPENT SO MUCH OF MY LIFE NOT EATING CHEESEBURGERS?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I was faux-kosher growing up? Because I hated mixing ingredients? Perhaps because I did not like pleasure/happiness/love? Cheeseburgers are SO good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Got that out of my system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;Luna Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;French Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am drinking tea! For real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;Walking around Manhattan...probably a mile or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQZjhwZlquI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aGSd_FD_T-M/s1600-h/queen-latifah-chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQZjhwZlquI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aGSd_FD_T-M/s320/queen-latifah-chicago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262002646208064226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1270702731655634711?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1270702731655634711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1270702731655634711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1270702731655634711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1270702731655634711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/shake-it.html' title='Shake It'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQZjhwZlquI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aGSd_FD_T-M/s72-c/queen-latifah-chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7631919219558194610</id><published>2008-10-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:00:02.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nibble nibble nibble</title><content type='html'>I had a nice cozy morning, which resulted in some nice cozy snacking. Then I went to my friend Melanie's going away party, which was a soup party = amazzzzzing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;2 hard boiled egg whites + hummus&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;100 calorie pack of popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Chicken and broccoli (Alice's leftovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; It doesn't seem like that much, but I ate all of that between the hours of 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Curry soup &amp; pea soup&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of bread&lt;br /&gt;3 glasses of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7631919219558194610?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7631919219558194610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7631919219558194610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7631919219558194610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7631919219558194610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/nibble-nibble-nibble.html' title='Nibble nibble nibble'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4756332324126422082</id><published>2008-10-25T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:56:45.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I didn't write yesterday, but I ate pretty well, except I didn't eat breakfast. And then I ate a lot of other stuff - okay, it's 3:00 am and I can't really remember at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ate a TON with my parents and it was delicious: fettucini with meatballs at this Italian restaurant, and then a small Tasti-D-Lite. Then I went out dancing and drinking (just one Gin-and-Tonic). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of Saturdays, here are my favorite men (David Wain, Michael Ian Black, and Michael Showalter) in all of their glory: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1dDhNZQ3jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1dDhNZQ3jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4756332324126422082?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4756332324126422082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4756332324126422082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4756332324126422082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4756332324126422082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5933141559722571483</id><published>2008-10-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:25:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn</title><content type='html'>Since I spend a good part of my day talking about how much I love popcorn and how much I miss my Whirl-A-Pop, Alice recommended those 100-calorie packs of popcorn. They really do the trick - there's quite a bit of popcorn in there and I'm surprised it's only 100 calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a weird eating day. For lunch I had a portabella burger, which was DELICIOUS!  It was this brand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQE_jO2aCPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/joJZPTbKci4/s1600-h/gardenburger_portamush10oz_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQE_jO2aCPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/joJZPTbKci4/s320/gardenburger_portamush10oz_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260555714259716338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then due to a change in plans, I didn't walk to the movie, but I did walk to the M60 bus after, up the Upper West Side - from 49th and 7th to 106th and Broadway. So it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 miles&lt;/span&gt; instead of 4, but still a nice walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;Egg white omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Portabella burger (no bun) &lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;Carrots and Hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;Veggie stir-fry thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK/DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Mini chocolate cupcake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;1 mile walk home + 3 mile walk in NYC = 4 miles walked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5933141559722571483?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5933141559722571483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5933141559722571483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5933141559722571483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5933141559722571483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/popcorn.html' title='Popcorn'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQE_jO2aCPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/joJZPTbKci4/s72-c/gardenburger_portamush10oz_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8520397068892387048</id><published>2008-10-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:46:24.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbos</title><content type='html'>Yassou, friends! A website just told me that is how to say "hello" in Greek. My lovely sister just came back from the land of hot sun, Mediterranean waters, wine, and olive oil. Yum. I'm so happy she's back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate better (much better) today than yesterday. But I still ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking to work and back every day, which has got to count for something. It is a mile each way, which Google maps tells me should take me 23 minutes, but I usually leave forty because I'm such a dawdler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to see/write a review of &lt;a href="http://www.thefilmfactory.co.uk/boy/"&gt;The Boy In The Striped Pajamas&lt;/a&gt;, which looks like your average charming Holocaust movie. The screening room is in Times Square, so I think I'll just walk there from work. It will be a four mile walk, which is great. I'm making this commitment online, so it's got to mean something!