<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:57:48.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Looking Glass</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey starts with a single step.  Take that first step with me today.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-107014256661232794</id><published>2003-11-29T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T15:50:01.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Well, I have had it with blogger.  I have not been able to upgrade my account since June, and it is just not meeting my needs.  The new journal is located &lt;a href="http://utzkari.diaryland.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  I have also changed my sites name to "Lust for Life - not for food" since the Looking Glass thing was getting to be old hat.  I have also revamped my &lt;a href="http://karilookingglass.bravepages.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; to match the blog, so if you get a chance, check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-107014256661232794?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/107014256661232794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/107014256661232794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107014256661232794' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106968537510941544</id><published>2003-11-24T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T08:54:06.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again!</title><content type='html'>I am sick again.  I went to the &lt;a href="http://kariutz.100megsfree5.com/christma.htm"&gt;Milwaukee Christmas Parade&lt;/a&gt; on Satruday with my Dad and Jamie, and I started getting a sore thoat in the morning, and then we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.keymilwaukee.com/cover_feature.htm"&gt;Holiday Folk Fair&lt;/a&gt;, and I wasn't feeling hot then.  Sunday I was feeling pretty ok, just a touch of a cold, and now today, it is a full blown cold.  At least Jamie had it for one day last week and he seems to be feeling fine.  Anyhow, we all had a really great time and I didn't eat too bad at the Folk Fair.  I did have a piece of Marzipan cake, but the piece wasn't  all that huge.   It was so delicious, it wasn't even funny.  &lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty stressed.  My Grandma had a stroke last Tuesday and after the CAT scan came back, it seems it was a mild stroke.  My Mom spent the weekend up there helping out, and when she came back, she said that Grandma wasn't doing good, and that she doesn't think Grandma is going to be around for long.  She is also recovering form Pneumonia so this recovery period will more than likely last longer than usual for her.  I just hope and pray my Mom is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106968537510941544?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106968537510941544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106968537510941544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968537510941544' title='Sick Again!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106907902314201350</id><published>2003-11-17T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:07:39.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf in Looking Glass Land</title><content type='html'>This entire fall season so far, has been one big train wreck for me.  Yes, I am still attempting to lose weight.  Yes, I do manage, by the skin of me teeth, to keep the weight off, but I continue to bounce between two to three pounds each month.  (As in up a pound, down two pounds, up three pounds, down thee pounds.)  It is very frustrating, and I really do want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a motivation problem, (Like that wasn't obvious for the past year) and find that my one year anniversary with losing weight has come (and sadly gone) with out nary a glance from me.  I think with the holidays coming up, that I really need to buckle down and get serious.  I've been reading &lt;a href="http://robynanderson.com/ofb/"&gt;One Fat BitchyPoo&lt;/a&gt; and she and her husband have lost a combined 300 lbs and they are so motivated.  If you get a chance, check her site out.  (I am thinking of buying Fred's book and checking it out.)  Way to go Robyn and Fred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I lost 3.5 pounds, and I know this week I ate terrible, so hopefully it all didn't pack back on.  We'll see on Tuesday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Ashley in Kentucky for leaving a comment in my guest book.  I had really been considering deleting my site and blog since I felt it was non-productive and not helping.  Your positive comments really changed my mind and motivated me this morning.  Thank you thank you!  For a while I was feeling so alone out there, and just kind of blowing in the wind, but I can see that I'm not!  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106907902314201350?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106907902314201350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106907902314201350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907902314201350' title='New Leaf in Looking Glass Land'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106381021941445575</id><published>2003-09-17T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T09:53:29.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I lost my nice template with blogger.  They implemented a whole bunch of new junk that I won't be using and it reverted my blog to the pink ick.  Aiiieee!  It also crapped out my comments section, links etc.  Thanks a lot blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned that I have also been trying to upgrade to Pro since May and they still aren't taking any new requests.  I may end up going to Diaryland or something with this blog.  We'll see, but I will more than likely be doig something else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106381021941445575?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106381021941445575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106381021941445575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106381021941445575' title='CRAP'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106381013587477799</id><published>2003-09-17T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T09:48:55.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I know I'm going to see a gain this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was rather tight on the pocket book.  How tight you ask?  