<?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-14377970</id><updated>2011-08-06T17:09:44.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bondibabe</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey to looking like a beach babe.  Hopefully.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-115292371335130280</id><published>2006-07-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:35:13.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just NOT Fair!</title><content type='html'>Why is it the number i see on the scales can dictate how i feel..i wish it wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I started a six week yoga course on Tues with my friend B which I really enjoyed, I have been to several beginner yoga courses and as soon as I walked in the space felt right compared to all the others...maybe this time i will stick to it and actually advance past yet another beginners course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling refreshed I woke early Wed and went for a run..the same route I used to do when i first starting walking, except instead of walking and feeling like I was about to have a heart attack I ran all the way - there and back. I was so proud of myself, I realised how far I had come, I felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it now, after stepping on the scales I feel down for only being down 100g. Although I did step on mid week and have actually put on .4 since wed..I have eaten reasonbly well (= room for improvement) but i also exercised my arse off..I even ran 8.8km which is the most I think i have ever run..It take me about 50 minutes but still...how can i put on weight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..I am now deciding what to do...Do i drop it back to walking and lighter exercise or continue the way i am and make sure i stick to approx 20-22 pts a day.....I can't decide..my clothes feel better than they have done in weeks..but the scales are telling me something else....i &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that i should listen to my body and clothes yada yada but I just don't want to see the number get higher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-115292371335130280?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-115233300422547158</id><published>2006-07-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:30:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh-in</title><content type='html'>I jumped out of bed thanks to my new found energy, which makes a change from the wooliness of previous sat mornings due to "going for a quick one" most fri nights....and hoped on the scales...down 1.3kg...yah...i still didn't like the number that was staring back at me, but  i have to focus beyond that....my hard work and effort paid off..so to keep up momentum i went for a walk/run with bf...a wee visit to the gym is also planned for this afternoon before a rest day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was spent cooking a nice healthy dinner and going to the movies, we saw the Break Up, it was "nice and fluffy" (ish) and we survived the whole entire movie with no movie food..amazing...it was water and diet coke (sml)....I still don't know how they can charge $8.10 for 2 drinks...its incredible....and makes me mad, byo next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-115233300422547158?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115233300422547158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=115233300422547158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115233300422547158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115233300422547158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/weigh-in.html' title='Weigh-in'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-115218071288896865</id><published>2006-07-06T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:11:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on the couch with exhaustion and satisfaction....I ran 7kms at the gym tonight..in 45mins and chose the random hilly mode...Its the longest I have run in a looooong time...I don't think I could do it without my ipod though....I am still not sure if I will make the half marathon but I am happy with the way I am going..i would like to think that i can run the C2S, but will see closer to the time......i really want to go the bloggers dinner......not sure if i can do both my will power isn't quite as willing as i would like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting / tracking my way back down the scales.....it feels good, nice to be in control and I wonder why i jumped of the wagon and stayed off for so long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-115218071288896865?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218071288896865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=115218071288896865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115218071288896865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115218071288896865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-115166652310070089</id><published>2006-06-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T04:31:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3, 2, 1....blastoff!</title><content type='html'>I have been counting down..counting down on a few things...one of the biggies for me was the shortest day (june 21), as from that date its all uphill, (&lt;em&gt;or downhill depending on how you look at it&lt;/em&gt;) the days are longer, mornings lighter and the weather generally warming-up AND i &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;spring out of bed at 5.45am and run up and down the hills on the Bondi-Coogee seawalk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another countdown i have had in my head (there is a lot going on in there...) was to the &lt;a href="http://www.lululemon.com"&gt;lululemon &lt;/a&gt;warehouse sale in Paddington which was today. I am not a huge fan of sales, clearances (although i always have great luck at &lt;a href="http://www.birkenheadpoint.com.au/"&gt;Birkenhead&lt;/a&gt;) or anything that would like to lead me to belive i am getting a bargain...but I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go due to my love for lulu....so a short taxi ride later i find myself hunting through racks of dodgy coloured / patterned yoga gear eagerly trying to find something that I have always wanted...then i couldn't remember my size...was i an 8 or 10 (its only ever going to happen in US sizing)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the current phase of eating everything in sight, I am a 10 (at one stage i was bordering an 8) so as i moved (even further) from the hordes gathered around the size 4's and 6's and decided on a pair of black (now there's a surprise!) pants. I saved a whole $10! Never mind it cost me ~$15 in transport to get there and back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1 is tomorrow and i am on the countdown to Christmas...bit early? Well, bf being a Brit and having British friends has signed us up to a mid winter christmas/getaway/feast in the Blue Mountains at the end of July, so i am on a fast track to lose a stone/6 kg...