<?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-12340717</id><updated>2012-01-05T16:42:33.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheila E's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal notes and ramblings of Sheila E, aka Tequila Sheila.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-5697173015653122164</id><published>2008-08-31T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:23:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are ya ready for some football??</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/470d53faf6d0d667/48baa95bb7e2cfb4/470d53faf6d0d667/483a33ce/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div 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football??'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-8639304952204509762</id><published>2007-12-04T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:34:49.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved</title><content type='html'>This blog has now moved to &lt;a href="http://www.texassheila.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.texassheila.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-8639304952204509762?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8639304952204509762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=8639304952204509762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/8639304952204509762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/8639304952204509762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-1726612849243733840</id><published>2007-07-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:11:49.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, I am headed to Birmingham, Alabama tomorrow for American Mensa's Annual Gathering better known as the AG.  It's 5 days worth of hospitality, games, speakers, dances, free tai chi lessons, free ballroom dance lessons, seeing old friends and hopefully making bunches of new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and nervous, haven't flown in over 4 years.  Forecast is for rain some tomorrow, I just hope it's not when I'm in the air.  Have made my packing list and trying not to have a 2nd bag to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW will be a little more difficult to follow, but not impossible.  Some meals I will eat in hospitality, others we will go out for.  I have lost 25 pounds so far and do not want to back track this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-1726612849243733840?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1726612849243733840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=1726612849243733840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/1726612849243733840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/1726612849243733840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-for-vacation.html' title='Time for vacation'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-9064646591936310138</id><published>2007-05-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:09:41.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>Have lost 13.6 as of Tuesday.  Had some dental work done Wednesday and my mouth is still hurting so I have been sticking to soft foods.  Well apparently, spaghetti, even with all my points counted, does not agree with the program because my scale says I'm up a little bit.  Trying to get in all my water this weekend and start an exercise program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was giong to mow the yard, but I hate mowing so  much, I an calling the teenager who did it once and paying him.  If I'm going to exercise, I want to do it in the air conditioning.  It's not the temp as much as the humidity that wears me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-9064646591936310138?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/9064646591936310138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=9064646591936310138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/9064646591936310138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/9064646591936310138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-weeks-and-counting.html' title='4 weeks and counting'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-8287864712767938489</id><published>2007-04-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:47:44.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping &amp; Wishing</title><content type='html'>Or however that old song goes.  My newest venture with Weight Watchers has gotten off to a fast start.  Lost 11.8 in 2 weeks.  Lost 4.6 the first week, which was awesome and thought, the 2nd week would be less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooo, even with going out of town, having a different routine, I managed to lose 7.2 in a week.  Maybe it was mowing the yard that did it.  HAHA  45 minutes of exercise does not lose you 7.2 pounds.  But it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose another 105-110 according to the weight charts.  We'll see, and keep hoping &amp; praying I can stick with it this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-8287864712767938489?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8287864712767938489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=8287864712767938489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/8287864712767938489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/8287864712767938489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoping-wishing.html' title='Hoping &amp; Wishing'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-117643193540440551</id><published>2007-04-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:38:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am doing it again</title><content type='html'>Combination of getting older and the pounds starting to creep back on, I re-joined Weight Watchers again and this time I hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-117643193540440551?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/117643193540440551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=117643193540440551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/117643193540440551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/117643193540440551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-am-doing-it-again.html' title='So I am doing it again'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-116111848988187695</id><published>2006-10-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:54:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone even read this</title><content type='html'>Who knows the ansewr to that question.  I've been really bad about writing, and I'm not the funniest writer.  I just saw a typo and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what's going on here - back on the WEight Watchers bandwagon.  Lost 5 pounds the first week.  Tomorrow night is weigh in.  I'm supposed to be drinking buttloads of water today but I keep on forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am marking the days on the calendar when I will be done with Jaycees.  I decided to go ahead and work the Haunted House this year, since I am treasurer, I need to keep an eye on the money and I'm not sure there's anyone else we can spare to do it.  It is a drag, but I keep reminding myself it's temporary.  After that, just 2 months and I'm free from being a board member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on AAUW's board thru next May and then that's it.  I'm tired of the commitment it requires.  I just want to do the fun stuff, not the decision making.  Getting cranky as I age and more picky as to how I spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so tired lately I haven't even got the Halloween decorations out.  That's another thing I don't like about the Haunted House, it makes me not like Halloween so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - I've already been in costume.  We did a pub crawl in costume 2 weeks ago to promote the thing and I went as Beth the Bounty Hunter.  Funny what a pair of boots and handcuffs can do to lift your mood and make you feel like you can kick butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-116111848988187695?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/116111848988187695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=116111848988187695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/116111848988187695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/116111848988187695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-anyone-even-read-this.html' title='Does anyone even read this'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-115215338716390155</id><published>2006-07-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:36:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking off again</title><content type='html'>I did it again, went a whole month without posting.  In all fairness, June was a crazy ass month for me, so meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weekend I went tubing with the Jaycees.  I actually did not do the tubing but did go along for the trip.  Water was too low in the Guadalupe for my tastes and I chose not to be bumping my fat ass on the rocks all day.  I did learn that I am just not cut out for these big ole packed-in-like-sardines campgrounds anymore.  Even though we were in an air conditioned cabin, I just do not like being around that many loud, obnoxious drunk people with no respect for people in the next campsite.  I will take a La Quinta on my next tubing trip, thank yew very much and will 0nly go if the water level is over 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd weekend was my birthday, number 42.  Wasn't too traumatic, I did decide to skip the family reunion for purely selfish reasons.  I could not bear the thought of being in the car with my parents for that long assed drive and I wanted to do what IIIII wanted on my birthday.  So went out to dinner and a movie with Jen, met John for drinks after.  Then she and I and another friends hung out in my brother's pool the next day.  God that felt great.  I cannot even remember the last time I had on a bathing suit and got in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd weekend - got ready to spend a whole week in Austin for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th weekend - recovered from Austin trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, for the first time in 7 years, I did not work the Jaycees 4th of July thing and it was AWESOME.  Feel like I'm getting my life back from so many commitments and I have always HATED working that project.  If it were in Siberia, only then would it be cool enough to work it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-115215338716390155?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115215338716390155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=115215338716390155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/115215338716390155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/115215338716390155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/07/slacking-off-again.html' title='Slacking off again'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114858695286573329</id><published>2006-05-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:55:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I forgot something</title><content type='html'>Gilmore Girls - Hated the end, mostly hated quite a bit of this season, actually.  Have always thought the Lorelai/Luke relationship didn't show enough affection/sex/whatever.  