Well, we literally had $20 for basic grocerys (milk, bread, cheese slices) and gas so Steve could get to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that meant no fresh produce, no nice low fat ingredients/entree's.  We essentially lived on Ramen noodles, Kraft dinner and grilled cheese sandwiches.  I managed for the better part of the week to stay away from the Peanutbutter, but I did break down on Saturday as I was craving it's nutty sweet goodness.  (I really think my body was craving protein and I buckled under the pressuer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure does suck to think about seeing a gain after my nice loss last week.  Sure, I could have starved my self all week long, but I was ready to eat my feet and I gave in and ate what Steve and Jamie ate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I will leave you.  Tonight I have weigh in, so wish me luck!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106381013587477799?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106381013587477799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106381013587477799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106381013587477799' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106319878442455244</id><published>2003-09-10T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T07:59:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I spent a miserable week sick last week, and finally felt better Sunday.  (Yes, Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great part of having a sore throat from hell, is that I wasn't into food all that much.  It was pretty easy to stick to water and other liquids.  (Broth, sugar free Jell-o etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hece my 3.5 pound loss.  Yes, you heard correct.  3.5 pounds. I'm down to 191.5 lbs.  Makes me pretty happy, and also makes me want more and more like that.  My Aunt and Ellen also lost really nice amounts this past week as well.  I think Ellen lost 3 lbs and Aunt Mary lost like a whopping 5lbs.  She is on FIRE!  Serriously.  WTG ANTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after weighing in, we did 15 minutes of WATP and then 20 minutes switching around on the exercise machines in my Aun't s basement.  I did 150 crunches on a reverse ab roller thing.  Ugh.  And then walked/jogged gently on the treadmill for about 10 minutes.  I was feeling pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend should be fun as well.  My nieghbor Pam, her boyfriend is a "Red Foot Hasher" (no, not marajuana but a running club) and they are hosting this months hash.  (Running and beer.  GREAT combination.)  So I am going to run a leg or two of the hash with them, and then head back to the house to help Pam set up the food etc.  Jamie is also going overnight to my parents house, so things should be pretty fun.  I've never run a hash and I understand that the "virgin" of the run gets a bit of ribbing etc.  I don't mind, as long as I'm not forced to do any power drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, keep on losing!  Life is great this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106319878442455244?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106319878442455244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106319878442455244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106319878442455244' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106273115944455119</id><published>2003-09-04T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:05:59.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Common Cold</title><content type='html'>The baby that I'm watching this week is sick, he also gave his cold to Jamie and I.  I cannot begin to tell  you how much this bites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried telling my friend (the Mom) on Tuesday that he was sick and she was convinced he was teething.  (What do I know, I only have a three year old.)  She is sick now too, and appologized, but still brought him over this morning.  If we didn't need the money so bad, I would have told her that I couldn't take him until he was better.  It really didn't matter if he came today since Jamie and I already are sick, but it was the principle of the thing, and the fact that he was miserable and so were we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say thank goodness for Nyquill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.  My nose is chaffed and still running and my throat is on fire.  Argh!  Darn baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106273115944455119?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106273115944455119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106273115944455119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273115944455119' title='The Common Cold'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106258727877999227</id><published>2003-09-03T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T06:07:58.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  Finally over.</title><content type='html'>Well, the great stressor in my life is finally over with!  The wedding was two weekends ago.  It was a really great time, and the dress looked really great once I had it fitted etc.  I was so worked up for NOTHING.  It was quite the two weeks with the bachelorette party, rehearsal, wedding and day after/opening presents, so I took the week off from the internet to just catch my breath and regroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost my one year anniversary of joining Weight Watchers.  September 5th to be exact.  I'm kind of disappointed in my progress, but at least I lost &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.  (And something is better than nothing in my book.)  I officially lost 20 pounds in a year.  Gah!  I did gain the past two months, (stress eating) and really let my self go after the wedding, but I am now back on track and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go and join Weight Watchers officially on Sunday and they weren't open unlike the sign said they would be.  I was pretty disappointed since I really needed a weight watchers "fix" and wasn't able to get it.  Instead I went to my Aunt Mary's and we (A. Mary, A. Kris, Ellen and I) weighed in and started our brand spanking new challenge.    Essentially we put $2 in the pot every week, and if we gain, every half pound costs $0.50.  After I think 4 or 6 weeks, who ever has lost the most weight gets the pot.  They worked it out and it would be $48 and it would have to be spent on something to do with weight loss whether it is new clothes, or exercise stuff or books about nutrition/cooking.  We are pretty excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Mary also explained the new points system and showed me the new material.  