<?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-8192166450303547224</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:38:06.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Morbid Obesity!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-854876187639780404</id><published>2009-03-20T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:56:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good</title><content type='html'>Things were not hectic today, they were not crazy, but I ate like a mad woman.  Seriously no excuse for my behavior today.  But thank GOD it is spring break and I have got to do some serious soul searching.  The scale has hit an unnacceptable level.  If someone could find the common sense hammer and beat me over the head I would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sick of people who say "you don't look like you have gained weight." Yeah...well the scale don't lie and either do my jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marathon is coming up and if I don't get a move on it I am going to be crapping out at mile 20.  GRRRR...pissed off at myself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-854876187639780404?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/854876187639780404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=854876187639780404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/854876187639780404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/854876187639780404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-so-good.html' title='Not so good'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-2203379780230096839</id><published>2009-03-18T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:01:37.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty well on the food front.  I think I have finally found the situation that will work when I am at school.  We will have to see.  I am sure I look like a pregnant woman (NO I AM NOT PREGO!!!) when I am sitting there eating my cheese sandwiches with pickles!  Told you I sounded like a pregnant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just played in the staff vs. Mr. RHS contestents volleyball game and didn't do half bad.  My arms are now bruised up from the volleyball but I had fun.  My outfit wasn't as good as it was for the basketball game that we played last month, but it was still a spectacle.  I will have to post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had best get to bed...just checking in to stay honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2203379780230096839?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2203379780230096839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2203379780230096839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2203379780230096839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2203379780230096839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-have-been-going-pretty-well-on.html' title=''/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-994686836681809065</id><published>2009-03-15T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:26:25.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have posted on the blog, basically because my life has been in such turmoil that there was no time, no motivation, and no reason to bog everyone else down in my living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things are much better now and I am back on track.  Over the last week I have managed to get my food under control, though the sweets are still calling my name.  I was never a huge sweets eater prior to surgery, but something changed when I had my tummy tuck.  Now I can't get enough of them.  It is amazing how quickly the old habits coming rushing back.  Though I guess there is no reason for them to not do so.  After all, I lived those habits for 20+ years and only have developed the new habits over the last year!  Time wins!  But I am back to counting and tracking all of my calories and working out like a fiend.  So far this week I have done 2 days of 10+ miles and 2 days of 6 miles.  Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Eugene Marathon coming up on May 3 and I am desperately trying to train for that.  I think that I will be alright as long as I make time for myself.  This has been the biggest problem over the last several months.  Everything and everyone seemed to take priority over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I are also training for some major hikes this summer.  There are three that we are planning on doing:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hiking the South Sister Mountain&lt;br /&gt;2. Hiking the 2.5 mile hike from Sunrise Lodge to the Summit of Mt. Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;3.  A 66 mile hike somewhere near Central Oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the three major hikes that we will be doing, though to train we will be doing several other minor hikes throughout the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am really going to try to make the effort to come back here more often.  I miss the inspiration that I get from everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-994686836681809065?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/994686836681809065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=994686836681809065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/994686836681809065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/994686836681809065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-8021271720707364033</id><published>2008-10-29T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:02:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need motivation</title><content type='html'>I am struggling big time.  I have no time and no motivation.  I am working on my second straight 20 hour day, I am eating like shit, and I can't manage to find the time to workout.  My weight is fluctuating 6 pounds or so a week.  I can't seem to get below 150 and stay there.  I have NO will power right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to start blogging here everyday and keeping myself accountable.  However, I seriously don't have time.  I am choosing to type here at 10:52 pm instead of either going to bed or finishing the test recovery packet that I need to have done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today I have gotten up at 4AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work at 4:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a student notes packet&lt;br /&gt;Made 1000+ copies of all of the packets&lt;br /&gt;Taught all day&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 different meetins during my prep period&lt;br /&gt;Scarfed down my lunch at 9:00AM because I give up my lunch to help students&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 meetings after school&lt;br /&gt;Came home and graded 100+ tests&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a test revision&lt;br /&gt;Ate way too much fucking food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I still need to put contact paper on 30 sheets of paper&lt;br /&gt;Write a test recovery packet&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah...try to get some damn sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep doing this.  Something has to give and right now it has been exercise and proper eating.  I just grab candy to keep me going all day.  Yeah...1 year of no junk food and now I am eating like I did before surgery.  I know that I have to stop, but I am not certain how I am going to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some big decisions to make and some prioritizing to do.  And I desperately need to train.  I have a half marathon in 1 month!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8021271720707364033?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8021271720707364033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8021271720707364033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8021271720707364033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8021271720707364033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-motivation.html' title='I need motivation'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-7297897069068340882</id><published>2008-10-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:25:22.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be mean</title><content type='html'>So just as I start to get back in the swing of things...my mother-in-law dies.  It has been a terrible ordeal for the last 2 weeks but the outlook of getting back on track seems to be getting closer.  I have lost a few of my "found" pounds but the result of the last couple of weeks have derailed the process a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing to run and exercise and that helps a bit.  I took another bereavement day today in order to catch my breath and get caught up at work.  Then hopefully tomorrow I will be back to some sense of normalcy.  We will see though.  When it rains...it pours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7297897069068340882?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7297897069068340882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7297897069068340882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7297897069068340882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7297897069068340882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-can-be-mean.html' title='Life can be mean'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1938246098477285037</id><published>2008-09-21T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:21:19.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOOOOOO close</title><content type='html'>1 hour 0 minutes and 58 seconds.  And I am so damn proud.  My first race back and  I beat my PR by 20 minutes!!!!  It was not as downhill as they claimed however!  There were some significant inclines at the beginning of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another good note...I lost 3 pounds this week and am thankfully below that dreaded 150 pound mark that I had hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thouroughly exhausted however and am going to sleep so that I can get up EARLY in the morning and get to work to grade projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1938246098477285037?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1938246098477285037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1938246098477285037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1938246098477285037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1938246098477285037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/09/soooooooo-close.html' title='SOOOOOOOO close'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-5688248888282839004</id><published>2008-09-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:24:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...I'm back</title><content type='html'>I think I am doing better now.  Pretty much off the meds and feeling more like myself.  I am back posting on LBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got a fill yesterday so that should help with being hungry all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for running... I have my first race tomorrow.  It is a 10K that is pretty much all downhill so I am really hoping to run it in under 1 hour.  I have been at the gym (or run) everyday this week except once and several of those days I burned over 750 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5688248888282839004?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5688248888282839004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5688248888282839004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5688248888282839004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5688248888282839004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/09/okayim-back.html' title='Okay...I&apos;m back'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4862947263235379421</id><published>2008-09-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:31:42.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meds suck</title><content type='html'>Okay...not blogging because this medicine is making me not give a shit about anything.  Yes...I am trying to get off of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School did start and so far...I LOVE MY CLASSES.  It is really the only thing I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I am going to bed at 7:30 because I just don't care to do anything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4862947263235379421?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4862947263235379421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4862947263235379421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4862947263235379421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4862947263235379421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/09/meds-suck.html' title='Meds suck'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-2108956514867468829</id><published>2008-08-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:11:36.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture...Day 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am supposed to be working with a bunch of highly intelligent adults that are specifically charged with educating our youth. So tell me WHY they would ask these questions during our training on the new phone system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. It says to answer the phone that you can press the speaker button. What if I don't want everyone to hear my conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Uhhhhhh...pick up the phone receiver. WHAT AN IDIOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. SInce our laptops internet connection plugs into our phone does that mean that we still have to charge them with the plug in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes. The phone line does not charge your lap top. That requires electricity.WHAT AN IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what makes this worse is that it was asked by 2 fellow science teachers. No wonder our country scores so poorly on science testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...we will be here all week folks.  Tune in for Karri's daily update on the worst week of school.  Damn I miss the kids.  They are the fun part of the job...most of the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2108956514867468829?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2108956514867468829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2108956514867468829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2108956514867468829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2108956514867468829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/tortureday-2.html' title='Torture...Day 2'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-3018041386407731582</id><published>2008-08-25T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:02:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE IT STOP!</title><content type='html'>So this has NOTHING to do with weightloss, weight gain, lap band or running.  So what do I want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEETINGS!!!!  When I signed on to be a teacher I apparently failed to realize the amount of MEETINGS that I would have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was on agenda today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Breakfast of champions&lt;br /&gt;    a.  Bagels (can't eat)&lt;br /&gt;    b.  Muffins (can't and won't eat)&lt;br /&gt;    c.  Doughnuts (haven't had one in over a year and not starting now!)&lt;br /&gt;    d.  Bananas (healty but I can't eat them)&lt;br /&gt;    e.  yogurt (thank goodness finally something that I can eat...though it doesn't keep you full very long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rock, Paper, Scissors game.  Sorry folks I can't make this stuff up... We played 2 different versions of this game for 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Introduction and welcome from administrative staff....At least I got a nap.  Damn...missed out on buzz word bingo this year.  Though if I had to guess I would say that COMMUNICATION, LISTENING AND COMMUNITY would have been the big three.  But I didn't keep track considering that I was looking at the NEW standards that Oregon put out.  Yippeee...I just got the old ones perfectly integrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lunch - Healthier (salad, BBQ chicken, baked beans, potato salad).  C'mon I didn't say &lt;u&gt;UBER &lt;/u&gt;healthy...I just said healt&lt;strong&gt;ier&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A recognition of those that have earned a degree in the last year....ummmm good for you, but what about those of us that ALREADY have master's degrees.  Guess I graduated in the wrong year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  INSURANCE PRESENTATION!!!!!  SNORE!  Boy we have SHITTY insurance this year.  It sucks for those of us that don't go to the doctor very often.  We get hit with HUGE deductibles and copayments.  I won't start on how much I HATE our union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Are you ready for the most exciting part of the day!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A 2.5 hour presentation on Sexual Harrassment Prevention.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that was my day.  7 AM to 3 PM!  Why is it that I teach again????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3018041386407731582?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3018041386407731582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3018041386407731582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3018041386407731582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3018041386407731582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-it-stop.html' title='MAKE IT STOP!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6921195699462054414</id><published>2008-08-21T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:35:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effexor Sucks</title><content type='html'>Turns out my food problems ARE a reaction to the Effexor that I am on. Seems that it can cause people to become alcoholics or carboholics. Really I am not making this up. How cruel is it that a bariatric patient is given a medicine that has a side effect that makes them crave sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are no ordinary cravings though. I know how a recovering alcoholic must feel. Last night I ate sugar right out of the bag because the cravings were so bad that I had the shakes, the sweats, and did everything in my power not to throw up. 2 spoonfuls of sugar and BAM...they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking back to the last time I was on this medication I realized these were the same symptoms I had before...I just didn't know it was the meds because I had such poor eating habits anyways! I just thought I was eating 5 candy bars a day because I was a fat slob. Turns out a lot of it is my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after speaking with the doc on the phone today I am going in tomorrow morning so that we can discuss where we go from here. Seriously...I would rather be throwing turkey sausages across the room than go through what I have been going through the last couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6921195699462054414?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6921195699462054414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6921195699462054414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6921195699462054414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6921195699462054414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/effexor-sucks.html' title='Effexor Sucks'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-5482163532769660919</id><published>2008-08-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:04:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food = Enemy</title><content type='html'>I think my meds are screwing me up.  Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am always starving even when I am full to the point that it hurts to eat any more.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am craving sweets and I am not a sweet eater.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My band is tighter than it ever has been and I am still constantly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I attribute this to my anti-depressant/anxiety meds.  Well because this is exactly how I felt during the year before I got banded when I was on it.  During that year I packed on a HELL of a lot of pounds and I refuse to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to play a game though.  I will be working 2 jobs for the first trimester of school (teaching at the high school and at a local university) so I will not have the time or the energy to be obssessed about the calories like I was. So I don't think that I can just go off the meds.  But on the other hand I can live with those feelings while I CANNOT live with gaining weight.  I have worked too damn hard to go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor's appt on Friday to discuss this with her.  My PCP is fantastic so I have little doubt that she will help me make an informed decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now that I just have to make sure that I don't eat everything in the house and then start on the exterior.  Thank goodness I do have the band.  At least the pain and the fear of hurting my band is preventing a lot of overeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...does climbing up and down a ladder a minimum of 128 times at school count as taking "it easy on the exercise for the next 2 weeks"?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5482163532769660919?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5482163532769660919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5482163532769660919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5482163532769660919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5482163532769660919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-enemy.html' title='Food = Enemy'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-1030139079524720786</id><published>2008-08-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:06:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Okay...I have got to get back into the groove with food.  Things are spiraling out of control.  Since gaining the 4-5 pounds after surgery I have been able to maintain but I am fighting huge battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to what worked.  I cooked meals that will work for breakfast and lunch for the next week.  Same foods that I ate when losing.  I have to go back to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quiche, chili and chicken meatloaf here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found new recipes for us to try for dinner that are healthy and reasonable.  I have been eating "soft" foods that are just ignoring the fill in my band.  I am eating too many carbs (which I don't need when I am not running!) and not enough of the proteins.  It is funny how you can forget...protein, veggies then carbs...even though you have been eating just that way for a year.  Funny how making me calorie binge after surgery can erase those memories so stinking fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I plan on reGAINING those memories and LOSING these freaking 5 pounds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1030139079524720786?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1030139079524720786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1030139079524720786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1030139079524720786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1030139079524720786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooking-frenzy.html' title='Cooking Frenzy'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-7439107591503405896</id><published>2008-08-13T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:41:15.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission Granted</title><content type='html'>PS gave me permission to run in the all of the races as long as I promised not to run more than 1 mile per day and no more than 3 times per week for the next two weeks.  I can SOOOO hold off running if it means that I can run in three races in the next year.  SOOOOO excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7439107591503405896?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7439107591503405896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7439107591503405896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7439107591503405896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7439107591503405896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/permission-granted.html' title='Permission Granted'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4797188385117301481</id><published>2008-08-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:08:18.