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;2 hard-boiled egg whites with hummus inside (a Zone diet recommendation, very yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Whole wheat pasta/veggies/chicken mix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Whole wheat cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT:&lt;br /&gt;Mini-Milky-Way (note to self: buy Alice some chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE NIGHT SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;Green apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQABjsgDtKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7YpRvrMzmxo/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQABjsgDtKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7YpRvrMzmxo/s320/marilyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260206077521409186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8520397068892387048?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8520397068892387048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8520397068892387048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8520397068892387048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8520397068892387048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesbos.html' title='Lesbos'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SQABjsgDtKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7YpRvrMzmxo/s72-c/marilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-7833344350705482230</id><published>2008-10-21T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:28:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burritos, Margaritas, Oh My</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I really stretched my stomach to the limits tonight! To be honest, I think my stomach HAS shrunk a little bit since I started watching what I'm eating. I do eat less because I have to write it down. But I gave myself license to just go nuts tonight and I feel like I'm going to barf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lightly today in preparation for the great Burrito/Margarita Outing to celebrate Helen's temporary return to the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;Spinach-and-onion mostly egg white omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of Chicken veggie soup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken burrito (without cheese) &lt;br /&gt;2 frozen margaritas (yum)&lt;br /&gt;Endless tortilla chips? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'm not even going to weigh myself tonight because I'll be depressed about it - but if I pay attention to what I eat for the rest of the week, I know I'll see at least a maintenance, if not a loss. I've already ensured that by cooking some stuff tonight for the week, including salmon (which should be fairly edible, thanks to Alice), hard-boiled eggs, soup, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite eating a busload of food, it was a lovely night to reunite and get drunk and talk about Haiti and politics and children of celebrities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP6r4suz7XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fs1x0Ra1uzQ/s1600-h/bestofluck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP6r4suz7XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fs1x0Ra1uzQ/s320/bestofluck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259830405383843186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-7833344350705482230?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7833344350705482230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=7833344350705482230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7833344350705482230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/7833344350705482230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/burritos-margaritas-oh-my.html' title='Burritos, Margaritas, Oh My'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP6r4suz7XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Fs1x0Ra1uzQ/s72-c/bestofluck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-769532187031548036</id><published>2008-10-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:40:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils of Obesity!</title><content type='html'>Sigh! So recently I've been noticing an increase in skin tags on my otherwise adorable face. I thought maybe it was genetic (my father has a ton of them, whereas my mother has none), but I was doing a little online research and found an uncomfortable explanation for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nobody really knows where these little non-cancerous lesions come from, there have been links to age (not applicable) and obesity (blahhhh!). I know I'm not morbidly obese, but I do weigh an inappropriate amount for my height and I'd be really sad if that is where these came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post any Google images of skin tags, because they're pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;Egg white onion omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate blahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, that dinner is PATHETIC, but I ran out of time for dinner and I was going to a movie and I love popcorn. A medium popcorn at this particular movie theater was 420 calories...not a trifling amount, but not as much as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll see it reflected on the scale tomorrow, but as for now, I lost .5 lb. So that's good. I always weigh myself at the same time every day (before I go to sleep) and I know my scale is fairly wonky, but it usually reflects how much I've been working (or how little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the movie I watched tonight was "Changeling" which starred Angelina Jolie. You can check out my review for it on &lt;a href="http://www.criticsnotebook.com/maggieglass.html"&gt;Critic's Notebook&lt;/a&gt;, where I like to hear myself talk. The one thing I can say is that she is one actress who does NOT look good skinny! She is a gorgeous woman, but she looked like freaking skin-and-bones in this movie and it made me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP1GgOBvghI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yg9rlAiiRnc/s1600-h/angelinajolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP1GgOBvghI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yg9rlAiiRnc/s320/angelinajolie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437459173769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP1Gl9XKIiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0RSSOWFi-yk/s1600-h/angie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP1Gl9XKIiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0RSSOWFi-yk/s320/angie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437557779407394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-769532187031548036?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/769532187031548036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=769532187031548036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/769532187031548036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/769532187031548036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/perils-of-obesity.html' title='The Perils of Obesity!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SP1GgOBvghI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yg9rlAiiRnc/s72-c/angelinajolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-8548142625532668074</id><published>2008-10-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:02:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Weekend</title><content type='html'>Man, it was a wild-ish weekend. I won't write about Saturday, except to say that veggie pizza is DEFINITELY the way to go. Usually, I can't stop at just one slice of pizza, but we had veggie pizza and it was so loaded down with vegetables that I was stuffed after one slice. Which is good (I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eat a bunch of bite-sized candy bars, but I stopped myself after 1 oreo, which was truly difficult for me. Then I walked&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 4.5 miles&lt;/span&gt; to the Whitney Museum. And walked around the city aimlessly, waiting for midnight to see The Shining, downing caffeinated beverages. I also had a burrito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ate really well, except for some chocolate chips that I decided would make a great snack. I also did yoga at &lt;a href="http://www.yogatothepeople.com/new-york-yoga.shtml"&gt;Yoga To the People&lt;/a&gt;, which was really good and I think I'll continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH (I slept through anything that would remotely resemble "breakfast") &lt;br /&gt;Egg white spinach omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Soup &lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-8548142625532668074?