Pretty easy.  My new magic number is 24.  Yay!  Anyhow, it sounds pretty straight forward.  She is doing great by the way with her weight watchers.  She is losing like crazy.  Steve couldn't believe how great she looked at the wedding and mentioned it to me the minute I got home. I am also doing the &lt;a href="http://www.alsmemorialrun.com/default.asp"&gt;Al's Memorial Run/Walk&lt;/a&gt; with them (A. Mary/U. Sam) and A. Kris and her two boys.  I don't know who all else is going, but it should be great and it supports Children's Hospital.  Uncle Sam and my cousin Kurt will be running it (5 miles) and us girls and Keith are walking it.  I don't know if we are going the 3 mile or 5 mile course or what.  It should be very interesting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off.  School started this week and the kids will be here in an hour and I am also watching my friend's 10 month old baby for the next couple of weeks.  Let me tell you, things are wild around here.  &lt;grin&gt;  Take care and keep on losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106258727877999227?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106258727877999227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106258727877999227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106258727877999227' title='Whew!  Finally over.'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106087268811760396</id><published>2003-08-14T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T09:56:02.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I decided to cut Jamie's hair.  He has stick straight hair, and it is very thick, so as it grows, he tends to get a little "mop-top" if we don't keep on top of things.  So I buzzed his hair since it looked so nice last time I cut it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the wrong clipper guard and cut it way too short.  How short, you ask?   "Son, you're in the Army now." short.  He wasn't too thrilled to have it done, but it looks so funny sticking out every wich way in a very endearing Nick Cage kind of way when we let it get long.  It was getting out of hand, and it was time to chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had frozen custard last night too.  I'm so bad, but I haven't had ice cream of any sort in so very long.  I can't even remember the last time I had &lt;a href="http://www.explorewisconsin.com/leducs/"&gt;Le Duc's&lt;/a&gt;.  I've been so good on that front (the sweet front) and I decided a little treat wouldn't hurt.  I just need to exercise today.  I hope to be getting the tires today for my bike!  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad absolutely loves LeDuc's and won't eat frozen custard anywhere else.  Jamie's first taste of ice cream at 4 months old was from LeDuc's.  They (My parents) have been going there since I was a very young child.  I remember taking a bath after dinner etc. and then getting into our PJ's and at dusk we would drive the 20 minutes to Wales and get frozen custard and eat sitting outside on this bench that rings a tree.  The bench and tree is still there and it is Jamie's favorite place to sit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new-ish neighbors on the other side of Pam.  The family moved in last summer and neither Pam nor I have had much to do with them.  The parent's got off on the wrong foot right away by making some rude comment to Pam when she introduced herself to them, and I just got glares every time I would wave as I walked by on my walks with Jamie.  So, we just ignore them and they ignore us.  Recently, the Mom has been making overtures to Pam, so hopefully things could lighten up and we all could be friends.  (laughs - too Brady huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have two kids, that are similar in age to Marlena and Ethan, so they play quite a bit together.  The kids are VERY friendly and very polite, which is a great combination in our book.  Well, all 4 of the kids wandered over on Tuesday night, and mind you, I have spoken maybe 20 words to both of the kids in the past year so far since they usually don't play over here, and both kids were jumping with excitement and blurted out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Mom is going to have a baby!"  Oh good Lord!  My mouth fell open and I just blinked a few times.  She is easily in her 40's and the her youngest is 8 years old.  I'll just bet she would be thrilled to know the kids were blabbing that around especially to us.  You couldn't shut the kids up to save their lives.  It just opened up some sort of dam and they blabbed their family secrets for about 15 minutes, and then all 5 kids practiced casting with Jamie's little fishing pole for about an hour.  (No hooks, but a rubber weight so the kids can get the feel of the pole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighborhood gossip.  Ha!  At least our hedges are trimmed now so we don't have the tattle tale patrole (block watch captian) on our butts.  The lady up the block, who has dedided that she and I are going to be grand friends, is the block watch captian.  She doesn't hesitate to comment on our un-shoveled sidewalks the morning after a snowfall, even though you have 24 hours to get it off the walk-ways.  She is starting a new block watch, and wants me to do all these things like speak to everyone and I am not touching it with a 10 foot pole.  I'm with Pam.  We watch each other's homes, we know what is going on, and that is all we need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106087268811760396?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106087268811760396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106087268811760396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106087268811760396' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106077956333490584</id><published>2003-08-13T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:14:12.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spied these at K-Mart yesterday and tried them out.  Slim-Fast now has "Hot Meal Options" out on the market.  (They don't have them listed on their site, so I couldn't post a pic of them.)  They are "Just add water" dry packets that you microwave.  The size of the cooked product is on the "smallish" size, but I added about three cups of steamed zucchini and it was a marvelously huge meal.  They are 4 points per packet and are pretty good.  I bought the Fettuccine Alfredo, but there is Macaroni and Cheese and also a Marinara one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my full web site to match this blogger template.  