<?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-2895220813726045649</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:02:47.568-04:00</updated><category term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Biscuits and Gravy and Taters - OH MY!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A southern girl's quest to lose weight in the land of fried Twinkies, casseroles, and potluck suppers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennilu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489729996806198486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6gTlGxCWVw/R2VSEXvcGJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r_7XQo55ZL4/S220/smithtimes3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2895220813726045649.post-6243849184589683001</id><published>2010-04-06T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:48:10.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that was 2 years of my life that I won't get back</title><content type='html'>Yes, hard to believe that I started this blog two years ago.  And guess what?  I still have about 40 pounds to lose.  I guess you could say I haven't made much progess, but actually, I lost and gained the same 5 lbs about 10 times.  So, I like to look at it as I have lost 50 lbs over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubs and I moved to the Sunshine State about a year ago.  This did get me away from all of the potlucks that haunted me in Tennessee; however, I face a new set of challenges and miseries down here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this place isn't called the Sunshine State for nothing.  It is damn hot down here!  And just let me say, when you are fat, heat and humidity are NOT your friends.  I never thought I would have to put deoderant under my boobs, but yes, I do.  It is so much better that the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the beach.  Oh don't get me wrong; I love going to the beach.  The smell of ocean air combined with suntan lotion is magnificent; I love walking down the shoreline looking for shells; and the sunsets are beautiful.  If I could do all of these things under cover of my fat cloak (my standard uniform of pants with a cute little sweater set, hoodie, jacket, etc.)all would be good.  However, I might look a little silly wearing such attire while frolicking in the waves.  So, I have been forced to put on a swimsuit, leave my pride back in the condo, and make the walk of shame down to the beach.  I do think I have found the "mom jean" version of the bathing suit, tho.  It is the skirted tankini.  Let me tell ya, it hides a world of sins. Unfortunately for me, my body has a universe of sins, so many of them still hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I moved to my old hometown.  Most of you are probably wondering why this would be considered a challenge or cause me misery.  Well, as a child growing up here, I had nicknames like "Skinny Jenni" and "Twiggy".  In Jr. High my boyfriend thought I had growths on my hips when he saw my HIP BONES PROTRUDING from my jeans.  In High School someone started a horrible rumor that I was anorexic.  Needless to say, I was always VERY thin.  The last time I saw most of the people from school was when I left town in 1992.  At that time I had ballooned up to a whopping 115 lbs.  So, now when I see old friends from school, I normally have to approach them to re-introduce myself.  Obviously, they don't recognize me and there is that awkward moment where they are trying to search their memory and associate the person standing in front of them with the mental picture they have from the past.  I just want to say, "yes, I know, I am fat now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go again.  This time I am committed.  I want to walk down the beach with confidence; go to all of the high school get togethers and show everyone how good I look; and most of all not have to worry about sweating in unladylike places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2895220813726045649-6243849184589683001?l=bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6243849184589683001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2895220813726045649&amp;postID=6243849184589683001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/6243849184589683001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/6243849184589683001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-that-was-2-years-of-my-life-that-i.html' title='Well, that was 2 years of my life that I won&apos;t get back'/><author><name>Jennilu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489729996806198486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6gTlGxCWVw/R2VSEXvcGJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r_7XQo55ZL4/S220/smithtimes3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2895220813726045649.post-3974029483679268806</id><published>2008-08-08T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:36:43.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demands</title><content type='html'>Well, since Miss &lt;a href="http://carolinesmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-demanding-woman-what-can-i-say.html#links"&gt;Angie &lt;/a&gt;is getting so demanding, I guess I better get on the ball with this whole blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look over to the right, you will see that my little Bug has moved.  No, he ain't gonna get any speeding tickets, but he is moseying along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already beginning to think about how I am going to handle all of my meals today.  I know there will be lunch out at a restaurant with my mom and sister because we are going shopping.  And every girl knows that a day of shopping always involves a nice lunch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there will be dinner tonight.  We have already made reservations at &lt;a href="http://www.nosaltnetwork.com/savellis/savellis.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Savelli's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a nice little Italian restaurant here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;K'town&lt;/span&gt;.  How on earth do you do Italian when you are trying to eat healthy.  (Notice I didn't say D**t.  That is a four letter word and I don't say those kind of things ;0)  I guess I can do a salad and something with a light red sauce - but definitely stay away from the bread.  That will be a hard one for me, though.  I'll let you know tomorrow how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the one thing I have in my favor today is that I have started taking some medicine that makes me feel a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll pray that I don't have much of an appetite this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any suggestions for ordering "lite" at an Italian restaurant I would love to hear from you.  Please leave me a comment because I know I will be in this situation again.  You see, in my family two things are certain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will be eating out a lot because that's how we roll (literally)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will be eating Italian because we all love it!!!!!! (gee, and I wonder why I need to lose about 40lbs?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2895220813726045649-3974029483679268806?l=bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3974029483679268806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2895220813726045649&amp;postID=3974029483679268806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/3974029483679268806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/3974029483679268806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/demands.html' title='Demands'/><author><name>Jennilu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489729996806198486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6gTlGxCWVw/R2VSEXvcGJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r_7XQo55ZL4/S220/smithtimes3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2895220813726045649.post-2948026550063510099</id><published>2008-07-18T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:12:57.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does my social life revolve around food?</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to start my diet today, I even ate my oatmeal for breakfast this morning  and everything.  Then, it all fell apart.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylea&lt;/span&gt; and I had to run errands and she was about to STARVE (as usual).  So, I did the only thing a mom could do, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;.  I did try to cut back a little, so I only ordered us 1 value meal and an extra sandwich, that way we could split the fries.  I know you are probably yelling at your computer right now, "Why didn't you get the a salad?"  Well, I guess I haven't mentioned this yet, but, it's real simple - I cannot eat a salad as a meal.  Oh, I have tried many times, but I always leave the table feeling very unsatisfied and I am always still hungry.  I honestly believe I could eat an entire head of lettuce and I would still feel hungry.  I know this is all in my head, but it is still how I feel.  So, in return I don't order salads.  Why pay good money for mediocre food that will leave me feeling hungry?  It just doesn't make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tonight I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; and I know there will be all kinds of delicious temptations for me, with hardly anything of any nutritional value.  I guess I am going to have to start eating my dinner before I go to the game.  The only problem with that is that I am afraid I will end up eating two meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2895220813726045649-2948026550063510099?l=bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2948026550063510099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2895220813726045649&amp;postID=2948026550063510099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/2948026550063510099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/2948026550063510099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-does-my-social-life-revolve-around.html' title='Why does my social life revolve around food?'/><author><name>Jennilu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489729996806198486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6gTlGxCWVw/R2VSEXvcGJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r_7XQo55ZL4/S220/smithtimes3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2895220813726045649.post-5707643288640214945</id><published>2008-07-17T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:50:44.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>You Found Me</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't want to announce my latest creation, but I didn't really try to hide it either.  I am going to try to begin the long long road to reaching my weight loss goal.  The way I figure, this will give me a little bit of motivation and a lot of accountability if people other than me are watching my progress.  Like I told Anna at AnnaNorthandSouth, I am leaving the key to my diary laying out so everyone can feel free to snoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2895220813726045649-5707643288640214945?l=bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5707643288640214945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2895220813726045649&amp;postID=5707643288640214945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/5707643288640214945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2895220813726045649/posts/default/5707643288640214945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandgandt-ohmy.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-found-me.html' title='You Found Me'/><author><name>Jennilu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489729996806198486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o6gTlGxCWVw/R2VSEXvcGJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r_7XQo55ZL4/S220/smithtimes3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