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8548142625532668074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=8548142625532668074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8548142625532668074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/8548142625532668074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/wild-weekend.html' title='Wild Weekend'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-3872498767206630053</id><published>2008-10-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:19:43.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIFZ!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the encouragement, Rischa! I lost a pound, so I think I'm back on track...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by Lucille Roberts on the way back from work, because they were having a sale. It's $10/month for two years, but I know I'm only going to be here for another year (if I go to China next year), so that didn't sound ideal. For one year, it was $20/month plus a registration fee, which is still a great deal, but I wasn't sure if I could make the commitment. I can't afford it right now, so I'd have to ask for it for my birthday present from my parents. And what if I didn't use it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who here goes to a gym? Worth it? How much do you pay and how often do you go? This gym was kinda run-down, but had all the equipment I would need, plus classes. And it's a ladies gym, which is pretty nice. The sale is over tomorrow, but I think even a non-sale price there is fairly reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;1 omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;Cookies (They didn't turn out quite right, but my co-workers seemed to enjoy them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Cookies... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back, took half hour walk while laundry was going: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.5 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPlHhOaL-nI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OaZ1LkcdyQ4/s1600-h/lily_allen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPlHhOaL-nI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OaZ1LkcdyQ4/s320/lily_allen2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258312676060953202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-3872498767206630053?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3872498767206630053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=3872498767206630053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3872498767206630053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/3872498767206630053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgifz.html' title='TGIFZ!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPlHhOaL-nI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OaZ1LkcdyQ4/s72-c/lily_allen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5904689040879104448</id><published>2008-10-16T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:30:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Blues</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting my period soon. I am SO extremely tired. I've also gained back a lot of weight, so that makes me sad. Today was carb-y, but I bought some brussels sprouts &amp; spinach, and made some chicken - so the next few days should be healthier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;Egg (1 yolk/1 white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;1 challah roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of chicken&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DESSERT": &lt;br /&gt;4 cookies&lt;br /&gt;(I was making cookies for my co-worker...I had to try them, right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to work and back, took a walk around Ditmars: 2.5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPgG1_S7woI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zvWZPhdptvs/s1600-h/pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPgG1_S7woI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zvWZPhdptvs/s320/pms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257960089548735106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5904689040879104448?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5904689040879104448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5904689040879104448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5904689040879104448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5904689040879104448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/pms-blues.html' title='PMS Blues'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPgG1_S7woI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zvWZPhdptvs/s72-c/pms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-664500285518844725</id><published>2008-10-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:54:53.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Tired. I hope I'm not getting sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;Omelette (1 yolk, 1 white) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Tuna sandwich on whole wheat bread &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;Veggies &lt;br /&gt;Sweet potato &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work and back (2 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for...debate 08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPaQzLpzVsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Dz52Fv0iBwE/s1600-h/obama_mccain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPaQzLpzVsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Dz52Fv0iBwE/s320/obama_mccain.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257548823977481922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-664500285518844725?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/664500285518844725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=664500285518844725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/664500285518844725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/664500285518844725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPaQzLpzVsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Dz52Fv0iBwE/s72-c/obama_mccain.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6249297187159430256</id><published>2008-10-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:44:46.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Day</title><content type='html'>So today I had to be at work early, deal with Long Island high schoolers (who were actually pretty lovely), and then come home, eat some celery &amp; peanut butter, and dash off to Pennsylvania to try to get Barack Obama elected! I also met my future mother-in-law, possibly! Good story for a later time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;Eggs (1 yolk, 1 white)&lt;br /&gt;Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;Celery &amp; peanut butter (I forgot my lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;Pink taffy candies (prob 4+ but they were small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;Burger King hamburger&lt;br /&gt;Medium fries&lt;br /&gt;Celerrrrry &amp; peanut butter (at home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6249297187159430256?