<?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-5709674686847143465</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:39:48.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>e p e r d u</title><subtitle type='html'>Take it or leave it, deny it or receive it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-2796928874397506834</id><published>2010-05-19T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:06:19.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment to "Things"</title><summary type='text'>I have a fear of becoming a hoarder. I  have in the past had corners in my house that I couldn't tell you what  was in them. They had a tendency to creep and grow outward and consume  more space in my already limited home. I had many of these corners, so  many that I ran out of corners and the creep would go alongside walls  and eventually meet up with another corner. Unlike a hoarder, I  did not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/2796928874397506834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=2796928874397506834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/2796928874397506834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/2796928874397506834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2010/05/attachement-to-things.html' title='Attachment to &quot;Things&quot;'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-4210389901006581181</id><published>2009-10-30T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:26:28.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><summary type='text'>                Gratitude may be a big word with big implications but gratitude doesn't have to be just about the big things. A life borne of gratitude for the small things paves the way for lives full of the big things to be grateful for.In other words, the more you are grateful for the small things the more big things will come into your life to be grateful.Yes, I'm saying that being grateful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/4210389901006581181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=4210389901006581181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4210389901006581181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4210389901006581181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2009/10/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-8908325863548800482</id><published>2009-06-12T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:32:57.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><summary type='text'>I was out walking the other day and had an epiphany. Oh yes, a REAL ONE.Exercise isn't as solitary as you think it is. Sure, you may go for a walk on your own with nothing but your iPod but when you see someone else walking, running, or riding their bike they are right there beside you and supporting your efforts.Even if they don't say a word to you.Every person who is out doing something for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/8908325863548800482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=8908325863548800482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8908325863548800482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8908325863548800482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2009/06/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-6705188139938116781</id><published>2009-05-20T01:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:40:33.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Favors the Aware</title><summary type='text'>I think the Universe speaks to us in ways we may not realize. Or simply may not notice because we are wrapped in layers of worry, guilt, fear and stress.If we go to the Chinese restaurant and our fortune cookie is empty* our minds leap to the negative that we have no fortune or luck. The flip side is that our future is undetermined and open for our interpretation.It's more fun to bemoan our bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/6705188139938116781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=6705188139938116781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6705188139938116781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6705188139938116781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2009/05/fortune-favors-aware.html' title='Fortune Favors the Aware'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-4145603754193540322</id><published>2009-01-04T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:04:37.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Redux</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/4145603754193540322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=4145603754193540322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4145603754193540322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4145603754193540322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-redux.html' title='2008 Redux'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-458410814880853082</id><published>2009-01-04T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:59:10.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Reading</title><summary type='text'>I have come across several posts that discuss the author's favorite books or recommended reading. The books are usually fiction - though one list is non-fiction.I must admit that I haven't read many of them (I'll post the links below). In some ways I feel the urge to run out and get all the books and read them, a compulsion if you must.I admire those who read passionately of the classics and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/458410814880853082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=458410814880853082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/458410814880853082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/458410814880853082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-reading.html' title='Book Reading'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-8075321870063598255</id><published>2008-01-07T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:04:55.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Mozzarella</title><summary type='text'>Catchy title eh?That's what I learned to do last night .. pull mozzarella. It's something I've long wanted to do and finally had the opportunity to do so. It was quite fun in a very hands on way. Watching the mozza curds transform into a doughy like substance that can then be molded into shapes and then eaten was really interesting. It reminded me of a quote about not knowing the strength of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/8075321870063598255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=8075321870063598255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8075321870063598255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8075321870063598255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2008/01/foodie-bits.html' title='Pulling Mozzarella'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-169093669559228977</id><published>2007-12-06T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:24:48.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who We Are</title><summary type='text'>Over the past months I've gone through things in my life that I wish I never had to go through - things that nobody should go through. It's not as dire as it sounds, but it certainly tests a person.I was listening to Lifehouse this morning and heard these lyrics:Cause we breakAnd we burnAnd we turn it inside out To take it backTo the startAnd through the rise and falling apartWe discover who we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/169093669559228977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=169093669559228977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/169093669559228977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/169093669559228977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-we-are.html' title='Who We Are'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-7356148997670083725</id><published>2007-11-15T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:49:53.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard on the Radio</title><summary type='text'>I came across this gem last night: The truth is, Every man dies Not every man lives*I can't say that I've heard anything lately that I agree with more ... We forget to live in this life we've got and then we wonder:Is this as good as it gets?