<?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-3753798755167224808</id><updated>2011-08-09T20:37:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used to Be an Athlete!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-7268678424241580559</id><published>2011-06-27T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:03:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Enjoy an Adult Beverage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal.asp?id=RLEFFERTS"&gt;I Enjoy an Adult Beverage!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-7268678424241580559?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal.asp?id=RLEFFERTS' title='I Enjoy an Adult Beverage!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/7268678424241580559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=7268678424241580559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7268678424241580559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7268678424241580559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-enjoy-adult-beverage.html' title='I Enjoy an Adult Beverage!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-2794057250859341378</id><published>2009-11-16T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:43:03.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iiiiiiii"mmmm Baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SwE5nHfIvII/AAAAAAAACHY/2J4OtVpvBfU/s1600/Duncan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404664372008631426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SwE5nHfIvII/AAAAAAAACHY/2J4OtVpvBfU/s320/Duncan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, not only was I not exercising last fall/winter, but then I went and got myself pregnant!  It was a long, hard pregnancy.  I was crazy sick - I needed meds delivered via a pump!  Then, at my 20 week ultrasound they saw that my peanut had a pretty severe cleft lip and palate.  Finally, I went into premature labor and had to go on bedrest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Duncan was born only 10 days early and is doing great!  His clefts are bad, but he is eating well and gaining weight.  Now I need to eat well and NOT gain weight.  I plan to get back on the wagon.  You should plan to see me there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3753798755167224808-2794057250859341378?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/2794057250859341378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=2794057250859341378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2794057250859341378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2794057250859341378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2009/11/iiiiiiiimmmm-baaaaaack.html' title='Iiiiiiii&quot;mmmm Baaaaaack!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SwE5nHfIvII/AAAAAAAACHY/2J4OtVpvBfU/s72-c/Duncan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-4896870791011881096</id><published>2008-11-23T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:05:38.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Coca Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSnDMJ4egQI/AAAAAAAAB1I/N1-S5DdyfHM/s1600-h/brands_product-shot_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSnDMJ4egQI/AAAAAAAAB1I/N1-S5DdyfHM/s320/brands_product-shot_large.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271959452392521986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as I want it to be true that this tastes just like real Coke, it doesn't.  People who say that are liars.  Harsh?  Ok, then maybe they're just delusional.  Regardless, I am a 30(ish) year Coke veteran.  I was pissed when New Coke came out, and oh-so-relieved when Coke Classic came out.  Diet Coke sucks.  I'm sorry if you disagree.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Coke is my one true downfall, and I don't think it's something I can enjoy in moderation.  I want a Super Big Gulp of the stuff, RIGHT NOW!  This water crap ain't cutting it either.  I may just use up all my weekly bonus points on Coke.  It's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me, whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-4896870791011881096?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/4896870791011881096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=4896870791011881096' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/4896870791011881096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/4896870791011881096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-coca-cola.html' title='I Miss Coca Cola'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSnDMJ4egQI/AAAAAAAAB1I/N1-S5DdyfHM/s72-c/brands_product-shot_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-2029158205170796142</id><published>2008-11-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:14:52.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSYmYrf8KxI/AAAAAAAAB1A/9GKxTcAcCPI/s1600-h/zitibake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942619319151378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSYmYrf8KxI/AAAAAAAAB1A/9GKxTcAcCPI/s320/zitibake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was parent-teacher conference day where I work.  Contractually, since we must stay they must feed us.  Every year they feed us the same thing.  Ziti, chicken, bread, soda.  So that's what I had.  All of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?!  Tomorrow is weigh-in!  I did so well yesterday.  It was my first day back at work after 7 weeks off due to back surgery.  Being on a schedule made it so much easier to eat well!  At the end of the night, I still had half a point left!  Not so today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow morning I will see how it goes...  Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-2029158205170796142?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/2029158205170796142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=2029158205170796142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2029158205170796142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2029158205170796142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SSYmYrf8KxI/AAAAAAAAB1A/9GKxTcAcCPI/s72-c/zitibake3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-2964592864792391537</id><published>2008-11-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:04:04.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Has a Baby in Her Belly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SR7WDfgYXaI/AAAAAAAABzg/gpenpgo6jvE/s1600-h/belly-fat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268883969555324322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SR7WDfgYXaI/AAAAAAAABzg/gpenpgo6jvE/s320/belly-fat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No she doesn't.  She's just fat.  Of course, I don't say that to my daughter.  I certainly don't ever want her to hear me call myself fat.  I want her to have a healthy body image.  I'm trying to get one of those, myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly fat seems to be the most dangerous, and I have a good deal of it.  Again, this is NOT me in the pic.  I aspire to that little bit 'o belly fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to up my activity today.  Really, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-2964592864792391537?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/2964592864792391537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=2964592864792391537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2964592864792391537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2964592864792391537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-has-baby-in-her-belly.html' title='Mommy Has a Baby in Her Belly!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SR7WDfgYXaI/AAAAAAAABzg/gpenpgo6jvE/s72-c/belly-fat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-5133981972032153223</id><published>2008-11-13T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:14:01.