<?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-7820682040025799596</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:27.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-3141070833313915413</id><published>2009-03-30T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:38:49.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I weighed 290 pounds when I joined OA."</title><content type='html'>... that is how it is gonna start... my story anyway... years from now... what comes next i am not sure but very excited to find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i went to my first Overeaters Anon. meeting on saturday... "Hi, my name is 'Alice' and i am a compulsive overeater."... it was amazing... i was amazed at a couple things... the first was that i wasnt alone... the second was how welcoming everyone was.  I shared my story about my friend passing away and the support i felt from total strangers was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday will probably be the meeting i go to most often, and when i cant make saturday, i will go to one on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get it, the literature, the program, the steps, food plan, sponsorship... it all makes a great deal of sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far today i have been able to abstain from using food.  i had a moderate, breakfast and lunch with no snacking in between.  3pm is the hardest for me, i am so used to going to the vending machine.  i reminded myself that is just habit.  i pulled some OA literature out of my bag at 3pm and read that instead.  it's not like my stomache was growling or anything like that.  it was just habit.  the self talk and literature worked... here it is 1/2 hour left of work and so far no slip ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop at the grocery store and get something for dinner, so i have been contemplating what to get.... however i dont think i have been obsessing.  i am very tired.  so post dinner snacking probably wont happen... that is one thing about me.... i will always choose sleep over food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was the first time i have been genuinely happy in a very long time.  i think the reason for that is that going to that OA meeting restored in me a sense of HOPE.  that has been missing for a very very long time.  i was presented with a program and support system that gives me hope and the tools i need to 'live life between meals'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-3141070833313915413?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3141070833313915413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-weighed-290-pounds-when-i-joined-oa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/3141070833313915413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/3141070833313915413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-weighed-290-pounds-when-i-joined-oa.html' title='&quot;I weighed 290 pounds when I joined OA.&quot;'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-1235903716288149146</id><published>2009-03-06T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:48:22.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism</title><content type='html'>sorry for the ranty post yesterday... i was a little frazzeled and didnt say anything that i wanted to say... stuff just came out.  i am glad it did, but i am a bit more optimistic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was married in 2005 and when i went to meet the unitarian minister to go over the vows, i walked into a church building i had never been in before.  it was in a neighboring town that was unfamilar to me as well.  i parked the car and walked into what i thought was the main entrance.  it was a nice old building.  in the foyer there was a staircase, and a large room to my right.  i peaked my head in, looking for a man i had never met before.  the room was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was early so i took a seat.  shortly there after  a woman joined me.  she sat on the couch across from me.  she smiled and said hi.  i returned the greeting.  a little while later another woman appeared.  she smiled and said hi and asked, "are you here for the meeting?".... as i was there for a meeting i said, "what meeting?", clearly confused.  she said, "the Overeaters Anynomous meeting".  i replied no, that i was there to meet the reverend.  i slowly got up, grabbed my things and moved toward the foyer.  both very nice woman smiling at me.  my head jumbled and confused.  the one lady must have been the facilator.  she said, "well you are more than welcome to join us if u wish"... she was spreading literature out on the table.  i said i would see how long i was with the reverend and might stop back on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt of course.  i was horrified and intriqued at the same time.  firstly, i was about to get married and uber emotional and how dare she see me, a fat girl, and just assume i have a problem with food.... (isn't denile grand?)... secondly, what the hell was OA?... there is a group like that really?.... 'powerless against food'... my ass!... i am not powerless in the least (unless u r a hoho or potato chip).  and thirdly and lastly... I wondered if that was a sign... if maybe this group could help me.  that last thought was fleeting... afterall i had a wedding to get through... my issues would have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;periodically i would go to the OA website... still unsure.  then recently i got sucked into a show on tv called 'sober house'... it is about some b-list celebs recovering from addiction in the same house.  and i realized what draws me to the show isnt the celebs, or the drama.... it is the potrayal of recovery from addiction.  and i realized, i have a lot of the same feelings and issues when it comes to food.  the difference is they have a network of support.  i dont feel like i have that.  so i have come full circle back to OA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week while at my local book store i asked a nice lady where their 'eating disorder' section was.  she showed me.  i went through many books in that section as well in the 'diet' section.  i came across two books based on OA principles.  both very small, both came home with me.  i also bought a proper food journal called "DietMinder, Personal Food and Fitness Journal - A Deluxe Food Diary by MemoryMinder Journals."  I often tried to create my own food journal... but that never seemed to work for long.  This one is extensive.  