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6249297187159430256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6249297187159430256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6249297187159430256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6249297187159430256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/wild-day.html' title='Wild Day'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4702847705212990279</id><published>2008-10-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:58:15.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was a fairly okay day, a little heavy on bread and treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I walked from Whitehall Street up to West 4th to meet Hannah at Dojo's. I ate a delicious turkey burger and salad. Hannah ordered a big pasta dish with chicken and broccoli. The thing I've always noticed about Hannah is that she stops eating when she's full. She'll often leave quite a bit on her plate. Something I've &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; noticed about Hannah is that she has a pretty great figure. I wonder if the two are related! Could it be!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start practicing leaving food on my plate. This will be very difficult for me, as I hate wasting food, and I also tend to eat every meal like it's the last one I'll ever have. When I was a kid, I had to remind myself, "Maggie, you WILL have cinnamon toast again in your life, I promise." If I have to blame this on someone, I'll blame my mom, as she tended to pack emergency food for any car trip that was going to last more than 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPQYhjcyLXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/grT8in7ZJOE/s1600-h/America_Ferrara_premiada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPQYhjcyLXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/grT8in7ZJOE/s320/America_Ferrara_premiada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256853629778931058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pc of chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 pc of whole-grain bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pcs of chicken&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT/SNACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 (!) pieces of whole grain bread&lt;br /&gt;1 package of Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my (weak) defense, I did have a terrible chocolate craving, which I tried to take down a notch by buying Twizzlers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 mile &lt;/span&gt;walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4702847705212990279?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4702847705212990279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4702847705212990279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4702847705212990279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4702847705212990279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPQYhjcyLXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/grT8in7ZJOE/s72-c/America_Ferrara_premiada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2321712545650652341</id><published>2008-10-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:44:53.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Festivities</title><content type='html'>So, for my party I was just going to write "TONS OF STUFF" or "EW" or "A MILLION COOKIES" but I actually decided to think about how much I ate and write it down, approximately. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BRUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of pita bread&lt;br /&gt;1 apple + peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Piece of chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+ glasses of wine&lt;br /&gt;2+ glasses of cider + rum&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of Jerry's wintry creation drink&lt;br /&gt;1 soy-chocolate-oatmeal cookie&lt;br /&gt;8 (?) chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of No Pudge Brownie&lt;br /&gt;Baby carrots &amp; hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not a hint of a hangover, but I do feel a little gross that I ate so much. &lt;br /&gt;A little photo of the festivities last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPKLm0WlQlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F5U1Q7WflwA/s1600-h/barmitzvah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPKLm0WlQlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F5U1Q7WflwA/s320/barmitzvah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256417214099440210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 small piece of chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of pita bread&lt;br /&gt;1 cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Small piece of chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Union Square &amp; back = approx &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 Miles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2321712545650652341?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2321712545650652341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2321712545650652341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2321712545650652341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2321712545650652341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-festivities.html' title='Post-Festivities'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SPKLm0WlQlI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F5U1Q7WflwA/s72-c/barmitzvah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6651360813795104032</id><published>2008-10-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:18:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridayz</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Yom Kippur and my break-fast included a major amount of food that I won't list here, and some wine, and some other stuff. Blech. It was delicious but I did eat a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was home, I re-read some journals, including one from sophomore year of college, in which I said something along the lines of, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I need to lose weight so badly! I'm 135 pounds. That's SO MUCH! Oh my gosh!" &lt;/span&gt;It's funny to look at that now that I'm 147 pounds. I'd just love to be 135 pounds! It's also a good wake-up call for me. For some reason, I decided that I was unbelievably, deliriously happy the first two years of college. It's good to remind myself that I had some low points (my journal makes it seem pretty dire!) and that I tend to romanticize my past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of Shredded Wheat cereal &amp; 1% milk &lt;br /&gt;1 piece of low-fat cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Protein power" thing at Starbucks, which was awesome (Grapes, cheese, peanut butter, apple slices, mini-whole-wheat bagel) &lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 pieces of pita bread&lt;br /&gt;Grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhh carby day! Tomorrow I shall eat healthfully &amp; LIGHTLY since I am planning on drinking all night long and spending loads of calories on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my goal is less along the lines of college frat party and more along the lines of Charles Bukowski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO_-NcNw4aI/AAAAAAAAAVM/avjyLVOkoVw/s1600-h/bukowski_250_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO_-NcNw4aI/AAAAAAAAAVM/avjyLVOkoVw/s320/bukowski_250_250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255698797030334882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6651360813795104032?