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Run or Not to Run</title><content type='html'>So I made the HUGE a$$ mistake of looking at the Portland and Seattle marathon webpages last night.  They are a reasonable distance out to participate in some aspect of the running weekend, but close enough that I would have to push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland - 5 miler: October 5&lt;br /&gt;Seattle - Half-marathon: November 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....can I do it?  Do I want to push myself that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers in order: I don't know and HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I  buttered up DH when I asked what he though.  He feels confident that I would be ok for the Portland 5 miler but is not so down with the half marathon in Nov.  He said he would support it if I got permission from my PS.  So I have an appt today with her and I will be begging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bandiversary was August 9 and what did I do to celebrate??? I ran a 5K with a not to shabby time of 34:32.  Not my fastest...not my slowest, but I felt freaking fantastic.  I was a little sore that night but I don't know if it was from the running or the painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I will update you on the decision to run when I get back from my appt.  Right now I am off to run 2 miles.  That is the limit that has been placed on me by DH.  He wasn't so happy with the 5K that I ran.  He is so afraid that I am going to push myself too hard.  Probably a good thing I have him around or I would already be in the throws of marathon training.  He keeps me thinking straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4797188385117301481?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4797188385117301481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4797188385117301481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4797188385117301481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4797188385117301481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-run-or-not-to-run.html' title='To Run or Not to Run'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4922985004557864908</id><published>2008-08-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:31:22.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' home</title><content type='html'>Well my former home.  I am headed up to see my bro this weekend.  He said he took today and tomorrow off from work so that we could spend time together.  &lt;strong&gt;Translation: Get up here so that you can help me paint my garage and fence.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chat Monday night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4922985004557864908?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4922985004557864908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4922985004557864908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4922985004557864908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4922985004557864908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/goin-home.html' title='Goin&apos; home'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-7304799219233533431</id><published>2008-08-03T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:14.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month Post-op</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc7grD1NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Gvs8Xlqtwq0/s1600-h/Before+belly+pics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230470194689987794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc7grD1NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Gvs8Xlqtwq0/s400/Before+belly+pics.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc75IU4LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_8ZQHiA6Ns0/s1600-h/1+month+5+day+compare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230470201255190706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc75IU4LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_8ZQHiA6Ns0/s400/1+month+5+day+compare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc70KyfLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UAF8SwuND_Q/s1600-h/1+month+post+op.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230470199923342514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc70KyfLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UAF8SwuND_Q/s400/1+month+post+op.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc8AzTHqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D6mW4kWnC1Y/s1600-h/1+month+post+op+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230470203314478754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc8AzTHqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D6mW4kWnC1Y/s400/1+month+post+op+close+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc8LZQJpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4bwq54vN0QE/s1600-h/1+month+post+op+side+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230470206158022290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc8LZQJpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4bwq54vN0QE/s400/1+month+post+op+side+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7304799219233533431?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7304799219233533431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7304799219233533431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7304799219233533431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7304799219233533431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-month-post-op.html' title='1 Month Post-op'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJZc7grD1NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Gvs8Xlqtwq0/s72-c/Before+belly+pics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-3368819319589683777</id><published>2008-08-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPLOYMENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....He got the job. I know some of you wanted to see a picture of DH...so here is my newly employed hubby! It is not a great picture but it will do. I also put one of our wedding pictures up here that is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJOpr-4zvII/AAAAAAAAAGk/EKh33XXxVo8/s1600-h/Wedding+Pictures+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229710165388016770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJOpr-4zvII/AAAAAAAAAGk/EKh33XXxVo8/s400/Wedding+Pictures+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJOprudWq_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/s-c1oFkBQMw/s1600-h/Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229710160977898482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJOprudWq_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/s-c1oFkBQMw/s400/Lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3368819319589683777?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3368819319589683777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3368819319589683777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3368819319589683777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3368819319589683777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/08/employment.html' title='EMPLOYMENT!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SJOpr-4zvII/AAAAAAAAAGk/EKh33XXxVo8/s72-c/Wedding+Pictures+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1479789092988024423</id><published>2008-07-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:56:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Walker!</title><content type='html'>15:30 min/mil...yes that is a far cry from my 10:30 before surgery...but we are getting close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...got a date.  AUGUST 7!  That is when I can start running.  Of course I am supposed to take it slowly...but I get to run. I had to really resist the urge to run tonight since I was walking on my own.  However, I was a good girl and only walked.  It was nice to finally sweat a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I think DH got the job.  He actually had 2 interviews today but we should know about the one tomorrow.  Sounds very likely.  The guy he interviewed just had to clear it with his boss and then will call DH with the start date tomorrow.  PLEASE OH PLEASE!!!!  If he gets this job I get the girls done sooner!!! It will still be at least a year but it is better than the 2 that I am expecting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1479789092988024423?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1479789092988024423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1479789092988024423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1479789092988024423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1479789092988024423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/speed-walker.html' title='Speed Walker!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4500010790424255856</id><published>2008-07-31T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:33:25.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a fill!</title><content type='html'>So I can't really report too much on the fill because I have been on liquids for the last 2 days.  For the first time in a long time though it was not painful.  Due to the TT, the scar tissue that was sitting on top of the port was moved and we got the needle in on the first try!  YEAH.  The last time I had to get an unfill we bent a needle.  Yes that was VERY painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 1cc because 1.4cc was too much.  Mine are done under fluoro and we could see how slowly the barium was going through.  Besides I told her she HAD to be conservative because my fills seem to tighten up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do seem to not be as hungry though.  For the last couple of weeks I have been waking up in the middle of the night and in the morning absolutely STARVING.  So far that has not happened since the fill.  I have breakfast in front of me right now and I seem to be getting satisfied on 1 turkey sausage and 1 fried egg.  Hopefully this is a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully be posting pictures this weekend.  Everyone keep their fingers crossed as DH has a job interview again today.  We REALLY need him to get this job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4500010790424255856?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4500010790424255856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4500010790424255856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4500010790424255856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4500010790424255856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-fill.html' title='Got a fill!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-3183839404465844846</id><published>2008-07-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:43:37.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' a fill!</title><content type='html'>My doc was able to move up my fill date to Tuesday!!  Thank goodness.  The scale is moving in an unkind direction.  I am starving constantly and I am freaking out!  I have been unfilled for over 3 months and it is starting to wear on me.  I paid 17000$ for this tool...I guess I should use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3183839404465844846?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3183839404465844846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3183839404465844846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3183839404465844846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3183839404465844846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/gettin-fill.html' title='Gettin&apos; a fill!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-2283021501029783402</id><published>2008-07-25T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:23:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Webster's Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Main Entry:&lt;br /&gt;in·som·nia &lt;a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="insomnia')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\in-ˈsäm-nē-ə\&lt;br /&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Latin, from insomnis sleepless, from in- + somnus sleep — more at &lt;a class="lookup" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/somnolent"&gt;somnolent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;circa 1623&lt;br /&gt;: prolonged and usually abnormal inability to obtain adequate sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yep...that's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2283021501029783402?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2283021501029783402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2283021501029783402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2283021501029783402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2283021501029783402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/according-to-websters-dictionary.html' title='According to Webster&apos;s Dictionary'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-8941830280043581702</id><published>2008-07-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:30:09.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Faster!</title><content type='html'>I walked 3.25 miles tonight and did it under an hour!  Much faster than the last walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloating/swelling is HORRIBLE today.  I have been on carbs for 2 days and I look like I swallowed a freaking watermelon.  So PS said to go back to low carb...already had!  According to the scale I am up 7 pounds. Yeah...I am a little freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, doc wants me to come back in next Wed and we will discuss getting me back to running.  Best stinking news I have heard in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we are going to WA for my dad's birthday since I got permission to travel.  We were going to leave Friday but there is a get together at a fellow teacher's house on Saturday so we are going on Sunday instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8941830280043581702?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8941830280043581702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8941830280043581702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8941830280043581702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8941830280043581702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-faster.html' title='Getting Faster!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-7395503150281742344</id><published>2008-07-22T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:01:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>So I don't live in a cabin and my temperature is 98.6 degrees, but I am going crazy.  I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of being in this area.  I need to get out.  I have a doc appt tomorrow and then I am going to try and get permission to travel for a bit.  I am going stark raving MAD.  I want to get in the car and drive until I can't see the crappy brown of this god foresaken area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7395503150281742344?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7395503150281742344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7395503150281742344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7395503150281742344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7395503150281742344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-2248484040289390345</id><published>2008-07-20T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:09:26.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 miles!</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!! I walked three miles tonight.  I felt great.  Though I have to say when you start getting tired, it hits you quite quickly.  We were at about 2.5 miles and I felt a wee bit tired and then ...BAM...all of a sudden I felt like I was going to need to take a nap right there on the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to post.  I did go to Goodwill today in an attempt to start filling my closet.  Though I made a BIG mistake and didn't take my binder with me.  NOT a good idea.  We are going to a few stores tomorrow to see what is happening in the clearance sales and I WILL be wearing my binder except when I am actually trying on the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still leaking.  Have an appt with the doc tomorrow to check the incisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2248484040289390345?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2248484040289390345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2248484040289390345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2248484040289390345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2248484040289390345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-miles.html' title='3 miles!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-8972952626628383081</id><published>2008-07-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprung a leak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SIAApsxwUeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ANvajAz5V_E/s1600-h/leak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224176284144259554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SIAApsxwUeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ANvajAz5V_E/s400/leak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I sat down to eat my breakfast this morning...this is the sight that greeted me on my t-shirt.  At first I thought I had spilled something on me when I was making breakfast but after further investigation I realized that I was leaking out of my incision.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the doctor we go.  On the way there I leaked through three gauze pads, my underwear, and another t-shirt.  *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS said it was alright and not all that uncommon.  She said even though the drains were low when she took them out that I may have needed them longer.  She said she would rather have the liquid coming out than staying in.  So in order to protect my clothes I am wearing a feminine pad across my belly.  Talk about sexy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also didn't like the way my binder was fitting so she is ordering me a new one.  All part of the cost!  So I should be getting a binder that is a little longer so that it can cover the entire belly.  She is having it sent fed ex to us so we should get it tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that all is well.  I went back to lower carb today because when I woke up this morning my face was all swollen.  I realized that I was eating a lot of carbs lately because they are easy.  However, they are causing some issues and I think contributing to my swelling.  So for the next few days I am going to eat high protein and low carb.  Yes I ran it by the doc and she said she doesn't care as long as I get my calories and my protein.  Well I think low carb qualifies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8972952626628383081?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8972952626628383081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8972952626628383081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8972952626628383081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8972952626628383081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/sprung-leak.html' title='Sprung a leak'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SIAApsxwUeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ANvajAz5V_E/s72-c/leak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4889851820334238668</id><published>2008-07-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery pics!</title><content type='html'>My plastic surgeon just sent my pictures from surgery. She thinks it is kind of strange that I am posting them on my blog...but I think it is cool. After all...my dream job was a forensic pathologist. I just couldn't bear to go to medical school for 15 years to work on dead people. Okay I am rambling because the last picture is a little disturbing and I don't know how to disguise it. So I want to make sure that it doesn't just show up on everyones computer screen. The last picture is of the skin that they removed. I don't think it is gross...but if you have a squeamish stomach...you might not want to scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7Dzmp5inI/AAAAAAAAAF8/htt2cA6IUM8/s1600-h/me+in+surgery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827909113383538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7Dzmp5inI/AAAAAAAAAF8/htt2cA6IUM8/s400/me+in+surgery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7Dz3eIbSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2jYnjusc_-Q/s1600-h/surgery+pics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827913627430178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7Dz3eIbSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2jYnjusc_-Q/s400/surgery+pics.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7D0LNYUCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4AE4ewxZ6UI/s1600-h/skin+pictures.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827918925877282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7D0LNYUCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4AE4ewxZ6UI/s400/skin+pictures.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4889851820334238668?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4889851820334238668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4889851820334238668' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4889851820334238668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4889851820334238668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-pics.html' title='Surgery pics!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH7Dzmp5inI/AAAAAAAAAF8/htt2cA6IUM8/s72-c/me+in+surgery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1815909833385852674</id><published>2008-07-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...exercise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH1ekWsy0iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mpyWJsWP76Q/s1600-h/july+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223435121481404962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH1ekWsy0iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mpyWJsWP76Q/s400/july+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my nike+ system doesn't give you a congratulations on "your slowest mile yet" but I don't care. I still did a mile! A little over actually. So much for my 10:30 min/mile though. This was agonizingly slow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really wish that my tummy tuck had hurt more. Then I wouldn't be so anxious to get back out there and exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1815909833385852674?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1815909833385852674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1815909833385852674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1815909833385852674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1815909833385852674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeahexercise.html' title='Yeah...exercise!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SH1ekWsy0iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mpyWJsWP76Q/s72-c/july+15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-2568310463549554923</id><published>2008-07-15T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:00:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Vs. Angel</title><content type='html'>Okay stepped on the scale again today and what do you know...the 2 pounds I "gained" during my doctor prescribed calorie fest are gone. Looks like it was swelling related. NOT good for the brain. Now I have that little angel/devil thing going on in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil - "You ate all that food and didn't gain any weight. You never let yourself go hungry. If you were hungry you just ate and NOTHING happend. Just keep doing that and you will be fine. Not one thing was measured and the world didn't crash"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel - "Yeah you ate the food cause you were a week out of surgery and all those calories were needed to HEAL. You aren't going to be healing forever so you had better just get your a$$ back to the way things are supposed to be, get a fill, and deal with the hunger. You have done this for the last 11 months...why would you even think of straying now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! Make the voices stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2568310463549554923?