tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15771935188456021832009-11-02T00:09:44.401-07:00We've been best friends for 20+ years, and now we're blogging about two of our favorite things: dieting and cake. Not necessarily in that order.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-35197806349883444502009-03-26T00:38:00.009-06:002009-03-26T01:36:10.835-06:00

Blog? What blog? I have a blog?(Next thing you'll be telling me I have a third child who I've forgotten all about. Yuh-huh--it could happen. I'm just that loopy. Once we were at Disneyland with Sara's family and I was in charge of keeping track of two of the kids. Well, eventually that responsibility had to be taken away from me and I was then put  in charge of keeping track of zero kids and just

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-19780816636950109032009-03-16T21:10:00.007-06:002009-03-17T13:59:50.624-06:00

When Sara was here way back in January (that seems so long ago), we went to Target. I think we were there mainly so Sara could give it (Target) a big "I miss you" hug, but we also purchased a few items. As it was still freezing cold here way back in January, Sara purchased some tights. I thought I would enjoy owning some tights also, so I picked up a package of Target tights and checked the back

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-74824610442810704612009-03-15T13:07:00.004-06:002009-03-16T21:10:06.145-06:00

A few days ago I got this card in the mail from my friend that I used to go to the gym with when I lived in Southern California. She lives in Japan now, and ergo carries the title of My Only Friend That is Usually Awake at the Same Time That I Am. Because of this, we chat on Skype a few times a week. Every once and awhile we talk about how little we like exercise compared to how much we like to

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-60105323342451527302009-03-05T21:53:00.004-07:002009-03-05T21:59:52.186-07:00

Eating 1/2 a box of Trix cereal (dry) in one sitting. (Hey-- Lost makes me anxious...and munchy).Good idea to counteract the bad idea:

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-70090738627284031502009-02-24T14:58:00.005-07:002009-02-24T15:55:26.549-07:00

Get this. (I read somewhere that the secret of successful bloggers is that they start each post with a forceful command.*) You know Carrie Fisher? The actress/writer/gold bikini-wearer? (Of course you know Carrie Fisher. Who doesn't?) I just heard from her very mouth that she was offered the role of Princess Leia in the Star Wars trilogy with the caveat that she lose 10 pounds. The thing is, at

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-72832745149015936922009-02-22T21:26:00.008-07:002009-02-22T21:45:04.662-07:00

Conversation with above 4-year-old tonight, just before bed:4-year-old (In sweet lispy 4-year-old voice): "Mommy, what does 'fat' mean?"Me (In an absent-minded, lazy voice): "It means 'big.'"4-year-old: "Mommy, you are very, very fat!"Me (In a paying-attention-now voice): "Honey, many people don't like it when you call them fat. It means they are...uh...bigger than they'd like to be."4-year-old:

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-22019026972327494882009-02-20T22:12:00.004-07:002009-02-20T22:41:34.879-07:00

I know you value my opinions...about everything. So based on that, I decided to sample a new food product and write about it. You're welcome!Have you ever had Wheat Thins? Sure you have. Everyone's had Wheat Thins. Do you like Wheat Thins? I don't--not really, anyway. I suppose I would eat them if I were starving, or if I ran out of popcorn and there was something good on TV (is it possible not

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-76383733788081391492009-02-18T15:06:00.008-07:002009-02-18T22:39:05.356-07:00

An artist's rendition of me. Honest.Does anybody out there love yoga? I keep thinking I should love yoga, and I want to love yoga, I just, well, have never done it consistently enough to find out if I do. Every time I do it, I like it, but since that only happens about twice a year, I can't say for sure if there's a potential love connection or not.I think one of the reasons is that I haven't

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-35445361308059456162009-02-17T21:22:00.005-07:002009-02-17T22:17:26.317-07:00

I just love folksy sayings, don't you? There's nothing like some homespun wisdom to inspire and instruct a body. You know what I mean? Stuff like:"Birds of a feather have lots of feathers."and "A penny saved is still just a penny"(Inspired yet? I know I am!)What about this gem?"What's good for the goose is good for the French hens"and let's not forget:"A stitch in time leaves you with a holey

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-8099420759212799112009-02-15T11:59:00.004-07:002009-02-15T12:30:53.487-07:00

So I was going to write a "Confess and Assess: Sara Edition" post, but I can't find anywhere the paper where I wrote my measurements down, and heavens knows I am waaay too lazy to just take them again.Instead, while I'm off searching through the random stacks of paper I have on every flat surface, read this article. It's about the boys' basketball team at a high school in a small town in New

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-74559881634961221962009-02-14T00:40:00.004-07:002009-02-14T00:47:55.182-07:00

I've decided I would like my goal list to be the same as my nephew's. I saw it posted on my brother's fridge last night and was struck by its straightforward simplicity. Maybe I'm making life more complicated than it needs to be.

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-58511013037160474222009-02-11T21:42:00.008-07:002009-02-11T22:21:07.560-07:00

Waaaay back in November of aught eight, I posted my measurements and other general information about my health and weight loss efforts. Since three months have passed (wow!), I decided to do it again. I LOVE putting personal information on the internet! (Almost as much as I love sarcasm!)Today's information:*Weight: 182.5*Height: still 5'9"*Exercise regimen: finally working on it*Best thing I eat

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-55010225405949486852009-02-10T12:47:00.007-07:002009-02-10T13:55:12.283-07:00

Dear Amy,Holly and I are busy putting together the prize packages for the contest that you dropped out of after three weeks. By "Holly and I," I mean "Holly," since I already mailed her my part of it; when it gets to her is up to the post office gods.But back to the quitting. We understand. That's ok. Really it is. We've quit lots of stuff before, too. Mostly crafts. But also lots of weight

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-28686607398713347812009-02-09T21:58:00.016-07:002009-02-10T15:17:37.400-07:00

A few times a year I get a catalog/big ad booklet in the mail from Nordstrom. I think they'veseen the palace I live in and realize I'm made of money, and they want some of it.I shop there once in a while (mostly from the clearance racks), so maybe that got me on the list. This past fall's catalog horrified me, and not just because of the prices or the hideous leopard-print loafers (look at me!