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6651360813795104032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6651360813795104032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6651360813795104032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6651360813795104032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/fridayz.html' title='Fridayz'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO_-NcNw4aI/AAAAAAAAAVM/avjyLVOkoVw/s72-c/bukowski_250_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5734752094319344597</id><published>2008-10-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:08:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Fast</title><content type='html'>I started the day out strong, but lack of control over my afternoon/evening options left me weak of willpower. In the morning, I had my usual healthy breakfast (which DOES need some fruit/egg/yogurt added in the future) which strangely held me until about one o'clock. I wasn't hungry. It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 pm, my mom picked me up from work to come home for the High Holidays. At this point, I was hungry. She had brought me lunch, which came from a place in New Rochelle called "Poultry Time." When I was a kid, we ate Poultry Time a LOT. If you had asked me if I ate fried chicken, I would have said, "No way! Gross!" But one day it dawned on me that the chicken we got there was as fried as fried can be, even if it didn't come from Popeye's or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that it's fucking amazing chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and took a nap and later my mom made a delicious dinner that was very carb-y. Challah, pasta (delicious) and chicken and brussels sprouts. Even though I ate a lot (but slowly), my rationalization for it is that I'm not eating for most of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO1K84jINkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CwdYBNBpDuk/s1600-h/caution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO1K84jINkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CwdYBNBpDuk/s320/caution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254938750043567682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 (fried) chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challah&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/Pasta &lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip, zero, nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5734752094319344597?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5734752094319344597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5734752094319344597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5734752094319344597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5734752094319344597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-fast.html' title='Pre-Fast'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SO1K84jINkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CwdYBNBpDuk/s72-c/caution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6539186148907255907</id><published>2008-10-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:08:52.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy vey</title><content type='html'>What a strange day of eating. Last night I cooked up some yummy veggies, but then made the mistake of adding in this fake meat that Talia left in our freezer. I don't think it's actually gone bad, I just think it's gross-tasting. But I realized that too late...I brought it for lunch and ate most of it, but was still noshy, so I snacked on Amy Jo's tortilla chips. It's strange, it's like, I binge-ate Cinnamon Toast Crunch for a couple years to the point that I now don't really think about it or want it. Then again, people don't put out Cinnamon Toast Crunch at parties the way they do with chips. (Maybe I should start a trend...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hopefully burned off a couple chips when I walked from 57th Street/7th Ave to Queensboro Plaza. Then I came home and made a totally bizarre dinner. And now it's time for the debates! I've been reading "Dreams From My Father" and my crush on Obama has intensified to an almost creepy degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOwDcCJLN2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GUvEO3aI-gA/s1600-h/barack-obama-high-school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOwDcCJLN2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GUvEO3aI-gA/s320/barack-obama-high-school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578645381101410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veggie/fake meat stir fry&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla chips :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;2.5 rice cakes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;TONS of Spinach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 mile walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I lost another pound! If I trust my funky scale (which might not be the best idea). I shall weigh myself at my parent's for Yom Kippur and see what's what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6539186148907255907?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6539186148907255907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6539186148907255907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6539186148907255907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6539186148907255907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/oy-vey.html' title='Oy vey'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOwDcCJLN2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/GUvEO3aI-gA/s72-c/barack-obama-high-school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6719959288749521411</id><published>2008-10-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:36:16.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbfest 08</title><content type='html'>I still feel terribly confused about what to eat. Alice gave me the rundown on how carb-y some of my food choices are. Not that carbs are bad, ("Carbs are your friend!" says Alice, who is sitting next to me as I type this). But carrots having carbohydates? What? So confusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only type of things I used to think had carbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOqnwn9-sJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GqKlhaWorLc/s1600-h/carbohydrates_250x251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOqnwn9-sJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GqKlhaWorLc/s320/carbohydrates_250x251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196369085608082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I find out that apples, for example, are fairly high in carbs. If you have known me at all, you know that I adore green Granny Smith apples. Woe is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/veggie stir fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice cakes&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 mile walk in Astoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Katie, you got me hooked on sweet potatoes. I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6719959288749521411?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6719959288749521411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6719959288749521411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6719959288749521411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6719959288749521411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/carbfest-08.html' title='Carbfest 08'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOqnwn9-sJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GqKlhaWorLc/s72-c/carbohydrates_250x251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2758255642244414481</id><published>2008-10-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:08:50.