TigerCheer2009
<font color=990099>Random dancing and Xtreme Laund
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The thumb is doing much better now, thanks. It's almost normal size now on the outside!!! I'm soaking and taking the horse pills (Torture!)...um I mean the three-Advil-across antibiotics that the doctor gave me all the way through. I don't want to be known as Sausage Thumb the rest of the school year!
Eating has been alright. I woke up extremely late for me (9:00!
Never been very good at sleeping in) and had french toast for breakfast! 
It was alright. I had four slices though!!
I also walked to the library, got some more books, and stopped at a pizza shop for lunch. I had pizza for dinner last night (it wasn't very good but I ate it anyway).
Lunch was a chef salad with ranch, breadsticks, water and LOTS of conversation. Which means slower eating on my part! Some friends were there and we had a general good time.
Dinner: I have no clue. I'm not really hungry now, which is a blessing because:
has invaded our house and taken over our kitchen!! Four slices of cinnamon swirl are calling my name and I'm not LISTENING!
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Speaking of which, I survived exams!!! And the semester is over, with a new one starting tomorrow. Which means I have GYM! Yay for Gym! No more keyboarding and yearbook though. I am going to do my darndest to take away my study hall and be the Yearbook Aide. But still, I have to suffer through a day or two of study hall. Ugga bugga boo.
Linda-I am the cook in "cinderella"! I have my own SONG too!! Speaking of "Cindy"-I have practices all next week. This should be good...no
because of mandatory practices though 
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Taken and adapted: I Have A Dream Speech
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration of willpower in the history of our DISing.
On our first days here, many great Americans, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed a contract to themselves. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to many of others who thought they "couldn't do this", who had been seared in the flames of overpowering minds, cheetos-grabbing hands and bad habits. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But even now, the WISHers still are not free. Still, the life of a 150 Clubber is still sadly crippled by the power of negative thinking and the chains of old habits.
In a sense, we have come to our senses to cash a reality check. When the mods of our contracts wrote the magnificent words of the DISboards and WISH, they were signing a promissory note to which every DISer was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black (wo)men as well as white (wo)men (and all colors, even purple with blue polka dots), would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty the pursuit of happiness and the neverending quest for Health.
It is obvious today that some of us have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of ONEderland are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, we have given ourselves a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of willpower is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of carrots, low sugar Philly Swirls and water.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind us of the fierce urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of taking a break when we have worked this hard or to take the tranquilizing drug of snacky foods!
Now is the time to make real the promise of weight loss.
Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of Cheetos n Chocolate to the sunlit path of Healthy Ways.
Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of backslipping to the solid rock of stability.
Now is the time to make losing a reality to all of the WISHers.
It would be fatal for us to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of someone who is mentally and physically ready. This sweltering summer of the "Fatty Pattie"'s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of health and opportunity. 2005 is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the "rising statistics" needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if we return to business as usual.
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the 150ers are back on their tracks. The whirlwinds of chocolate and cheese will continue to shake the foundations of our plans until the bright day of rededication emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of smaller sizes. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for two pieces by drinking from the cup of sodas and juices. We must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into potato chips and Edy's Grand. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting happy mouths with busyness.
...
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of all this weight, cannot gain smaller sizes on the way down and subliminal messaging of the advertising!!!
Eating has been alright. I woke up extremely late for me (9:00!
Never been very good at sleeping in) and had french toast for breakfast! It was alright. I had four slices though!! I also walked to the library, got some more books, and stopped at a pizza shop for lunch. I had pizza for dinner last night (it wasn't very good but I ate it anyway).
Lunch was a chef salad with ranch, breadsticks, water and LOTS of conversation. Which means slower eating on my part! Some friends were there and we had a general good time.
Dinner: I have no clue. I'm not really hungry now, which is a blessing because:
has invaded our house and taken over our kitchen!! Four slices of cinnamon swirl are calling my name and I'm not LISTENING!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Speaking of which, I survived exams!!! And the semester is over, with a new one starting tomorrow. Which means I have GYM! Yay for Gym! No more keyboarding and yearbook though. I am going to do my darndest to take away my study hall and be the Yearbook Aide. But still, I have to suffer through a day or two of study hall. Ugga bugga boo.
Linda-I am the cook in "cinderella"! I have my own SONG too!! Speaking of "Cindy"-I have practices all next week. This should be good...no
because of mandatory practices though .Taken and adapted: I Have A Dream Speech
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration of willpower in the history of our DISing.
On our first days here, many great Americans, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed a contract to themselves. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to many of others who thought they "couldn't do this", who had been seared in the flames of overpowering minds, cheetos-grabbing hands and bad habits. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But even now, the WISHers still are not free. Still, the life of a 150 Clubber is still sadly crippled by the power of negative thinking and the chains of old habits.
In a sense, we have come to our senses to cash a reality check. When the mods of our contracts wrote the magnificent words of the DISboards and WISH, they were signing a promissory note to which every DISer was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black (wo)men as well as white (wo)men (and all colors, even purple with blue polka dots), would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty the pursuit of happiness and the neverending quest for Health.
It is obvious today that some of us have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of ONEderland are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, we have given ourselves a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of willpower is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of carrots, low sugar Philly Swirls and water.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind us of the fierce urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of taking a break when we have worked this hard or to take the tranquilizing drug of snacky foods!
Now is the time to make real the promise of weight loss.
Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of Cheetos n Chocolate to the sunlit path of Healthy Ways.
Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of backslipping to the solid rock of stability.
Now is the time to make losing a reality to all of the WISHers.
It would be fatal for us to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of someone who is mentally and physically ready. This sweltering summer of the "Fatty Pattie"'s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of health and opportunity. 2005 is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the "rising statistics" needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if we return to business as usual.
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the 150ers are back on their tracks. The whirlwinds of chocolate and cheese will continue to shake the foundations of our plans until the bright day of rededication emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of smaller sizes. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for two pieces by drinking from the cup of sodas and juices. We must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into potato chips and Edy's Grand. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting happy mouths with busyness.
...
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of all this weight, cannot gain smaller sizes on the way down and subliminal messaging of the advertising!!!
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Crazy!) and played "mattball"...kickball but longer and twisted! I kicked a couple times, ran some, almost caught a ball...it was great!!!
Anyway, I found a Cuisinart one at Bed,Bath and Beyond, yesterday, I used my 20% off coupon from Linens and Things, brought the toaster home, put an English Muffin in it and one side won't go down. DH(Dave) worked 19 hours yesterday, so I didn't want to go out with all the kids AGAIN and return the thing(20 miles away) so I ran down this AM with only 3 kids. On the way back I stopped at the store for milk, bread and eggs 
(isn't that what you are supposed to buy when your getting a storm) Anyway, while in the store a friend calls to tell me our kids school is dismissing early. I'm not sure why, since it was doing absolutly nothing. HELLO!!! Well, my kids go to a parochial school in a different county than we live in and the school district we live in was NOT dismissing early. So no busses were going to be coming for them. So I spent a good half hour on the phone trying to figure out how I was going to get the 3 school aged children home from 2 different schools. We do own a Suburban, however DH is using it, since our (his) minivan is being repaired. Anyway, I forgot about the water drinking thing with all of this going on. Eating was so so today. But I did work out for 60 minutes. 