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRw_swshU9I/AAAAAAAABzY/crouAnzVNg0/s1600-h/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155702335067090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRw_swshU9I/AAAAAAAABzY/crouAnzVNg0/s320/scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see the number on this scale.  Yeah, it's not my scale.  I am 5'9" and Weight Watchers says a healthy weight for me is between 135 and 169.  I haven't been 135 since middle school.  I remember being 140 in HS, and thinking I was fat.  HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so laughing aside, I really do need to get to a healthier weight.  169 would put me at a BMI just at 25, so not even "normal weight" if we're labeling here.  135 would put me almost "underweight" but ok.  HAHA!  Me, underweight.  Whatever.  Anyway.  I am currently not in the "overweight" category.  Oh no, not me!  I have achieved "obese" status.  Such an achievement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think part of my problem is that, while I certainly look overweight, I do not look obese.  If I wait until I LOOK obese, I may just be too far gone.  I will be merely overweight once I lose 10% of my current weight.  Jeez!  That said, I need to do this!  I am a horrible example to my kids.  I simply cannot be healthy at this weight.  The time is now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rejoined WW last week, but have been exceeding my points all week!  I see a glaring red number at the top of my screen at the end of every day.  However, I AM journaling everything.  I will continue, and chip away at the excess points.  I will increase my activity points.  Next week, I hope to not have any (or at least a lot less) red days.  I may not do it all immediately, but I will not quit.  Each week WILL be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-5133981972032153223?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/5133981972032153223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=5133981972032153223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/5133981972032153223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/5133981972032153223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/bmi.html' title='BMI'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRw_swshU9I/AAAAAAAABzY/crouAnzVNg0/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-600452759209915395</id><published>2008-11-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:54:04.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Get My Sh*t Together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRo2rZpE6_I/AAAAAAAABzQ/ldrY_xlN0CY/s1600-h/peanutButter_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267582833408666610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRo2rZpE6_I/AAAAAAAABzQ/ldrY_xlN0CY/s320/peanutButter_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hard to tell, but that's a Peanut Butter Perfection, from Cold Stone Creamery.  I had one today.  What the hell is wrong with me?!  I'd have to work out a &lt;em&gt;ludicrous&lt;/em&gt; amount of time to work that off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for weigh-in on Friday.  Woo-freakin'-hoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-600452759209915395?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/600452759209915395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=600452759209915395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/600452759209915395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/600452759209915395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-get-my-sht-together.html' title='I Need to Get My Sh*t Together!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRo2rZpE6_I/AAAAAAAABzQ/ldrY_xlN0CY/s72-c/peanutButter_sm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-3921693026015343067</id><published>2008-11-10T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:18:07.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRhbAGcwRWI/AAAAAAAABzI/OccRIPKu3LA/s1600-h/treadmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267059821499139426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRhbAGcwRWI/AAAAAAAABzI/OccRIPKu3LA/s320/treadmill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I finally got back on the treadmill. I have such a love/hate relationship with it! As a kid, I was a runner. I ran, while my mom drove 100 yards at a time. I ran road races, and did well. For the life of me, I can't remember how it started. If I had to guess, I'd say I ran a fun-run at the local fair, and my mom just started signing me up for other races because I was decent at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I continued to run in high school. I ran cross country, and was good. I was always first or second on my team, and very often came in the top 3 at meets. Then came college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did not run in college. I ate. I worked. I took 5 years of classwork in 4 1/2 years. I rarely ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Running is the only activity that peels weight off of me, but I need the competitive aspect of it. I also need the social aspect of it. A few years ago, I convinced many of my fellow weight watchers that running was a magic bullet. We trained and ran in a few races. A few went on to hit their goal weight. They all credit me for being a key motivator in their endeavor to run, and thus, lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I quit running and regained my weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now, here I am. I have just had back surgery, so I can't run yet. I CAN walk, but am having such trouble. It's so damn BORING. I need to run, so I can register for a race. Then I will have my own time to compete against. Plus, I will see my stats in age-range lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But these are all just excuses. I have never LOVED running. I do feel great at the end of a run. I am always so proud of myself when I'm done. When I am consistent, I am happy about how I look and feel. But I don't love it. It is a drag every single day. So, I suppose walking will be to. I need the support of my e-friends to nudge me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-3921693026015343067?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/3921693026015343067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=3921693026015343067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3921693026015343067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3921693026015343067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SRhbAGcwRWI/AAAAAAAABzI/OccRIPKu3LA/s72-c/treadmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-3948449659215880907</id><published>2008-11-08T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:53:03.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Off the Treadmill</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm in the red for points, so I have no option but to exercise.  Ugh.  iPod is charging, and I'll be on my way, as soon as I drag my body from this chair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-3948449659215880907?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/3948449659215880907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=3948449659215880907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3948449659215880907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3948449659215880907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/cleaning-off-treadmill.html' title='Cleaning Off the Treadmill'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-3001554597444333953</id><published>2008-11-04T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:14:24.