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>I ate "meh" today and did a lil bit of exercise. Man, I really lost vigor on this - I gotta step it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lovely street fair in Brooklyn today along Atlantic Avenue, where I ate some yummy snacks. The street fair was a mile long, and then I walked from 36th Ave in Astoria to my apartment, which is also a mile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOlzDLccQ2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4491GTgUUEg/s1600-h/brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOlzDLccQ2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4491GTgUUEg/s320/brooklyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253856938753278818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/veggie stir fry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of a giant cupcake&lt;br /&gt;2 cookies from Trader Joe's&lt;br /&gt;1 small Spinach Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup beans&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/veggie stir fry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise: Walked 2 miles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2758255642244414481?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2758255642244414481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2758255642244414481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2758255642244414481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2758255642244414481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOlzDLccQ2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4491GTgUUEg/s72-c/brooklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1242876437265442629</id><published>2008-10-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:38:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Rails</title><content type='html'>I did pretty badly today, but the difference between Old Maggie and New Maggie is that I used to binge eat and then just feel guilty or decide that the next day I wouldn't eat anything (which obviously never worked). But now I just realize that I need to offset it by actually exercising and moving my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I binge-ate today but I also made myself walk from Union Square to 59th Street, which is a little more than two miles. So...there's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 Apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million slices of bread!! Help! (Realistically, probably 6-7 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup beans + sauteed mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million oreos!!! (Realistically, about 7-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked 2+ miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOhEtOLcEYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IJA_kDD0OlY/s1600-h/tinafey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOhEtOLcEYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IJA_kDD0OlY/s320/tinafey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253524509018558850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey = every girl's super-hero. I adore her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1242876437265442629?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1242876437265442629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1242876437265442629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1242876437265442629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1242876437265442629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/off-rails.html' title='Off The Rails'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOhEtOLcEYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IJA_kDD0OlY/s72-c/tinafey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-5434849256320980708</id><published>2008-10-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:56:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I really haven't been getting a lot of exercise lately, but I plan on doing some serious walking tomorrow to make up for it. I also am planning on going to yoga, and I have one more dance class at Alvin Ailey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did okay, except for snacking on some french fries that were offered to me by my co-worker. To quote "Oklahoma!", I'm just a girl who can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch early, around 11:45 or noon, so by the time 4:30 rolled around I was pretty hungry. I stopped in at this Venezuelan place that I always pass, &lt;a href="http://arepascafe.com/"&gt;Arepas Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. It always looks so enticing, but nobody is ever in there. I keep telling myself I'll go in there to both try an arepa and also to give them some business, so today was that fated day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arepas are cornmeal patties filled with meat/cheese/veggies, a Venezuelan specialty. I picked a chicken one. It was definitely yummy, but also really greasy, which I didn't care for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOaTG4Gvg1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/YCmjBSwO5RY/s1600-h/arepa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOaTG4Gvg1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/YCmjBSwO5RY/s320/arepa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253047761723425618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey-and-horseradish sandwich on whole wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;10-15 french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken arepa&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Update: &amp; Two pieces of bread (SO DANGEROUS TO HAVE THIS LOAF IN THE HOUSE!)&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I saw "Volver" tonight and I find some sort of weird, twisted solace in the fact that no matter how thin I could get or how much Spanish I could learn, I could never, ever be Penelope Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SObQLV3xHTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FJCmbzQm4c0/s1600-h/penelopecruz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SObQLV3xHTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FJCmbzQm4c0/s320/penelopecruz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253114908642450738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SObQ2Zmoo9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uUifljwnBKA/s1600-h/volver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SObQ2Zmoo9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uUifljwnBKA/s320/volver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253115648378708946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-5434849256320980708?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5434849256320980708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=5434849256320980708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5434849256320980708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/5434849256320980708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOaTG4Gvg1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/YCmjBSwO5RY/s72-c/arepa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6574136094278234351</id><published>2008-10-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:20:35.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Eats</title><content type='html'>BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Apple&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey burger (yum!) @ Dojo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some walking around the Lower East Side. I stopped in at &lt;a href="www.babeland.com"&gt;Babeland&lt;/a&gt; to check out their awesome supply of vibrators. I think when I lose a certain amount of weight, like ten pounds, I shall reward myself with a new one. Since I don't have a man in my life to provide the lovin, I am not afraid to do it myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOWb9YSLmSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SZyqKPCjn9o/s1600-h/vibrator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOWb9YSLmSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SZyqKPCjn9o/s320/vibrator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252776019190585634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty, but so expensive! ($185!