I know it's the family hour, but geesh, we wait 5 years for them to get together abd there ain't much to see once they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may be good for the show that  the creator ASP has left.  Time for some better storylines.  Or maybe it has jumped the shark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114858695286573329?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114858695286573329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114858695286573329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114858695286573329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114858695286573329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-knew-i-forgot-something.html' title='I knew I forgot something'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114858216069518112</id><published>2006-05-25T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:36:00.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can finally Have My Life Back</title><content type='html'>Now that all the season and series finales are over, I can finally have my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I watch too much TV, but that’s not up for debate here.  Here’s my take on the stuff –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol- this is the first season I’ve watched all the way through, and boy hidey was it tiring.  Freakin’ glad it’s over. All I can say is thank God once again for my DVR and the fast forward button.  I think Taylor was the right choice to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 – Jack Bauer is in some deep doodoo.  Martha Logan kicks ass and don’t you just want her and Aaron to hook up and ride off into the sunset?  I still think Buchanan is hot in the 40+ category. I will always miss my Tony.  Here’s my one word for the producers killing him off. YOU BASTARDS  Well technically that was 2.  Sue me.  This season was pretty kickass except for the Tony part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Chef – Harold, you go dude!  You can cook for me anytime.  Please.  I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST – WTF???  And Desmond, whoa.  If all guys from Scotland are like that I wanna go there NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives –Mike, poor baby in the street.  I will gladly nurse you back to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey’s Anatomy – Wow, this whole 3 hours was excellent.  So glad I started watching this show this season and sorry I missed the 1st one.  Need to rent the DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER – Holy crapoly.  You people better not let Abby or Luka the hottie die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will &amp; Grace – watched the finale even though I had not been watching this season.  Not bad.  Nice to think their kids end up marrying each other.  When I grow up I wanna be just like Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Wing – watched some this season, still haven’t watched the final hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor -  I like Aras well enough, just glad the ever so smug Terryy and lazy ass Danielle didn’t win.  REALLY wanted Cirie to win.  The girl got off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race – All hail the hippies.  They were annoying at first, but they grew on me. Nice to see some nice people win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114858216069518112?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114858216069518112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114858216069518112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114858216069518112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114858216069518112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-finally-have-my-life-back.html' title='I Can finally Have My Life Back'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114696319757258014</id><published>2006-05-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:53:17.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I feel Like a Woman</title><content type='html'>One of the best things about being a woman is sisterhood and a spa day.  I spent the day hanging out with some Jaycee women from here and Dallas.  I got a manicure, a deluxe pedicure and a European facial.  Worth every damn penny.  Gives me incentive to want to take care of myself better. Keep my skin as soft as possible and my nails looking purdy, not pretty, but the Southern purdy.  We were all so relaxed and chatted for hours.  The salon hooked us up with snacks and mimosas.  After we'd been there for almost 7 hours, we headed over to the Outback.  It's been a great day.  I've really come to love girly stuff like that - all the nice smelling lotions, scrubs, the pretty nail colors.  Oh yeah, and my new Bare Minerals order came in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, is back to work.  I have set aside tomorrow for getting my yard in tip top shape.  Need to mow, trim and work on a flower bed.  I feel so domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the new TV guide, and holy crapoly Sunday the 14th is gonna be tricky.  Season finales of West Wing, Greys Anatomy, the last Survivor and a regular episode of the Sopranos.  My DVR and VCR will be working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other thing I've learned frmo the weekend - never EVER EVER go to On the Border on Cinco de Mayo.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114696319757258014?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114696319757258014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114696319757258014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114696319757258014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114696319757258014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-i-feel-like-woman.html' title='Man, I feel Like a Woman'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114650588772312516</id><published>2006-05-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:51:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping into bad habits</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't written her in almost 3 weeks, I'm backsliding into my old ways.  The diet is giving me fits.  I have been plateauing for 4 weeks and I'm sick of it.  I'm going to switch to Weight Watcher's core plan from the flex plan and see if that helps.  Also have to get back to the gym.  I haven't been in over a month, so I'm going after work today if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Scarborough Faire RenFest weekend before last.  There were some really goog looking guys there, proof that the man in uniform theory works in different eras, too.  Saw a psychic who I had seen before in Austin.  Many years ago, I might have pooh-poohed the idea, but she is awesome.  Said my job is only going to expand, and get better.  On my love life, which is my biggest concern, she said I need to open up my heart chakra, that fear is keeping me from finding someone.  So I am reading some new books, and working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in heaven this weekend with a Miami Vice marathon on TV.  My favorite Lt. Castillo for 48 hours, only he wasn't on enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114650588772312516?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114650588772312516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114650588772312516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114650588772312516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114650588772312516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/05/slipping-into-bad-habits.html' title='Slipping into bad habits'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114489773059567536</id><published>2006-04-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:08:50.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no title</title><content type='html'>I have had a rough day, oh woe is me.  I'm not whining, just ready to get this day over with.  I worked a Jaycee event today.  It used to be my favorite one, I've chaired it before, and this year was my 7th year for this event.  It turned out ok, but had way too many cluster moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I think I have finally reached my limit and am burned out.  I can't quit just yet, but I have to pull back, because there is no joy in this anymore.  Life is too short to do stuff you don't like.  I find that I am really cranky at Jaycee stuff and I don't like being that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side,  I think I broke through my physical and attitude plateau.  I didn't go weigh in at lunch today, since I had to work the event on my lunch hour.  Will go tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure I was going to come home tonight and use some points for my new favorite drink - Absolut Mandarin and cranberry juice - but I didn't.  Even went to Wal Mart to buy the lite cranberry.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls review, if Lorelai doesn't get her head out of her ass and regain her backbone I may have to move on.  Afraid this show may have already jumped the shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - thank the good Lord Bucky is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114489773059567536?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114489773059567536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114489773059567536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114489773059567536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114489773059567536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-no-title.html' title='I have no title'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114441634828702030</id><published>2006-04-07T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:25:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on baby light my fire</title><content type='html'>This diet or the diabetes med or both have created an interesting bodily phenomenon.  Toxic burps.  I swear I could light them like a redneck lights a fart.  Of course, if I do that I would be the white female version of Richard Pryor.  So I refrain.  Don't want to muss my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest weight loss accomplishment - it's casual Friday and I am in my jeans.  My jeans which I have not worn for over a freaking year.  I only lost .2 this week, but that's ok.  I had a rough week food wise and am just happy I didin't gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this next week is to start trying new recipes out of all these Weight Watchers cookbooks, throw in some variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My American Idol comments - ok, yes, Mandisa's song choice sucked this week and who the hell let that pear shaped woman on stage in horizontal stripes?  I am a pear and I know better than letting stripes cross my ass.  BUT, she goes and Bucky stays?  Please, that's just wrong on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like so many others, who gives a rip if Ace can sing, just let him stand there, or preferably come sit by me, learn the pleasures of an older woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race moved to Wednesdays at 7, which is cool, because it was on opposite L &amp; O SVU which I never miss.  It was making my Tuesday night viewing just too much, with Gilmore Girls and AI already in the mix.  Sunday night viewing has gotten tougher, now that the Sopranos are back.  I watch it and tape Desperate Housewives and Greys Anatomy.  