And i decided i deserved a proper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my negative talk revolved around the money i was spending... and then on the way home i felt guilty for spending money on myself.  but somehow, through the guilt and negative self talk... part of me felt like i had made the first step in a postive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have read a chapter a day in the one book. and i went back to the OA website and found a meeting in my area... i wrote down the information.  i put it in my back pocket.  i took it home and showed hubby.  i asked if he was okay with me doing this.  part of me always has to ask permission from those around me.  he said of course, he would support me anyway he could.  then he went bowling.  i took the piece of paper with the meeting info on it and put it in the OA book i am reading.  it is tomorrow at 10:30am.  i am meeting friends for lunch at noon so i would only be able to stay an hour... but i dont know how long the meeting would last.  there is a telephone number listed for the facilitator.  maybe i should call her.  i am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of what i dont kno.  i dont kno anyone there probably.  i dont know the facilitator i dont think.  it could only help.  so why am i so afraid.  maybe it is because it will work.  maybe it is because it means i am not as alone as i think.  maybe it is because if i go... then i am admitting i am addicted to food.  and that is not something i want people to know.  but the reality is they can look at me and see that.  so maybe i am afraid of admitting i need help.  it is very hard for me to accept help when it is offered and even harder for me to seek it out. but i clearly cant do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i physically shuddered when i wrote that last line so i think that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.  all this self-examination is work.  and my schedule for the rest of the month is crazy.  i tend to get ahead of myself and stress.  i am trying to slow that down a little.  tonight while i am highlighting my hair i will be working on my homework.  tomorrow i have an OA meeting at 10:30  ;)  then at noon a friend is bringing her bf to lunch with us.  he is a contractor and is going to give me an estimate on my creeky porch.  then at 6pm i am going over to a friends for dinner then a party.  then sunday morning up early and breakfast out with hubby, then over to my friends place by 10:30 to set up a video conference between her daughter and herself.  my friend will be in Bulgaria.  i will be hepling her grandmother watch her daughter while she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i can make time for everyone else, i should be able to make time for myself as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-1235903716288149146?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-7213647346290983954</id><published>2009-03-05T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:59:15.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ggrrr...</title><content type='html'>i really wanted to keep this blog positive, but i cant because all of my feelings are not postitive.  i am sad and dissapointed.  sad because another friend of mine passed away.  and dissapointed in myself that i didnt spend more time with her.  our last contact was months ago when she called me to invite me over.  i let it go to voicemail and never called her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday her bf (whom i am even closer too) came over with pictures and together we made a memory board for the wake and funeral.  and i cooked.  i had to feed him.  they were incredibly close and lived together for four years.  and now with B. gone i feel the need to mother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG and i met in 1992 and we have been friends ever since.  He is an amazing artist.  when he introduced me to his gf, B. i just knew she was the one for him.  He has some issues and needs people he can trust and feel safe around.  He did so well when he was with B.   now i pray he finds a way to continue on.  and i worry about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-7213647346290983954?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7213647346290983954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/ggrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/7213647346290983954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/7213647346290983954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/ggrrr.html' title='ggrrr...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-7333871881871897996</id><published>2009-02-20T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:44:21.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>restart</title><content type='html'>yep, i have been gone a bit because i have been off the wagon so to speak.  so now you know, if i am quiet it is because i am being bad.  i missed a couple of weigh-ins as well apparently from the looks of the list i created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only been to the counselor once.  and i have talked to a couple other people about my friend who passed.  and i realized something.  i would not want to be judged by the last decision i made in my life.  so it was unfair to do that to her.  and if i can forgive her for the choice she made.... then i should also forgive myslef for not being able to change her mind.  since this line of thinking has been in place i feel so much better.  i can think of my friend and not be angry.  i smile when i remember the good times... or water the plants she gave me to take care of before her surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss her but it is in a much more positive way.  one of the things she and i were so different on was how we spent money.  she had no problem spending money on herself.  i do.  so to honor her memory i am going to treat myself to little indulgences now and then... a pedicure here and a manicure there.  this way, i feel like she is still with me, like she taught me something that i will carry on long after she is gone.  and that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my motivation is slowly coming back.  my eating is horrible.  but i joined weight watchers online, Discovery Health's National Body Challenge, and there is a Wellness Awareness Day at my job so i signed up for a free health screening.  i thought i might chicken out, so i signed up for the screening just to make sure i would go... cause if i have an appointment i will show up.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Dr. G last night and somehow her show always motivates me to want to go to the gym.  so i am gonna go tomorrow morning.  