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOWdTChviyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TuP-nxSYwCs/s1600-h/vibe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOWdTChviyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TuP-nxSYwCs/s320/vibe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252777490819025698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More along my budget ($48)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6574136094278234351?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6574136094278234351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6574136094278234351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6574136094278234351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6574136094278234351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheap-eats.html' title='Cheap Eats'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOWb9YSLmSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SZyqKPCjn9o/s72-c/vibrator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1523281137138590084</id><published>2008-10-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:44:30.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples (sans honey)</title><content type='html'>And we're back on track! (Sort of). Thanks for commenting, Katie, and for the good tips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey and horseradish sandwich on whole-grain bread&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey sandwich (my grandma gave me a lot of leftovers)&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two (!) pieces of bread. Oy. &lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely anything. I was supposed to take a long walk in the city, but it was raining and gross out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SORPeTkEtEI/AAAAAAAAATs/2O8HjjxbyfM/s1600-h/lindsaybeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SORPeTkEtEI/AAAAAAAAATs/2O8HjjxbyfM/s320/lindsaybeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410447487087682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a photo of Lindsay Lohan at what I consider to be her most beautiful. Red hair, full figure, excellent movies (Freaky Friday, Mean Girls, Prairie Home Companion...), a little before her dramatic weight loss, drug use, bad movies, and general dumbassness. I'm glad she's gay now because it makes her more interesting, but she's not really any smarter or classier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SORRbNvFbTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/N6RCNWx1urU/s1600-h/blonde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SORRbNvFbTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/N6RCNWx1urU/s320/blonde2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252412593406307634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it together, girl! Let your hair be red, let your skin be pale, and even put on a few more pounds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1523281137138590084?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1523281137138590084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1523281137138590084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1523281137138590084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1523281137138590084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/apples-sans-honey.html' title='Apples (sans honey)'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SORPeTkEtEI/AAAAAAAAATs/2O8HjjxbyfM/s72-c/lindsaybeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-4609581935536245306</id><published>2008-09-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:19:27.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanah Tovah!</title><content type='html'>Shanah Tovah everyone! It feels good to start a new year. Unfortunately, it's been CONSUMED with over-eating lots of luscious food. So in true new year fashion, "the diet starts tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am thinking of it differently - "taking care of my body" instead of denying myself things. So here's to eating well and exercising...tomorrow. (I am currently eating some challah - it's just too good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-4609581935536245306?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4609581935536245306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=4609581935536245306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4609581935536245306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/4609581935536245306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/shanah-tovah.html' title='Shanah Tovah!'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-134523805716655462</id><published>2008-09-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:39:04.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scales...of JUSTICE</title><content type='html'>I bought a digital scale at Bed, Bath, and Beyond for $25, but I probably should have just bought the regular scale for $10, because Alice is convinced that mine is kind of funky. (It told her she lost five pounds, then gained ten, all in one day or something). She could very well be right. I weighed myself this morning because I was bored, and it said I weighed 146 lb, but I don't know if I trust it. (Plus, I weighed myself at a different time of day than my previous "weigh-in" so that's always a bad idea). So I'm going to go ahead and say I'm 149, just to be safe. And I'll weigh myself at my parent's when I go home for the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go to a pizza party for work. I was going to restrict myself to one slice (i.e. "Girls on diets don't eat more than one slice of pizza") but I think I would just end up eating four million cookies to compensate. So I think I'm just going to tell myself: Eat slowly. Enjoy your food. Drink a lot in between bites. Don't get stressed out that all the food will be gone. 1 slice is fine, if you have two, so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: FAILURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I was AWFUL at this (wonderfully fun) party. I binged like none other, in a truly compulsive way. "There are still a few slices of pizza left," said my friend, "so don't be afraid to have seconds or thirds or fourths." So pushing any intelligence away from my brain, I went to have my third slice. And now I feel sick. It doesn't feel good to binge eat - why can't I remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOBbqH620_I/AAAAAAAAATI/ARwsj2mLA8U/s1600-h/pizzaohno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOBbqH620_I/AAAAAAAAATI/ARwsj2mLA8U/s320/pizzaohno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251297944752542706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a blog: "Eat With Dignity." I need to keep that phrase in mind. I also have to remember that I didn't gain all this weight in one day - I'm not going to lose it in one day. So I shouldn't get discouraged with slip-ups, but should keep going strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST (late, more like brunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 plum&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli &amp; sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE slices of pizza&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;2 beers&lt;br /&gt;1 root beer float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 beginner hip hop class @ Alvin Ailey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-134523805716655462?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/134523805716655462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=134523805716655462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/134523805716655462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/134523805716655462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/scalesof-justice.html' title='Scales...of JUSTICE'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SOBbqH620_I/AAAAAAAAATI/ARwsj2mLA8U/s72-c/pizzaohno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-2422450466082540141</id><published>2008-09-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:38:58.