(there is a hot tub). Three weeks after i am off to thredbo skiing for 3 days, so i HAVE to lose the recently gained pounds...I have so many reasons to, but i guess the main one is that i want to feel great and IN CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I am so excited...I think i have linked everything in this post!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-115166652310070089?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115166652310070089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=115166652310070089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115166652310070089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/115166652310070089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-2-1blastoff.html' title='3, 2, 1....blastoff!'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-114950292672126187</id><published>2006-06-05T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:22:06.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week starts now!</title><content type='html'>I dragged myself to the scales and hopped on...i sort of knew i would be up..and i was..67.5..ekk! what had gone so wrong when i had a good few days...my clothes still felt better, what was happening...i was very confused...so confused i had to eat... Eat. Eat. Eat. And the grey cold weather only encouraged me....and the fact that i got my period....&lt;br /&gt;I often get very bad headaches when i get my period, and sleeping is the only relief, so my weekend was spent sleeping and eating.....making my Sass &amp; Bide jeans just that wee bit further away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day...i would usually think that i had blown the whole week as it wasn't a great start, but as i am writing this, or perhaps because i am writing this..(its out there) i feel that i have to make tomorrow the day i start on the right foot, and if thats what it takes, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a good week everyone! (well, just under..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-114950292672126187?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114950292672126187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=114950292672126187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114950292672126187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114950292672126187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-starts-now.html' title='The week starts now!'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-114907775054882212</id><published>2006-05-31T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T05:16:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a hilly road ahead..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i sprung out of bed (ok..so maybe after 10 mins of waking up) sans bf who has some cough flu thing....i figured this is when my self motivation really needs to have the emphasis on self....Anyway, as i sprung down the steps and magically started running..jogging actually, which i see as slow running...and i jogged down the road and up THE HILL..and down..and then 40mins later i am done..feeling very proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward through day and i am starving..manage to stop at 23ish points though..however today i think Wagamamas tipped me over 30...that and the choccie koala bear and biccies....damn. I blame TTOM....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a rest day, so to speak..although i have to race around before i start work at 9 to buy my friend a b'day pressie, so i can give it to her when we meet for lunch and then meet friend B for a clinique/marie claire soiree in the evening..(we just want the goodie bag!)...am sure i have earnt at least 3 exercise points just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in sat...........tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-114907775054882212?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114907775054882212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=114907775054882212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114907775054882212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114907775054882212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-hilly-road-ahead.html' title='Its a hilly road ahead..'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-114871770903958133</id><published>2006-05-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:22:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hills are alive</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its been so long since i have posted..months! In that time my weight has been down to 64.5 (pre-easter) and up to 68 (post-easter).. After i had my fill of lovely NZ chocolate i just continued my over-indulgent streak and the lovely suede skirt i managed to slide on just a few weeks before was now stuck...Reality sunk in..i can't eat everything i want..but i also felt like crap...so have been on track for about a week and down to 66.8, so i hope yet again the suede skirt will slide once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings I go for a walk for about 40-45 mins along the hilly cliffs towards Bondi with my lovely bf..some days he is dragging me out of bed and other days its me... I used to hate the hills and steps (and getting out of bed) but lately have introduced some running, albeit downhill and on the flat parts but i love it, I love how i feel afterwards..the runners high i guess. I think that it was during this high, or was it after a few fri night drinks... we ended up talking about doing the half marathon at the end of Aug (i think). As yet I haven't rushed and signed up...but will see how i get on closer to the time...i figure that by then i will be lighter and running will be just so easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i didn't find as easy as i had thought was the nordic walking i did with Mary, M, Sarah and our trusty leader Anja..it took a bit more co-ordination and concentration that i had anticipated...Feeling that i should be in the green grassy hills of switzerland yodalding or that something was missing (perhaps skis and snow) I really enjoyed it...I also enjoyed meeting the other gals..before I knew it an hour was up and decided that it would be best to do another hour at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a day of exercise (cliff walkrun, nordic walking and then walking into town and around shops) i am being a true librian and balancing out my life with a day of nothing...its 1.15pm and i am still in my jammies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-114871770903958133?