<?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-7460822443411529867</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:14:15.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie 365</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-7924887050262057421</id><published>2012-01-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:14:38.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over Grumpy</title><content type='html'>After a medium sized fight, it turns out that the family is going to see "The Artist" late this afternoon, followed by a diner dinner. (For the record, I voted against it. The kid has no time at home this weekend, and I'm not sure that she'll like the movie. And I'm generally a stick in the mud.) Since it's going to happen, I'm going to commit to having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning is dedicated to getting things done. After lunch, we visit my mom. Then the movie/dinner. I am going to have a fabulous time today! I refuse to let my initial grumpiness get the best of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-7924887050262057421?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/7924887050262057421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-over-grumpy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/7924887050262057421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/7924887050262057421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-over-grumpy.html' title='Getting Over Grumpy'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-164028998658268420</id><published>2012-01-25T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:08:01.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet--Ha!</title><content type='html'>The diet has been so hit or miss. (Which means mainly miss, I suppose.) What has been working in my life has been HabitForge. (I'm nicely into good dental habits before bed. I've never been a serious flosser before.) So I'm adding a new habit, with a twist. The habit is no dessert type things at home. (Unless we're entertaining.) And no cheese as a snack food. I think 21 days of that will make a significant difference. As for the twist--if I do not make it, I will make a $500 contribution to a certain political candidate whom I despise. (And in addition to the disgust I would feel, the chaos it would bring into my household when I started getting mail from him is unthinkable!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-164028998658268420?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/164028998658268420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/diet-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/164028998658268420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/164028998658268420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/diet-ha.html' title='The Diet--Ha!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-4925041191732566933</id><published>2012-01-25T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:50:43.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Parenting Through Bad Hair</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was a good mom. I let the kid get the haircut she wanted--a sort of pageboy. She loves it. I think she's much less pretty. But that's fine. I was forced into perpetual short hair (it was curly) and I never felt pretty...and that's the general story with many of my friends. I don't want to be "that mom" and it turns out that I'm not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-4925041191732566933?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/4925041191732566933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-parenting-through-bad-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/4925041191732566933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/4925041191732566933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-parenting-through-bad-hair.html' title='Good Parenting Through Bad Hair'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-3592103803300290105</id><published>2012-01-16T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:59:26.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The basement plus the need for coffeecake</title><content type='html'>Cranky and sniffly this morning. Happiness, where are thou? I think I need to get something done to feel better, and something beyond more usual morning tidying up. So I'll finish this post, leave a note for the daughter on the kitchen counter (it's 6:30) and head to the basement for an hour of cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read a good piece at Dumb Little Man about &lt;a href="http://www.dumblittleman.com/2012/01/is-your-mindset-secretly-making-you.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+DumbLittleMan+%28Dumb+Little+Man+-+tips+for+life%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader" target="_blank"&gt;mindset&lt;/a&gt; and realized that yeah, if I think I suck at something I pretty much throw my hands up in the air and call it a day. I used to be braver about stupid things--like cooking. Now I get all "oooooh...what if it's bad?" I need to think about this every day...what would I like to do if only I could? Because probably 95% of the time I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt;, if I wanted to put in the time. (My window of opportunity for cartwheels has probably passed. But bowling? Still on the table.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of the things which makes me particularly crazy: driving in bad weather. I'm trying to stay more in the moment: not check out the weekly forecast in a sick and crazy way. It doesn't help that some local kids were killed just north of here a couple of nights ago--ran off the road and hit a tree. But that wasn't weather. Accuweather is calling for ice tonight and tomorrow morning. If that happens--and school isn't cancelled/delayed I can have my partner drive the girl to school OR put her on the bus. No need for massive craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the coffeecake. Having some would make me happy. I need to make some, and figure out how to work it into my losing weight plan. Off to clean and make this a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-3592103803300290105?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/3592103803300290105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/basement-plus-need-for-coffeecake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/3592103803300290105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/3592103803300290105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/basement-plus-need-for-coffeecake.html' title='The basement plus the need for coffeecake'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-2794844262204441206</id><published>2012-01-15T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:51:59.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like crack</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite TV moments in recent years was on "The Office" when Ryan claims "I love when people say 'like crack' who have obviously never done crack." I had a moment of my own this morning...I was doing a fast errand run with my daughter and I thought about stopping at the local convenience store and buying a box of PopTarts. You know...because it seemed like a cheering thing to do. And then I'd eat the one I wanted, followed by the next one that I sorta wanted, followed by the rest of the box--so they'd be gone and I could start in fresh the next day. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I got to be obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...getting back to the crack. I decided that instead of PopTarts I'd think crack. So I laughed at the notion that I'd stop in for just a little crack...that wouldn't hurt anything...and drove on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my plan is to only watch TV while I'm on the elliptical. Day two was fine: watched The Office. Very slightly sore but nothing terrible. And quite proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-2794844262204441206?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/2794844262204441206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-like-crack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/2794844262204441206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/2794844262204441206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-like-crack.html' title='It&apos;s like crack'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-4550160609924921906</id><published>2012-01-12T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T03:14:52.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downsizing My Goals</title><content type='html'>Every year I make many, many resolutions and most of them don't last a week. (Who am I kidding? Most of them don't last 48 hours.) This year I've reduced them to two biggies: lose weight and declutter. Today I get my elliptical delivered. Whee! And the weather gods are cooperating, so the truck can likely get both in and out of my driveway. Oh--in addition to my two major projects, I'm doing one thing at a time at HabitForge. This cycle I take on the ever-popular flossing my teeth every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying something new with my second grade daughter--I'm bribing her with Squinkies. (I know...you're not supposed to do that. But I am.) She gets a Post-It note with her after school To Do list and if she does everything, she gets a Squinkie. Yesterday all she had was homework, wash hair, 3 minutes of extra math, 10 minutes of piano and one thank you note. She pretty much zipped through it all--she rides horses after school on Wednesday and gets home late--and still had a little time to play before dinner. I'm learning that doing something every day is worthwhile...even if it's just 10 minutes of piano, it's much better than none at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-4550160609924921906?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/4550160609924921906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/downsizing-my-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/4550160609924921906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/4550160609924921906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2012/01/downsizing-my-goals.html' title='Downsizing My Goals'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460822443411529867.post-689881188998355607</id><published>2011-12-24T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:17:04.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for the beginning</title><content type='html'>Yes, I *do* need a happiness project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460822443411529867-689881188998355607?l=lizzie365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/feeds/689881188998355607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2011/12/gearing-up-for-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/689881188998355607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460822443411529867/posts/default/689881188998355607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie365.blogspot.com/2011/12/gearing-up-for-beginning.html' title='Gearing up for the beginning'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832171623428822529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