I would prefer to do a Sunday night beauty bath spa kind of thing at 9, but if Greys is new I gotta watch, and then watch DH before bedtime.  These are all 3 watercooler shows, so they MUST be viewed before Monday morning.  Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114441634828702030?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114441634828702030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114441634828702030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114441634828702030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114441634828702030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-on-baby-light-my-fire.html' title='Come on baby light my fire'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114403698056069915</id><published>2006-04-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:03:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy joy joy</title><content type='html'>Well I'm glad to say my depression from the other day is not so much in evidence now.  That's the upside to being a moody person, I guess - I always know it will pass and my good mood will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a psychological revelation about the other night.  Since I am no longer burying my emotions with food, that crying jag was totally normal.  I was letting those feelings out.  I know that friendships ebb and flow, it just seems like I don't have as many as I used to.  Which isn't necessarily true.  One thing - I am mourning the loss of my mother as a girlfriend/running buddy.  My mom and I used to go shopping together, take occasional weekend trips togethers, but she is no longer physically capable.  One of the things about seeing your parents age.  I'm so thankful she and my father are still around, but it is weird knowing it may just be a few years left for both.  Her mother lived until 89 and was pretty resilient regarding her health.  She had her mind until the end, too.  With my mom, she feels more like my grandmother in the sense that she gets around like a 90 year old instead of one who's 73.  Her mind is nowhere near what it used to be, but I don't tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another couple of friend here in town.  I've known one since kindergarten and one since 7th grade.  It's good to reconnect with them on occasion, but  I don't feel like they totally get me.  For instance, I bought the first Sweet Potato Queen book for her and I think she set it aside and never touched it.  I've always thought she was a little uptight and the book might be good for her, but I have my doubts she ever read a page.  They both know I go to Jackson every year, but I don't think they really understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I gave the book to is now fighting breast cancer.  I was blown away when she told me.  Being diagnosed at 41 is just, I don't know, can't think of a word.  I want to be there for her, but I don't want to be intrusive and I don't want to make the friendship forced.  So I call her, check on how she's doing.  She seems to be handling everything with the best positive attitude I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on the weekend - helped the parents out with the garage sale, thank GOD it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Went and played games with John &amp; Jen and JOhn's friends, which included 2 single guys.  That was fun, especially since I didn't get home until 2 in the morning.  ANd then ran the clocks up and couldn't go to sleep until almost 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived the weekly shopping trip to Walmart for groceries,etc.  My friend Jelly is a bad influence on me.  I am now taking pictures on the sly of women who are inappropriately dressed.  Walmart is a goldmine for such pictures.  I'll have to post it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114403698056069915?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114403698056069915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114403698056069915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114403698056069915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114403698056069915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy happy joy joy'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114377522625477953</id><published>2006-03-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:20:26.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower than low</title><content type='html'>What an up and down week.  There are months when I have post-menstrual emotional crashes.  This was just such a month.  Tuesday I was so down in the dumps, but I knew it would pass.  ANd it did.  Wednesday was better, went and weighed in, lost 2.4 for a grand total of 21 pounds, was feeling great and on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and got a manicure after work as a reward.  Today started out ok, I made a concerted effort to snack wisely and on schedule, had a balanced lunch with an honest to God vegetable.  Then started getting a headache after 4.  By the time I got home from work, the headache was almost migraine level but the worst part was the hunger.  I get so frustrated when I get these headaches and get the additional hunger with them.  Pisses me off and frustrates me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to use some Flex points for supper, which makes me feel guilty, although I don't know why because it's perfectly legal on WW.  Still wasn't full after dinner, still had the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started dealing with some of the emotional issues tonight, sort of.  One of the reasons I eat is because I am so lonely.  I haven't had a boyfriend in awhile and I'm at an interesting point in my life when it comes to women friends.  My closest friends live in Florida and England.  These 2 women are the type of friend I can talk with about anything under the sun.  I just wish to hell they lived closer.  I have several friends in the Jaycees, but not a best friend.  I really miss having a best friend, one who truly gets me.  The other friends I have here in town are married, have children or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, since I am no longer stuffing my emotions inside with food, everything is bubbing up and I can't stop crying.  I don't know what to do with these emotions now.  I just feel lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114377522625477953?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114377522625477953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114377522625477953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114377522625477953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114377522625477953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/lower-than-low.html' title='Lower than low'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114365428431712483</id><published>2006-03-29T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:44:44.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to the list</title><content type='html'>I decided to cut and paste my previous reasons for losing weight.  Can't believe I first posted this stuff 11 months ago.  But since this time, the WW program is sticking, I will re-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 – My health. Tired of being tired, want to reverse the diabetes, protect my heart and not end up in bad shape when I’m older.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 – My looks. Don’t care how much I’ve tried to accept myself as I am, or how much some people say fat is beautiful, I’m not buying it. I look better thinner, period.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3 - $56 a month in diabetes medication. According to the Dr., and from past experience of losing a little weight, if I get the weight off, my blood sugar will go down, and I most likely will not need the medicine anymore, if I watch what I eat.The next reasons are not in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;#4 Clothes – while the Plus Size market has expanded a lot in recent years (no pun intended), there are still way few choices in plus sized clothes. Especially in pretty lingerie, dressy clothes and chic and cute stuff. I’d rather be caught dead than in a muumuu. As a thin person, I will have more shopping choices and will get more for my money since plus sized clothes cost more. (That irritates the snot out of me, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;#5 Men – let’s face it, your choice of eligible men goes down drastically as your weight goes up. It’s that old double standard, men are visual and looks matter more to them. While to women, we are more interested in personality. Not saying that looks aren’t important, cause who really wants to end up with a cretin.&lt;br /&gt;#6 I have forgotten what it’s like to wear heels. It just hurts too damn much now. Don’t think it’s me getting older, I think it’s putting my bulk on little ointed toes shoes with little heels.&lt;br /&gt;#7 Wearing a bathing suit in public will be no biggie. I don’t want to even think about wearing one right now.&lt;br /&gt;# 8 I can buy stuff from Victoria’s Secret. Not that I will, cause it pisses me off, they don’t sell plus sizes. I mean hey – even Fredericks sells plus.&lt;br /&gt;#9 Sex will be more fun. It’s fun now, but not near as easy as it would be, being lighter.&lt;br /&gt;#10 Energy – God I can’t remember what it’s like to have energy. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;#11 I can reach my legs easier to shave.&lt;br /&gt;#12 - No more Jabba the Hut. I am pear shaped and when I sit down, my body just condenses down to this Jabba the Hut shape and I hate it. The chairs in our conference room at work are the worst. They are not made for people with wide butts.&lt;br /&gt;#13 - Can fit better in airplane seats. I can't believe that as short as I am that even I don't have enough leg room on a plane, but at my size I sure as hell don't have enough room width-wise in a seat.&lt;br /&gt;#14 - Can fit on a roller coaster again. Not that I want to ride one again, but any and all types of amusement park rides, go carts, bumper boats, whatever - just not possible at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;#15 - Can fit better in seats at arenas and theaters. Had the most godawful experience in Shreveport a couple of months back. Went to a hockey game and could not fit in the seat. I saw other people in the arena larger than me and they had managed to fit, but for some reason I couldn't. Even if I had angled myself to sit I think I would have been so uncomfortable I would have been miserable. So needless to say I couldn't even sit with my group. Not sure anyone evn noticed and I have been mortified and not wanting to go back to Sunday School since. It was the Singles group that went.&lt;br /&gt; #16 - No more snoring, or I hope so. So I've been told I snore. Yeah, that's attractive in a woman. And snoring is worse the more weight you have on you, so maybe I won't anymore.&lt;br /&gt; #17 - Will fit into a restaurant booth. I hate how some restaurants have the table attached to the wall and you can't move it. Well, I went out to dinner last night and squeezed into one. It's hard enough going to a restaurant alone, hate wedging into a booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of another -&lt;br /&gt;#18 - Will no longer feel the need to use a handicapped bathroom stall in a public bathroom, because the "regular" size are too narrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114365428431712483?