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114871770903958133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=114871770903958133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114871770903958133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114871770903958133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/hills-are-alive.html' title='The hills are alive'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-114094565631849742</id><published>2006-02-26T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:20:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track..(Again?!)</title><content type='html'>I wonder if i will ever be 65kg or under for more than a week. It seems whenever i get there i am back up the following week..but i don't stop there..i keep going..i find myself eating anything and everything i like...i don't know why i do it, but I do. Its a pattern i would love to, and need to break. Suggestions welcome...I am not sure if anyone else has the same prob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...this week I am back on track...back to walking each morning and eating 20 a day..with my aim (again) to get back to 65kg. i hoped on the scales at home yesterday and was 66kg..i felt like i was a lot more than that..which makes me go back to what i was focusing on a few weeks ago..doing things that made me feel good...and i did feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to see a cranial osteopath on friday..I am very excited. I have had shoulder/neck pain for the past few months and after many physio and massage sessions that have eased my discomfort, it has not cured me...I used to see this wonderful lady in NZ years ago who specialised in cranial osteopathy and everytime i went the knots in my shoulders were gone and felt like i was 10feet tall..she is long gone but one of her colleagues recommended a guy in bondi..my hope lies in his hands......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-114094565631849742?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114094565631849742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=114094565631849742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114094565631849742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/114094565631849742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-on-trackagain.html' title='Back on Track..(Again?!)'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113991349655566455</id><published>2006-02-14T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:05:58.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Schmalentine.</title><content type='html'>I am really a romantic at heart...being a Librian, ruled by Venus and all, I have no choice...its in my blood. However, I am just can't come to terms that my anniversary is on the 14th feb..I am gutted.  Its just so cheesy..so commercial...so not romantic. However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 years since i embarked on a gals ski holiday to Livigno, Italy..i had had enough of men, fed up with the cheating men i had dated (all the same, yada, yada..)...wanting one last hoorah before i embarked on my next phase - vancouver canada. Four galfriends from ireland, england and scotland, and I, shared a chalet....it just happened to be the same as 5 boys from the UK. One of them being my now lovely bf..at the time i thought he was a right twat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year living apart (he UK, meVancouver) and now two years in Sydney..the same twat that i layed out a row of chocolate hearts leading to a lovely card this morning...being totally surprised (and v. embarressed)receiving a dozen red roses at work...and came home to champagne and some of my fav snacks..ending with a nice dinner at a little thai place we had never tried before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel slightly guilty at my wee (??) splurge but i am so thankful after years of horrible boys, disatreous dates and many nights of wishful thinking i have someone that truly loves me..fat and thin...they say its whats on the inside that counts, and finally i believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113991349655566455?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113991349655566455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113991349655566455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113991349655566455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113991349655566455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-schmalentine.html' title='Valentine Schmalentine.'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113962978154898754</id><published>2006-02-10T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:56:59.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh-in</title><content type='html'>I sucumbed..... I got some new scales. I was in Kmart and they had 40% off, so i just had to!&lt;br /&gt;When i handed over my hard earned $12.00 i thought maybe I should get the more expensive ones....but before you know it I was home with my cheapo (and electronic!) scales..i needed to know had i wasted my $12 on dud scales. I tried weighing something of a standard weight on them, the heaviest item was a 1kg bag of flour..the scales showed nothing...........not so good. Monday morning i decided to hop on and see what they said...at least i could actually see the numbers...they stopped at 65.8kg...i didn't get too excited, or at least tried not to (deep inside i was v. happy!)...i would have to wait til Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great week..i walked every morning, the hilly way, which I actually now enjoy and went to the gym four times. I enjoy going to the gym but one of the main reasons I go is to get away from work and my desk. If I didn't have somewhere to go I would just sit at my desk and work which isn't good for me..physically and mentally. So off i go to the gym..sometimes i just cycle and read a trashy mag, but i am always surprised 35mins later how hot and sweaty i am and i have earnt myself about 3 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke to a snoring sick bf..weighed in at home at 65.0kg (yah - a loss is still a loss, even if the scales are dodgy), went and got bf some lozengers, paper etc before I raced off to meet my friend and fellow wwer to go to our weigh in...the anticipation was great..i stepped on...i didn't want to see incase my $12 scales were wrong and i am over 66kg(and have to pay!)