<?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-1758705654346146470</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:16:55.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weight Loss Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a documented journey of my weight loss.  I have struggled with my weight for over 10 years now and recently, I hit rock bottom.  I saw a photo of me at our annual company outing and I was absolutely horrified.  I cannot believe that I let myself get THAT big!  It was literally, disgusting.  It brought me to tears.  At that point, I made a committment to myself to loose the weight and this is my story...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-4105488016492153414</id><published>2009-09-13T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:35:59.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is full of cakes and pies, so when you get tempted, don't act surprised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, here I am!  Still on the path to eating better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Boy, is it hard.  Have I said that already?  I am feeling very discouraged right now, however, there is a part of me thinking, "Why do I let food control my life? I don't let anything else control my life.  I am a strong, intelligent and independant woman."  Would it be easier to have a nicotine, drug or alcohol addiction?  I wouldn't know...my addition is food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've been doing alright.  I had a friend over today and we made dough boys...sigh.  I couldn't help myself, I had to eat a couple.  Drizzled...key word here is drizzled, with chocolate and caramel.  In the past, it would have bathed in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I find it easier to be on track while I'm at work or when Logan is home.  Everyone at work is so supportive and always asking how I'm doing and I really appreciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I still need to do my measurements.  I've been on this new eating adventure for about a month now and I feel better.  I have improved my breakfast options drastically, as well as lunch and dinner.  When Logan is home, I really stay on track so that he sees that I'm eating better and I think he has noticed.  He questioned my there were so many vegatables in the 'fridge a couple of weeks ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I sometimes wonder if I'm destined to be fat?  It's bad enough I'm so damn tall, but to be fat on top of that.  People usually do a double take.  I can't do anything about my height...I can do something about my weight...and I am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks for reading and keep coming back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-4105488016492153414?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4105488016492153414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-is-full-of-cakes-and-pies-so-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/4105488016492153414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/4105488016492153414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-is-full-of-cakes-and-pies-so-when.html' title='The World is full of cakes and pies, so when you get tempted, don&apos;t act surprised!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-2719023908327934240</id><published>2009-09-10T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:33:15.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here...</title><content type='html'>Just haven't blogged for a week!  I'll write more over the weekend...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-2719023908327934240?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2719023908327934240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/2719023908327934240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/2719023908327934240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-8282360490911916096</id><published>2009-09-01T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:32:15.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Struggle is putting it lightly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I turn to food when I am stressed. I have been very stressed at work over the past couple of weeks and I just want to grab a cupcake, cookies...anything at this point. Yeah, I know...go for a walk instead. That is not even comprehendable to me. How do you compare a nice, delicious cupcake to a walk!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the most part, I've done well. I've had my moments of weakness, I won't lie. I've had a cookie here and there. I haven't touched donuts, which is a first for me. I was at a baby shower last Friday and I had some cake....it was so fricking good! I don't think I'll ever loose the taste for that stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone at work has been so supportive. I've been eating Raisin Bran for breakfast this week, last week was Egg Beaters and sausage. Last week I ate salads for lunch, this week I'm winging it. Had yogurt for lunch today and then some Wheat Thins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When does this get easier? How pathetic to have something like food control every aspect of my life. I can take over control...it's just so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend at work left a book on my desk today...Skinny Bitch. I'll start reading that tonight. Thanks Tammie! I need all the inspiration I can get at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just glad I'm not alone in my struggle. At work, we compare our struggles with each other and offer support. I just wish they were home with me at night and on the weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm having an off day today...just really tired and annoyed that I let work control my emotions today. I didn't grab any junk...yet anyway. I don't have any at home to eat and it's driving me nuts right now, that's a good thing though because I do not have the self-control tonight if I did have junk here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-8282360490911916096?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8282360490911916096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/8282360490911916096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/8282360490911916096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-7491633675647615182</id><published>2009-08-24T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:09:43.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So it continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am...a week into the new eating habits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been doing well. I had some moments of weakness over the weekend...had ice cream with Logan Saturday night...something else but I can't remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, I prepared my egg beaters for the week for breakfast. I also prepped my lunches for the week. Salad with chicken, cheese, cukes, and green peppers. I did pretty good today. Had a yogurt for my morning snack and a Special K bar for an afternoon snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I had NO Crystal Light today. That is mostly due to me being so incredibly busy at work today, I honestly didn't even think about it. I automatically went to a Diet Pepsi for lunch, (which I haven't done for a week) without even thinking!! That bothered me, but didn't didn't have the time to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had some Chop Suey tonight with hamburger, green peppers and onions. Probably not the best thing to eat, but I am on a tight budget this week and it's cheap and I can get at least 3 meals from it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went swimming over the weekend with Logan. That was my first time this year, so that was some good exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still need to take my measurements! I keep forgetting about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully I will be joining Weight Watchers soon at work with a bunch of co-workers and keep this weight loss thing going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-7491633675647615182?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7491633675647615182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-it-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/7491633675647615182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/7491633675647615182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-it-continues.html' title='So it continues...