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114365428431712483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114365428431712483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114365428431712483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114365428431712483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/adding-to-list.html' title='Adding to the list'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114348872726336882</id><published>2006-03-27T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:45:27.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 steps forward, 1 back</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day food-wise. I still had 7 1/2 points left when I went to bed. I wasn't hungry so I wasn't going to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like crap on toast. A little post-ms instead of pre, I guess. Have had a slight headache, Advil's not working. I can see where this headache is going because of how hungry I am. I am not like the typical migraine sufferer. of course not, why be normal. When I have migraines, or the beginning of one, I am freakishly hungry. It can not be ignored and usually the best cure is Mexican food. Who knows why, but it has worked time and time again. Somehow the combination of the salt, fat, carbs and a little protein works better than any pain reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the place down the street, go get my order. This time though, I don't order the enchiladas. They seem somehow more decadent with all that cheese. I go for the chicken fajita quesadilla. I also counted out my tortilla chips, so I could add up the correct points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of how these new habits have started working, on the one day of the week when I usually splurge, I'm finding fewer things appetizing, I'm eating smaller amounts. I've just about lost my appetite for anything fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is lessening as I type. Hip hip hooray. Now if 5 o'clock can only hurry up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114348872726336882?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114348872726336882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114348872726336882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114348872726336882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114348872726336882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-steps-forward-1-back.html' title='2 steps forward, 1 back'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114341631365933177</id><published>2006-03-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:38:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck took me so long?</title><content type='html'>Not sure why it took me so long to move out of an apartment into a house, but the planets just must have been aligned right for me. I've been in this house since late September and today discovered another reason why this beats the snot out of apartment living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of the all, the spring weather here is awesome. After hanging with friends at a chili cookoff yesterday, I had the whole day ahead of me o do whatever the hell I wanted. The past several months have consisted of things to do lists that were busting at the seams. First the holidays, then the beginning of the Jaycee year, then the Jaycees 75th anniversary celebration, then getting all stressed out and wanting the house to be perfect for my book club and then finally going to Jackson to be with my friends. I'm exhausted just typing that sentence. My to-be-read stack is overflowing and of course I keep adding to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm reading the newspaper, see the CVS ad and voila! They have one of those camp chairs built like a lounge chair and instead of being 19.99, it's on sale for $7. That sucker just has my name on it. Plus they have Dr. Pepper on sale. So I go there, get the last and probably only chair like that in stock, 4 12 packs of Diet Dr. Pepper, go next door to Barnes &amp; Noble, buy yet another new book and come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fix me an ice cold Diet DP, take the new chair, 2 books and one magazine outside and set up. I refuse to feel guilty about sitting on my ass and reading when maybe I should clean up the house first. The housework can wait. Anyway, I get the washer &amp;amp; dryer going in the garage, because I can hear them from where I am sitting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature is in the 70's, the sun is shining, my neighbors' azaleas and dogwoods are blooming and I am in freakin' heaven. That chair feels like it was made for my body. I spent all afternoon outside, listening to the birds, neighborhood dogs, an occasional fire truck, a hospital helicopter flew over, and a caravan of motorcycles. I saw squirrels, blue jays, a red headed woodpecker, a mockingbird, some crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish one book and part of the magazine. Nothing can beat a sunny day and a smutty romance novel. Tonight it's still all about me. I am going to do the satin hands treatment on my hands, feet, do microdermabrasion on my face, and the sugar scrub on the rest of me. One of those days kissed by God. That sounds kind of cheesy, but that's how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114341631365933177?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114341631365933177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114341631365933177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114341631365933177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114341631365933177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-heck-took-me-so-long.html' title='What the heck took me so long?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114326105104130558</id><published>2006-03-24T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:30:51.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New weight loss revelations</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's the little things that make you smile.  So far, I've lost 18.6 pounds and have stuck with Weight Watchers for 7 weeks.  This is the longest and best I have done on this program in years.  This time around my mental commitment is stronger than before and I think that is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting results so far -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is no longer mashed against the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore smaller clothes this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can reach my shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the bathtub like a "normal" person instead of having to turn over and push up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting to the point where the adage "Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels" is starting to actually mean something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114326105104130558?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114326105104130558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114326105104130558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114326105104130558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114326105104130558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-weight-loss-revelations.html' title='New weight loss revelations'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114295271684840576</id><published>2006-03-21T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:51:56.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God grant me patience and I want it right now</title><content type='html'>Patience has never been my strong suit.  Just ask my mother.  My biggest challenge ever before me will be testing my patience time and time again over the next year.  I have lost 14.2 pounds and need to and plan to lose at least 110 more.  This will probably take me about 11 more months.  I‘d like to keep the pace of 10 pounds a month.  I know all the crap about “You didn’t gain it overnight” blah blah blah.  Actually I don’t know if I will get down to the weight the charts say I should be, I’d like to shoot for wearing a size 8-10.  But – once I get down there, I may decide a 6 looks better on me.  Who knows, I’ve been overweight since I was a pre-teen so I don’t know what it will be like as an adult to be “normal” sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those weight loss victories this morning.  Got on the scale after my vacation and I had not gained ONE OUNCE.  Hallelujah.  That was victory #1.  #2 – wore pants this morning a size smaller, AND AND AND…….I am wearing a blouse that the last time I wore it, I had to wear a tank underneath and couldn’t button the blouse.  Today it is buttoned with EXTRA ROOM.  I was almost crying from sheer joy this morning.  I bought a t shirt this weekend one size smaller than usual, and it’s already too big in the shoulders, but because I’m so pear shaped, it fits fine across the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should win an award for the most times anyone has joined and re-joined Weight Watchers.  Somehow, so far, this time I’ve made it stick. I’m finishing up my 7th week and my mental commitment is still there, as strong as it’s ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114295271684840576?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114295271684840576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114295271684840576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114295271684840576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114295271684840576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-grant-me-patience-and-i-want-it.html' title='God grant me patience and I want it right now'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114295266612592325</id><published>2006-03-21T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:51:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my annual pilgrimage to Jackson, Mississippi for the Sweet Potato Queens gathering and St. Paddy’s Day Parade.  This was my 5th trip and I think they just keep getting better every year.  It’s my chance to meet up with old friends, meet some new ones and increase my laugh lines.  I can also dress goofy if I want, wear a pimp hat or a tiara.  Anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank Jill Conner Browne for what she’s done by writing these books.  Who knew it would develop into this big network of great friends.  Women from all over the country and even from England.  Friends we share our triumphs with, who we commiserate with, laugh uproariously with, do Jell-O shots with, friends we help into a turd costume without questioning why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCB spoke that none of us know how much longer we are on this earth, so don’t waste time.  If you have a dream, then go for it.  That just helped me renew my resolve to get this weight off.  I don’t want to be the fat kid on the outside looking in anymore, which is what it feels like so much of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114295266612592325?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114295266612592325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114295266612592325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114295266612592325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114295266612592325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-114066324095181152</id><published>2006-02-22T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:54:00.