hubby works... i have no excuses cause i have nothing planned till 5pm.  wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking a lot about my eating disorder and trying to pinpoint when it started.  often times i have blamed my absentee father, or the arrival of my step-father.  i tried to think of it objectively and pinpoint when i turned to food for comfort that i was not finding in my home.  and a memory came to me... i was a young girl and it was summer and i was home alone.  the tv was on and i was sitting in a chair with a bag of potato chips looking out the window and thinking i shouldnt be inside on such a beautiful day.... i should be outside.  but i didnt go outside.  after all there was no one to play with and nothing to do out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is when i realized that i was taught to work at a very young age.  i was not encouraged to play.... playing with other children always felt pointless to me.  but if an adult gave me a job to do then i would do it without question.  so apparently i never really learned how to entertain myself.  as an only child in the country... i always thought i was good at this.  but now i realized i was really incredibly bored and lonely.  the only hobby i really had was crayfishin... and when i stopped that i started to read.... and eat... and gain weight. wow... that part just kinda hit me hard right there.  i remember being very young in the creek up to my knees lifting up rocks and catching crayfish.  sometime i would catch salamanders and frogs too... but mostly crayfish... i would always let them go at the end of the day... but i would catch them and put them in a bucket and show my mom... then take them down to the creek again and let them go.  that was how i played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... i just googled images of crayfish and wow... i got so happy and even started twirling my hair again like i used to when i was little.  i think i am gonna find a nice picture of a cray fish and carry it with me.  that might sound like an odd thing to do.  but when i was a little girl, in the creek catching crayfish i was happy, healthy, and active.  it will be a reminder to me that there are other activities than eating.  maybe i will post one pic on the fridge too!  then when i am bored and reach for food... i will see the crayfish, smile and go do something fun instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how this all came to me just now, just by blogging.  wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-7333871881871897996?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7333871881871897996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/restart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/7333871881871897996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/7333871881871897996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/restart.html' title='restart'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-6226293718026706338</id><published>2009-01-22T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:09:55.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>therapy</title><content type='html'>so i met with my therapist the other day.  she is nice.  i like her.  we talked about my friend D. who passed.  she bought up some very real issues.  like the fact i didnt go to D.'s memorial service by have contributed to the lack of closure on my part.  she talked of forgiveness.  she also mentioned it was hard for me cause i identified with D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was right on so many things.  i cried a little.  knowing i have to continue this journey alone.  i am an only child.  i know what it means to be alone.  it was nice having a friend with me for a while on this journey for a bit.  and now i have to readjust to doing it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i faltered yesterday and had a cinomin roll.  other than that i have been pretty good with the eating.  still have not been to the gym tho.  i think about it, but dont go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed lately i dont wanna leave the house much.  when i am home alone i dont wanna go out.  my home is my sanctuary.  it is safe and i still feel i have a lot of healing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-6226293718026706338?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6226293718026706338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6226293718026706338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6226293718026706338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/therapy.html' title='therapy'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-6460558267264972399</id><published>2009-01-14T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:38:18.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home sick</title><content type='html'>sorry for no blog yesterday... i stayed home sick... something that never happens... as evidenced by the office rumor that started because i said i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; keep my breakfast down... yes, apparently that caused everyone to think i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  no, i am on the pill and on the rag so chances are i am not 'with child'.  post nasal drip is the real star of the show... you can name him anything u want.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i woke up got ready for work, had a couple toaster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt; and then got sick in the kitchen sink.  i heard hubby over my shoulder, "maybe u should stay home".  good idea.  i thought i would lay down, wake up around 10am and re-assess.  i woke up at 2pm.  dragged my butt to the couch and tried to distract myself with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  hubby came home with over the counter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and made it all better... i was right as rain by 7:30pm.  i even kept dinner down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i had my meeting with a coworker to talk about our friend who passed.  i will refer to her as D.  J. and i got coffee and a table and talked about D.  the good times, the bad times, and the crazy times.  it was just what i needed.  i told her everything about how i feel and how i am not dealing with D. being gone very well.  J suggested that maybe D. is actually trying to help and encourage me in her own way... which we all know meant screwing it up first.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do feel a ton better and now almost like i made to big a deal out of it... so i should have problem going to the gym then, right?  