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SREdl0MxhWI/AAAAAAAAByo/SU9Mu3rLEVw/s1600-h/preident2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021974877406562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SREdl0MxhWI/AAAAAAAAByo/SU9Mu3rLEVw/s320/preident2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SREc1zk8D-I/AAAAAAAAByg/rBv93Od_GhM/s1600-h/president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021150076604386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SREc1zk8D-I/AAAAAAAAByg/rBv93Od_GhM/s320/president.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3753798755167224808-3001554597444333953?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/3001554597444333953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=3001554597444333953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3001554597444333953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3001554597444333953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-era-begins.html' title='A New Era Begins'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HL8X9QM495M/SREdl0MxhWI/AAAAAAAAByo/SU9Mu3rLEVw/s72-c/preident2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-7294411046726193525</id><published>2008-11-04T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:32:17.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vote Counts!</title><content type='html'>So far, pushing that button is all the exercise I've gotten today, but the day is young.  I'm gonna clear off the treadmill, lol, since I seem to have issues getting outside.  At least I can watch some TV while I "work out".  I think I need to get up before the kids.  When I start the day well, it's always easier to stay on track.  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-7294411046726193525?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/7294411046726193525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=7294411046726193525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7294411046726193525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7294411046726193525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-vote-counts.html' title='My Vote Counts!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-6994731241547496455</id><published>2008-11-03T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:37:40.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water Everywhere</title><content type='html'>You'd think a girl with one kidney would be better about her water intake.  Not so!  Thankfully, the folks twweting on wwtweets are reminding me!  I am only halfway through today's water, and I can feel that my bladder is out of dieting shape!  Once I get used to this amount of water again I'm sure I won't need to stay within 10 feet of a bathroom!  For today, though, I may just need to change my underwear before the day is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-6994731241547496455?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/6994731241547496455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=6994731241547496455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/6994731241547496455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/6994731241547496455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water Everywhere'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-2156615381765554271</id><published>2008-11-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:51:53.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Candy's Gotta Go</title><content type='html'>I'm torn between letting my children gorge themselves and become sick, followed by fat, just to get it outta here faster.  I'm sending some to my husband's office tomorrow.  The kids ARE having dessert after lunch and dinner this week, just to hasten the process.  I'm also just throwing some out, a little at a time so no one notices.  I'm dead when they can count and inventory this stuff better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-2156615381765554271?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/2156615381765554271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=2156615381765554271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2156615381765554271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2156615381765554271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-candys-gotta-go.html' title='This Candy&apos;s Gotta Go'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-4069010941668246259</id><published>2008-11-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:59:12.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>So, that much walking 4 weeks after back surgery wasn't wise.  I figure the activity points may help alleviate the points consumed at the pre- and post- Trick-or-treating.  Of course, now I'm too sore to work up any AP today.  Hmmm.  Add to that the problem of all the Halloween candy around this place, and I may just be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not.  I can do this.  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-4069010941668246259?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/4069010941668246259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=4069010941668246259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/4069010941668246259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/4069010941668246259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-idea.html' title='A Bad Idea'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-2146646708308035114</id><published>2008-10-31T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:39:23.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Serious...</title><content type='html'>I really think that walking the nighborhood with the kids while they trick-or-treat is worth a whole bunch of activity points (WeightWatchers).  Also, I think that any beer consumed while on that walk should be counted as point-free!  Seriously, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is when I decide to lose some weight?  Only an idiot starts right at the beginning of eating season.  Hey, that's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-2146646708308035114?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/2146646708308035114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=2146646708308035114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2146646708308035114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/2146646708308035114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-serious.html' title='I&apos;m Serious...'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-7672236863211462676</id><published>2008-10-30T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:35:21.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Surgery says: Lose Weight, Dammit!</title><content type='html'>So, I am walking again.  It seems that is all I'll be allowed to do.  So I will walk fast, as soon as I'm cleared.  Luckily, I have gained no weight since the surgery (Oct. 1).  That said, I don't think this is a gooed weight in general, let alone for my ancient, lol, back.  Tomorrow morning, I reactivate my WW online account.  I'd have done it sooner, but I've been leery that I could do it post-surgery.  Seeing as I'm maintaining, albeit at a ludicrous weight, I see I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW attempt #11?  Let's hope this is our last encounter before I am a lifetime, at-goal member.  I'll drink to that tonight, at my last non-WW meal, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-7672236863211462676?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/7672236863211462676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=7672236863211462676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7672236863211462676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/7672236863211462676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-surgery-says-lose-weight-dammit.html' title='Back Surgery says: Lose Weight, Dammit!