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Wagon</title><content type='html'>Back in the saddle, with the program. Whatever the phrase.  I joined Weight Watchers 3 weeks ago and it is going really well.  I've lost 10.4 pounds in 3 weeks and it feels great.  Joined a gym, didn't go last week because of a full schedule every friggin day after work.  Went back tonight and managed on the stationary bike for awhile.  Then when I was leaving I saw Coby from Survivor:Pulau.  You never expect to see any celebrity, no matter how minor, in Tyler.  But I forgot he has a salon here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on a new diabetes med now, Byetta, injectable twice a day in my tummy.  Lovely side benefit - appetite depressant.  THANK GOD AND PRAISE JESUS.  It is helping a lot with the diet that I'm not as friggin hungry as I used to be.  Except when I have a migraine, and I react opposite to everyone else in the world who gets nauseous with migraines.  I am hungry and have to eat or my head gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 110 pounds more to lose.  I can't think of that number too much because it is so overwhelming.  So I will think of 10 pounds at a time.  I had actually lost 9 pounds before I rejoined WW so all in all I have lost 19 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I included this on my list of reasons to lose weight - but it is now easier to bend over and reach my feet to put on shoes and socks.  Thinner people take this simple task for granted.  I did too until I got fat enough to make it a true chore.  My mid section feels a little like an air mattress that you've let a little air out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got into watching this damn American Idol from almost the beginning this time.  I got tired of hearing everyone else talk about it.  I used to not watch until the final episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 24 is back.  Jack Bauer kicks ass.  They hurt my precious Tony.  The fat hobbit must die.  ANd i think Buchanan's hot.  Funny how the older I get, the more I notice older men.&lt;br /&gt;Survivor is average so far and thank GOD Amazing Race is back next week, back to the old format.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-114066324095181152?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114066324095181152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=114066324095181152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114066324095181152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/114066324095181152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-on-wagon.html' title='Back on the Wagon'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-113735371795066772</id><published>2006-01-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:35:18.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/140/9445/640/BIG%20STRAW.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/140/9445/320/BIG%20STRAW.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant cosmo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-113735371795066772?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113735371795066772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=113735371795066772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113735371795066772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113735371795066772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/giant-cosmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-113735114919525593</id><published>2006-01-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:52:29.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Ok, New Year's Resolution - Must Not Forget Blog Exists. I can't believe it's been 2 1/2 months since posting, and now it's already Jan. 15th before I get to resolutions. So sue me. Better late than never. This is why I could never keep a diary as a kid, make 2 entries, a year passes, buy a new diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, since November - went to the Texas Jaycees Convention in Fredericksburg and had an awesome time. Damn, I need to win the lottery and move back to the Hill Country. Spend my time visiting wineries and hanging out in Luckenbach at night. What a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was not going to serve on the Jaycees board again but managed to get elected anyway. Survived the Christmas Parade and we looked kickass in our Jaycees red polar fleece thingies. Managed to throw my first really big party in the new house for Christmas. Everyone seemed to have a great time and Martha Stewart would have been pleased. Tip #1 to get a party going - get a Polaroid camera, let your guests have fun. Of course, remember to remove Marc's moonshot from you Christmas tree before your mother comes over. (I remembered, but I may have nightmares about his hairy butt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted my family on Christmas day, first time to do that in my abode. Mama is just not physically able to anymore. Survived that event, everyone had a good time and ate plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the Jaycee gang on New Year's Eve. Decided to go beyond my comfort zone and wear something low cut as well as some hoochie shoes. It must have worked. Got kissed and propositioned and flirted with, a very empowering evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to College station last weekend for a Jaycee officer training weekend. All of our baby officers went to learn about what it is they're doing. I actually was a trainer this time and was told I was awesome. Had the most kickass margaritas at Ninfas, checked out Freebirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to survive this week of planning out the annual budget and calendar for the chapter, things are looking promising, I hope they stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this weekend, I was hoping to get my Christmas stuff down finally, clean the house back up again and hang the rest of my curtains. Being a government employee I have tomorrow off. So far, I spent yesterday on the couch, doped up, with the worst cramps I've had in my life. Stocked up with all new reading material and M &amp;amp; Ms, so I did manage to survive. I still hurt today, but not as much, so hopefully my progress will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still loving this house, can't imagine why I didn't move out of the apartment sooner. Well except for the dead squirrel in my driveway, but that's for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD I FORGOT THE BESTEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN THIS TIME PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT 41 USC 38 Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-113735114919525593?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113735114919525593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=113735114919525593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113735114919525593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113735114919525593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-113140074955277904</id><published>2005-11-07T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:59:09.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was afraid of this</title><content type='html'>All my life I've wanted to keep a journal or diary and have always sucked at keeping it up.  Well apparently this blog is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut myself a little slack, since I did move at the end of September and we all know how moving is a bitch.  Bitch on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been so worth it.  After 20 years of apartment living, I am living in a house now.  I'm still renting, but it's a whole house.  All for me and the 2 cats.  We are in heaven.  All that space, no neighbors walking on my ceiling at 1:30 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I'll catch up, whatever that means.  But November has something going every damn weekend, I'm trying to finish an afghan for a wedding gift, I'm going to Austin fo 2 days for work, then 2 days later going to Fredericksburg for the weekend.  I can hardly catch my breath, much less finish unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-113140074955277904?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113140074955277904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=113140074955277904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113140074955277904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/113140074955277904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-afraid-of-this.html' title='I was afraid of this'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-112102762960651925</id><published>2005-07-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:34:03.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I know I'm a geek</title><content type='html'>I am a list freak. You know like those reading lists your high school English teacher gives you? I still have the ones from my Jr and Sr years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, a few years ago, when The Academy Awards were celebrating the 70th anniversary, I thought it would be cool to make the list of all Best Picture winners. I was surprised I had not even seen half of them. So I made the list up and started working through them. But, right after that the AFI came out with their 100 best films of all time, so I added all those to my list. When I went to the AFI website, they actually had 400 movies to pick from, only ranking the top 100. So I printed out the complete list and have been slowly working my way through the ones I haven't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in the last week I have seen Deliverance (yes, I know everyone in the free world has already seen it), Splendor in the Grass, Rebel Without a Cause, The Caine Mutiny, Five Easy Pieces, Touch of Evil, the Magnificent Ambersons, Chinatown and a few others I haven't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the 400 I wonder how the hell they made the list. But I have found a couple of gems I never knew existed. Run Silent, Run Deep - a Clark Gable and Burt Lancaster submarine movie. It was quite good, actually. My favorite though has been The Awful Truth with Cary Grant and Irene Dunne. Slapstick comedy at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to only 140 to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-112102762960651925?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112102762960651925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=112102762960651925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/112102762960651925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/112102762960651925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/yes-i-know-im-geek.html' title='Yes I know I&apos;m a geek'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-112102710795037360</id><published>2005-07-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:25:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy hidey, I really am a slacker</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted here in a month, but life has certainly been hectic.  Work has been really busy, I've been out of town during the day working on a couple of cases and haven't been in the office.  Then when I get home at night, I'm too tired to sit at the PC and type.  I really really need a laptop.  Oh well, if my raise comes through this fall, Dude!  