I have heard from several people that the old sunset graphic at the main page was taking too long to download, so I got rid of it.  &lt;a href="http://karilookingglass.bravepages.com"&gt;Check it out if you get some time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get the bikes fixed.  I need Steve's help, but it has been been so very busy the past couple of days that it has been impossible to get much of anything done.  The rest of the week is open for us, but the weekend is packed full!  Saturday morning we are going to Maxwell Street Days, a huge open air flea market, Saturday evening is the cook out and then wild night out on the town for my cousins bachelorette party.  And then Irish Fest on Sunday.  Whew!  Busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I spoke with a couple that I saw at the farmers market on Sunday about how they like their kiddy cart.  They said it was the greatest thing on the market and that I would never use my car again.  (Ha! I was in Madison, the liberal hippie hot spot of Wisconsin.)  The woman was 9 months pregnant and she said that she uses it all the time and the husband said it was a great cardio work out since you are pulling an additional 30-50 pounds behind you.  It actually has storage behind the kiddy seat that can be accessed from behind for bags (like groceries) and back-packs.  Pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there will be a "pizza delivery guy" stripper arriving some time during the cook out, so my cousin should be mortified.    My cousin wasn't all that keen on the idea, but maid of honor insisted.  (She also had the guts to ask me for a "contribution" even after I voted against the stripper.  To save face I will give $5 but that is it.)  Call me a prude, but I don't get kicks from some strange guy waving his crotch in someone else's face, or my face for that matter.  Don't get me wrong, I appreciate male beauty, just not gyrating buns in my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and OP all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106077956333490584?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106077956333490584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106077956333490584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106077956333490584' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106066322500041653</id><published>2003-08-11T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:40:24.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubb Wiff</title><content type='html'>Today we recieved our $400 child tax relief check.  I can absolutely say that it could not have come at a better time.  We are pretty broke, and I was able to grocery shop and pay some bills.  Wa-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Steve decided to splurge and buy some smoked fish (chubbs.)  I prefer smoked salmon, but he has this thing about chubbs lately.  They are a rather greasy, stinky smoked fish, and it is not boned and rather small, so it is more work than it is worth.  Boy, can they stink up a house fast.  The cat just doesn't know where to sniff first.  Steve likes them, so I don't complain.  But I eat lox every chance I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie has some sort of cold/allergies that is producing copious amounts of snot.  He isn't acting like he has a cold, and Steve has been calling it allergies.  Ugh.  Snot in August.  Can't beat it.  I just pray I don't get it and then infect my cousin just in time for her wedding.  I'll just have to wait and see if I get it.   CRAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106066322500041653?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106066322500041653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106066322500041653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106066322500041653' title='Chubb Wiff'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106061219946904204</id><published>2003-08-11T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:29:59.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, my friend Jessica's Dad gave me a bike and also one of those tow behind kiddy carts.  I don't know what to call them, but they are great.  I can't wait to get new tires on the bike and the cart.  I am so very excited and hope that this means a break in my plateau.  We live right on the Oak Leaf Trail which is 90+ miles of connected bike/walking paths throughout Milwaukee county.  I can't begin to tell you how very excited I am.  Thank you Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Jamie, Michelle, Aunt Kathy and I all went to a huge farmers market in Madison, Wisconsin.  It was a really great market, which rings the capitol building and featured really GREAT produce and other wares.  We met Steve's cousin Jennifer who lives in Madison there and it was so much fun to spend time with everyone.  Jamie had a blast and was very attracted to Jennifer.  She hadn't seen Jamie since he was a baby, so it was a lot of fun for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great part of farmers markets is that most of the food is pretty good for you.  That is if you manage to avoid the bakery/candy stalls.  (Which I mostly did.)  I bought cherries, patty pan squash, Thai egg plant, a salsa verde kit and mushrooms.  I'm pretty adventurous, and I have never had the squash or that type of egg plant before, and man oh man, I am so sad I have been missing out on the patty pans until now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having lunch at Noodles and Company, which was NOT great for the points, but what can a body do?  It was actually very good, a very guilty good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track this week, and OP to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106061219946904204?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106061219946904204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106061219946904204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061219946904204' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106031068442369820</id><published>2003-08-07T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T21:44:44.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I officially LOVE Aveda.  I can truthfully say that today rocked!  I have never had anything done to my face/body before, and it was so great!  The whole thing took about 1 1/2 hours.  I could easily become addicted to getting things done.  My Mom suggested going to the local beauty school and getting things done and I have been spoiled forever.  I told her Aveda or nothing.  She laughed, but hey, it's maybe a once a year treat, so why not get it done right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally pumped about the way my eye brows look too.  