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-5592188790408306119</id><published>2008-06-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:43:16.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so things petered out there in January.  I gained no weight.  I joined Weight Watchers (online), again.  I lost no weight.  Granted, after paying for 3 months, I proceeded to not follow the plan whatsoever.  Finally, while drinking wine on my friend's deck, I began to reminisce about when we used to get up at the crack of dawn to jog.  This was just last fall, or maybe the fall of 2006???  Anyway, she said we should start again, but walking - her knees hurt.  We started that next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a very hilly neighborhood.  Very, very hilly.  My girlfriend Eileen is nervous even driving here (she's a city girl).  My legs were KILLING me that first day.  That first week I skipped a day on account of rain.  Karen went, and her husband mocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now in week 3.  Tomorrow is Karen's birthday, so I suggested that we take the day off.  She agreed, but we'll be back on Thursday.  I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even log onto WW tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-5592188790408306119?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/5592188790408306119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=5592188790408306119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/5592188790408306119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/5592188790408306119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-3833758933899297858</id><published>2008-01-05T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:54:14.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>Riiiighhhhht.  So far, this isn't working out so well.  However, I am still here on the blog.  I did skip last night.  It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so I could barely even bring my arms out from under the blanket to eat my piece of cake!  Needless to say, instead of watching the new "Friday Night Lights" while on the treadmill, I watched it from the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, and I really have high hopes.  I have cleaned up a bit.  I will take the Christmas stuff down, then I will get outside for a walk with the kids!  It's gorgeous out!  I'll check back later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-3833758933899297858?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/3833758933899297858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=3833758933899297858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3833758933899297858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/3833758933899297858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-6209633517065580792</id><published>2008-01-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:24:06.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm, OK</title><content type='html'>So, maybe I'll start off slower than I thought.  Every other day?  I am just so worn down by life!  Hopefully this blog will keep me accountable.  Tomorrow I will!  I swear.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-6209633517065580792?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/6209633517065580792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=6209633517065580792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/6209633517065580792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/6209633517065580792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/01/ummm-ok.html' title='Ummm, OK'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-1629248866812872421</id><published>2008-01-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:42:08.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One on the Tready</title><content type='html'>So, I weighed myself this morning.  Ugh.  Not the worst it's ever been, but within 15 pounds of the worst.  So, after work today I picked up the kids, got them settled with some snacks and activities, then hopped on the treadmill with Oprah.  I only did 20 minutes, as it was all Anya would allow.  It was also only at 2.5 mph, so I only did 0.76 mile, but it's a start!  I did use the cross-country arms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll get up before the kids and do it in the morning.  I think I'll go for 20 minutes a day for this week.  It's best to keep it easy in the beginning.  I really want to make a life change.  I want my kids to have an active mom!  I need to be a good role model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this week I'll scan the &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; picture of me with my class.  It'll serve as a "before" picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-1629248866812872421?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/1629248866812872421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=1629248866812872421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/1629248866812872421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/1629248866812872421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-one-on-tready.html' title='Day One on the Tready'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753798755167224808.post-8511685815120546644</id><published>2008-01-01T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:10:52.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>Arrrgggg.  I have been sitting on my ass for the better part of the day watching a marathon of the second season of "The Biggest Loser."  I feel pathetic.  I know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I need to do, I am simply to wiped out to do it.  Of course, the more overweight I become, the more tired I am and the less likely I am to do anything about it.  Resolutions simply don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we just rearranged the basement to make room for all the toys, etc. for when Scott starts on Ian's new bedroom.  We moved the treadmill within range of the TV.  Between my renewed interest in the tready and this new season of partners "Loser," I'm ready to try yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a New Years edition of Runners' World Online, and one of the suggestions to keep motivated was to keep a blog.  So, here it is.  I'm not linking it to my main one yet, because I need to get my feet under me for a bit before I let the family and friends in on this venture.  Lord knows I've lost and regained the same 30 pounds more times than I can count.  I'm going to start with the exercise at first.  I've always found that to be the easiest part.  Plus, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love food.  But I'll get there.  Anyway, I always feel like I need to have something else to tweak when I start to plateau.  So, tomorrow I'll walk.  I'll take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there, drop me a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753798755167224808-8511685815120546644?l=iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/feeds/8511685815120546644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753798755167224808&amp;postID=8511685815120546644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/8511685815120546644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753798755167224808/posts/default/8511685815120546644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtobeanathlete.blogspot.com/2008/01/biggest-loser.html' title='The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Regan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZPuI0Dl2fg/TkH80Hx6-HI/AAAAAAAACKc/lYybO6JNwUg/s220/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