...i &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to look...i did look.... and saw 65.1kg. Yah and Yah..i am now within the allowed 1kg and my $12 scales work (although not sure for how long...). I feel like my efforts, which i have enjoyed, have paid off. However, I am still going to focus on doing the things that make me feel great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113962978154898754?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113962978154898754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113962978154898754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113962978154898754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113962978154898754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/weigh-in.html' title='Weigh-in'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113901580075356366</id><published>2006-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:18:58.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTOM</title><content type='html'>I have counted points, exercised each day and focused on feeling good but i still can't help myself.....i jumped on the scales. i think they have gone down, but am not entirely sure...they are hard to read...(yes i still want new scales!).. was feeling great and felt like i was shrinking, but feel that within a day my butt and abdomen have expanded. How can this happen when i have been so good?&lt;br /&gt;TTOM.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how after 18 years that this comes as a surprise...i always wonder what it could be..why i am so angry and uptight..why i am good but still expanding.....then i do the maths (by taking the last pill in the packet) and it all comes together.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..i am going to have another great week (starting tom)..i feel today has been a bit of a washout...what with the lollies and choc-top at the movies (brokeback mtn) the wine, cheese and nuts, well it is TTOM.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next sat is wwmwi (weight watchers monthly weigh in)......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113901580075356366?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113901580075356366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113901580075356366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113901580075356366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113901580075356366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/ttom.html' title='TTOM'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113848790744986626</id><published>2006-01-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:38:27.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Number</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about getting some new bathroom scales..the ones we have are the dial ones and i can hardly see the little dashes and they tell me I am lighter than i am. For months I wondered why I couldn't fit into half of my clothes but the scales were telling me I should be able to. One would think i would have learnt from that..not to mention numerous books, mags and sites saying just go by how you feel...but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that a new set of accurate readable scales would propel me into some serious motivation, that I would see the light and with a blink of an eye would see a big 62.0 flash before my eyes. After a few hours of wandering around looking at scales from over $350 (do they do the exercise for you??!!) to about $100 i walked away with nothing...being an indecisive librian i was weighing it all up in my mind and decided i should put the $100 towards something that would make me feel great about myself..so thats what i am going to do..i just can't decide if its going to be a gorgeous expensive handbag or perfume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting up at 6am ( couldn't sleep) and going for a walk (the hilly way) for over an hour, i am feeling great and motivated and ready for a good week...I am going to focus on feeling great and not the number i wear (12/14 btw..) or weigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps..oporto is a chicken takeaway chain..i think they might just be in sydney..its sort of like red rooster..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113848790744986626?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113848790744986626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113848790744986626' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113848790744986626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113848790744986626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-number.html' title='Just a Number'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113822056132413245</id><published>2006-01-25T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:36:16.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps..Wrong Way!</title><content type='html'>Well, so much for the cut out the carbs...my low-carb week has been filled with anything and everything...this time i am going to blame work. I love my job and love being busy but every now and then it gets so insanely busy...i was mentally prepared to be on track but as i looked at the clock it was 6.15am...i had to chose to make a sandwich or get the 6.20am bus..as there wasn't another for at least 20 mins i got the bus...got to work and got oporto for lunch...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people that need to start the week right, i need to plan and be prepared when it comes to staying on track...so today is the day that i am going to do all that, so next week i will be at one with think. eat. move. hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to ww this sat..i know i will be up...being the proud new owner of my silver lifetime card (it just arrived this week) i don't have to go, but i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to stay on track!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113822056132413245?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113822056132413245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113822056132413245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113822056132413245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113822056132413245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/oppswrong-way.html' title='Opps..Wrong Way!'