I have never really plucked them, but they look so much more nice and neat.  Steve was calling them girly brows.  Why shouldn't I have nice looking brows?  I don't need to have manly brows.  It's not like I had a uni-brow or anything, but it is kind of amazing to me how different they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am one tired girl.  Whew!  Getting Jamie up at 5:15 am is not a treat I am looking forward to tomorrow.  He gets so crabby around lunch time.  We are going swimming at the in-laws, so that at least should be fun.  I hope to get a bunch of laps in so I hope for no rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106031068442369820?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106031068442369820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106031068442369820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106031068442369820' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106025797170871129</id><published>2003-08-07T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T07:12:50.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been making poor food choices the last two days, but things are not spinning madly out of control.  Yet.  (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made ribs and sauerkraut for Steve's birthday diiner - I tried to talk him into something more light, but he insisted.  It is hard to argue with the birthday boy.  He was pleased with the whole dinner, and I was pleased that it turned out well.  Jamie, however was heart broken when it was time for bed.  He thought last night was some grand sleep-over with Michelle.  He was all ready to sleep with her on her inflata-bed, but us girls had movies to watch.  He also got up at 5:45 am which I can probably blame on Steve, but the excitement of having Michelle over was probably the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off for a shower.  Today is Aveda day and tomorow is swimming with the neighbor kids at my in-laws pool, and then Saturday Jamie, Michelle and I are going to a huge farmer's market in Madison.  What I really need is some time to sleep, but I don't think I am going to get that until Sunday morning.  &lt;laughs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got the dress fitted Tuesday evening, and it looks a lot better with it pinned in place.  I have been kind of down about how dumpy I looked, but it is kind of amazing how different a dress looks fitted.  I go next tuesday again to get the length taken off.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and keep on losing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106025797170871129?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106025797170871129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106025797170871129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106025797170871129' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-106009222361779142</id><published>2003-08-05T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T09:03:43.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a pretty good weekend.  Jamie and I went to a farmer's market in Brookfield and bought three pounds of green beans and some Kholorabi (is that how you spell it?) and then spent some time at my parent's house.  On Sunday, we all went to Steve's parents house for swimming and a light lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that I am pretty pleased with swimming 12+ laps.  I could have done much more, but Jamie thought my swimming laps was a game called "Shark!" and I guess I was supposed to get him or something, so I probably did more swimming than I thought.  He paddled around with us in swimming wings and an innertube.  He had a lot of fun, but tells everyone that he doesn't swim very well.  We keep on telling him that he will be able to swim much better as he gets practice, but he is rather skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have my first fitting for the bridesmaids dress.  Ugh!  So that means that I am going to be missing my Aunt's Tuesday exercise night.  I was really looking forward to it too.  I'll just have to take an extra long walk this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Steve's birthday.  I don't have a clue as to what to get him.  Jamie is pretty excited about the whole thing, but we still don't have a gift for him.  Steve's sister is coming for dinner and then staying over-night since she is treating me to a facial (at Aveda) as a late birthday present on Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and keep on losing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-106009222361779142?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106009222361779142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/106009222361779142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009222361779142' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105955892669171760</id><published>2003-07-30T04:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T04:55:26.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh In</title><content type='html'>Last night was quite the pleasant surprise.  I went to my Aunt's house for our weigh in / exercise night.  I lost 3.5 pounds.  I did a fancy "Wendie" plan this last week which consisited of eating a half of Schwanns pizza late Saturday night whilst watching "Young Frankenstien" with Steve.  Just the super high day mid week and then low and high days scattered about.  It really did shake my metabolism up, and gave me great motivation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for a good half hour (If not more...I really don't know.) but I kept up with my Aunt Mary who was walking at a faster clip.  It really got my heart pumping and my legs going.  I really need to watch it with the walking/wearing crappy shoes. I got a blister on the bottom of my foot.  It is feeling better this morning, but was pretty painful.  We all went for SubWay after, and that is always good.   Mmmmmm SubWay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my mother in law hooked on&lt;a href="www.dwlz.com"&gt; Dotti's web site&lt;/a&gt;.  I had shown her the print out I had made of Panera last week and she was so impressed that she had hit the site and was using the restaraunt to guide her in her food choices.  Very cool.  &lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off back to bed.  Just wanted to blog a bit since I had 20 minutes until I had to get Steve up for work.  Keep on losing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105955892669171760?