I'm getting a Dell with wireless access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet thing has been a bust in the last month.  I blame my irregular hectic schedule.  :)  But, I started on South Beach yesterday, and I think for my diabetic self, it may be the best one for me to do.  So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th of July is over and done (THANK YOU JESUS).  I'd do cartwheels if I were able.  For the last 6 years, I have worked at the Jaycees 4th of July Fireworks show here, sweating to death, selling cheap red, white &amp; blue crap, made in China to unsuspecting buyers at a 200% mark-up and glow necklaces at a 400% markup.  What a life.  Well, NO MORE.  I have officially given notice that that was my last.  I want to go back to doing the backyard BBQ thing on the 4th or hanging by someone's pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of the summer, I can do whatever the hell I want, in my free time.  I've been going through a stack of magazines and books, and watching some of the movies I taped on the DVR.  Oh and playing the handheld Battleship game.  Life is good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what, after what I've seen  this week at a group MHMR home I have been auditing - I don't think I ever want to complain about my life again.  Most of the residents of this home are paranoid schizophrenics and the like.  These people are seriously ill and it's so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I am vegging out, the cats are curled up with me at the PC and I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-112102710795037360?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112102710795037360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=112102710795037360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/112102710795037360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/112102710795037360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/boy-hidey-i-really-am-slacker.html' title='Boy hidey, I really am a slacker'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111833649852228863</id><published>2005-06-09T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:01:38.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families can be a good thing</title><content type='html'>First let me say - Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Cause we all know it's all about yourself on your birthday.  Big whopping 41.  Not freaking me out like 40 did last year.  I have a good family, some really good friends, a good job with some co-workers who are having a cookout and bought me my favorite cake, for little ole me.  I've been grinning all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with my Jaycee buddies tonight to Carinos.  Have me a free appetizer coupon from Carinos for my birthday.  Planning on either drinking the Italian Margarita or the frozen Bellini, then eating some of their delicious chocolate cake.  No such thing as too much cake on your own birthday, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm headed to Lake LBJ for the annual gathering of my mom's side of the family.  I am going to sound a little mushy, but so what, it's MY blog - I am so thankful to have a good family.  Not just the immediate family with my parents, brothers, one SIL and niece &amp; nephews, but Mama's side of the family - I actually enjoy hangiing out with them.  I think there's around 40 of us, 9 under the age of 8.  Last year we had a great time at this same location and I am looking forward to this one too.  Not looking forward to the long drive, which is probably about 4 1/2 hours normally, but with my parents, I'm guessing 6.  My mama and I have already laid down the law to my dad - we are NOT going the freaking back way he prefers, like we did last year.  I mean seriously, would you rather spend time in a car, or time by the lake with a cold drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111833649852228863?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111833649852228863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111833649852228863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111833649852228863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111833649852228863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/families-can-be-good-thing.html' title='Families can be a good thing'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111790778381261140</id><published>2005-06-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T10:56:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my birthday month</title><content type='html'>Yes I think I will celebrate or whatever all damn month long.  Thursday the 9th is the actual day but I'm starting now.  Mama and I are on the way across the county line so I can buy liquor.  Kind of sucks to live in a dry county, but we cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet thing has kind of been back burner this month, while I've been working on emotional stuff.  The visit to the endocrinologist sucked, she didn't listen to what I had to say, didn't seem to care.  Just changed my meds around and scooted me out the door.  I then totally had a crying meltdown like I've never had before.  It didn't help that I was being visited by Aunt Flo and was already emotional and in serious pain.  So after that, I took myself to On The Border and had a Meltdown Margarita.  OMG, it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back in to see my regular doc, he sat and listened to every word I had to say, we went over my labs and he gave me good practical information.  I am slightly anemic and need B12 and Iron.  I have been on the B12 for about 10 days and I swear I can feel a difference.  The true test will be when Aunt Flo comes back, then I can see if my emotions are in such turmoil because of hormones or other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm sitting here listening to Delbert.  He is performing only 40 miles away tonight for only $10 and all my friends and family are otherwise occupied.  Just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up more on this blog.  Maybe tomorrow.  Then I can discuss all the fabulous endings to my favorite TV shows in the season finales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111790778381261140?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111790778381261140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111790778381261140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111790778381261140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111790778381261140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-my-birthday-month.html' title='Welcome to my birthday month'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111626183025572129</id><published>2005-05-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:43:50.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Slacker</title><content type='html'>That's what I feel like, LOL.  Spent most of the weekends at a friend's house.  We ate, we drank, we danced, we hung out in her awesome backyard.  It was mostly a bunch of women with a couple of husbands thrown in to tote and fetch for us.  Some of my SPQ friends.  Just the kind of thing you wish would never come to an end.  You know when you're getting to know someone new and you ask each other, what do you do for fun?  Well, since I live in a city that doesn't have a whole lot of places to go or things to do, one thing I enjoy is just hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the simple joys in life, being relaxed and laughing.  The kind of things that give you nursing home memories, I suppose.  There is so much housework to be done at my apartment right now, I don't even know where to begin.  But, I have a ton of things on the calendar, like Carinos Wine DInner tomorrow, Jaycee meeting &amp; bowling Wednesday and AAUW wine club this Saturday.  I feel like I will never get things cleaned up, so I can ask my friends over to entertain.  I used to like to do that, I'm a great cook, know how to entertain, but my place is a disaster right now.  So on the one hand, I could stay home and clean and miss out, or take advantage of these opportunities to bond with friends and have a good time.  Life is too short you know.  Somebody once said, you  can sleep when you're dead, so enjoy things now.  I hear ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111626183025572129?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111626183025572129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111626183025572129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111626183025572129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111626183025572129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/05/drunken-slacker.html' title='Drunken Slacker'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111558233121607505</id><published>2005-05-08T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T12:58:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merry merry month of May</title><content type='html'>I love the month of May.  May TV that is.  I am a TV junkie and I'm not ashamed to admit it.  People who claim, "oh I don't watch TV" while looking down their snooty noses, can bite my azz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason May's so great, but also bittersweet - the last episodes and season finales.  My DVR is getting a workout this month.  The shows I just cannot miss, and which all have just about 3 episodes left are - 24, Gilmore Girls, Amazing Race, Law &amp; Order:SVU, Deadwood, Lost, Desperate Housewives, Survivor.  ER used to be in this list, I have been patient, but even my interest is starting to wane in this show.  I will watch though, to see how Carter is exiting.  One of the problems with his storyline- he fell in love offscreen with some chick in Africa.  The first time we see her onscreen she is a few months pregnant.  The writers screwed up, I think.  You got to warm up to a character first before dumping them on your audience.  Just ask soap operas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111558233121607505?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111558233121607505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111558233121607505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111558233121607505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111558233121607505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/05/merry-merry-month-of-may.html' title='The Merry merry month of May'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111540752709849052</id><published>2005-05-06T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:25:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should buy stock in Walgreens</title><content type='html'>Well, the dr's visit and especially the lab visit were the not-quite highlights of the week.  It's funny how my blood pressure was normal when the nurse first took it.  After the doc has been in there, he retook it and it was 100/60.  He decided to cut my heart medicine in half, it is lowering my BP too much.  I have an irregular heartbeat, so that's why I'm on that.  Told him what my fasting blood sugar had been running in the mornings, he thought that was fine.  Did get a prescription for Wellbutrin, for 2 reasons, some depression that keeps popping up and hoping to have it suppress my appetite, as I have heard it can do.  Showed him the list for the hypothyroidism symptoms, out of 14, I have 10.  I have had a nodule on my thyroid for years, but my thyroid numbers still look ok.  Dr. is referring me to an endocrinologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday morning, I go to the lab before work, so my bloodwork can be fasting.  