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113791881343371997</id><published>2006-01-22T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:33:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Square One Already!</title><content type='html'>I wish i had more time to blog...well, i start and then save it as a draft thinking i will get back to it, but by the time i do, I read it and think its so out of date that i delete it...hence i haven't actually posted for 2 weeks...or 2 weigh ins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first weigh in was great..i was 66.3kg..and i was happy with that..i was feeling great..slimmer and my meticulous point counting had paid off...However, this sat was slightly different..i felt i had done well, walked  3 times and been to the gym 3 times...and i was down .1...hardly worth it...so i haven't even bothered adjusting my ticker....i did go to wagamamas the night before weigh in which i probably shouldn't have...its just it had been a long week and longer friday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..i hopped on the ww site and came across a posting about cutting down carbs...so i am going to try that as well as walk the hard hilly way in the mornings...i have avoided walking the hilly route because its too hard...but no more!My ticker needs to be moved next week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113791881343371997?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113791881343371997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113791881343371997' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113791881343371997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113791881343371997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-square-one-already.html' title='Back to Square One Already!'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113658086570567324</id><published>2006-01-06T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:13:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the day...after two long weeks of text messages and a few phone calls bf finally returns home from home..i am so excited!! I am so looking forward to seeing but have butterflies..i just hope i don't cry..i swear that they put something in the air at airports that make you cry...i remember not long ago, bf and i were at the airport waiting for his sister to arrive..i became so emotional just watching people meeting and hugging their families and loved ones..I felt like it was something out of 'love actually' which i love and always makes me cry. Actually it doesn't take much to make me shed a few tears...movies, telly commercials, articles, texts, romantic stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today is also the day I feel better ...a week of daytime telly, sex and the city dvds and reading assorted books and mags have done the trick..my energy levels returned enough for me to clean the apt, grocery shop and make chilli for next week...hopefully have earned a bonus point or 2...i just hope i haven't burnt myself out ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113658086570567324?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113658086570567324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113658086570567324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113658086570567324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113658086570567324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/home-run.html' title='Home Run'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113642155857906987</id><published>2006-01-04T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:39:18.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for my 4 times a week walk...the only walking i can manage is from the bedroom to the couch - but i have a good excuse..i have a cold/flu/ear infection. All is not lost though, I have stuck to my points..actually a bit under at about 18 each day..i figure with the lack of general movement i could use less...and the great thing is i am not hungry..so long as i do actually eat...I am back to ww a week sat..i will be very pleased if i am 1kg from goal..but either way i have to go..i have a date with my friend and ww buddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am finally getting there with getting my blog how i want it..i feel totally thick and don't understand HTML at all...i got my ticker to go where i wanted it after about 10 times of just pasting it in at random places...so hopefully some pics and links are next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113642155857906987?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113642155857906987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113642155857906987' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113642155857906987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113642155857906987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-there.html' title='Getting there'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113610684129657119</id><published>2006-01-01T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:35:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its so hot right now..i feel like i am slowly melting..which i am sure i am..lol.. as i have started the new year tracking..today a high of 18...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;although the only exercise i could manage was to walk to the car so i could drive around with the air con on for a while...tomorrow i shall get back to walking the 4km beach cliff walk...i AIM to do it 4 mornings a week.....so soon enough i will be melted to a nice 62kgs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my bf, but its now less than a week to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113610684129657119?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113610684129657119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113610684129657119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113610684129657119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113610684129657119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/melting-moments.html' title='Melting Moments'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113593230924115808</id><published>2005-12-30T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:48:42.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year..New Start??