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105955892669171760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105955892669171760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955892669171760' title='Weigh In'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105939771400944796</id><published>2003-07-28T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T08:08:34.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've pretty much decided that I need to "earn" my lunch by getting in at least a half hour of exercise each and every morning.  I have walked at least 4 times this week, which is better than I have done in the past couple of months.  Whew!  I am bound and determined to see a loss tomorow at my Aunt's house.  I WILL see a loss.  (I'm a firm believer in positive thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over the bachelorette/wedding plans with Steve yesterday.  No children are invited, so I have to find a sitter for Jamie  from fron noon to preferably overnight.  Steve's Mom was willing to come here and then leave at Midnight, but that is too late for her to be driving 45 minutes home.  My neighbor does owe me two overnights, but Jamie is such a squirrel in the mornings, I really wouldn't wish him upon them, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, I must make my morning coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105939771400944796?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105939771400944796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105939771400944796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939771400944796' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105932736621604771</id><published>2003-07-27T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T12:36:06.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have t&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/coriscorner/bettermetips.html"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; on my fridge door at eye level.  (scroll down the page to see.) I have noticed a definate change in my food choices since I have to look at the photo to open my fridge door.  Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105932736621604771?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105932736621604771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105932736621604771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932736621604771' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105905838137546845</id><published>2003-07-24T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:35:33.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I picked up my industrial strength bra/merry widdow type thingie to wear under the dress for my cousins wedding.  Steve's cousin Kelly came with me when I ran over to Marshall Fields.  She is 14 and just recently "has become a woman" so all of a sudden she is much more mature  and does more grown up things.  She is such a nice girl and I'm really glad I am getting a chance to do things with her and her sister.  She volunteered to come with me when I said I had to hit ladies intimates for the bra.  I think she thought I was getting a sleek, Victoria Secret's bra, but au contraire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that all 14 year olds think that everyone wears the really cute, little strapped bras that come in a rainbow of colors.  She was slack jawed when she saw my "contraption" as I laughingly called it. She said to me in complete amazement "You are going to wear &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;?"  I said "Honey, this is what you have to wear when you are fat and you don't want to look as fat in a dress."  She was completely floored and I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did walk 1.5 + miles before eating at the mall.  The girls were so helpful.  They adore Jamie and love to take him for walks in the mall to see the different things, and also to ride the elevator.  I also ate Panera's "Ginger Tomato Florentine" soup and OMG - it was THE best soup that I have ever had.  I'm not big on ginger, but truthfully, I couldn't even taste it.  It was 1.5 points for a 8 oz cup!  It was truly the most delicious soup in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is a new day and I am going to go for a walk with Jamie soon!  Take care and keep on losing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105905838137546845?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105905838137546845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105905838137546845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105905838137546845' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105897238740579370</id><published>2003-07-23T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T09:59:47.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a nice night last night at my Aunt Mary's house.  We walked for a half hour at a decent clip with Jamie in tow.  Just getting out and walking did me a world of good.  I really enjoy doing things with my Aunt and Uncle.  (This is my Auntie that is doing Weight Watchers too.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be joining their very own weight loss group that both my Aunt's and their friend Ellen do on Tuesday evenings.  I forsee not being able to pay for weigh watchers for probably the rest of the summer.  They weigh in and then do some sort of exercise.  I am pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I weighed in and just about had a crying jag on my Aunt's bathroom floor.  Her scale, which is pretty accurate to WW'ers  scales, says I weigh 190.5.  OMG!  I have been using Pam's scale and it reads 6 lbs lighter.  So, that obviously got my buns in gear yesterday.  I plan on walking at the mall today before I eat with my In-Laws.  (Every other Wed. I join my MIL, Steve's Aunt Kathy, and Grandma at Mayfair mall, which kicks butt over the other mall that we usually have lunch at. )  I get quite the kick out of Kathy and it is nice seeing her more than two times a year.)  So I definately have my wind back with WW'ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost, almost almost made a Taco Bell run on the way home, but ended up eating some super yummy raspberrys that we picked at my Auntie's house for dinner instead.  I also lost/had my cell phone stolen so I was stressed out to the max last night.  I completely lost my appetite right then and there.  We are in the process of getting rid of our land line and using the cell  phone as our primary phone, (so we don't have two bills) so we are SOL!!  Our neighbor offered to lend us her cell, but I felt really funny about doing that.  We can survive until we figure out something.  