HOLY FREAKIN NIGHTMARE.  Being diabetic, it's not smart to miss a meal.  So I sit there and sit there, been there an hour.  I start seeing people go in who signed in after me.  So I go up to the receptionist, ask if they lost me, she runs in the back, shuffles some stuff around comes out, says "You'll be next". Ok, so if you are told you're next, wouldn't that mean NEXT?!?!?!?!  4 more people's names are called out, they go in.  I get back up, steam coming out my ears, I am shaky, cause it's long past my breakfast time.  Glare at the beyotch, with raised eyebrows and dilated pupils, I say "You said I'd be next. 4 people have gone in."  She gets up again, goes back there.  Shuffle, shuffle shuffle.  Says you'll be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit back down, and lo and behold, my name is the next called.  Lab tech gets me back there, she is real sweet.  I explain I am diabetic, she asks if I want some OJ.  Said they attached my paperwork on the back of someone going to X-ray.  Another lab tech comes up, asks me how long I had been waiting.  They are reporting it to administration, said there's been too many mistakes like that lately.  So, she tries getting my blood from my right arm, sticks me, it's not flowing well enough, cause I am dehydrated from no food or drink. They get me the OJ, I gulp it down.  She has to get the blood from my left arm, and not from inside the elbow crook, but further out, WHERE IT HURTS LIKE A SON OF A BITCH.  She is so apologetic, but hey it's not her fault.  Next time I will drink some water at least before I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr's office just called, said my diabetic numbers are fine, trigylcerides are a little elevated, which I'm not surprised.  I'm low on B-12 meaning I'm slightly anemic and my thyroid number is fine.  That one disappointed me, I have 10 of 14 symptoms of hypothyroidism, but maybe the endo doc can test it further.  I think my head is spinning at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111540752709849052?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111540752709849052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111540752709849052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111540752709849052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111540752709849052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/05/should-buy-stock-in-walgreens.html' title='Should buy stock in Walgreens'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111506219881581232</id><published>2005-05-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:29:58.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, doctor, hep me hep me</title><content type='html'>Well, this dieting thing has been a bitch and a half the last week.  I'm having problems being hungry 2-3 hours after I eat, which in effect means I feel hungry all the damn time.  And I don't mean wanting to eat, I mean physical hunger with stomach growling, etc.  I'm beginning to wonder if one of my medications is doing it.  Sent off an e-mail to an online Rite Aid pharmacist, and one of my diabetes meds has hunger as a possible side effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what's going on.  Just in the past year, when I have tried to cut back on food, this same thing happens.  After 2 weeks on WW, I should be getting used to smaller portions, not have it getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears Thursday, trying to stave off a headache cause I was so freakin' hungry.  So I tried going without that pill the past few days, and I think I'm better but who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a dr's appointment this afternoon.  I have a list of all the symptoms I've been having lately.  Looked up hypothyroidism and out of 14 listed symptoms, I have 10.  Will probably have to give up some blood this afternoon.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111506219881581232?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111506219881581232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111506219881581232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111506219881581232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111506219881581232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/05/doctor-doctor-hep-me-hep-me.html' title='Doctor, doctor, hep me hep me'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111471808460280267</id><published>2005-04-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:54:44.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older is not for sissies</title><content type='html'>I thought of another couple of reasons to lose weight, but I forgot.   Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dieting thing is not really getting easier.  I'm still hungry most of the time.  Actually went to bed really early last night to avoid supper.  Of course I woke up starving at 2 in the morning.  Had a little peanut butter, tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have exceeded my whole day's points with lunch, but who knows.  At least I'm changing my habits.  Sticking with diet drinks, had 1/2 sandwich and 1/2 salad for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tonight with friends to a Mexican place.  That should be interesting.  I think this place has shrimp so I may have shrimp and Diet Coke.  Yippy.  Oh well, we are also playing Texas Hold 'Em at the bar.  Maybe I can kick someone's ass.  And I'm having a really good hair day today, if I do say so  myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hungry though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111471808460280267?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111471808460280267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111471808460280267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111471808460280267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111471808460280267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/getting-older-is-not-for-sissies.html' title='Getting older is not for sissies'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111445736885301959</id><published>2005-04-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:29:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>Thought IE was crapping out on me on that last post, so now I'll finish.  I'm not writing here how much I currently weigh, it's just too freakin' embarassing.  Maybe in about 30-40 pounds from now, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My issues with food - I have not usually been one to be an emotional eater.  My problem has been when I am physically hungry, I get headaches often, and I know if I don't eat, the pain gets worse.  I've always been good at distinguishing between actually being hungry and just wanting to munch on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of an in between meal snacker.  My problem is usually the meals I eat are not healthy and the quantity is too big.  I also don't get regular exercise.  Another problem is that I don't like many vegetables, so it's hard to be a healthy snacker, cause I am not one to munch on carrots or celery, etc.  Blech.  Ever heard the phrase, "I didn't climb to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables"?  That is me to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I do eat emotionally, it's usually out of loneliness.  Some days it's tougher than others being single.  I like my solitude and doing whatever the heck I want, but it's also nice to have someone to talk to.  Being a typical Gemini, I can be a social butterfly and never shut my mouth, once I get cranked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111445736885301959?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111445736885301959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111445736885301959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111445736885301959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111445736885301959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111445688253890449</id><published>2005-04-25T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:21:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna float away</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today I am actually writing down how much fluid I am taking in.  Feel like I should just park my desk next to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is weigh in day, so I'm doing a good job today of staying in my point range and drinking enough.  I find if I fill up a water bottle and keep it on my desk, I will unconsciously reach for it and before I know it, 24 ounces are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling hungry, don't think my stomach has adjusted to eating less.  I'm not the most patient person when it comes to this, so this whole experience will be the hardest thing I've ever done but also the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the stuff about "you didn't gain it overnight, don't expect to lose it yada yada yada".  And maybe I can findly learn patience since I have over 100 pounds to lose.  Actually nearer 125, now if that's not mind boggling I don't know what is.  I need to lose a whole person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111445688253890449?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111445688253890449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111445688253890449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111445688253890449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111445688253890449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/gonna-float-away.html' title='Gonna float away'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111435457675933171</id><published>2005-04-24T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:56:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting sucks</title><content type='html'>Reason #16 - No more snoring, or Ihope so.  So I've been told I snore.  Yeah, that's attractive in a woman.  And snoring is worse the more weight you have on you, so maybe I won't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #17 - Will fit into a restaurant booth.  I hate how some restaurants have the table attached to the wall and you can't move it.  Well, I went out to dinner last night and squeezed into one.  It's hard enough going to a restaurant alone, hate wedging into a booth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111435457675933171?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111435457675933171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111435457675933171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111435457675933171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111435457675933171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/dieting-sucks.html' title='Dieting sucks'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111435430466203635</id><published>2005-04-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:51:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surefire way to remember birth control forever</title><content type='html'>And I do mean forever.  Went to a baby shower yesterday for my nephew's wife.  Holy crap, there were 3 other little babies there and my 2 year old nephew.  All the women were just chattering away about babies babies babies.  I kept checking my watch to see if it was time to go to my Bowlathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I wanted children, but I think being 40, I know I don't have the energy to deal with them.  