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2568310463549554923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2568310463549554923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2568310463549554923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2568310463549554923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/devil-vs-angel.html' title='Devil Vs. Angel'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3478392853775907651</id><published>2008-07-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>No kidding...Last night I was sooooooo freaking tired that I actually fell asleep within a half hour of laying down. I was finally drifting off into lala land when at 4:15AM the street sweeper comes rolling down our block. Only I think they were actually scrubbing the street. The damn thing went by 3 times making the LOUDEST noise possible. Naturally I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay an hour later I finally drift back to sleep. Then not 15 minutes later the garbage truck is picking up the dumpster across the street. Can it be done quietly?!?! HELL NO! Clang, bang, scrape. AGGGHHHHH Can't I just get some freaking sleep?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note here is my new running tank. In this picture there are no binders, no undergarments, nothing...just my bare belly and my shirt. Pretty freaking amazing even to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHzXSjCodvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mvLqw2FJyHU/s1600-h/running+outfit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223286381486831346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHzXSjCodvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mvLqw2FJyHU/s400/running+outfit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHzXSjCodvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mvLqw2FJyHU/s1600-h/running+outfit.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3478392853775907651?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3478392853775907651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3478392853775907651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3478392853775907651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3478392853775907651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHzXSjCodvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mvLqw2FJyHU/s72-c/running+outfit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4789274498471071660</id><published>2008-07-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:15.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHuwnN0-ZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/O4k0ZmHmr9I/s1600-h/Race+photos.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the address for the race pictures from the half-marathon. &lt;a href="http://www.finishshots.com/racerresults3.php?raceid=552&amp;amp;bibnumber=4640"&gt;http://www.finishshots.com/racerresults3.php?raceid=552&amp;amp;bibnumber=4640&lt;/a&gt; Can't tell if I look constipated or in agonizing pain in the first one. I will tell you it is pain, but you wouldnt' be able to tell from the picture alone. I tried to paste the pictures in but they showed up too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plastic surgery front I got my last drain out today. I have been given permission to start 1 mile per night walks and to go back to 1500 calories tomorrow. YEAH! No running for 6 weeks though. GRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the passing out front...I am going to my PCP tomorrow. Hopefully she will take me off the meds. I talked to a friend today who had been on it and she had the exact same problems. Mystery solved...I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon the periods between the paragraphs.  It wouldn't let me put spaces between my paragraphs and there is a certain person who reads this blog that has a REAL problem when people don't use paragraphs...and considering all those raging hormones with that pregnancy...I think we will all just be happier if there are spaces between the paragraphs (Love Ya LJM!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4789274498471071660?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4789274498471071660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4789274498471071660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4789274498471071660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4789274498471071660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/race-pictures.html' title='Race Pictures'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-7206851140447545973</id><published>2008-07-14T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:32:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAKE!</title><content type='html'>So it is now officially 2:28 AM...I went to bed at 10:00PM.  Let's recap what has happened during these last 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Took meds including 2 tylenol PM&lt;br /&gt;2.  Read an ENTIRE book. 414 pages...thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;3.  Kissed DH good night and listened to him start snoring.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Layed in bed with eyes closed...listening to DH sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Turned on right side with eyes closed tightly&lt;br /&gt;6.  Went back to my back with eyes closed tightly.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Peered at clock with one eye...10 minutes had passed&lt;br /&gt;8.  Screw it got out of bed...going to work on school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS BIG TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7206851140447545973?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7206851140447545973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7206851140447545973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7206851140447545973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7206851140447545973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/awake.html' title='AWAKE!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6459610026193311101</id><published>2008-07-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:17:17.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost bit it</title><content type='html'>Uggghhh... Almost biffed it this morning getting out of bed.   Holy crap I got so lightheaded.  My legs were shaking, I almost threw up (that would hurt), and my vision was going in and out.  So now I can't walk my mile today.  I am pissed off BIG TIME!  I do get to walk to the library, but that is about 3 blocks from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6459610026193311101?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6459610026193311101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6459610026193311101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6459610026193311101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6459610026193311101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-bit-it.html' title='Almost bit it'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3205334220808754920</id><published>2008-07-12T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:16.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlor_0WVUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KCBNeiHehHY/s1600-h/1+week+post+op+belly+button.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222320347987465538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlor_0WVUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KCBNeiHehHY/s400/1+week+post+op+belly+button.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlorwyXKbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e-ipEZo8vNo/s1600-h/tummy+tuck+1+week+pooch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222320343952599474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlorwyXKbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e-ipEZo8vNo/s400/tummy+tuck+1+week+pooch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlosEzXcXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EUBro4mpYVY/s1600-h/tummy+tuck+1+week+post+op.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222320349325521266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlosEzXcXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EUBro4mpYVY/s400/tummy+tuck+1+week+post+op.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3205334220808754920?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3205334220808754920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3205334220808754920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3205334220808754920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3205334220808754920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHlor_0WVUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KCBNeiHehHY/s72-c/1+week+post+op+belly+button.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8642585191824109181</id><published>2008-07-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:54:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Bag</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a mixed bag.  I pretty much didn't sleep last night despite being exhausted.  I was hot, then cold, then hot, then cold.  I could find a comfortable place to sleep because I was so full from trying to force feed myself to get in calories.  Add to that my incredible swelling and it made for a WONDERFUL night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at 4AM because I was just sick of laying in bed.  So between then and about 3PM I was a total bitch.  Grumpy as all hell.  Fortunately I was smart and didn't take it out on DH...just sat in my chair and pouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a phone call that told me that all of my blood work came back normal.   So I am apparently passing out for no good reason!  Good thing since that is what my diagnosis was from dipshit doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got tired enough to take a nap and woke up in a much better mood.  I have been given permission to take tylenol pm so that is what I just did.  No I am heading off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post new pictures tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8642585191824109181?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8642585191824109181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8642585191824109181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8642585191824109181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8642585191824109181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-bag.html' title='Mixed Bag'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6473134635559567740</id><published>2008-07-10T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:59:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors, doctors,doctors</title><content type='html'>What a day.  I am very tired and sorer today than I have been because we have been running around since 10:30 this morning.  I went to the plastic surgeon and she checked out the scar to make sure that I didn't hurt anything during my graceful (NOT) fall yesterday.  She was very concerned that I was still light headed and that my pulse was at 90.  Normally it is at 60.  She didn't think that it had to do with the surgery however.  She said I lost VERY little blood.  Her best guess was that it is a combination of the heat and low blood sugar, but she wanted me to get checked out by my primary care physician.  The she removed the drain (will take pictures tomorrow) which didn't hurt too bad.  I now know what it would feel like to have a moving snake under your skin though.  It felt kind of weird.  Then she gooped me up with neosporin and sent me on my way with the promise that I would see my other doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...back in the car and headed back to our town.  Called my doctor and described my situation.  When the receptionist took the info back to the doc and the nurse they said there was NO way they could fit me in today and that I was to go to Urgent Care or the ER immediately.  They were not happy with the fact that my pulse was so far away from normal.  So we drove to urgent care where I had the DUMBEST doctor in the world.  He said that your pulse being 30 beats per minute higher was not a big deal.  He said it was just a big combo of everything culminating together that caused me to faint and that he feels that anyone that faints within 20 feet of bathroom has nothing to worry about.  I still don't know how that can be true...just ask my very sore heiny, shoulder and back!  So he did decide to run a few tests just to rule out anything substantial.  (Great I should just start a tab at the local lab...just got a pre surgery bill for 138.00$ today) They did a urine analysis to check if I was preggo (he wouldn't take my word that I couldn't be even though they did the day of surgery...go figure...this guy was a real creep) and to see if there was blood in the urine.  Both came back negative (yeah...coulda told you I wasn't pregnant) Then they did an EKG which turned out perfect.  Finally they were going to do some blood work to check for anemia, electrolyte imbalance and protein levels.  This is where things got FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty tiny veins so they had to poke me 4 times.  Now I am not afraid of needles at all. The problem was the way they had me seated.  My muscles were burning.  I could literally see my belly swelling as I was sitting there because my PS doesn't want me in my binder except at night or if I am really sore  because of the heat fact...so it was in the car.  After almost 2 hours in the urgent care office...we were starving.  So we finally got something to eat.  I can't be below 2500 calories so I am going to have to drink some calories for the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am tired and going to go take a nap with DH!  That guy is amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6473134635559567740?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6473134635559567740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6473134635559567740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6473134635559567740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6473134635559567740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctors-doctorsdoctors.html' title='Doctors, doctors,doctors'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-5681494355943039831</id><published>2008-07-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:46:28.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed Out</title><content type='html'>So I had the scariest moment of my life about 2 hours ago. I went in to take a shower and DH was in there with me until I sent him out to get a clean towel from the cabinet. In the 20 seconds he was gone I passed out in the shower. I have a nice bruise on my left shoulder and the middle of my back from hitting the faucet. As soon as he heard me hit the tub he rushed in and I was sitting in the tub. I don't remember anything between the time he left and the time he came back in. Then as he was turning off the water and holding my head...I passed out again. I guess I was only out for a split second that time but when I came too I felt like I was in a tunnel. My vision was blurred with starry images and my hearing was very distant. Seriously scared. Then I was afraid to look down. I feared that I was going to be sitting in a red bath tub...but alas I was not. I didn't split a single stitch but I think I almost pulled out my drains. My stomach doesn't hurt at all but my drains hurt like a B!TCH. I called the doctor but she hasn't called me back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really good today. A little tired because we went to the store to get some Kashi cereal that was on sale today, but we walked slowly and it wasn't very long. When we came home I laid in my chair and listened to my book because I was kind of tired. I got up, took some pictures and then went to take a shower. I felt great. The whole passing out thing was kind of a shock!I am feeling better now except for my sore butt and back. Plus I have gained an extra shadow. DH won't let me go anywhere or do anything without him being a shadow. I guess it is a good thing. He is making dinner right now and telling me that I have to eat, eat, eat. He is convinced that I am not eating enough. He could be right considerng that after eating today I stepped on the scale and I was down 5.5 pounds. They only removed 4 pounds of skin so I have lost weight since surgery. So between now and Sunday I am going to eat whatever he feeds me and not ask about calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc still hasn't called so I will have DH call here on her cell phone. I want to make sure that there is nothing that I could have done internally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5681494355943039831?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5681494355943039831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5681494355943039831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5681494355943039831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5681494355943039831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/passed-out.html' title='Passed Out'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8784859602093222065</id><published>2008-07-07T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:16.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavFAkucI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BschjfssKmE/s1600-h/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405051664939458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="369" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavFAkucI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BschjfssKmE/s400/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op.bmp" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKbuVTTLRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sVUDCDw8Fzk/s1600-h/Before+belly+pics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220406138370206994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKbuVTTLRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sVUDCDw8Fzk/s400/Before+belly+pics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavhJLJfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TDwchuVEbAU/s1600-h/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op+side.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405059217204722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavhJLJfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TDwchuVEbAU/s400/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op+side.bmp" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavXEc_II/AAAAAAAAAEU/rhIfEzZdna4/s1600-h/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op+front.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405056513047682" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavXEc_II/AAAAAAAAAEU/rhIfEzZdna4/s400/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op+front.bmp" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are three pictures that I took before my shower today. The shower was not good. I was really, really dizzy and almost passed out. It hurts to be out of the binder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor is very happy with the results as am I. There is definetly some poochiness at the top near the breasts but she said that if she had tried to fix it now it would have had minimal improvement and prohibited a reverse tummy tuck in the future, which is what is needed to remedy the extra skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to really black out parts of the picture so that there are no problems with my teaching status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8784859602093222065?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8784859602093222065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8784859602093222065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8784859602093222065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8784859602093222065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SHKavFAkucI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BschjfssKmE/s72-c/Tummy+Tuck+4+day+post+op.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4699552188353577950</id><published>2008-07-07T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:36:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Time!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the doctor and YEAH I can take a shower today. When I take my shower I will take pictures and I will post them. The plan is to take my shower around 3ish so I should have pictures up by 5. My tummy looks really good. There is a fair amount of loose skin towards my breasts but it still looks a million times better than it did. I was so excited to see my belly button. I will post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4699552188353577950?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4699552188353577950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4699552188353577950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4699552188353577950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4699552188353577950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/shower-time.html' title='Shower Time!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3770134787384727409</id><published>2008-07-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:06:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy, Itchy, Scratch, Scratchy</title><content type='html'>Good morning. Pain is down to almost zero and my appetite is back a little. I actually wanted to eat this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on the scale this morning and it read 145 but that is will all the bandages on and all my clothes on. So I am definetly lower than that. The draining has slowed WAAAAAY down. In fact I am hoping that the right one wil come out tomorrow at my post-op appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However...the ITCHING IS KILLING ME! Did anyone else have incredible itching. I feel like I have bugs crawling underneath my binder. I didn't have lipo so I don't know why it is so unbearable. I am actually itching everywhere...but under the binder is awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first experience with a bowel movement yesterday and that was NOT fun. I have been taking stool softeners but it didn't help yesterday. So I doubled what I was taking for future encounters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I hope to post pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleep much better last night. Still not sleeping through the night and I will ask the doc about that tomorrow, but I slept for longer periods of time and when I woke up I didn't stay up as long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3770134787384727409?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3770134787384727409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3770134787384727409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3770134787384727409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3770134787384727409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/itchy-itchy-scratch-scratchy.html' title='Itchy, Itchy, Scratch, Scratchy'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-39090918725581849</id><published>2008-07-05T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:55:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sleeping</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon.  Not much to post.  We are going to take out the pain pump later today.  I am in a lot less pain today.  I was able to lie down in my own bed this afternoon and get some sleep.  I still am not able to sleep for more than about an hour at a time.  If it doesn't get better by Monday I am going to ask her for some sleeping pills.  It isn't pain that is preventing me from sleeping...I just can't sleep.  My eyes are tired and I lay here with them closed, but alas...I do not sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still draining quite a bit from the left side, but not a whole lot from the right.  Still don't have much of an appetite.  DH went to the store to get a rotissarie chicken as there was nothing in the house that I wanted to eat.  I am at 53 grams of protein right now so I will get higher with the chicken.  I will then eat a protein bar or a sandwich tonight when I take my antibiotic so I should be close to 100 grams again.  I am trying to eat more...I am just NOT hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are still not able to see anything so I will be posting pictures after the doctor's appt on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-39090918725581849?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/39090918725581849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=39090918725581849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/39090918725581849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/39090918725581849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-sleeping.html' title='Not sleeping'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-5310402853246748034</id><published>2008-07-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:27:01.