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-1999169033985643708</id><published>2009-08-19T20:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:48:03.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Sugar Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am at the end of day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today wasn't too bad. Sugar and I were at war! Mid morning I had the craving for sugar...I tried to ignore it...I just couldn't! I wanted to grab the first thing I saw with sugar! Instead, I went to see Cindy in her office and she offered me 3 Jolly Ranchers...Hot Cinnamon or Cinnamon Rush...I don't recall! It worked!!!! As a side note, these work really well as a laxative too! I don't know what is in those, but I had a rough afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found myself hungry after lunch, (I had a turkery sandwich). So, around 2:30 I inhaled 2 Special K bars...I don't recall chewing them! It worked. At that point, the "old" me would have gone to the vending machine for a candy bar, skittles, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 4:00, Sally brought a yogurt to my desk, which was very thoughtful! I think she's mind reader because I was starting to get hungry again! Thanks Sally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I wasn't as hungry today. I had egg beaters and sausage links for breakfast and yes, it was deeeeeeeeeeeelicious! For lunch was the turkey sandwich and for dinner, I had a Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad at McDonald's while Logan had his cheeseburger happy meal. I had protein with all my meals...thanks for that advice Jan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone at work as been so supportive and it's great! They won't be with me this weekend...I only hope I make the right decisions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I cheat today? Did I go off track? Yes...and that's ok! I took a couple of bites of Logan's cheeseburger! I didn't have any fries though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I drank almost 60oz of water and only had 2/20oz Diet Pepsi, one in the AM and one with dinner tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not bad overall! We'll see how Day 3 goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-1999169033985643708?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1999169033985643708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-sugar-shock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/1999169033985643708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/1999169033985643708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-sugar-shock.html' title='Day 2 - Sugar Shock'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-8254920775103434817</id><published>2009-08-18T18:11:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:32:36.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - So it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today wasn't so bad! I ate better today than I have in awhile! I had a banana and salad for lunch. I wasn't craving the "bad foods".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing that seemed to follow me was a slight headache and the constant feeling of being hungry! I was so hungry this afternoon, which is telling me I didn't do something right today, so I need to re-evalulate what I did. Hungry as in the paper on my desk was starting to look really good! I went to Hannaford after work and picked up some snacks, which I didn't have today, so that should solve it! I only drank 1/20oz bottle of Diet Pepsi---I usually suck down 2 at work! I drank water, well, Crystal Light all day, 40oz total. I was peeing a lot and it wasn't yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here are the dreaded pictures that prompted me to start this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371431527761129362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sosog_OJL5I/AAAAAAAAABI/ujGR_inNWNY/s400/Me2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is NOT the picture that led me to cry. I also want to mention that even publishing these photos is EXTREMELY embarrasing. I am mortifed that I am doing it, however, this is my road to weight loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the photo that sent me into shock, it is below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371432128074875602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/SospD7kGAtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gD2ObtMpWeU/s400/Me.JPG" /&gt;Yes, I am the one in red, towering over everyone, with the fat ass. I was MORTIFIED!!! I had no idea that's how I looked from behind. It is truly disgusting! I can't help my height, however, I can do something about my weight. I will admit, my jeans are just too big, and I figure if I had a tighter pair on, I would have EASILY looked 100lbs lighter...LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I almost deleted these photos from the blog...I had to talk myself out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My plan for tomorrow is to get up and walk in the AM before it gets hot. I just made my egg beaters for breakfast for the rest of the week. I am armed with my healthy snacks to curb hunger in the afternoon. Another salad for lunch! I am surprised that my body didn't reject the salad I ate today. I probably put it into shock eating roughage!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am going to the farmers market this weekend with a friend from work and I plan to pick up lots of fruits and vegatables. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again...not as hard as I thought...but I am only on Day 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/SosoVDujTQI/AAAAAAAAABA/OSt6mKJlE6c/s1600-h/Me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-8254920775103434817?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8254920775103434817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/8254920775103434817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/8254920775103434817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-so-it-begins.html' title='Day 2 - So it begins...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sosog_OJL5I/AAAAAAAAABI/ujGR_inNWNY/s72-c/Me2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758705654346146470.post-623334987202106901</id><published>2009-08-17T19:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:01:16.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - The Revelation</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to take a gander of the pictures that were taken of the annual company outing from last week. As I perused them, I came across the most horrific, dreadful, disgusting sight...my...fat...ass! I couldn't believe how big I let myself get! It literally brought me to tears. I was so upset. I literally hit rock bottom today. In a way, I am happy I saw the pictures, (and I'll post them here tomorrow). It really brought me to my senses. I am so glad to have some very supportive friends at work that I cried to, (Thanks Missie, Tammie and Cindy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to create this blog to track my progress. I am going to take before pictures, as well as measurements. I'll be sharing my frustrating, triumps, downfalls, etc here. Food is my comfort. I eat when I'm bored, stressed, happy, sad, mad, lonely. I turn to food for every emotion and it scares the hell out of me with the realization of, what am I going to turn to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of it is mental and I need to re-program my thoughts to more positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to start exercising, eating better, etc and I'll try to share my days, well...daily! I am going to start walking on my lunch breaks tomorrow! I am actually excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758705654346146470-623334987202106901?l=tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/feeds/623334987202106901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-revelation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/623334987202106901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758705654346146470/posts/default/623334987202106901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffiastruggle.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-revelation.html' title='Day 1 - The Revelation'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273939767367328467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMQnxZ1L0Y8/Sonvhkv0cLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YI8v5r-X9qA/S220/100_0945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