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekender</title><content type='html'>Another rainy weekend day. I spent the morning cozy in bed with the New York Times, my computer, a bowl of oatmeal, and a candle that says it's mulberry scented, but I can't vouch for that because I have no sense of smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a glorious walk to the Brooklyn Academy of Music, supposedly to see "The Big Sleep." It was a long, windy, sometimes ugly, sometimes pretty walk that culminated in me getting a bit lost and then deciding to just skip the movie and come home. By the time I backtracked, I only had ten minutes until the film started and I am very anal retentive when it comes to seeing the beginning of movies. Regardless, I walked from Queensboro Plaza in Long Island City to Fort Greene, Brooklyn in the gray mist. The walk was a little less than six miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/enron/"&gt;"Enron: The Smartest Guys In The Room"&lt;/a&gt; , which was pretty fascinating, then downed some Rum &amp; Diet Cherry Pepsi and went out on the town for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="234"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.wooloo.org/new/s3/swf/slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=7811"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.wooloo.org/new/s3/swf/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="234" flashvars="id=7811"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this post is dedicated to Aebra (I'm so happy you liked Fat Rant!), who has the kind of body I've envied since the day we met. Unfortunately, I don't see a lot of gymnastics/rugby/weight-training in my future, but if I ever somehow get a figure half as toned, fit, and beautiful as hers, I'll be happy. You're hot! Keep it up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 plum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protein bar (230 cals)&lt;br /&gt;Baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cous-cous&lt;br /&gt;1 package of brussel sprouts (See, I'm a glutton, but a &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; glutton)&lt;br /&gt;1 plum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum and Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 6 mile walk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-2422450466082540141?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2422450466082540141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=2422450466082540141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2422450466082540141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/2422450466082540141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekender.html' title='Weekender'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-1658206146355382967</id><published>2008-09-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:15:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Ah, what a rainy, glum day. Although I did have a fun day at work, and some yummy (if rushed) pizza. I made the mistake of ordering it with mushrooms. In my mind, mushroom pizza = mushrooms EMBEDDED in the pizza. Every single slice of pizza I've ordered in the borough of Queens has just canned mushrooms plopped ontop of the slice. It's not enticing. Right? Am I crazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fat Rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yUTJQIBI1oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yUTJQIBI1oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; think we have a bit of an obesity problem in the U.S. and personally I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; trying to lose weight, I'll always have a lot of love for Joy Nash. Every time I watch her video, I like it even more. There's a lot of truth in there, especially when it comes to using fatness as an excuse. Plus, she is just beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 small hunk of cheese (Note to self: BUY OWN CHEESE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of pizza&lt;br /&gt;Diet Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;2 plums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll add more later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potato (!!)&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasti-D-Lite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-1658206146355382967?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1658206146355382967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=1658206146355382967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1658206146355382967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/1658206146355382967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198473557450099788.post-6492757125417910149</id><published>2008-09-25T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:28:34.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Like A Man</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty good day for me, despite giving in to my two absolute favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Free Food&lt;br /&gt;- Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work they were having a professional development day for teachers, and my boss ordered food from Panera. Afterwards there were all these yummy baguettes left over and a couple of us went up to the break room to be scavengers. You can probably tell where this story is going. Two-ish delicious thick soft pieces of bread later, I sort of stopped myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I think I made up for it because later in the day, I walked from the U.N. (I went to a Darfur rally) up to 125th Street, and then took the bus to Astoria. That's four miles! I tried to figure out how many calories that is, but the internet made it seem pretty confusing. Anybody know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SNw3PGLewTI/AAAAAAAAATA/VblYXNmM3nM/s1600-h/chairwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SNw3PGLewTI/AAAAAAAAATA/VblYXNmM3nM/s320/chairwalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250131998103486770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I started to feel like I was getting sick (chapped lips, stuffy nose) plus I was getting noshy, so I stopped at a place called &lt;a href="http://www.healthalicious.com/"&gt;Healthalicious&lt;/a&gt; and got some matzah ball soup to go. I just finished eating it now and it was only okay. Not like my mom or grandma makes, and it wasn't particularly cheap either. But soup is soup, it usually does the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of cheese (Full disclosure: Alice, I ate a piece of your cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;Green Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know that's a really pathetic lunch, I didn't plan my day very well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matzah Ball Soup&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of work for two of my co-workers, both of whom I like very much. So I am sad about that, but happy because we are going for pizza tomorrow for a farewell lunch and I have been craving pizza for so long! So, I will report back on my exciting Friday! Au revoir, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198473557450099788-6492757125417910149?l=zaftigadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6492757125417910149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198473557450099788&amp;postID=6492757125417910149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6492757125417910149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198473557450099788/posts/default/6492757125417910149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaftigadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-like-man.html' title='Walk Like A Man'/><author><name>maggie in america</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VVRz__fBxs/SNw3PGLewTI/AAAAAAAAATA/VblYXNmM3nM/s72-c/chairwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