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More surgery update</title><content type='html'>The surgery was 4.5 hours long and I was discharged 1 hour and 15 minutes after the surgery was finished. Yeah....they are very efficient there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor has already called me at home to make sure that everything is going well. She is the sweetest lady ever. Then the anethesiologist was a hoot. Seriously had the best bedside manner ever. Those guys are usually stuffy jerks but this one was cracking jokes and we were talking chemistry right up until I dozed off. She was not able to get the tummy TOTALLY flat but said that she would do that at a significant priced reduction when I have my breast lift. When they do the breast lift she will use the same incisions to do a reverse tummy tuck. I just had SOOOOOOO much extra skin. She just didn't want to compromise blood flow. So there will be a tiny little pooch right underneath my breasts but the rest of the tummy will be flat. She actually went out and discussed it with DH before making the final decision on what to do. She could have made the decision on her own, but instead opted to discuss it with family...how cool is that! She truly is an amazing woman and doctor. You can already see improvement. I am obviously still in the binder but it is so flat! Makes my boobies look REALLY big now though! DH says he is going to have to get two sticks to beat off the high schoolers! I already had a few flirting with me at the end of last year. Kind of creepy...no one ever hit on me when I was fat. At first I didn't even notice that they were doing it...then I got freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post op is on Monday.  DH will pull out the pain pump on Saturday.  She said I could wait and just have her remove in on Monday but DH is enjoying playing doctor way too much!  He is the greatest guy ever.  Though I had to pee in front of him for the first time ever and had a bit of pee fright....I just couldn't go.  Finally I did and we were both laughing at me cause I would stop and go, stop and go....I know...TMI but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left drain is draining MUCH more than the right one.  When we emptied it there were 40 ml in the left and 5 in the right.  Significant difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I posted everything I know so far.  If something comes up I will let you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the end of Jabba the Hut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5310402853246748034?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5310402853246748034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5310402853246748034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5310402853246748034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5310402853246748034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-surgery-update.html' title='More surgery update'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4181421814530490768</id><published>2008-07-03T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:38:33.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home!</title><content type='html'>I got home about 2 hours ago.  I am not in a whole lot of pain.  I was just a little sleepy when I got home.  According to the doctor she removed about 4.1 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO appetite though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4181421814530490768?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4181421814530490768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4181421814530490768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4181421814530490768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4181421814530490768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-home.html' title='I am home!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-2507776058835939450</id><published>2008-07-03T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:07:56.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of surgery</title><content type='html'>she&amp;#39;s out!&lt;p&gt;here&amp;#39;s to a speedy recovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2507776058835939450?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2507776058835939450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2507776058835939450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2507776058835939450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2507776058835939450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-surgery.html' title='out of surgery'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-5029149237261720283</id><published>2008-07-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:18:30.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>We are leaving in about 5-10 minutes.  Updates will come when DH emails LJM.  Thanks again to all the well wishers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave here looking like Jabba the Hut and will return looking like a short Mexican version of Heidi Klum.  Okay stop laughing...no seriously...stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5029149237261720283?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5029149237261720283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5029149237261720283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5029149237261720283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5029149237261720283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6177985190765196334</id><published>2008-07-03T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:35:40.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee bit nervous...to say the least</title><content type='html'>So I am not nervous about going under or the pain...I am nervous that I am not going to recognize my own body.  I know that is the point of this surgery (I type rolling my eyes!), but damn...these 2 "fabulous" rolls have been with me as long as I can remember.  My belly button hasn't seen the light of day since I was "knee high to a grasshopper" as my grandmother would have said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hasn't caught up with the weightloss...though I did see my legs in the reflection of a door the other day...and thought..dang those are some thin legs!  But I digress.  I am excited and nervous at the same time to NOT see rolls.  It is really hard to describe the feeling. But alas I sit here at 4:30 AM not sleeping.  I guess I will be sleeping a lot today so it is not a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the well wishers.  I am going to be nerdy and will be taking lots of pictures that we can document with.  I will post when I feel up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will check back in right before we leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6177985190765196334?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6177985190765196334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6177985190765196334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6177985190765196334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6177985190765196334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/wee-bit-nervousto-say-least.html' title='A wee bit nervous...to say the least'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-8586586889020072032</id><published>2008-07-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:15:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Time</title><content type='html'>Quick update.  Surgery will be at 9AM tomorrow...Pacific Time!  I have to be there at 8AM.  I will post before I leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJM will post for me (Thank you!!!) when I get out of surgery.  It is a six hour surgery so I should be out around 3PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8586586889020072032?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8586586889020072032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8586586889020072032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8586586889020072032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8586586889020072032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-time.html' title='Surgery Time'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4243915212215691999</id><published>2008-06-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:31:55.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Posted!</title><content type='html'>Official time: 2:40:29! Here are the stats:&lt;br /&gt;Official Pace: 12:15&lt;br /&gt;Age division rank: 76 / 96&lt;br /&gt;Overall rank: 768 /1161&lt;br /&gt;Gender Rank: 495 / 842&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrillled with the results. I can't imagine what they would have been if I had not been injured. Next year...I will own that course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just now know that I have to train in heat. I think that was one of the biggest downfalls. I had run 12 miles with the injured leg before...but it was in cool weather. The heat and I think some dehydration got the better of me and sped up the injury. Oh well...live and learn. Not too freaking shabby for my first attempt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4243915212215691999?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4243915212215691999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4243915212215691999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4243915212215691999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4243915212215691999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-posted.html' title='Finally Posted!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4937852223572111045</id><published>2008-06-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:41:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no official results</title><content type='html'>The results are posted for Friday's events so I am assuming that Saturday's events will be posted tomorrow.  I really want to know the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my leg update...it is really freaking sore!  Lots and lots and lots of icing.  I honestly don't think there is a muscle in my body that doesn't hurt.  Most of it is from some mild dehydration.  I have gone through several bottles of powerade zero today to get my body weight back up.  I was down 3 pounds this morning due to dehydration.  The last time I stepped on the scale about 2 hours ago I was up to my  pre race weight so that is an improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot is not much better than my leg.  Unlike the last time the pain really is very localized so I am assuming that it is a stress fracture.  I am icing and resting that as well.  There will be NO working out before surgery.  I have to make sure that I am well hydrated before going in on Thursday.  We will be going to a fun center for my birthday so I will be bowling and mini golfing but nothing too strenuous.  I promise I am resting and taking care of myself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4937852223572111045?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4937852223572111045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4937852223572111045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4937852223572111045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4937852223572111045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-no-official-results.html' title='Still no official results'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-897654659935633294</id><published>2008-06-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:17.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Chick to Athlete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finished it in an unofficial 2:41:11 according to my i-pod. Race results have not been posted yet. I will update as soon as I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SGaeStiXLdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmyfZF6OnpU/s1600-h/June+28+Half+marathon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031262653853138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SGaeStiXLdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmyfZF6OnpU/s400/June+28+Half+marathon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The run did not go as I had planned. I was not able to run the entire thing due to a MAJOR injury at mile 8. My leg is quite swollen...but I pushed through the pain as much as I could and slow jogged as much as possible. The achilles tendon is very sore and yes...I shed tears on the course from the pain. I also ALMOST threw up from the pain. The couse was AWFUL. I don't know how you get a circular course to be almost all uphill... but they did. We also started late and the last 5 miles are in the open...no shade and it was 89 degrees by the time I finished. However, I am still thrilled with my results. My ultimate goal was to be under 2:30...but that was pretty farfetched. Had I not had an injury...I would have easily made it. For the first 8 miles I was averaging a 10:33 min/mile. I would have EASILY been in under the time. However, even with walking part and the injury...I still made it in under my reasonable goal of 2:45. As I said before...I don't have the official results yet and I forgot to turn off my ipod so the time should be more like 2:40 something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am VERY pleased with the run. I was afraid that I would be disappointed in myself...but I am not...This is an AMAZING accomplishment. I am so proud of myself. I have not only overcome 105 extra pounds, but if you could feel the pain that I experienced through most of this run...you would understand why I couldnt' run the entire thing. The pain in my leg was so severe that at one point the aid station people suggested that they call a medic. Since my leg was not discolored or bruised I figured that the tendon had not torn and I was going to finish. I walked/limped as fast as I could and did run the last mile. That takes determination and guts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it...I did it...I did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-897654659935633294?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/897654659935633294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=897654659935633294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/897654659935633294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/897654659935633294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/fat-chick-to-athlete.html' title='Fat Chick to Athlete'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SGaeStiXLdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gmyfZF6OnpU/s72-c/June+28+Half+marathon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-6514971458101183889</id><published>2008-06-27T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:20:29.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Tune UP</title><content type='html'>I went for a one mile run with DH tongiht.  OMG...it felt so good.  It was like eating an entire carrot cake after being on Taliban Atkins for months.  (That is what my dad and I call it when we eat less than 5g of carbs a day!)  There was a bit of pain in my knee, hip, and foot...but none in the tendon.  I think I was just super sensitive to feeling any little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not a girly girl, but I do have to post what I am going to wear tomorrow. I have switched to a running skirt (it is actually a tennis skirt... again I wanna be like LJM!), a blue tank top, blue and white running socks, and a blue hair band.  Got my hair cut yesterday so the hair band is new!  I am going to be fashion diva out there.  Well...except that my white compression garment to hold Jabba the Hut in place pokes out the bottom...and if I run fast enough and flap my arms the bat wings my just help me fly to the finish line.  But other than that...I should look as HOT as the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post here as soon as I get home from the half tomorrow.  I know that we are going out to lunch at a local "drive in" as I get a free day tomorrow.  I should burn off about 1500 calories depending on my pace.  So on those days I pretty much let myself eat what I want.  Apparently this place has one hell of a burger...and I am going to have one.  Okay...I am going to have 1/4 of one.  I guess they are HUGE and I still can't eat much...see post from earlier today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6514971458101183889?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6514971458101183889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6514971458101183889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6514971458101183889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6514971458101183889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-tune-up.html' title='Final Tune UP'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-3486964932196197362</id><published>2008-06-27T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:17:21.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crackers Batman</title><content type='html'>I am stuck...majorly stuck.  Foamy, sliming, golf ball stuck.  Make it go away! We are going on an hour here people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASA crackers look like cardboard, taste a little like cardboard when going down, and taste MAJORLY like cardboard when sitting in your esophagus.  OUCHY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3486964932196197362?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3486964932196197362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3486964932196197362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3486964932196197362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3486964932196197362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-crackers-batman.html' title='Holy Crackers Batman'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-9053422524271189596</id><published>2008-06-26T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:14:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leg</title><content type='html'>My leg is feeling good.  I didn't do anything yesterday.  Today I am going to run 1 mile and then walk a few more just to keep the legs moving.  48 hours from now I will be in the middle of my half-marathon.  I am so excited...and nervous.  It is supposed to be 97 degrees here that day...with possible thunder showers! The race starts at 8AM so hopefully it will be cool until 10:45 which is when I should finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-9053422524271189596?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/9053422524271189596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=9053422524271189596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/9053422524271189596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/9053422524271189596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/leg.html' title='Leg'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1708549290522060130</id><published>2008-06-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:00:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury...Again</title><content type='html'>So the tendon is acting up today...along with my left knee.  So I am officially done with training.  No more running between now and the race on Saturday.  I will walk 3 miles everyday, but I will not be doing any running.  I did get my 3 miles in today, but my leg was really tight when I got home.  My knee hurt when I was coming up the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid hyperventilating is back though...don't know what the hell is up with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1708549290522060130?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1708549290522060130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1708549290522060130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1708549290522060130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1708549290522060130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/injuryagain.html' title='Injury...Again'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3028806758159343944</id><published>2008-06-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:18:39.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Slacking</title><content type='html'>Before LJM bites my head off ;) I had better give an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RUNNING - I had a bit of a setback when I went and ran the course at the half-marathon.  I pulled up after 8.57 miles with terrible pain in my left achilles tendon.  I went to the doc right away and she said to ice it and stay off of it for a couple days and then do only short runs until the half-marathon.  I probably could have run through the pain on actual race day, but I didn't want to push it on a training run.  THis all happened Thursday.  I took Friday and Saturday off and went for a 3.75 mile run yesterday.  All seemed fine.  Tendon and knees seem to be holding up.  I did the elipitical for 1/2 hour today and then will run Tuesday, Wednesday, and possibly Thursday.  I will take Friday off except for a short walk and then run the big one on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  WEIGHT - I am officially a normal BMI.  I have weighed in since Saturday at 145.  I am excited and frustrated.  I guess if I keep losing weight it is fine, but at some point I have to be able to stop.  I have not been good with my calories...I just can't eat that much food.  I know...everyone wishes they had that problem!  I have been under calories for the last 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  MOOD - So I am on cymbalta now, which thankfully my insurance is covering (I only have to pay 20$) but I am not sure if I like it.  I have no motivation to do anything.  Maybe it is just summer vacation mode, but I really don't like this feeling. I am a go getter.  I don't want to do anything but lay on the couch and bitch because I am bored.  I do have a lot to do...I just don't want to do it.  Case and point...my blog.  I haven't updated for almost a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  MONEY - Ahhhhh....this is the scary one.  Thanks to the economy and the cost of fuel DH's last day at work is Friday.  They are eliminating his position so he will get unemployment for a bit, but it is making life VERY tight right now.  I found this out after I put the money down for my surgery (which he wouldn't have let me cancel anyways...love the guy!).  So he has been job hunting for a week or so but hasn't found anything yet.  I am trying to refinance my lapband surgery but I haven't had much luck on that front (I pay almost 700$ a month).  I did get offered a position teaching at a local university for 5 Saturdays this fall so that will help ease the crunch some.  We do have some money in savings that will buy us time and I am trying not to panic right now.  I am not good at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better at posting this week...promise.  Maybe I will get some life back in me!  I am not as tired today as I was last week. I think part of my problem was the fact that I was not getting much sleep the last couple weeks of school and that Cymbalta can cause drowsiness.  I take it at night, but I think there is some lingering effects.  I am usually ready for a nap right now, but I seem fine today.  Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3028806758159343944?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3028806758159343944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3028806758159343944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3028806758159343944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3028806758159343944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/major-slacking.html' title='Major Slacking'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4326288875050803865</id><published>2008-06-17T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:17.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready to gouge your eyes out</title><content type='html'>So as if the whole world did not already know, my surgery is set for July 3 at 7:30AM. I will have to be to the surgery center at 6:30. To the dismay of many around here, this will be an outpatient surgery and is scheduled to last 6 hours. Here is what the doc said yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I will have 2, (possibly 3) incisions. One that runs hip to hip (about 3/4 of the way back on the hip), 1 that runs vertically from groin to breast bone, and then possibly one that is horizontal just underneath the bra line. She won't know until she sees how much puckering there will be at the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She has no idea how much muscle repair I will need. She said she wouldn't know until she gets in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She may or may not move my port. It depends on how much of a fat pad there is between my port and the muscle. If there is not a lot, she will leave it. If there is a fair amount, then she will unstitch the port, remove the fat, and resecure the port to my muscle. Lovely...port pain again!  