**-=-* Jason Aldean - Not Every Man Lives** Melvin Udall in As Good as it Gets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/7356148997670083725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=7356148997670083725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/7356148997670083725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/7356148997670083725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/11/heard-on-radio.html' title='Heard on the Radio'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-1856858912452029199</id><published>2007-11-14T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:05:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from the Hairdresser</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had my hair shaped a bit and I was asking the hairdresser which she preferred to cut: short or long hair.She said it didn't matter to her and then she said something that seemed, at the time, random, but makes sense.She said, "You have to take risks in life and take chances on things. There's always time for it and you might really get something you like out of it."It felt at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/1856858912452029199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=1856858912452029199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/1856858912452029199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/1856858912452029199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/11/advice-from-hairdresser.html' title='Advice from the Hairdresser'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-518947449024197709</id><published>2007-10-10T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:07:19.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Random Things</title><summary type='text'>1) I sleep with a stocking cap on in the winter, you lose a lot of body heat from your head and this keeps me warm. 2) I have traveled cross-country in a semi-truck with two adults, two children, and a cat (I was one of the kids). The cat was never the same afterwards ...... 3) I've eaten at Thomas Keller's 'French Laundry', which is easily the most expensive meal I've eaten and was a year long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/518947449024197709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=518947449024197709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/518947449024197709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/518947449024197709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/10/20-random-things.html' title='20 Random Things'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-4189076827046629221</id><published>2007-10-08T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:05:20.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoooooothie</title><summary type='text'>Right now, my favorite smoothie is Banana-Raspberry.2-4 bananas (2 large, 4 small, 3 med, etc)1/2 cup raspberries (I use frozen)1/2 cup waterBlend.Inhale.The raspberries really cut the sweetness of the bananas and make the texture not as "banana-y". It's also a gorgeous pink color.Normally I don't drink smoothies without greens but am trying a few new recipes. Another one I'll be trying is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/4189076827046629221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=4189076827046629221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4189076827046629221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4189076827046629221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/10/smoooooothie.html' title='Smoooooothie'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-5110245793164804655</id><published>2007-10-07T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:30:13.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity</title><summary type='text'>Today was a productive day .. last night was too. I found a bunch of new blogs about being more organized and productive. I think they'll help a lot.I feel as though there is so much more I could be doing in the typical day and I don't get it accomplished - for whatever reason. I want to do the mundane things that should be done and enjoy my time too.Today I finally took all those bags of clothes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/5110245793164804655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=5110245793164804655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5110245793164804655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5110245793164804655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/10/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-9146576190857260020</id><published>2007-07-30T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:08:15.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisle of Doom</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to the store and it took me 5 minutes to figure out what kind of bread to buy. 5 minutes!I stood there looking at every option and tried to find which was the best choice. Did I want the nuts &amp; seeds, the highest fiber, lowest carbs, etc. It's been a really really long time since I've just bought the bread I wanted to eat and not paid to attention to the nutritional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/9146576190857260020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=9146576190857260020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/9146576190857260020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/9146576190857260020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/07/aisle-of-doom.html' title='Aisle of Doom'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-5540776148084608386</id><published>2007-07-27T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:07:03.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING</title><summary type='text'>Warning: this is REALLY long and rambling.I finished reading 'Breaking out of Food Jail' last night and something really struck me .. you can be in a quality famine as much as a quantity famine.I don't think I ever picked up that bit from NT before or if it was even written since I seem to have lost my NT book *again*. Of all the books I own, I spend more time looking for that book than any other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/5540776148084608386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=5540776148084608386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5540776148084608386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5540776148084608386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning.html' title='WARNING'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-8984891646724067304</id><published>2007-07-24T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:05:24.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><summary type='text'>Life has been busy at work. I'm learning more and more every day about being a good manager. It's really challenging to me and some days I wonder why I wanted to be a manager in the first place. *G*I think the hardest part is not beating yourself up over things that you can't control. I have an employee who challenges me so much and I feel as though I'm failing her because I'm not able to get her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/8984891646724067304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=8984891646724067304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8984891646724067304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8984891646724067304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-1783450831298820332</id><published>2007-06-28T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:03:40.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor is In</title><summary type='text'>The past couple days have been good. My breakfast and dinner have been healthy and I'm having whatever is at work for lunch. I feel that's a good middle ground. I had a Doctors appointment today, it's been 6 months since I started taking the Metformin for PCOS.  The nurse gave me some congrats for the 25lbs I've gotten rid of and that felt good.The Doctor however .. is much harder to please. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/1783450831298820332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=1783450831298820332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/1783450831298820332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/1783450831298820332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/06/doctor-is-in.html' title='The Doctor is In'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-8897333385858348931</id><published>2007-06-24T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:02:37.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Jail</title><summary type='text'>I found 'Breaking out of Food Jail' today at the used bookstore. What a fortuitous day! I also picked up two Geneen Roth books. I do like her perspective on eating. One of my favorite foods is, 'When you eat the refrigerator, pull up a chair'. It's a humorous book but has so much that is relevant to following an NT lifestyle.I tend to war with myself and feel that I should be able to 'have it all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/8897333385858348931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=8897333385858348931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8897333385858348931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8897333385858348931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-jail.html' title='Food Jail'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-4656385591840732120</id><published>2007-05-22T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:00:59.