i mean if that was what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;holdin&lt;/span&gt; me back.  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; of next week will be my target day to try the gym.  my period should be over by then.  i will have seen the shrink that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.  here is hoping, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-6460558267264972399?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6460558267264972399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6460558267264972399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6460558267264972399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-sick.html' title='home sick'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-9207811539780201862</id><published>2009-01-12T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:00:30.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crusin comes to an end</title><content type='html'>yea, i have been doing so very good in the eating department.  healthy good for me food.  and i havent been hungry.  yesterday when i was talking to my mother on the phone i was absentmindedly fiddling with something in the pantry... when i looked down to see what it was it was horrified to see my hand trying to open a package of truffles... a gift from a friend.  i quickly looked over the counter and saw a bag of 'naked' pecans.  so i started fumbling with that instead.  i ate a couple of those.  then i deposited the unopened box of truffles in the garbage with a feeling of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no gym action.  i keep thinking about it.  my gym bag is packed and waiting for me in the foyer.  but still i have not gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a banana and a bowl of fiber one cereal for breakfast.  (and water)  then got to work and had coffee... and by 10am i was hungry.  i packed my lunch today (Yay Me!)... so i grabbed the apple i packed and munched that around 11am.  and now i am counting the minutes till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed home-made bean soup and leftover rice for lunch.  i used the container that i always think is too small when in reality it is a perfect portion size for lunch.  i also packed a yogurt to take care of that 3 o'clock sweet craving that usually has me running to the vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fought the urge to weigh myself this morning.  i can get obsessive about the numbers.  that is why i posted that list.  it reminds me when to weigh myself, otherwise i would be weighing myself everyday... and then multiple times a day.  and then it starts to dictate my mood.  and that is not healthy.  so i figure, twice a month is a good gage.  and will do my best not to weigh in more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-9207811539780201862?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/9207811539780201862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/crusin-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/9207811539780201862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/9207811539780201862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/crusin-comes-to-end.html' title='crusin comes to an end'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-6085350743825958467</id><published>2009-01-11T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:49:01.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mom</title><content type='html'>so today i told my mom.  she called to tell me about some family issues.  that was enlightening.  it made me realize that everyone in my family has their own way of coping with things... my mom buries her emotions, an uncle uses alcohol, an aunt pop pills... none of them have ever even considered therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be like any of them.  i see my mothers buried emotions come to the surface from time to time while at the same time eating her alive.  i know first hand the dangers of drug and alcohol abuse.  i want to get better.  i want to deal with and work though my issues.  i no longer want to use food to sedate valid emotions.  and a therapist can help me with this.  i only wish my family could see how therapy would help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told my mom about my thoughts about my friend.  about my inability to 'get over it'.  i reminded her that i have was diagnosed with an ED three years ago.  i felt i had to remind her cause it is something, one of many things, we never talk about.  i told her that i was going back to therapy.  hubby cautioned against telling her.  he was worried her reaction would effect my recovery.  i took a chance and it worked well.  she had some questions but when i explained what was happening she seemed to understand and she shared with me a death she isnt over yet.  so that was good.  it showed a level of understanding i dont think she has shown me before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-6085350743825958467?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6085350743825958467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6085350743825958467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/6085350743825958467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom.html' title='mom'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-5921334171069573104</id><published>2009-01-10T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:40:58.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday - rearranged</title><content type='html'>originally i had a date with a friend to go bra shopping at this cute little boutigue.  then something came up on her end and we needed to reschedule.  honestly i just wanted to stay home and after the stressful lunch of yesterday with coworkers, i began to think that maybe taking a day to myself was not such a bad thing.  and to that the threat of bad weather (always taken seriously here in Buffalo) and an empty bank account i had rationalized my hermatige quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called me today and woke me up... i was still asleep at 10:30 ... that never happens, plus i had the weirdest dream about bear costumes at a wedding... anyway...  doll and i talked and i was honest with her.  she is one of the few i feel safe with... i mean completely safe on an emotional level... she has been through so much herself that she is done with drama... so with no motive and an open heart she is always there for me... that is why i call her my doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her this past year and we quickly became very close.  