She will not be changing the location of the port and has the complete support of my lap-band surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She will lipo the mons area and lift as well. This is being thrown in as a bonus. She said she is not going to charge me for the lipoing of the mons area because she didn't originally think I would need it, but now she thinks it would be better. She said it is not enough to justify recalculating the fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I will be receiving a pain pump that will last for 48 hours. She gave me the option of showing me how to remove it myself (WTH!) or to move up my post-op and come in on Monday and have her remove it. I opted for the second! I am not a biologist/doctor...that is what I pay them the big bucks for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She is so excited that I am running the half-marathon before surgery because it will cause great circulation and put me in the best shape of my life. She was not concerned about the weightloss because of my muscle tone. She didn't want to see me losing a lot of weight just due to low calories and poor nutrition which can be a problem for healing. But after seeing the muscle tone in my arms and legs she is EXTREMELY confident in my ability to heal quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took a bunch of pictures and I got my prescriptions for surgery. They are all liquid as this was the only thing that my lap-band surgeon suggested. I did not want to get a pill stuck and be throwing up! So I will just gag from the flavor instead. Liquid pain meds and liquid antibiotics. Sounds like a party. I can sit in my recliner like chair with a straw and party umbrella in my medical cocktail and feel like I am sitting on the beach...with my new "bikini body"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now...what everyone has been waiting for... the pictures...as hideous as they may be!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFiHUYPCKJI/AAAAAAAAADs/tZ00R_UXcek/s1600-h/Before+belly+pics.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFiJAEMumwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jf4mz0tgGeA/s1600-h/Before+belly+pics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213067202901482242" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFiJAEMumwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jf4mz0tgGeA/s400/Before+belly+pics.bmp" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4326288875050803865?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4326288875050803865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4326288875050803865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4326288875050803865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4326288875050803865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-ready-to-gouge-your-eyes-out.html' title='Get ready to gouge your eyes out'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFiJAEMumwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jf4mz0tgGeA/s72-c/Before+belly+pics.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8165839002547722974</id><published>2008-06-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:17.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have not been very good with the blogging lately. I am enjoying my vacation right now. Though as soon as DH is done with his game he is going to take my before pictures of my belly. Poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I ran 12 miles on Sunday...yep...the whole enchilada. It wasn't too bad. I finished in 2:22. Not too shabby of a time. There were a few hills at the campground that I ran at, but NONE compared to the hills on the half-marathon course. Yesterday I went and walked part of the course and CRAP!!!! There are a ton of hills, including about a .25 mile stretch that was pretty much completely uphill. So I am going to start hill training tomorrow. There is a butte that I am going to run (and hopefully not puke my guts out!) tomorrow. I am going to also try and run part of the course at least 3 times before the race. I figure if the first part is all uphill, maybe the last part will all be downhill!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are my graphs from the last 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5K run on Saturday 6/14.  Finished in just over 31 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6qu2vUgI/AAAAAAAAADU/r-oAnpLH8M0/s1600-h/June+14+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051443232068098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6qu2vUgI/AAAAAAAAADU/r-oAnpLH8M0/s400/June+14+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6sSn7fjI/AAAAAAAAADk/UqbMb71_rcM/s1600-h/June+16+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 mile run on Sunday 6/15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6rU3T1qI/AAAAAAAAADc/bzN21JgKInc/s1600-h/June+15+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051453435008674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6rU3T1qI/AAAAAAAAADc/bzN21JgKInc/s400/June+15+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking at the half-marathon course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6sSn7fjI/AAAAAAAAADk/UqbMb71_rcM/s1600-h/June+16+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051470013496882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6sSn7fjI/AAAAAAAAADk/UqbMb71_rcM/s400/June+16+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8165839002547722974?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8165839002547722974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8165839002547722974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8165839002547722974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8165839002547722974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-update.html' title='Running Update'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFh6qu2vUgI/AAAAAAAAADU/r-oAnpLH8M0/s72-c/June+14+Run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8395005670493196471</id><published>2008-06-16T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:49:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Op!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my pre-op day.  I will post details when I get back.  I am a little nervous as I dropped three pounds this weekend.  I was going to proudly tell her that yes I had lost weight but that I had maintained for several weeks...not so much.  Upping my calories YET AGAIN!  I will now be at the standard 2000!  But I guess on a good note...I am only 2 pounds from a normal BMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8395005670493196471?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8395005670493196471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8395005670493196471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8395005670493196471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8395005670493196471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-op.html' title='Pre-Op!!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-5774981464847215729</id><published>2008-06-12T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:17.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEVyYgRJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iQkId5J7sjE/s1600-h/June+12+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970199159809906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEVyYgRJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iQkId5J7sjE/s400/June+12+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This looks like an ugly run, but in actuality it was very good! I alternated running and walking on the treadmill at a 5.5 incline the entire time. There are a couple of minor hills on the half-marathon course so I need to do some hill training. However in the town that I live in...it is either a mountain or flat...except for the one hill in the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also experiencing some pain in what I think is the achilles tendon...the one that runs up the back of your leg???? I am not a biologist so I don't know anything about anatomy but it is kind of sore. I keep stretching it, but I am not going to push it this week. Between this pain and my breathing I am just proud that I keep doing the 5K's. I don't think that I will make my 25 mile per week goal this week but I should come close. If I can run a 5K every day and then do the 12 miles on Sunday I can eek out 24 miles. If I can just get 1 day with 4 miles then I will make it. We are going camping tomorrow night and Saturday night, but I will make sure to get something in. I will have to go early tomorrow morning as well. However I won't have to worry about getting grades done because I plan on doing that today. So I will certainly try for 4 miles tomorrow depending on how my leg feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the doctor today about my breathing (though it is better this morning!) and will ask about the leg. She probably will tell me to rest it... I just might do that until Sunday when I run the 12 miles. I have all next week to make sure I get my runs in, right?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5774981464847215729?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5774981464847215729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5774981464847215729' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5774981464847215729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5774981464847215729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/hills.html' title='Hills'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEVyYgRJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iQkId5J7sjE/s72-c/June+12+Run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-440068077005173991</id><published>2008-06-11T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:28:20.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Daily Doubles</title><content type='html'>Okay...I came to my senses.  This is the last week of school, I have hours of grading left, and I said that I wouldn't start double workouts til next week.  I decided that doubles while still working was being obsessive and since that is what I am working on...I have cancelled them.  I will put my run up later today.  I do have to go to the gym early again tomorrow though because of the doctor's appointment after work, followed by an end of the school year party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides...I am exhausted again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-440068077005173991?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/440068077005173991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=440068077005173991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/440068077005173991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/440068077005173991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-daily-doubles.html' title='No Daily Doubles'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3617433186151049703</id><published>2008-06-11T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:17.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Doubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEWPa71rdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q2EWEAwrZBU/s1600-h/June+11+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970698028527058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEWPa71rdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q2EWEAwrZBU/s400/June+11+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first day of my double workout routine. My goal is to get double workouts in at least 3 days per week for the next 2.5 weeks. Hyperventilation caused me to miss my workout yesterday so I went running at 3:30 this morning (at the gym of couse...it was 28 degrees here this morning!). Will post the picture of my run later today when I run the second one. I am confident that my legs are ready for the 13 miles....not so certain about the lungs. I am breaking down and going to the doctor on Thursday in hopes of getting some help in the hyperventilation department. I was going to go to urgent care last night, but frankly I was too tired and not in the mood to see a doctor I didn't know. I figured I could wait 2 days to see my doctor. So DH bought a bottle of wine in hopes that it would relax me enough to sleep. Oh boy did it. I had a half glass of wine and it threw me for a loop. I went to bed at 6PM and only woke up once!!! That is the first time that I haven't woken up every hour in a week! Might try it again tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3617433186151049703?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3617433186151049703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3617433186151049703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3617433186151049703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3617433186151049703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/daily-doubles.html' title='Daily Doubles'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SFEWPa71rdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q2EWEAwrZBU/s72-c/June+11+Run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8011661622055771958</id><published>2008-06-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:18.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rug...I mean Run Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWWWWWWEEEEEEEE! My run went pretty well today despite the hyperventilating (actually I didn' t have too much of a problem most of the run), but I did end up with several very nasty run burns. My running shorts are waaaaaayyyy too big and my "spanx" like garments are getting too big as well so after running for 2+ hours today the chaffing really started to hurt. This is my upper thigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExHFr4wjEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lnum7bAzPbU/s1600-h/rug+burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617031966526530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExHFr4wjEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lnum7bAzPbU/s400/rug+burn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So despite running 11 miles, my knees don't hurt, my hips don't hurt, my calves don't hurt, but this 2 inch by 2 inch piece of flesh is about to bring me to my knees. We got some bag balm to put on it cause it is excruciating. The picture shows the worst one, but I also have one on my arm, on the other thigh and under both breasts. DAMN LOOSE SKIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran 11 straight miles, though I think something went funky with my nike+ because even though I ran slow at 9 miles...I didn't think I ran THAT slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExGtgjGUrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3xo9suFw4Fs/s1600-h/June+8+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616616606028466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExGtgjGUrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3xo9suFw4Fs/s400/June+8+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I did 7 miles. Again something funky with the nike+. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExGdVenm8I/AAAAAAAAACs/OnKqSTN1unU/s1600-h/June+7+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616338756541378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExGdVenm8I/AAAAAAAAACs/OnKqSTN1unU/s400/June+7+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is a rest day and then I need to get 5 miles every day running at least 3 of them...preferably 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8011661622055771958?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8011661622055771958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8011661622055771958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8011661622055771958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8011661622055771958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/rugi-mean-run-burn.html' title='Rug...I mean Run Burn'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SExHFr4wjEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lnum7bAzPbU/s72-c/rug+burn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8600309377781352638</id><published>2008-06-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:02:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad at Nike+</title><content type='html'>It is not logging my runs in my challenge...grrr.  It owes me 9+ miles!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8600309377781352638?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8600309377781352638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8600309377781352638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8600309377781352638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8600309377781352638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/mad-at-nike.html' title='Mad at Nike+'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-2819831307531327291</id><published>2008-06-05T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:18.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My doc is having me do a photo shoot so that I can be featured on their website, their newsletter and possibly in an advertisement campaign! HOW SWEEET! The photo shoot will be August 11 so I am hoping that I will be mostly healed from the TT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is a NIGHTMARE with my schedule. I am going to go running tomorrow morning (at like 3:45 AM), go to work, then go running/walking again after work to get in my miles. There is no way that I am getting it done tonight. I am exhausted from the drive yesterday and working all day today AND running the bean bag toss at the Senior Carnival for the school. UGH..someday teaching sucks ass...today would be that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have to figure out how to get 400 calories in my by the time I go to bed in 1 hour. I guess drinking olive oil would always do the trick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my run from yesterday. I was again working on speed so that is why it cycles pace. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEiZfzmw5SI/AAAAAAAAACk/YFF5COZ5r1I/s1600-h/June+4+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208581740761769250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEiZfzmw5SI/AAAAAAAAACk/YFF5COZ5r1I/s400/June+4+Run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2819831307531327291?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2819831307531327291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2819831307531327291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2819831307531327291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2819831307531327291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEiZfzmw5SI/AAAAAAAAACk/YFF5COZ5r1I/s72-c/June+4+Run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1666197638513187846</id><published>2008-06-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:59:38.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week...grrr</title><content type='html'>Okay so why can't everyone just schedule activities around MY schedule.  Yesterday was a rest day...and my legs need it.  Today I have to drive to WA to stay with my brother for my dr. appt tomorrow.  Depending on how late it is when I get there...I might go running tonight.  I am going to go running tomorrow morning before the dr. appt.  Then I will drive 6 hours home.  The next day I need to run as well...but I will have a lab to set up that morning and will not be able to go in the morning.  After school I am helping with graduation stuff until 6:30 and don't know if I will have enough energy to run after that.  Then finally Friday I should have no problem getting my workout in.  Saturday needs to be a rest day and then Sunday I MUST run 11 miles/walk 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it...LJM  and Catalyst are catching up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1666197638513187846?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1666197638513187846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1666197638513187846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1666197638513187846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1666197638513187846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-weekgrrr.html' title='Busy week...grrr'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-8197860541761054961</id><published>2008-06-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:18.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it...I did it...I did it! 29:45...and we have pictures to prove it. Just not right now. They are on DH's non-digital camera. I think we are taking them to Fred Meyers to get them developed. Look at how constant my pace was!!! And there were 2 major hills and at higher elevation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEL66BML1RI/AAAAAAAAACU/dOZopy6VrGg/s1600-h/June+1+Run+5K.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206999993852613906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEL66BML1RI/AAAAAAAAACU/dOZopy6VrGg/s400/June+1+Run+5K.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the after race run...it didn't go so well. My legs were TIRED! SO I walked/ran (mostly walked) 6.25 more miles. I only got to a little over 9 miles today but is still over 25 for the week so I am happy with that. I don't have any more 5K's so now it is JUST the half marathon to prepare for. Next week we will be back to the canyon and back to training.   Tomorrow is my rest day and I need it.  My legs are VERY sore. Today is supposed to be a free day but I only burned a little over 1000 calories so I don't know how "free" I am going to allow it. Normally on my "free" days I burn 1400.  I am convincing myself that I will be just fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEL7GxML1SI/AAAAAAAAACc/ANbH_OY_XGM/s1600-h/June+1+Run+walk+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207000212895946018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEL7GxML1SI/AAAAAAAAACc/ANbH_OY_XGM/s400/June+1+Run+walk+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8197860541761054961?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8197860541761054961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8197860541761054961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8197860541761054961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8197860541761054961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-30.html' title='UNDER 30!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEL66BML1RI/AAAAAAAAACU/dOZopy6VrGg/s72-c/June+1+Run+5K.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4693892445790470241</id><published>2008-05-31T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:19.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEF25RML1QI/AAAAAAAAACM/5S4TQDHuZR4/s1600-h/may+29+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206573370456134914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEF25RML1QI/AAAAAAAAACM/5S4TQDHuZR4/s400/may+29+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to post about my run on Thursday. I a crazy new thing on the treadmill...No I will NOT be doing this again. I was trying for speed and pretty much wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I just DID NOT want to go to the gym or workout. I was exhausted...this has been quite the emotional week! So I went to bed at 6:30 with the promise that I would go and run at least 3 miles this morning. I thought that my 5K run was today...but nope it is tomorrow. So that throws my training schedule off! But anyways...I got up this morning and did 7 miles. I ran 4, walked 2, and ran the last 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEF0ChML1PI/AAAAAAAAACE/8HeIEJCejo8/s1600-h/may+31+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206570230835041522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEF0ChML1PI/AAAAAAAAACE/8HeIEJCejo8/s400/may+31+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I think I am going to go run the 5K race and then we are going to go to the canyon and I will run/walk the last 9 miles for training. It isn't the perfect situation in that it won't be consecutive miles, but I guess that is what we will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4693892445790470241?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4693892445790470241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4693892445790470241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4693892445790470241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4693892445790470241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-running.html' title='Back to Running'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SEF25RML1QI/AAAAAAAAACM/5S4TQDHuZR4/s72-c/may+29+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1346721138260559849</id><published>2008-05-30T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:55:04.