I tore the house apart last night looking for the phone but no dice.  I have never ever even misplaced the phone, so I am really concerned.  We alerted the cell company last night and got a hold put on the account so we are not responsible for charges in case it was stolen, but it can be reversed if and when I find the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my Mom is freaked out that she can't call me, but I told her that she can call Pam or our other neighbor and gave her their numbers.  I also told her that she can have ANTM e-mail me at any time.  Ugh, what a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will keep you posted.  Things are interesting to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105897238740579370?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105897238740579370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105897238740579370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897238740579370' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105879709263747476</id><published>2003-07-21T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T09:18:12.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my weight loss has been on a bit of a plateau the past...what....6 months?  I am pretty down about it all.  I think that my major problem is motivation, and lack of exercise.  I haven't been exercising like I should, and boy, it shows.  I have been absolutely foaming at the mouth to get a bike.  We have been broke for some time and hopefully I can get one soon.  (Someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going through an anti-weight watchers phase and it needs to stop!  I don't feel good about my self anymore and I'm not happy to be here in my body again.  I spent some time this morning (Thank goodness for the disney channel) perusing the various weigh loss sites.  And not all the tried and true ones that I have already seen.  New ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better about the whole thing right now, but I just need to get in gear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105879709263747476?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105879709263747476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105879709263747476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879709263747476' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105828998220838752</id><published>2003-07-15T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T12:26:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I weighed my self this morning at Pam's house.  (My next door neighbor) and it looks like I lost 1 pound.  I really couldn't be 100% sure, since it was so hard to read the little hash marks.  Hey, maybe it is more!  One can wish...I plan on purchasing a bathroom scale tonight since I want a nice digital beast that measures at least the half pound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105828998220838752?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105828998220838752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105828998220838752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828998220838752' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105828978870280642</id><published>2003-07-15T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T12:23:08.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which Founding Father Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.io.com/~janis/quiz/quiz1/AH.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear=all&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.io.com/~janis/quiz/quiz1.html"&gt;Which Founding Father Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105828978870280642?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105828978870280642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105828978870280642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828978870280642' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105820913611228147</id><published>2003-07-14T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T13:58:56.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a busy weekend.  The zoo was fun.  The kids had a blast, I got my walking it, all around fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we visited Steve's sister in Chicago and also went to Greek Fest.  Walking walking.  Cleaned the house.  I have also bee eating at the mega low end of my points, in hopes that I can start getting some weight off.  I am actually eating in the next bracket lower.  I did have two high days, one which blew the points scale completely.  I hope I will see a significant loss tomorow morning when I weigh my self on my next-door neighbor scale.  Still can't afford the back fees.  SOMEDAY.  Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105820913611228147?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105820913611228147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105820913611228147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820913611228147' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363580.post-105792975739232450</id><published>2003-07-11T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T08:23:58.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are going to the zoo today.  I promised Jamie and the neighbor kids that the next time I would watch them, that we could either  A) go to the zoo or B) go swimming at my in-laws.  Unfortunately, my in-laws pool isn't open for the season yet due to the pump mechanism thingie is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a new photo blog over on Xanga.  You can visit my site at &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/eyespy"&gt;www.xanga.com/eyespy&lt;/a&gt;  I'm kind of excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to walk at least 3 miles at the zoo.  I know for a fact that Jamie will refuse to ride in the wagon, so I'm not even bringing it.  The last two times we went I dragged the darn thing all over the place just for him to refuse to ride it.  We are taking pick-nick lunches to eat by the lake (on zoo grounds) so things should work out great for everyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5363580-105792975739232450?l=lookingglassland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105792975739232450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5363580/posts/default/105792975739232450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookingglassland.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105792975739232450' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13838119652028394891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477473096814047639'/></author></entry></feed>