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, it got the better of me..the big, creamy, delicious bar of caramello chocolate that has been sitting in the fridge..all the way from NZ (so much better than the choc here - luckily) it has been staring at me everytime i go the fridge to get diet vanilla yoghurt, soda water, diet coke, olives-in brine, ww ham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after feeling like i am going to throw up on the bus home from hunger i enjoy a lovely dinner, but something is missing......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now all that is missing is my bf (8 sleeps) and my willpower(?? sleeps)...tomorrow is another day..and the day after that is 1 jan..a great day to start again..i know i could start tom, but...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am just bursting to talk with my bf..he has been in a remote part of ireland (his dad is irish) at his dad's funeral that, in true irish tradition, has lasted a few days and i can only presume a whirlwind of rellies, sandwiches and guinness....to be shure, to be shure.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113593230924115808?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113593230924115808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113593230924115808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113593230924115808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113593230924115808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-yearnew-start.html' title='New Year..New Start??'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113555889752334788</id><published>2005-12-25T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:19:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll huff and I'll puff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the day..I am back on track. After starting the day (albiet at about 10am..) with a 40 min walk along the beach i feel alive...I feel full of enthusiasm that I can feel like i did 3 months ago when i reached my wwgoal weight of 65kg...as i was huffing and puffing along, wafting the pesky flies away from my sweat laden face ( i think thats what was making me huff n puff, not that fact that the most exercise I have done in recent times is walk the block to lie on the beach..) i felt more determined that I want to feel great, do up my zippers and buttons with ease and get to my pgw of 62kg...all before my bf gets back in 10 days...ok, so i know thats not going to happen..maybe 1 kilo less...maybe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After much chatting with bf, I am not going to join him....am forced to be sensible wiht $$...if only i could click my heals 3 times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now counting down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113555889752334788?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113555889752334788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113555889752334788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113555889752334788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113555889752334788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-huff-and-ill-puff.html' title='I&apos;ll huff and I&apos;ll puff...'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-113548305235018007</id><published>2005-12-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:15:14.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My lovely bf has gone back to the UK as his Dad died after months of cancer..i find it very sad seeing him upset...the saddest part was seeing the presents under the tree his dad had sent..his handwriting gave it away, even though it had from Santa... I thought it would be nice for him to spend time with his sister and Mum..but now i wish i was with him..to be there for him in all the madness..i might still go over and join him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So i am enjoying the peace and quiet..and copious amounts of chocolate that has been left in my care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-113548305235018007?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113548305235018007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=113548305235018007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113548305235018007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/113548305235018007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14377970.post-112375753263608056</id><published>2005-08-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:17:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just love holidays. I love the preperation, the excitement, anticipation..not to mention the actual holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Melly and I were out for dinner and the conversation turned to how great it would be to get away..get some warm weather (cos winter in .Sydney is so cold..lol..), relax by a pool, do nothing each day...the more wine we had the more we were going...&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks later we were off, along with 2 other friends..I kissed bf goodbye (sprayed the pillow with my perfume beforehand) and we were on a charter flight bound for Phuket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days were spent sunbathing, swimming, reading (trashy books and mags), snorkelling, shopping ("Good for me - Good for you"), massages and eating..Its amazing how many different ways chicken and cashew can be done! Thats about as adventerous as I get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible to see where the tsunami had come through and hear the stories of those that survived...you really never know whats around the corner in life..or when your time is up..it definately makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in Sydney (brrr...) i wonder whats around the corner ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14377970-112375753263608056?l=b0ndibabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112375753263608056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14377970&amp;postID=112375753263608056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/112375753263608056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14377970/posts/default/112375753263608056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b0ndibabe.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-holidays-i-just-love-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>bondibabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02799210751435186407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/37/82416138_700b08b296_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