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the perfect description of me!</title><content type='html'>1. Abnormal preoccupation with ists, rules, and minor details ( yep!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Excessive devotion to work (yep, yep, yep...I think getting to work at 4:30 Am and staying until 4Pm pretty much confirms that one!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stinginess with money even on essentials (Yep...I have a budget that is as strict as my menu!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Perfectionism that interferes with taske completion as performance is never good enough (yep...it took my 5 hours to write my last test...and I still thought it was horrible. Oh yeah...3 of those hours were specifically on formatting!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Refusal to throw anything away (not as much me...but I still have 6+ boxes of Christmas ornaments that I have been dragging around since my mom died...hmm...maybe!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Rigid and inflexibe attitudes(yep that is me. Black or white... 100 snickers bars or NONE...nothing in between)&lt;br /&gt;7. Upset and off-balance when rules or established routines are disrupted (hmmm...maintenance and increasing calories anyone!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the help of DH's degree in psychology we have come to the conclusion that I am most likely suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder. This is not to be confused with OCD where people wash their hands 110 times per day. There are similarities, but the major difference is the people with OCD know that what they are doing is abnormal, where people like me see their thoughts as totally rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't see the problem in NEVER eating a snickers bar or NEVER eating McDonalds again. I know that I a lot of people see that as an unhealthy thought...but I just can't accept that. I don't see the irrationality of thinking that if I don't count my calories that I am going to end up back at 250 pounds. I guess that I know they are irrational because others tell me that they are...but in my head...I can totally justify them and see the logic in my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I going to do about this since I can't afford therapy right now. Well...we went and bought a couple of books that have to deal with perfectionism. There are not a lot of books publsihed on OCPD, but most sources will send you to help with perfectionism because that is the closest connection. I bought the book last night and started reading the introduction. I felt like I was reading my biography. It was kind of freaky! I am going to read the entire book and then go back through and start doing the exercises. Of course it tells you that you don't have to do the exercise PERFECTLY...which I guess is an exercise in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1346721138260559849?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1346721138260559849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1346721138260559849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1346721138260559849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1346721138260559849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-found-perfect-description-of-me.html' title='I found the perfect description of me!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-2823725605436116467</id><published>2008-05-28T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:19.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh Bye Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SD30fBML1OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PyGj1hb4BJ4/s1600-h/No+more+scale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205585558042825954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SD30fBML1OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PyGj1hb4BJ4/s400/No+more+scale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where my scale used to sit. But alas it has gone away. I don't know where it is...DH took it away from me...and I feel so much better. For the first time in weeks I don't have this nagging urge to step on the scale and see if the number is going to make me happy or piss me off. For the first time in 9.5 months....I am not defined by a number. After a LOT of soul searching and crying on the shoulders of my friends I decided this was the best thing I could do. There really is no way that I am going to gain weight if I am running 4 times per week and doing cross-training 1-2 days per week if I stick to the 1800 calories. I have proven that over the last several weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel so calm...but I know the anxiety and panic of not being able to weigh will set in. I am going to go to the library and see if I can get a few books on how to handle anxiety and fear. Perhaps that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my day off from running/working out and it feels nice. Tomorrow I am back out to the canyon (hopefully...we have had torrential downpours here!) to run 4+ miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-2823725605436116467?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/2823725605436116467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=2823725605436116467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2823725605436116467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/2823725605436116467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/buh-bye-scale.html' title='Buh Bye Scale'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SD30fBML1OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PyGj1hb4BJ4/s72-c/No+more+scale.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8348222658585293993</id><published>2008-05-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:19.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDy6rRML1NI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q3WvXuekLis/s1600-h/May+27+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205240521845101778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDy6rRML1NI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q3WvXuekLis/s400/May+27+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge is on...I have to double LJM to have any hope at this when I have to take a 6 week hiatus for the TT. Don't worry...I will be pulling out the whip and cracking from Oregon to Texas. This is one challenge I actually want to lose! But I am not going to make it easy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiger Woods congratulated me on my fastest mile yet! I love the nike+. I forgot to shut off the system when I got off the treadmill and went to get wipes to clean it. That is the drastic drop at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8348222658585293993?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8348222658585293993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8348222658585293993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8348222658585293993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8348222658585293993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-miles.html' title='5 miles'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDy6rRML1NI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q3WvXuekLis/s72-c/May+27+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4859347880001720613</id><published>2008-05-27T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:03:31.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I NOT happy????</title><content type='html'>This is deep and dark...This is part of the "UGLY" I said might come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be happy this weekend.  I lost 100 pounds.  I am wearing (right now) a size 4.  But instead of smiles, there are only tears.  And not tears of joy. We drove out to Sunriver on Saturday to check out the course that I would be running in the half marathon and I was kind of giddy over the fact that I officially saw that 150 on the scale.  Food was NOT on my mind.  Then DH decided he was hungry and we stopped at Wendy's to eat.  That is when it started.  My heart starts racing, my palms get sweaty and I seriously get sick to my stomach.  What the hell am I going to eat at fast food.  I know...just know... that the moment anything from that restaurant touches my lips I am going to gain back all of the weight.  I am going to stand up from the booth an be back to 250 pounds.  People are going to point and laugh.  So I stood in front of the nutritional chart posted on the wall and stared at it.  Reading EVERY single entry and wretching at the amount of calories in everything.  Finally I settle on the ultimate grilled chicken sandwich (260 calories)...but I still think that is too high...so I order it plain.  Yep...just the bun and the chicken breast.  The lady behind the counter (who weighed at least 300 pounds) looked at me like I was crazy.  I get my order and while DH is consuming his burger I am trying to convince myself that I can eat this and not get sick.  2 bites into it I through the top part of the bun away.  I tell DH it is because it is going to get stuck because it is too bready, but in reality...I don't want the calories.  I am afraid.  Terrified.  Panicked by this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and my mood had certainly soured.  We got to Sunriver and DH went in and got something to drink at the local store.  By this point I had calmed down some and we drove the course.  By now the self doubt had crept in and I am thinking that there is no way in hell that I am going to be able to run this....though it is no harder than the canyon I run 4 times per week.  Then the worst part of the weekend happened.  We finished driving the course and we started walking around the town.  We walked past one of the restaurants that is in this little shopping village and there is a very thin/petite woman eating an ENORMOUS bowl of pasta with cream sauce, then we walk past the ice cream shop and yet another thin woman was standing there eating ice cream, and finally on our way back to the car we passed the grocery store where a woman (very thin) was eating a snickers bar.  I started crying and DH didn't have a clue what was going on.  By the time we got to the car I was sobbing.  Finally after catching my breath I told him that no matter how hard I worked, I would always be a fat woman.  Even though I am thin on the outside, I am still FAT, and always will be a fat person on the inside.  I am addicted to food.  I can't eat just one candy bar...one plate of pasta...one ice cream cone.  It won't stop there.  DH of course didn't buy it until I threw out the phrase "Once an alcoholic...always an alcoholic."  He kind of stopped short.  He knew there was no point in arguing with me.   I don't want to go back to the way of eating that I did before, but I also don't want to fear (like you fear a serial killer standing right in front of you) food forever.  Will this feeling ever go away?  The whole way back we were talking about the fact that I need to increase my calories, because I am afraid the PS will not do the TT if I am not at a stable weight.  But I am resistant to increasing because of my HORRIBLE fear of gaining any weight.  I want a magic number.  That number where I know I won't gain or lose weight...and it doesn't exist.  I had that magic number the entire time I was losing weight.  If I was below 1000 calories...I lost.  It was that simple.  Now my safety net is gone.  So basically I was sitting in the car throwing a temper tantrum.  He says I have to eat 1800 calories...not under.  Of course the entire time I am thinking how can I figure out a way to NOT eat that many...but stil knowing that I have to STOP losing weight.  Then I figure if he makes me eat this much then I will just run more.  But then I think... I don't want to lose any more weight...I just don't want to gain.  I am perfectly fine where I am, but I just don't want to change.  So the story gets worse.  Skip forward to breakfast yesterday morning and we had waffles...Let's talk about a big baby coming out.  I threw food...yep threw my turkey sausage across the kitchen because I freaked out over the calories in 1 waffle.  What the fuck is wrong with me? Then the tears came....Like Niagra falls.  I was on the floor in hysterics.  And there was DH...just holding me and letting me cry.  Yeah...I have a problem...you don't need to tell me.  But we are broke...and I can't afford therapy.  DH keeps telling me that gaining and losing 2-4 pounds is just something that I have to get used to...Well I don't know that I can.  I gained all my weight 2-4 pounds at a time.  I honestly don't believe that I am anorexic. I don't look fat to me.  I don't want to keep losing weight...I just have this crippling fear that I am going to gain it all back.  Maybe this is okay.  Maybe this is just the reality that I have to accept.  Maybe once I do that the anxiety this fear causes me will go away.  Maybe accepting the fact that I will never be able to eat like a "thin" person and mourning that discovery, will lead me past all these awful fears and stop the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much didn't sleep last night because I keep thinking about everything that happened this weekend.  I had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.  I came to the conclusion that I am still fat...it just doesn't show on the outside...only on the inside...and I don't know which one is more dangerous.  I am more obsessed with food now that I was before surgery.  Before, my obsession with food came from a lack of caring about it....NOW it is ALL I think about.  I need to figure a way to get a grip.  I need to find the so called balance that DH keeps talking about.  Great, I need to find a balance... Now how in the hell do I do that? I need people to stop telling me that I need to stop losing weight, or that it is fine to keep losing weight, because it isnt' about the weight anymore.  This is about self destructive thinking.  I HATE MAINTENANCE!  I hate the way I feel.  This really is wreaking havoc on me.  I think this is why I am so tired all the time.  I am always fighting a war...with myself...with food...with work...with running.  Is this battle EVER over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4859347880001720613?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4859347880001720613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4859347880001720613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4859347880001720613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4859347880001720613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-am-i-not-happy.html' title='Why am I NOT happy????'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4695768332902434742</id><published>2008-05-25T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:19.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dozen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDoUAxML1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/KYHWy2WSoeU/s1600-h/May+25+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204494322817029314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDoUAxML1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/KYHWy2WSoeU/s400/May+25+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I ran the entire first 10 miles. I think I am figuring out the graphs on the nike+. At the end of the 10 miles I slowed way down so that I could get a water bottle from DH and then dropped the damn thing. I think that accounts for the drastic drop at 10 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sore today and really, really tired. On a good note though...I got this half-marathon. I think I could have ran the entire 12 miles today, but I need to have goals for the next few runs. Next week is 11 miles, the following week is 12 miles...running the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4695768332902434742?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4695768332902434742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4695768332902434742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4695768332902434742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4695768332902434742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-dozen.html' title='Another dozen!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDoUAxML1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/KYHWy2WSoeU/s72-c/May+25+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-6218986337705269285</id><published>2008-05-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:20.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always said that if I fit in a size 4 that I would wear that pants inside out and take a picture....Well here they are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDiyeRML1LI/AAAAAAAAABk/QvQSq3hq0jc/s1600-h/size+4+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204105602506937522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDiyeRML1LI/AAAAAAAAABk/QvQSq3hq0jc/s400/size+4+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_by139w_bay139_mail_live_com_mail_ReadMessageLight_aspx_Action_ScanAttachment_amp_AllowUnsafeContentOverride_False_amp_AttachmentIndex_2_amp_AttachmentDepth_2_amp_FolderID_00000000_0000_0000_0000_000000000001_amp_InboxSortAscending_False_amp_InboxSortBy_Date_amp_IsMessageSafe_True_amp_MessageCodePage_20127_amp_ReadMessageId_b7c8a472_3193_4467_934d_ab0dcac2d5d7_amp_n_1592665985');" href="http://by139w.bay139.mail.live.com/mail/ReadMessageLight.aspx?Action=ScanAttachment&amp;amp;AllowUnsafeContentOverride=False&amp;amp;AttachmentIndex=2&amp;amp;AttachmentDepth=2&amp;amp;FolderID=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&amp;amp;InboxSortAscending=False&amp;amp;InboxSortBy=Date&amp;amp;IsMessageSafe=True&amp;amp;MessageCodePage=20127&amp;amp;ReadMessageId=b7c8a472-3193-4467-934d-ab0dcac2d5d7&amp;amp;n=1592665985" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_by139w_bay139_mail_live_com_mail_ReadMessageLight_aspx_Action_ScanAttachment_amp_AllowUnsafeContentOverride_False_amp_AttachmentIndex_1_amp_AttachmentDepth_1_amp_FolderID_00000000_0000_0000_0000_000000000001_amp_InboxSortAscending_False_amp_InboxSortBy_Date_amp_IsMessageSafe_True_amp_MessageCodePage_20127_amp_ReadMessageId_b7c8a472_3193_4467_934d_ab0dcac2d5d7_amp_n_1061498255');" href="http://by139w.bay139.mail.live.com/mail/ReadMessageLight.aspx?Action=ScanAttachment&amp;amp;AllowUnsafeContentOverride=False&amp;amp;AttachmentIndex=1&amp;amp;AttachmentDepth=1&amp;amp;FolderID=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&amp;amp;InboxSortAscending=False&amp;amp;InboxSortBy=Date&amp;amp;IsMessageSafe=True&amp;amp;MessageCodePage=20127&amp;amp;ReadMessageId=b7c8a472-3193-4467-934d-ab0dcac2d5d7&amp;amp;n=1061498255" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much for window shopping. I couldn't help but buy these. This isn't a fluke either. 2 stores...3 pairs of pants and 1 skirt...all size 4. HOLY CRAP THEY FIT! 100 pounds and 20 sizes in 9.5 months!Now my question is...what the hell size am I am going to be after surgery?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6218986337705269285?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6218986337705269285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6218986337705269285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6218986337705269285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6218986337705269285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDiyeRML1LI/AAAAAAAAABk/QvQSq3hq0jc/s72-c/size+4+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1056107894441843468</id><published>2008-05-24T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:48:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 POUNDS GONE!</title><content type='html'>I have seen this number once before this week, but today is my official weigh in day and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOST 100 POUNDS IN 9.5 MONTHS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So excited...we are off to do some "window shopping" for clothes.  I am not buying anything before the TT, but I would like to know what size I am in.  Currently my size 10's look like clown clothes according to my students!  Here is hoping for a size 6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1056107894441843468?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1056107894441843468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1056107894441843468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1056107894441843468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1056107894441843468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-pounds-gone.html' title='100 POUNDS GONE!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6748767847080659276</id><published>2008-05-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:20.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdzdxML1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/RHx0nh7iizA/s1600-h/may+23+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203754849707742370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdzdxML1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/RHx0nh7iizA/s400/may+23+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after some sleep but another 11+ hour day at work, I did get my run in. Now this time the drastic drop was not me wimping out and walking, but rather sprintining! Well...sprinting for me. I was at 7 mph but I think my strides were so big (like when I walk quickly) that it registered it as that. I need to remember to short step...then maybe the line will go in the correct direction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6748767847080659276?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6748767847080659276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6748767847080659276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6748767847080659276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6748767847080659276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-form.html' title='Back in Form'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdzdxML1KI/AAAAAAAAABc/RHx0nh7iizA/s72-c/may+23+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-6807719565235232125</id><published>2008-05-23T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:11:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep...I needed Sleep</title><content type='html'>I think I figured out my problem...I was exhausted.  I have been working from about 4:15 AM until 4PM this entire week and all of last.  My body was tired.  I went to bed at 6:30 on Wednesday and took a 4 hour nap yesterday (very rare for me)  and I feel sooooooo much better today.  I am going to run today come hell or high water!  It is raining outside so I might have to do this on the treadmill, but I might push myself to go into the rain as well.  I have to be prepared for any and all weather conditions.  As long as it is not windy I think I am going to run outside.  As you can tell I am rambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is a new week.  I am going on a new training schedule 3 short (HA!) 4 mile runs and 1 long run on Sunday.  That way the time commitment isn't as great.  I can do 4 miles in less than an hour so even with a 12 hour workday that is doable.  Only 3 weeks left of school...THANK GOD!  Then I will have 2 full weeks to prepare for the half marathon.  I will be able to do my runs in the morning and have the rest of the day to relax and rest the legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for the encouragement...It means a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6807719565235232125?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6807719565235232125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6807719565235232125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6807719565235232125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6807719565235232125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepi-needed-sleep.html' title='Sleep...I needed Sleep'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-5304833337939936710</id><published>2008-05-22T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:20.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Stopped Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...and this time I was fully hydrated. My body just wouldn't run yesterday. I was supposed to do 8 miles...and I did 3. Damn! I even tried walking and my legs were just fatigued. So I got off the treadmill. It was gusting 42 mph winds outside...no way I was running out there! Today was supposed to be a rest day, but seeing that I didn't get crap done yesterday I am going to eliptical for an hour. Tomorrow I run 4 miles then rest Saturday to prepare for the big 12 miler again on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited: Here is the run I did...the drastic drop was when I started walking.