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-21819422065884521822009-02-08T17:39:00.006-07:002009-02-08T18:17:52.521-07:00

"Oh my darlin'Oh my darlin'Oh my daaaaarlin' Clementine!I will peel youThen I'll eat youVery yummyClementine!"Have you had a clementine (a seedless variety of mandarin orange) yet? Why not? They are delicious! They are little! They are cute! Have you, like me, ever not eaten an orange because you didn't have the energy to peel it?Well, clementines are the answer to this dreadful dilemma. They are

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-6929577741324757502009-02-05T13:36:00.009-07:002009-02-05T15:07:28.489-07:00

Just now I was regaling Holly over IM with my "I'm Such a Great Mom" story of the day. It involves me lying to my daughter and convincing her that I really did see the entire assembly that her class sang in this morning when really I left as soon as her class was done. In my defense, I had just sat through the whole thing just before that when her sister's class did the exact same thing in the

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-27228434803321067692009-02-04T22:59:00.007-07:002009-02-05T09:42:22.966-07:00

I exercised today. Guilt made me do it...or gratitude--you pick. Last night my niece Annie was here and she was bemoaning (great word, bemoaning) her injured knee and the way it keeps her from her beloved exercise. (Annie lost a boatload of weight in 2007 and has kept it off for a year.)So today, when I was (yet again) contemplating not exercising, I decided in honor of Annie I'd better stop

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-12733612166096281482009-02-03T12:18:00.009-07:002009-02-03T22:24:34.979-07:00

Today I think I had a personality-altering blow to the head, because I spent the bulk of the day--get this--doing some of the things that are constantly in my head as Things I Should Be Doing. Weird, huh?Anyway, to further go along with this theme of acting completely unlike myself, I'm also going to go to bed soon (it's just after 9pm here; maybe I didn't so much change my personality as age 50

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-13788104529897916722009-02-01T13:30:00.007-07:002009-02-01T14:12:10.513-07:00

Consider yourself warned.At 10 o' clock last night I was packing up the veritable mountain of stuff I had to mail off (mailing packages here is such a pain in the kiester that I tend to save it up until there's so much that I just can't put it off anymore)(well, I could, and I usually do, but this time I didn't). One of the boxes was to send to Holly containing the Egyptian part of these

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-43303038707812362962009-01-30T22:42:00.010-07:002009-02-01T18:59:07.232-07:00

I know most of you are sushi-eating urbanites who have been eating edamame from the womb (though I have yet to hear of a pregnant woman who craves edamame specifically, but it could happen). If you are in this group, feel free to skip this post and I interrupt this post about healthy food to tell you that I just looked down at my left arm to find it covered in brown goo (don't panic--it's not

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-79932714050160039332009-01-29T12:24:00.006-07:002009-01-30T11:47:43.921-07:00

Last week I spent the part of a morning doing 3 things they say you should never do: I colored my own hair, cut my own bangs, and cleaned up a month's worth of eyebrow growth all at one time. Practically the only thing I didn't do was give myself a bikini wax. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I guess it was kind of like the time (this is a true story; you can't make up stuff like this,

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-44009670686960933652009-01-27T11:51:00.008-07:002009-01-27T19:47:45.457-07:00

Sun Productions! (Do you want me to reveal your real name Ms. Sun Productions?)She lost a whopping 6.1% of her body weight. We're ever-so impressed. And also awestruck. In second place is dcfullest, who lost an amazing 4.23% of her body weight.In third place is Patty, who lost an outstanding 4.07% of her body weight. Will the three of you please send your contact info to myweightisasecret at

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-1450312162447333072009-01-26T22:43:00.002-07:002009-01-31T00:09:31.449-07:00

Tomorrow by noon (Pacific Time) I will post the winners for the contest. Woo!I'd do it now, but I've been doing math (I should have made you figure out your own percentages) and my brain is too fried to write a post more interesting than this one. See you tomorrow!

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00965748463949619634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-57898671575457273342009-01-25T14:10:00.006-07:002009-01-27T20:07:20.067-07:00

Not to be confused with Butter Face.My mom's been here visiting for the last three weeks (in fact, she just left for the airport, sob), and in an attempt to think of something new to do (three weeks is a long time, and if you can believe it, even pyramids get boring) I signed us up for a Lebanese cooking class.It was a one-day deal, and the teacher showed us how to make six great dishes. I went

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434677425108929775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1577193518845602183.post-17853492869226808222009-01-25T00:52:00.003-07:002009-01-25T01:05:10.710-07:00

Bring on the cookies! Yee haw!Nah. Just kidding. (Kind of.)First of all, if you didn't post your final weight and you should have, please do it! It's not too late. Once we've figured out who is who and what is what, we'll announce the winners of the First Annual Diet Cake Holiday "Ho Ho Ho We're Fat" Weight Loss Contest. Then we'll send those winners some sort of fabulous prize, which will

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