so it was easy to be honest with her.  she didnt know i have an ED.  that made me realize... when i am working on managing my ED i tell people i trust.  when i give in to the beast and deny it... i dont tell anyone.  that gave me concern about this blog.  if i slip off the wagon again will i stop blogging out of shame?  hopefully not.  and now that i will be seeing a counselor again i am hoping this blog can be a journaling tool i use in therapy.  last time they always wanted me to journal and i never did.... now i am journaling  before they even ask me... lol... guess i am a bit contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby works on saturdays so i am home alone all day.  and that is just what i need to day.  our house was built in 1900.  three bedrooms upstairs.  there is the master bedroom, the guest room, and my studio.  i love to sew and my hobbies are numerous enough to warrent their own room.  my studio is also my dressing room.  it holds my closet, mirrior, dresser and jewelry box.  it is a space all my own to be creative and pretty.  it is a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that say it all?  the one room of the house that is all mine i neglect horribly.  there are clothes waiting to be put away on the work table, obscuring the sewing machine.  projects are backing up because i cant even get around the table to work.  you cant see the top of the dresser due to jewelry and stuff... it is a dissaster.  what is meant to be a place of beauty and creativity is an ucky chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i am taking it back... i am aware i might not get through all the mess today and that is okay... i will do the best i can.  armed with garbage bags and totes... i am going to go through it all and purge baby purge.  lol.  most of the clothes either dont fit or were gifts from my mother that i cant stand.  and the craft  and sewing projects just need to be organized and finished.  hubby took care of the downstairs chores yesterday after he got home from work while i was at the grocery store.  it was a long day but i came home to a clean first floor.  so i have no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am taking today for me.  working on my sewing projects makes me so happy.  i need that kind of stress relief now more than ever.  so i am gonna focus on my studio and in extention myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-5921334171069573104?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5921334171069573104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-rearranged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/5921334171069573104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/5921334171069573104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-rearranged.html' title='saturday - rearranged'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-4432427795449792880</id><published>2009-01-09T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:05:33.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little sensitive</title><content type='html'>okay, so now that i am 'off food' i am a little sensitive.  by that i mean since i am making a effort to eat right, just enough, and only when i am hungry... all the sedated emotions are coming to the front.  i kno that i use food to dull these emotions, and now that i am trying only to use it for nourishment ... i say i am stressed.  when in reality... these thoughts and emotions were always there... i just used food like a drug to dull them down to be easier to deal with.  now they come flooding back like bright lights in the darkness... and i am blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to lunch with a friend and coworker and barely got through the social portion of the event.  i got a half veggie burger sub on whole wheat with lettuce tomato and onions, with pepper jack cheese, lowfat mayo, and mustard.  as a side i grabbed an orange and a diet coke.  so i did fine with the food choice.  it was the conversation i couldnt handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was overly sensitive at statements made and in general just felt everything a bit more deeply.  i couldnt wait till it was over and i could return to my office.  i texted hubby saying i needed a hug.  he texted me back saying he would have lots of hugs ready for me when i got home.  he is such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the part i hate.  the part where i feel wounded.  it's like i just stood up from the therapist's couch all day everyday.  does this ever go away?  i have lost weight before.  that didnt make it go away... i felt wounded and crazy.  i need to replace food as a coping mechanism with something else... but what?  until i figure that out, i guess i will wear my heart on my sleeve and pray it stays safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-4432427795449792880?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4432427795449792880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-sensitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4432427795449792880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4432427795449792880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-sensitive.html' title='little sensitive'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-3436995710357886341</id><published>2009-01-09T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:54:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far, not much to report.</title><content type='html'>yea, so things are going okay today... no binging or emotional eating so far today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast consisted of a seaseme bagel with egg and cheese and coffee.  so i am okay with that for now.  i am just finishing up my coffee and will soon be foraging for lunch.  honestly tho, i am not that hungry.  i am a bit distracted with life stress.  lol.  i am just glad it is friday, i need a weekend.  after work i will run to the store before going home.  i should make a list before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning out the menu's and creating a grocery list based on the menu helps me not buy trigger foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling a wee bit dehydrated... will get a water for lunch... i think that is why i have a headache... or it could be stress.  lol.  who knows... either way, water cant hurt. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-3436995710357886341?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3436995710357886341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-not-much-to-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/3436995710357886341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/3436995710357886341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-not-much-to-report.html' title='so far, not much to report.'