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdx0hML1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/wNMcd3gsAuM/s1600-h/may+21+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203753041526510738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdx0hML1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/wNMcd3gsAuM/s400/may+21+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-5304833337939936710?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/5304833337939936710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=5304833337939936710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5304833337939936710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/5304833337939936710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/body-stopped-working.html' title='Body Stopped Working'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDdx0hML1JI/AAAAAAAAABU/wNMcd3gsAuM/s72-c/may+21+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8289464156547116778</id><published>2008-05-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:20.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy CRAP I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDBuAg6AZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSIdFzK5OXY/s1600-h/May+18+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201778524725208290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDBuAg6AZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSIdFzK5OXY/s400/May+18+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 glorious miles....12...can you believe it?!? And I averaged a 12:09 and that was with walking part of the way! My final time was 2:25:52! Not to freaking bad. I ran 7 miles, walked 1, ran 2, waled 1.3, ran .7! I burned 1392 calories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how far I have come. I am sooooo proud of myself. And I am proud that I can say that I am proud of myself. I have only ever been able to say that one other time in my life and that is when I graduated from college the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My DH is the greatest. He was out there giving me water at every mile. He had his bike and would ride to the "check points" and stand there with water and cheer me on...it was so great... He really does look out for me. Sometimes I get so focused that I don't think about things...that is what he is there for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a free food day for me. Why you ask...because on Friday I weighed 152 and thought it was a fluke. When I weighed in yesterday 153, but I ate RIGHT before I went to bed. This morning back down to 152. I can't go any lower. And on days like today when I have already burned 1392 calories before 10AM I figure I can't have any FF or LF stuff. I am not going hog wild and sitting down with ice cream (cause that would have me spending the entire day in the bathroom) or candy, fast food, chips, or crap like that. It just means that we are bbq'ing hamburgers tonight and I am actually going to have ground beef. I am even going to put mayo on it...though that will have to be light mayo because that is all we have. I don't know what we are having for lunch, but I am sure DH will make sure that it is reasonable but higher calories than I would normally eat. I don't want to get to the point that I have to put weight ON, so I just have to have these days when I do the long miles. I guess you could say this is a bonus to maintaining (though it makes me nervous!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope everyone has a splendid Sunday. I need to do my cooking for the week...once I sit for a while...my legs are sore...wonder why?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8289464156547116778?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8289464156547116778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8289464156547116778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8289464156547116778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8289464156547116778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-crap-i-did-it.html' title='Holy CRAP I did it!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SDBuAg6AZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSIdFzK5OXY/s72-c/May+18+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-3904431560000671204</id><published>2008-05-15T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:21.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does dehydration look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I think my nike+ graph will adequately give you a picture.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCz-fg6AZNI/AAAAAAAAABE/SZyxyNZ4VbQ/s1600-h/May+15+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200811487068710098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCz-fg6AZNI/AAAAAAAAABE/SZyxyNZ4VbQ/s400/May+15+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I only had 1 bottle of water because I had to cover someone elses class during my prep which is when I normally get all of my water in so that I don't have to go to the bathroom during the day. Well I didn't get my water in. I didn't really think anything of it...until I started running. About 3 miles into the run...I cramped up. I tried to run through it but I couldn't I stopped and walked and then ran...cramped up again...walked...ran...walk...ran...walk...called DH to ask him to bring me some water. By the time he got there I was almost ready to pass out. Oh...I didn't mention that it was 90 degrees outside today...probably about 80 when I started running. So basically I only got 8 miles done...4 miles running and 4 miles pretty slow walking. My legs, stomach, back and even feet were cramping up from the dehydration. The heat got to me. I didn't hardly sweat at all...NOT a good sign. So instead of beating myself up I am just moving my LONG run/walk days to Sunday so that I can do them in the morning when it is cool outside. So no 12 miles today...but on Sunday. 8 miles is still nothing to sniff at...that is a long ways. According to my new nike+ I had an average pace of 4.3 miles per hour and burned 930 calories...not too shabby for being crippled the last 2 miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3904431560000671204?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3904431560000671204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3904431560000671204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3904431560000671204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3904431560000671204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-does-dehydration-look-like.html' title='What does dehydration look like?'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCz-fg6AZNI/AAAAAAAAABE/SZyxyNZ4VbQ/s72-c/May+15+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-8499821829538504014</id><published>2008-05-13T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:21.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now I have said this more than once, but today, in my scientific endeavor, I discoverd just how mental it is. I set out to do 4 miles today...which I accomplished quite easily. Then I decided that I was going to walk 2 miles because it was nice out today and I figure my legs need the miles. But after walking about 3/4 of the first mile I decided I would run back. Now I had not mentally prepared my self to run another mile today. SO 20 steps into the run...I stopped. My brain decided since I had not thoroughly informed my legs that I would be running an additional mile, that they did not have perform their duties. WHEN THE HELL DID MY LEGS JOIN THE UNION OR GET A LAW DEGREE!!! Seriously I couldn't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO from now on I just need to REALLY think about what I want to run so that I can give them "proper notice" so that they don't revolt! I finally know what those ultra union teachers feel when they have to work outside their contracted hours. (As you can tell my teacher's union pissed me off today! Whole different story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have fancy graphs to insert here. Hopefully!  So the drastic drop in the graph is from the hill that I encounter on my way back!  It totally interrupts the flow of my run.  They need to remedy that for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCpDlw6AZMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tHdlxpvNqL8/s1600-h/may+13+run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043035815077058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCpDlw6AZMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tHdlxpvNqL8/s400/may+13+run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-8499821829538504014?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/8499821829538504014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=8499821829538504014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8499821829538504014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/8499821829538504014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-all-mental.html' title='It&apos;s all mental'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SCpDlw6AZMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tHdlxpvNqL8/s72-c/may+13+run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-9206856094146646949</id><published>2008-05-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:57:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a fun run</title><content type='html'>Ugh...6 miles SUCKED!  I just didn't want to run today.  I was supposed to go out to the Canyon this morning and run.  But then my DH's sister called and wanted us to meet up with them.  Plus I wanted to get the Nike+ so I could be cool like Losing Jusme and post my runs on the website.  So we went into the next town, went shopping, went to the musical we were planning to see and then I came home and ran.  Well the wind was whipping at home so I can't even imagine what it would have been like in the canyon so I went to the gym for a 6 mile run on the treadmill.  If nothing else it is giving me a mental workout...the treadmill is BOORRRINNG!  A 1hour 9 minute run and burned 650 calories.  Then I had to come home and eat strawberries and granola to try and get my calories up.  I had only eaten 1150 for the day and I need to be at around 1800 to try and maintain.  I lost another pound this week which isn't necessarily a good thing.  My PS really does not want me below 150 going into surgery.  I am at 154 now.  So I am good and ready to embrace maintenance now.  I figure there is no way I am going to gain weight if I stay at 1800 calories and run/walk over 20 miles per week, plus have 2 days of cross training...both which burn around 600 calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Nike+ seems pretty cool, but I didn't seem to have luck with it this afternoon.  I think it was because it was on its side in my shoe.  We are going to modify it by attaching some velcro to it tomorrow.  That is my DH's job.  We are going a little Macgyver on the shoe.  I can't wear Nike's and I just bought a 100$ pair of shoes so I was not going to buy the ones that the little transmitter fits into.  I think this is going to be a big help when running.  Though I did have to break down and buy an ipod.  After dealing with these things in class everyday I was totally opposed to them...however this gadget looked like it would really help the running. I think in the long run it will be more useful to me than the body bugg that I was trying to decide if I was going to buy.   I am hoping that I will become more and more comfortable with food in the next few months and with the bodybugg I think that I will eventually not need it.  The nike+ is something that will be helpful to me wherever I go.  I will be able to run in foreign places and not have to worry about how far I have run.  Thanks for the heads up LJM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-9206856094146646949?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/9206856094146646949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=9206856094146646949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/9206856094146646949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/9206856094146646949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-fun-run.html' title='Not a fun run'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-6564615352083873365</id><published>2008-05-08T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:38:03.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Adjust Your Monitor</title><content type='html'>Your eyes do not decieve you...My running ticker DID in fact move 10 miles today.    I ran 4, walked 5 and ran the last one...Yes that is right you don't need contacts...I ran the last mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt like HELL.  But I feel on top of the world.  I am convinced that while this half-marathon will not be EASY, it is most certainly doable.  The worst part of the entire thing was how long it took.  (2 hours 9 minutes).  The best part of the entire thing was that according to the machines I burned over 1000 calories.  I had to start the treadmill 3 times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6564615352083873365?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6564615352083873365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6564615352083873365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6564615352083873365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6564615352083873365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-adjust-your-monitor.html' title='Don&apos;t Adjust Your Monitor'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6106980393324559168</id><published>2008-05-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:13:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Licorice</title><content type='html'>Okay not really...that is the problem.  I broke down and ate licorice today.  My first unfilled band misstep!  I would NEVER have tried licorice when filled for fear that it would get stuck and feel like I swallowed a golf ball, but since everything goes down with ease now, I ate it.  STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am still with in my caloric limit so I didn't totally blow it.  Even though I was exhausted tonight I still went out for my 4 mile run.  No records set but it felt really great to finish the entire thing.  I LOVE SWEATING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6106980393324559168?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6106980393324559168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6106980393324559168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6106980393324559168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6106980393324559168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-licorice.html' title='I Hate Licorice'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-6166581014458718798</id><published>2008-05-06T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:44:01.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I Get Start</title><content type='html'>So I have been asked many times how I got started and I thought I would just post this as a main post so that other people could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lap-band surgery in August 2007 and from that time until January I was BROKE and couldn't afford to go to a gym so I used things that I could cheaply aquire at Wal-Mart.  I did the exercise ball, weights, and the Biggest Loser DVD. Then in January I joined the local gym and started by walking 1/2 hour a day.  At the end of the first week I knew that walking was not going to cut it if I wanted to really start dropping the weight.  So I added running to the mix. The treadmill that I use has a "track" that you can virtually watch yourself walk/run around so I would do everything in .25 mile increments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk comfortably for .25 miles&lt;br /&gt;Speed up for the next segment&lt;br /&gt;Increase incline&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;br /&gt;Speed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started jogging.  The first time I couldn't do more than 0.1 miles.  I was so dissappointed, but I kept trying.  And soon I had finished .25 miles straight.  Then by the end of the next week I was at 0.5 miles.  I remember coming home and be so AMAZED because I had just completed my first straight mile.  At this point I had NO intention of doing much more.  My goal was to run 2 straight miles by my "bandiversary".  (Kinda blew that one out of the water!) Finally I was running 1.75 miles at a time, but I got bored of running.  I think I have cardio ADD.  I don't like doing cardio for long periods of time.  (Yes this is posing a challenge for the half-marathon!).   Anyways I switched to the eliptical and weights and figured I would pretty much leave running behind.  That was actually only about 1 month ago!  Then the elipticals were full at the gym when I got there so I got back on the treadmill and decided to try and see if I could run 2 miles and I did.  Then the next day it 2.5 miles.  Finally I said...I am going to run a 5K or at least die trying.  When I did it I got such a high.  Then a co-worker told me about the Redmond 5K that I ran in and after that I was TOTALLY hooked.  I knew that by running in races I had something to TRAIN for.  I have never trained for anything in my life.  By having the goal and not just "working out" I get a lot more out of my exercise session.  I am a very goal oriented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have done this without a trainer, but I don't know that I would recommend that, especially if you have BIG dreams of running a marathon.  I am not going to use a trainer for the half-marathon, but I may consider getting one after I have recovered from the TT and start training for the full marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...gotta get to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6166581014458718798?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6166581014458718798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6166581014458718798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6166581014458718798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6166581014458718798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-did-i-get-start.html' title='How Did I Get Start'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-7311434183970306153</id><published>2008-05-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:08:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Personal Best!!</title><content type='html'>I finished the Eugene Marathon's 5K race this morning with yet another personal best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is from official Race Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FINISH TIME: 31:42 (personal best!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE RACE TIME FOR ALL RUNNERS - 35:42 (yeah!!!! I beat the average time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL PLACE 260 out of 522 (pretty much in the middle of the pack! Yeah not dead last!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIVISION PLACE (20-29 year olds: both male and female) 31 out of 53 (Not the best, but not last!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENDER PLACE 132 out of 322 (Not to freaking shabby!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIAL PACE TIME: 10:14/mile  (Holy Crap, I almost ran 6 miles per hour!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy with my outcome today.  Unfortunately we don't have pictures because they changed the course on us and I had no way of telling DH so he was in the wrong location to take in progress pictures and by the time he realized it, he didn't get to the finish line on time.  He felt horrible!  I felt so bad for him.  He thought I was going to be upset because there was no one there to cheer me on.  However, I figured he wasn't going to make it so I didn't count on him being there.  I have another race set up for June 1 and since that one starts and finishes in the same place it won't be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot is much better.  I got proper shoes that were fitted for my feet and they did the trick.  No foot pain when I was running this morning.  My foot is a little sore tonight, but nothing I can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-Marathon training continues this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Weights and 1/2 hour eliptical&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 4 mile run outside&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Rest day (I have a conference to attend)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 4 mile treadmill run followed by 6 mile walk (I have to start building up to 13.1 miles)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1 hour eliptical&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Light exercise (tennis or walking with DH)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 6 mile run outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-7311434183970306153?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/7311434183970306153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=7311434183970306153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7311434183970306153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/7311434183970306153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-personal-best.html' title='Another Personal Best!!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4810025867831457788</id><published>2008-05-02T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T05:48:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew...Minor Injury!</title><content type='html'>It appears that I just have a case of tendonitis probably caused by improper shoes.  I did go and buy new shoes but because I have a high arch and run primarily on the outside of my feet I need to have "special" shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor did say as long as I didn't run this week he thinks it should be fine to run on Sunday.  If there is more pain then I need to come back for x-rays but based on the lack of swelling and the fact that I wasn't getting shooting pains that it was most likely NOT a stress fracture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Eugene today and are going to stop in at a local running store there that does gait analysis from a video they shoot while you are running on a treadmill.  From there the figure out the best kind of shoe for you to buy.  So I will most likely be plunking down at least 100$ today, but it is worth it if I want to do this half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...I officially HATE morning workouts.  I was fine after 15 minutes on the eliptical...but the first 15 minutes were HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work...Thank goodness NO kids today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4810025867831457788?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4810025867831457788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4810025867831457788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4810025867831457788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4810025867831457788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/05/phewminor-injury.html' title='Phew...Minor Injury!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-3436775388085943206</id><published>2008-04-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:36:51.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury Update</title><content type='html'>I talked to the athletic trainer at school today and he is pretty certain that it is a small stress fracture. So I am breaking down and going to the doctor tomorrow.  I didn't workout at all yesterday, but did an hour on the eliptical and 1/2 hour on the bike tonight.  The trainer said that wouldn't hurt the foot, so I figured I could keep the legs working towards my run on Sunday.  When I asked him about running on Sunday he said as long as I ice the foot and don't run on it this week that I should be fine for the 5K.  He told me it might hurt, but that since it is a short distance that I probably wouldn't hurt it much more...but that I might not be able to get back to training for a week or two after that.  I figure as long as I keep elipticalling (Yeah...don't know if that is a word) and biking that I can keep my legs in shape and hopefully not lose too much ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am exhausted.  Our sleep schedules have changed and we are getting up at 3:30 AM now because of DH's new job. Plus it is grading week at school so it has been pure hell!  I will be glad when tomorrow is over and I get a break from the kids.  I need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-3436775388085943206?