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling pretty good right now. I've been eating my new meals for a couple days now and it's such a load off my mind to wake up every day or come home at night and know that good food is ready and available. One of the things I've struggled with in the past, and I'm trying to avoid doing now, is trying to do everything at once. I'm feeling better emotionally so I want EVERYTHING to be good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/4656385591840732120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=4656385591840732120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4656385591840732120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4656385591840732120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-5511539433677583196</id><published>2007-05-15T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:01:13.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Goes By</title><summary type='text'>OK, it's been a few weeks since I last posted, my how time flies?My work life has been keeping me on my toes. Back in December I was made a team lead of two people and life was good .. this month things evolved and I'm not officially the manager but it'll work into that soon enough and I'll be in charge of 8 people. Phew. It's a really good thing but it stresses me out at times. I have high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/5511539433677583196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=5511539433677583196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5511539433677583196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5511539433677583196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As Time Goes By'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-2297834203997355248</id><published>2007-04-28T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:53:47.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I've posted here .. it's been an interesting few months to say the least.I turned 31 in early March so another year has gone by and I'm looking forward to making this coming  one the best one yet.I'm continuing to learn about myself and learning how powerful gratitude can be in my life. I went on an extreme low-carb/low-calorie diet and lost about 50lbs and then just felt I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/2297834203997355248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=2297834203997355248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/2297834203997355248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/2297834203997355248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-8061609238354044514</id><published>2007-01-24T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:52:59.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange New Thing</title><summary type='text'>My Mom called yesterday and said that my granny was in the hospital and not expected to live. I'm not close to my granny but it was hard for my Mom and so I went to be with her through all this - even my Mom isn't that close but it's still her Mother.I have been staying on plan but it's been hard. I just want to dive into the familiar and comfortable food. It's tough .. really tough. I'm tired </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/8061609238354044514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=8061609238354044514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8061609238354044514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/8061609238354044514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/01/strange-new-thing.html' title='A Strange New Thing'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-6256065755628737783</id><published>2007-01-09T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:49:55.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Steps Forward</title><summary type='text'>I took a couple steps backward yesterday with my eating. I hadn't eaten much yesterday and then I took a brisk 30 minutes walk and when I got home I thought I was going to die. I've been doing &lt;20&gt;I got home and collapsed on the couch for a couple hours then succumbed to pizza. I felt a lot better afterwards and even today so that's annoying. I hate that I felt better (physically) after eating  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/6256065755628737783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=6256065755628737783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6256065755628737783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6256065755628737783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-steps-forward.html' title='Two Steps Forward'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-83521188822645409</id><published>2006-12-31T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:47:15.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a long time since I've updated. My life has improved in many different ways since I started taking the Metformin.The biggest thing is that my weight has been steady, despite eating whatever I want when I want it. I know it's not healthy to do that but it's also encouraging that my weight has remained steady. Imagine what it'll do when I get my act together?My headaches are gone. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/83521188822645409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=83521188822645409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/83521188822645409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/83521188822645409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-4766944143175740674</id><published>2006-11-08T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:45:23.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PCOS</title><summary type='text'>It's been a bit since I've posted and I thought I'd give a little update. I lost about 25lbs doing low-carb, actually it was more like no carb. I felt really realy good and I'm looking better, sleeping better (but still not great) and overall doing good.I started to feel a bit wonky and I fell off the proverbial wagon and have ended up spending the past few weeks eating anything I wanted. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/4766944143175740674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=4766944143175740674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4766944143175740674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/4766944143175740674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2006/11/pcos.html' title='PCOS'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-6937362568663087215</id><published>2006-09-06T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:40:19.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new dawning</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a new person. For once it has nothing to do with a diet or exercise plan but a mental shift. This past weekend I went up to Seattle for a weekend to visit a very dear friend. She's very comfortable in her body and is a big person. She believes in herself and that she's beautifu, strong, sexy, and every positive thing you can think. Now me, I'm not quite that confident and so it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/6937362568663087215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=6937362568663087215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6937362568663087215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/6937362568663087215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-dawning.html' title='A new dawning'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709674686847143465.post-5697634286424718056</id><published>2006-06-18T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:42:39.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis of Self</title><summary type='text'>I've been going through a crisis of self for a long time about my weight. At my highest I was 310lbs and that's not good. It's not healthy, it's not aesthetically pleasing and it's certainly not the way I want to be. I've done a few diets over the years and had results initially but started to have other problems. A few months ago I began looking into weight loss surgery (lap band) because I felt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/feeds/5697634286424718056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709674686847143465&amp;postID=5697634286424718056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5697634286424718056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709674686847143465/posts/default/5697634286424718056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taligator.blogspot.com/2006/06/crisis-of-self.html' title='Crisis of Self'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja6SnMNpZUE/Sfttn97qx9I/AAAAAAAAACk/SW_WeUMIW_M/S220/avi-41.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