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-8001181719357630357</id><published>2009-01-08T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:43:50.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gave in</title><content type='html'>so i went to the vending machine.... i thought i would have a little faith in myself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  all the 'healthy' snacks are regulated to the lower right hand corner.... so i forced myself to focus on that corner and not look at the chips and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;candy bars&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kashi&lt;/span&gt; TLC granola bar, peanut butter flavor.  it has 140 calories, 4 grams of fiber and 7 grams of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;.  it totally hit the spot.  it took a while to eat too so that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to cook tonight.  hubby bowls tonight so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to make dinner for us... i just need to throw together something for myself.  so i think i will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; and rice.  with maybe some popcorn later if i am hungry.  yea, that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in case u are wondering... yes, i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;.  someone actually looked at me and said, "Really?!?! You are the 'healthiest' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; i have ever seen!"  i took 'healthy' to mean fat, but that's okay.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;losts&lt;/span&gt; of fattening foods &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; contain meat.  think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-8001181719357630357?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8001181719357630357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/gave-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/8001181719357630357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/8001181719357630357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/gave-in.html' title='gave in'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-4706667635831297478</id><published>2009-01-08T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:37:43.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch</title><content type='html'>so on lunch i ran to the post office and mailed the mortgage payment then stoped at subway and got a veggie pattie sub made into a salad.  i got fat free dressing on the side and said no to the chips and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i felt pretty good... for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it is 3:34 pm and the vending machine is callin me... and i keep tellin myself i can go there and get something healthy, but i am afraid.  so i am blogging and working and tryin not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-4706667635831297478?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4706667635831297478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4706667635831297478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4706667635831297478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch.html' title='lunch'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-5796069765545387481</id><published>2009-01-08T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:50:40.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things are looking up :)</title><content type='html'>okay so yesterday i received an email from a coworker mentioning how she misses the coworker of ours that passed.  instead of responding via email, i called her today and invited her for coffee.  so we are going to meet for coffee next week and talk about our friend.  i am excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as i got off the work phone with j. my cell rang... it was the counselor i left a message with yesterday.  i have an appointment with her later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all i feel a ton better.  i feel like i have a network in place now to deal with the issue of grief, and now i can focus on me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize how selfish that sounds, but that is what this blog is about after all... it's the one place i can be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; and work on being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-5796069765545387481?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5796069765545387481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-are-looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/5796069765545387481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/5796069765545387481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-are-looking-up.html' title='things are looking up :)'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-8052940662956412906</id><published>2009-01-08T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:23:28.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew?</title><content type='html'>yesterday when i was blogging about my friend who has passed i realized that i never got past the anger stage of grief.  i ended that blog short because i was amazed and how mad and upset i got.  and i realized how unhealthy that was.  she has been gone now for almost two years, i had no idea i still carried that kind of emotion around for her.  i realized i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended the blog and opened another browser window and pulled up the website for my health insurance.  i did a search for counselors and psychologists.  for while i was seeing someone who specialized in eating disorders three years ago, i had to stop seeing her because she wasnt covered by my insurance i could not afford her fees out of pocket any longer.  i stopped seeing her before my friend passed.  so i havnt really talked to a professional about any of this.  and i think that is why it is taking me so long to deal with it in a healthy way.  so i called my insurance to see what and who is covered, picked and name and left a message.  i was able to find a woman who has experience treating eating disorders, amoung many other things.  so i am hopefull.  i will let you know if and when she gets back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a sensible dinner last night, then whined that i didnt have any healthy snacks.  