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/3436775388085943206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=3436775388085943206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3436775388085943206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/3436775388085943206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/injury-update.html' title='Injury Update'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-4632515246095646356</id><published>2008-04-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:42:42.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Advice</title><content type='html'>Okay so my foot hurts REALLY bad.  I am going to go to the gym tonight and try the eliptical.  If I can't do that I am going to ride the bike, but there is something that I want you to think about.  I HAVE to do the run on Sunday.  I paid for it and I am determined to do it.  But more important then that I HAVE to do the marathon in Sunriver.  Not because of money, not because of pride, but because it is something I have to do for me.  That is my moment and my time.  That is my gift to me for everything I have gone through.   What I would like you to think about is this...I either want to run the entire 1/2 marathon or run/walk the full marathon.  If I can't run the whole thing I am going to feel like I didn't accomplish what I wanted.  Or do you think that I would be more likely to be successful running/walking the full marathon.  I can tell you right now that if I finish the entire marathon I will feel like I accomplished a goal even if I don't run the entire thing.  We have to consider the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 marathon - running (much shorter distances but running the entire time)&lt;br /&gt; Full marathon - combo walking/running (much longer distances, but can do cross training: walking/running/biking/elipticalling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate goal is to run a full marathon next year, but I am wondering if I am pushing myself too fast and too hard to get to the 1/2 marathon.  Or am I just being a pansy and just need to run through the pain?  I don't want to make excuses, but I want to be realistic and not set myself up for failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4632515246095646356?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4632515246095646356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4632515246095646356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4632515246095646356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4632515246095646356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-advice.html' title='Need Advice'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-1917523373771774552</id><published>2008-04-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:28:19.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good...NOT GOOD!</title><content type='html'>Okay first injury of the marathon career and it couldn't have come at a worse time.  I WILL be under 30 at the Eugene 5K.  My foot is killing me.  Best case scenario...just a mild bruise or sprain...worse case...stress fracture.  Nah...Can't be that.  No I am not going to the doctor because I am stubborn and I don't want them telling me not to run on it.  However I do have a plan for this week so that I can stay working out and take some of the force off of the foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Bike 1-1.5 hours....no stress on the foot&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Eliptical ... Little more stress on the foot, but not high impact 1-1.5 hours (This was supposed to be my 5 mile day :(&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Eliptical ...1.5-2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Rest&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Walk 3 miles&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Run that damn 5K in less than 30 minutes.  What is a little pain right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did run 3.25 miles tonight before I pulled up from the pain.  It was a TERRIBLE run though.  I battled through the pain for at least the last 2 miles and I tried to wear my belt with water bottle, but it is just too cumbersome.  I don't like it.  So top that with 70+ degree weather (have never run in anything that warm before) and this run pretty much sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1917523373771774552?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1917523373771774552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1917523373771774552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1917523373771774552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1917523373771774552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-goodnot-good.html' title='Not Good...NOT GOOD!'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4669060129204289773</id><published>2008-04-26T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:21.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished First 5K Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SBQIpFbickI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kn1ymo1bVtc/s1600-h/Redmond+Fun+Run+5K.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I finished! Ran the whole way and finished with a personal best...34:30. The best I had done before was around 40:00 minutes. And I found out that my pedometer is miscalculating so when I thought that I was running 3 miles in the Dry Canyon, I was actually running 4!! The pictures aren't perfectly clear, but they will definetly work as a souveneir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SBQIylbiclI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9mr-mx0PyI/s1600-h/Redmond+Fun+Run+5K.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193785935399121490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SBQIylbiclI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9mr-mx0PyI/s400/Redmond+Fun+Run+5K.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were running on the new Highway 97 bypass that is to open to northboud traffic on Monday. To celebrate "Running the Re-Route" they gave us all commemerative t-shirts that were BRIGHT orange. We probably looked like escape convicts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is the Eugene Marathon's 5K run. Looking very forward to that one. It will be beautiful scenery and lower altitude, so I am hoping for less than an 11:00 minute mile. Next weekend's goal is less than 33:00 minutes, but in reality, I would like to be under 30. Don't know if it is possible but I am going to push myself this week. I got brand new shoes yesterday and they made a world of difference. My knees are not nearly as sore. I have a sore spot on my foot, but it didn't cause me any problems today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4669060129204289773?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4669060129204289773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4669060129204289773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4669060129204289773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4669060129204289773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished-first-5k-race.html' title='Finished First 5K Race'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SBQIylbiclI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9mr-mx0PyI/s72-c/Redmond+Fun+Run+5K.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-6771178792493782080</id><published>2008-04-24T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:44:39.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/24/08</title><content type='html'>Well I did run those 4 miles tonight!  HOLY CRAP, that is a long ways.  Not to mention...I was sweating like a stuffed pig!  My hair, shirt, and sports bra looked more like I SWAM 4 miles instead of running it!  Thank goodness tomorrow is a rest day followed by my first road race on Saturday.  Will post pictures then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-6771178792493782080?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/6771178792493782080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=6771178792493782080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6771178792493782080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/6771178792493782080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/42408.html' title='4/24/08'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4778803529327455054</id><published>2008-04-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:31:27.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Demons</title><content type='html'>Today was just one of those days. The type of day that makes me think that I am never going to win this battle. I ate all the right foods, in the right proportions but mentally I always think that I am doing it wrong, that I am going to screw up and pile the weight right back on. I never want to be there again. I don't want to be hidden underneath 90+ pounds of fat. I have not found anyone on my online support group or my inperson support group that is at maintenance yet. The people at the in person support group are cycling in their weightloss. They have lost to goal, then gained weight, then lost it, and are constantly "dieting". I don't want that. WHy is it is so damn hard to just figure out how many calories one needs in order to survive??? Just give me a damn number and I will eat that amount and that amount only. I LIVE FOR RULES! I have so many people telling me that I need to stop losing weight (some for medical reasons with the TT). For the most part my friends/co-workers are thinking that I am getting too thin. Well I am no skin and bones that is for damn sure. I am pretty positive that people who didn't know me prior to my weight loss would not think I am too skinny, but when you are used to seeing me walking around as big as an elephant, yeah I probably do look small. I get really frustrated when people say "I WISH I had that problem". That is what I am getting from a lot of people who are still losing weight, or need to lose weight. I look at them and say...I hope you never do have this problem. It frustrates the hell out of me that people dismiss what I am going through because it is a good problem to have. Yes, I am eccstatic that I have lost all this weight and gotten to where I am, but damnit this is an issue to, and if you don't know how to show support or give advice, fine, but don't minimalize my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week there has been excitement stepping on that scale and seeing it go down. I have not had one week where it has not gone down at least .5 pounds. Now I am supposed to get on that damn scale and be EXCITED when it doesn't move. Screw that! I am hoping that the tummy tuck will help some of the body image issues, because as you can see from the picture below, I look hideous. However, I dont' think it will. I am so obsessive about my calories. I weigh and measure everything that goes in my mouth. Right now I just had some tomatoes with dinner and I am trying to figure out about how many I ate because I didn't weigh them. I know STUPID. But when you have come this far, the mere thought of going back to that 250 pounds person is the scariest thing that could happen. I would rather be killed in some sort of horrific accident that every become that person that was buried under all that fat. I know what it is like to live life now and not feel like you are dissapointing everyone because all you can do is shove food in your mouth and look like a beached whale. I don't want to be that person that can't fit in the rides at an amusement park or can barely walk around all day without agonizing pain. Disney World was a blast when I went, but I can't even tell you how miserable I was inside (But yes Tina, if you are reading this, I still did have a great time). But now I want to go back because I could walk Epcot 93 times and not blink an eye. So when everyone is freaking out because I count calories feverishly and telling me to chill all the time, it does get frustrating. When people tell me ...it is okay to gain a pound here or there, well...I did that...I gained a pound here or there until I was morbidly obese. As my band mommy told me today "we want to be winners" and when I see a gain on that scale, I am not going to feel like a winner...and I am afraid as to how I will handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that someday this new maintenance eating will become just as second nature as the weightloss portion. But right now this is the toughest mental thing I have ever gone through. Well I am going to my exercise therapy (running 4 miles tonight. YIKES!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4778803529327455054?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4778803529327455054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4778803529327455054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4778803529327455054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4778803529327455054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-demons.html' title='Food Demons'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-1783013766632919482</id><published>2008-04-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:33:05.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/23/08</title><content type='html'>My car key had a nice three mile run tonight safely tied to my shoelace. It begged me not to leave it behind again so I promised that I would always keep it tied someplace that it wouldn't get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1783013766632919482?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1783013766632919482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1783013766632919482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1783013766632919482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1783013766632919482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-car-key-had-nice-three-mile-run.html' title='4/23/08'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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-8192166450303547224.post-4626004776255305523</id><published>2008-04-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:21.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those that haven't seen the before and after pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SA1Zc1bicjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4XOcQramQzY/s1600-h/7.5+month+pics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191904297341841970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SA1Zc1bicjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4XOcQramQzY/s320/7.5+month+pics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who may not have seen the before and after pics, I thought I would put these on here so you can see what morbidly obese and merely overweight look like!  Since the picture I have lost another 16 pounds!  Oh yeah and I bought three new t-shirts at Wal-mart last night...Mmmm yeah they would be size SMALL!  Last time I wore that I had to have been an infant!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-4626004776255305523?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/4626004776255305523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=4626004776255305523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4626004776255305523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/4626004776255305523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-those-that-havent-seen-before-and.html' title='For those that haven&apos;t seen the before and after pics'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SA1Zc1bicjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4XOcQramQzY/s72-c/7.5+month+pics.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1273724904896508318</id><published>2008-04-21T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:28:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Training Begins</title><content type='html'>Most of you know a little about my journey from morbid obesity to my current status as "overweight". According to the BMI charts I am still 11 pounds away from being a "normal" weight, but I could care less what the stupid chart says. I am NO LONGER fat! Thank goodness! It only took 17000$, a total lifestyle change, 12 wardrobe changes, and an unbelievable dedication to ME to get there. So as I approached my bandiversary (1 year anniversary of being banded) I wanted to do something special. There was a thread on the lap-band support group site that I post on that asked what people did to celebrate! Of course the one thing that always comes to people's mind when they think about celebrations is .... you got it...FOOD! Well that seemed a little counterproductive to me. So I thought "What could I do that could really show myself how far I have come and how proud of my progress I am!" Ahhh...yes I could run a half marathon. You ask why not a full marathon...You do know that is 26.2 miles right? Well I haven't been running for that long so I figured I would set a goal that would be attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I have done so far...&lt;br /&gt;Ran my first 5K on a treadmill on April 16th&lt;br /&gt;Ran my first 5K outside on April 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Redmond 5K fun run Saturday, April 26&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Marathon's 5K run Sunday May 4&lt;br /&gt;Sunriver Half-Marathon Saturday, June 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially started the training today and it was QUITE an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;First it is tougher outside than it is on the treadmill. On the treadmill you have to make a concious effort to slow down the speed to a walk. Outside it is sheer will power. I read some place that a marathon is a test of the mind not the body. I AGREE!!!! I made it, and I didn't do too bad considering that I was in a panic on the entire second half of the run. I run what is called the Dry Canyon. It is 1.5 miles each strech and when I got to the turn around I went to check my stopwatch that was in my pocket to see my time. Well my car key was SUPPOSED to be attached to that watch and it wasn't! So I had to run back not knowing where I had dropped the key, whether my car would even be there when I got back, and freaking out how I was going to get in my house! I only live about a mile from the canyon, but I had locked the rest of my keys in the car and just took my car key with me! Then I remembered that there was this very polite elderly woman who told me to go ahead of her because she didn't want her to slow me down and so I had quickly shoved the stopwatch in my pocket. I figured that the key disattached at that point and that it was probably on the ground at the beginning of the trail...WHICH IS ON A VERY BUSY ROAD NEXT TO A SKATE PARK. I remembered this encounter about a quarter of the way back and I don't know whether to be relieved because I know where it most likely fell out of my pocket, or panicked because who knows who could have picked up the key and driven off with my wallet, car keys...and oh yeah MY CAR!Well panicking doesn't do much for the heart rate and breathing...both of which you are supposed to keep even. I was swearing, on the verge of tears and FRUSTRATED! But I made my 3 miles AND found my car key right where I figured it had to be. So now I have to figure out a different way to attach that dang key to the stop watch because I don't want to go through that again. I seriously ran 1.5 miles looking down at the ground for the key. Hunched over is not good for the breathing.So my first training day was certainly memorable. It can only get better from here! Well until the day that I have to force myself to run 12 miles on my own. The 13.1 miles on race day will be easier because you will have the adrenaline of the people cheering you on. But training...never fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to try and update this regularly. I invite you to read it, but I have to forewarn you that this will not all be roses! There will be days when I am not going to be postive! But please feel free to leave comments. I know I am not very good at responding to emails but, hopefully this will give you a glance at what life is like AFTER taking a LONG trip into morbid obesity and fighting my way back!  Hopefully you will then understand where all of my attention has gone during the last 8 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1273724904896508318?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1273724904896508318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1273724904896508318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1273724904896508318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1273724904896508318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/marathon-training-begins.html' title='Marathon Training Begins'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192166450303547224.post-1944599985030094820</id><published>2008-04-09T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:21.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why waste time?</title><content type='html'>So it was just a few weeks ago that I even considered taking the plunge into the land of plastic surgery...and today I had my second and last consultation. All of the docs (including my lap band doc) said that there was NO way this flabby belly was going away without the hand and knife of a surgeon. Yet another reason to not be fat for 20 years! So I am posting the before pictures so that I can follow the process. These pics were taken about 1 month ago and it has gotten worse since then. I know you ask how could it get worse? Well if they ever need a recast for Jabba-the Hut in Star Wars, I could easily fill in as his SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/R_2ieSU88QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p98tsUt4OyE/s1600-h/Belly+flab.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SAI4mA9hOMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Fa8n7sJRklQ/s1600-h/Belly+flab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188771946428446914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SAI4mA9hOMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Fa8n7sJRklQ/s320/Belly+flab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey so far has NOT been an easy one. My lap-band surgery preparation was a breeze...decided to have the surgery, got financed the same day, set up the appt and surgery date in ONE phone call, had the consultation 3 weeks later, and surgery within 24 hours following that. No hassles, no weird doctors jacking up the price, just smooth sailing. NOT SO MUCH with this one.&lt;br /&gt;1. Got financing through a company that only uses specific doctors.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw doctor in Portland...he said NO because it was too far away&lt;br /&gt;3. Found that I could stay with with friends in Salem&lt;br /&gt;4. Doc said still thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;5. Got financing through another company but it won't cover ALL the costs&lt;br /&gt;6. Schedule appt with new doc in MAY!&lt;br /&gt;7. Original doctor says yes!&lt;br /&gt;8. Financing company says doc raised price 5000$&lt;br /&gt;9. Got the new PS to move up consultation and see me TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;10. Met with second doc who is FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;11. Paid down payment and set surgery for July 3!&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 through 11 took place in LESS THAN ONE WEEK! It is no wonder that I am CRAZY! OH yeah then throw in the fact that I got married the day after step 2 and you can just picture my mental state. Just kidding on that one. New hubby is the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;So I am scheduled for an exteded tummy tuck, with vertical T-incision, and a mons lift (google that one, but not at work!) She estimates the time of surgery to be SIX HOURS! Fortunately for me it will feel like 2 minutes! Not so much for those waiting in the waiting room! Hopefully he brings a good book.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is to keep you all updated as I am not very good at responding to individual emails. Though if you email me I will try to get back to you. I am just very busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192166450303547224-1944599985030094820?l=salsa1877.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/feeds/1944599985030094820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8192166450303547224&amp;postID=1944599985030094820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1944599985030094820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192166450303547224/posts/default/1944599985030094820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsa1877.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-waste-time-so-it-was-just-few-weeks.html' title='Why waste time?'/><author><name>salsa1877</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08560007957119299045</uri><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/_2CNa2Pa3FwE/SAI4mA9hOMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Fa8n7sJRklQ/s72-c/Belly+flab.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