And I think I'm too selfish to give up my whole life like these women do.  Of course, never say never.  If the right guy came along and wanted children with me, maybe.  But only if I could be a stay at home mom.  I don't see how anybody does it and works full time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111435430466203635?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111435430466203635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111435430466203635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111435430466203635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111435430466203635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/surefire-way-to-remember-birth-control.html' title='Surefire way to remember birth control forever'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111412375561434789</id><published>2005-04-21T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:49:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doable Men</title><content type='html'>I have been DVR-ing all the Gilmore Girls episodes on the ABC family channel, to get all caught up.  The guy who is now #1 on my most d0able list is Scott Patterson, Luke.  Holy begeezus, he's hot.  And those shoulder, I am a sucker for a tall guy with broad shoulders.  So he has moved straight to the top for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I love my DVR so much, I'd marry it if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111412375561434789?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111412375561434789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111412375561434789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111412375561434789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111412375561434789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/doable-men.html' title='Doable Men'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111411498152358973</id><published>2005-04-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:23:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If not for the pain</title><content type='html'>I have spent an interesting last 2 days, suffering the worst f-ing cramps I have ever had in my life.  Had to pull out the Vicodin which doesn't even work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, to quote Mad About You's Jamie, if men ever had cramps, they would shoot themselves.  They could not handle this shit.  If men went throught the PMS crap, there would be cures and 14 drugs on the market to take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, how come there's 3 drugs on the market to help men and none for us?  Oh that's right, that don't make a drug that will cook, do the dishes and take out the trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111411498152358973?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111411498152358973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111411498152358973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111411498152358973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111411498152358973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-not-for-pain.html' title='If not for the pain'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12340717.post-111411425129020884</id><published>2005-04-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:15:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Around</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just started this blog thing a few days ago, and already I'm changing blog sites. So I am cutting &amp; pasting the other stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday April 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;Hello to WhoeverDunno if anyone will ever read this, but I'm giving it a shot. I'm embarking on another attempt at weight loss and thought this time it might be good to write things down as I go. Hopefully it will help. I just started this thing on Friday, it's only Sunday and it's been a crappy weekend as far as food goes. Had a migraine all day yesterday and about half of today. The migraines make me hungry and the pain is worse if I don't eat. Pretty lousy timing, makes me so mad at my body and helpless. I have always known the difference between real physical hunger and just wanting to eat. These migraine things produce real damn hunger and I'm sick of it.Can you tell I'm in a bad mood tonight? Doesn't help that I have to get up at freakin' 4:30 in the morning to be at work at 5:30 so we can show up at a nursing home at the buttcrack of dawn for an investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday April 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Monday and my mood is a little better. Not because I feel better physically, which I don’t really, but I’ll get to that. We are at a nursing home, had to show up right before shift change at 6:00 a.m. One trait I have that I’ve NEVER been able to change – I am not a morning person. I normally don’t even get up until 6:30 on a workday. Left alone, I would sleep till 8. Anyway, was supposed to get up at 4:30 today, but my body betrayed me again and I woke up at 4. I think I was worried about oversleeping or something.So anyway, the reason I am smiling. We are set up in the library, going over our documents, the facility lobby is just outside the door. I have been listening to the conversations of the residents who are sitting by the front window and conversing with each other. One woman says she is having a baby, another asks if it’s a boy or girl, she says boy. Mind you, these 2 are over 70. 30 minutes later, the one who is allegedly having a baby says she is getting married to a white boy. (She is black). Another lady starts to sing the books of the Bible. She then asks them how old they were when they took Jesus as their Savior. Oh, I forgot the best one – one of the men sitting in his wheelchair out there, asked one of the women if she wanted to sit on his lap. She giggled like a little girl. These people are so cute. I’m like a lot of people and pray to God I don’t end up in a nursing home. But if I do, I hope I can make friends and have others to chat with. Oh yeah, and I forgot - after listening to the music at activity time, I do believe the Hokey Pokey is really what it’s all about.I’ve decided to make a list of why I want to lose weight, then when I get weak, I can remind myself. You know that saying, “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels”? Well I got to thinking, this one doesn’t really work for me, since I’ve never been thin, so I have nothing to compare it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So……………Reason #1 – My health. Tired of being tired, want to reverse the diabetes, protect my heart and not end up in bad shape when I’m older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 – My looks. Don’t care how much I’ve tried to accept myself as I am, or how much some people say fat is beautiful, I’m not buying it. I look better thinner, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3 - $56 a month in diabetes medication. According to the Dr., and from past experience of losing a little weight, if I get the weight off, my blood sugar will go down, and I most likely will not need the medicine anymore, if I watch what I eat.The next reasons are not in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Clothes – while the Plus Size market has expanded a lot in recent years (no pun intended), there are still way few choices in plus sized clothes. Especially in pretty lingerie, dressy clothes and chic and cute stuff. I’d rather be caught dead than in a muumuu. As a thin person, I will have more shopping choices and will get more for my money since plus sized clothes cost more. (That irritates the snot out of me, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Men – let’s face it, your choice of eligible men goes down drastically as your weight goes up. It’s that old double standard, men are visual and looks matter more to them. While to women, we are more interested in personality. Not saying that looks aren’t important, cause who really wants to end up with a cretin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I have forgotten what it’s like to wear heels. It just hurts too damn much now. Don’t think it’s me getting older, I think it’s putting my bulk on little ointed toes shoes with little heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Wearing a bathing suit in public will be no biggie. I don’t want to even think about wearing one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 8 I can buy stuff from Victoria’s Secret. Not that I will, cause it pisses me off, they don’t sell plus sizes. I mean hey – even Fredericks sells plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Sex will be more fun. It’s fun now, but not near as easy as it would be, being lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Energy – God I can’t remember what it’s like to have energy. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 I can reach my legs easier to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday April 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, miracle of miracles, went to weigh in at lunch and I had dropped 4 pounds. color me surprised. After the weekend I had with the migraines and constant eating I was expecting bad news. I've been 5 whole days without a sugary soft drink, and I think that makes a difference. It has in the past.Thought of more reasons -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - No more Jabba the Hut. I am pear shaped and when I sit down, my body just condenses down to this Jabba the Hut shape and I hate it. The chairs in our conference room at work are the worst. They are not made for people with wide butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - Can fit better in airplane seats. I can't believe that as short as I am that even I don't have enough leg room on a plane, but at my size I sure as hell don't have enough room width-wise in a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - Can fit on a roller coaster again. Not that I want to ride one again, but any and all types of amusement park rides, go carts, bumper boats, whatever - just not possible at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 - Can fit better in seats at arenas and theaters. Had the most godawful experience in Shreveport a couple of months back. Went to a hockey game and could not fit in the seat. I saw other people in the arena larger than me and they had managed to fit, but for some reason I couldn't. Even if I had angled myself to sit I think I would have been so uncomfortable I would have been miserable. So needless to say I couldn't even sit with my group. Not sure anyone evn noticed and I have been mortified and not wanting to go back to Sunday School since. It was the Singles group that went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12340717-111411425129020884?l=easttxqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111411425129020884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12340717&amp;postID=111411425129020884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111411425129020884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12340717/posts/default/111411425129020884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://easttxqueen.blogspot.com/2005/04/changing-around.html' title='Changing Around'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18282379998208743591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgpnhm-HMBg/TwZDbZ5XVzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dltYeQBosBk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