hubby cuddled with me on the couch and i tried not to be too much of a brat.  remembering how my counselor told me that sometimes i eat out of habbit... and so i wasnt really hungry, just bored.  so i stuck it out then went to bed early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i didnt sleep well.  all this emotional static running through my head.  i couldnt just let myself be.  so this morning while hubby was shoveling i had a nice long talk with my self in the bathroom mirrior.  i reminded myself i had a life to live separte from all of this, a good job and house to run.  i gave myself permission to feel as much as needed, but i reclaimed my thought process.  i will leave the grief part for the professional and try to carry on and make the right choices.  with my head right i got ready for work.  even tho it was his day off, hubby shoveled the walk and driveway and even brushed off my car.  i gave him a smooch and slowly made my way through the slush to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once here i was unsure how many other would be able to make it in, so i thought i would go early to get coffee.  i work at a university and there is a tim hortons on campus.  while in line i thought about making the right choices and also about how good the cinommin buns looked.  lol.  i was getting hungrier by the minute.  when it was my turn i ordered a large coffee, and a tosted seaseme bagel with cream cheese.  later i would curse myself for not getting light cream cheese, but the fact that i resisted not only the cinommin bun but a bagel with egg and cheese (wich i love), kinda balances out in my head.  so while i see room for improvement, i also see no reason to beat myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofar so good today.  i of course didnt think to bring a lunch so i will have to venture out for that.  i will keep you posted.  till then, back to work for me... maybe someday i will see the top of my desk.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-8052940662956412906?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8052940662956412906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/8052940662956412906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/8052940662956412906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-knew.html' title='who knew?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-2944302377563091361</id><published>2009-01-07T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:00:13.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT a new years resolution</title><content type='html'>i have been battling weight issues since the age of 11.  so this blog was not born from a new years resolution to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have profiles on other social networking sites and use them to keep in touch with old friends and make new ones.  i think i have a normal social life.  one thing i can not seem to share with people who kno me is my battle with weight loss.  i know why this is, and will get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of my friends are heavy.  each of them is at there own comfort level with their weight.  some appear to be accepting of it, some have beaten themselves up over it and have no self esteem, others are clearly trying to improve their health.  then there are those who weight is at a healthy level and dont seem to think of their weight at all, like my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me this is such a personal stuggle that i have a hard time sharing my true feeling with anyone close to me, save for my husband.  so posting blogs on the other networking sites for friends and family to read and confront me with in real life is just too much for me.  so i created this blog to journal my progress, turmoil, and fear over this issue... drama free, safely amoungst strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one time there was one friend who i shared this with... she started as a co-worker and quickly became my "chubby buddy"... 3 o'clock would come and we would go to the 'fat-machines' (vending machines) at work together on our break.  then we decided to get healthy... we joined a gym together and took our first Pilates class... our tummy hurt from laughing at ourselves moreso than from the exercise... we found a great place that served salads for lunch... and we tried so many different things, always together... until one day when she told me that she was  considering gastric bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she joked with me saying we should both have it done and maybe they would give us a two-for discount.... like it was a shoe-store or something.  I declined to join her, while making it clear i would support her in whatever she decided.  she told me she had tried everything... and felt that gb surgery was her only hope.  that got me thinking... had i tried everything?  no, i had never been to therapy.  so i found an eating disorder clinic and began seeing a counselor.  meanwhile my friend continued down the path to gastric bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while recovering from the surgery, she had a stroke and sliped into a coma, only to have another massive stroke and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is hard for me to share my continued stuggle with anyone i kno without seeing in them the friend i lost along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-2944302377563091361?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2944302377563091361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/2944302377563091361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/2944302377563091361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-new-years-resolution.html' title='NOT a new years resolution'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820682040025799596.post-4231575407089548767</id><published>2009-01-07T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:00:09.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>k, this is just a test... just to get something up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7820682040025799596-4231575407089548767?l=alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4231575407089548767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4231575407089548767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7820682040025799596/posts/default/4231575407089548767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-lostinwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238664966696743087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjvmOg4lmSU/SWSpv5I6bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fTBz5acTWk/S220/couch.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
