<?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-799430723292905966</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:36:20.974-07:00</updated><category term='scotland'/><category term='blurb'/><category term='me and a friend last year.'/><category term='Easter weekend.'/><category term='waffle'/><category term='spout'/><category term='Argyll region'/><category term='Then and Now'/><title type='text'>No food is forbidden</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my personal journey with food and eating.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4977696956445016828</id><published>2010-02-11T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:13:35.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>Today i ate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shreddies and milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 chocolate biscuits and a banana (breaktime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham sandwich, cup soup yoghurt, satsuma, special k bar (lunchtime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticky lime chicken, mash vegetables, diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4977696956445016828?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4977696956445016828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4977696956445016828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4977696956445016828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4977696956445016828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7438643200757822714</id><published>2008-09-13T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:15:02.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SMw7Vqc016I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83HLYBdScT8/s1600-h/santa+eulalia+des+rio+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245632909338269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SMw7Vqc016I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83HLYBdScT8/s320/santa+eulalia+des+rio+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh it is such a long time since I posted here. Things have not been going too well, think I have been beating myself up for gaining a bit of weight, and a bit depressed to be getting back to work. Plus our precious peace and quiet have been disturbed by no 1 son being home from uni after 3 years! Love him to bits, but he is a messy, noisy git- with nocturnal habits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeting has gone to pot, so blogging here might help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7438643200757822714?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7438643200757822714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7438643200757822714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7438643200757822714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7438643200757822714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/09/revision.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SMw7Vqc016I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83HLYBdScT8/s72-c/santa+eulalia+des+rio+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-6979075235077395012</id><published>2008-06-08T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:37:21.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>****Update****</title><content type='html'>I've just realised that it's about a month since I last posted.  I just don't feel the need to blog about eating so much any more, which I think is actually a good sign.  I really feel like the IE thing is so embedded that I don't need it as much as I did at the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some family worries over the past month or so which I won't go into here, and I have noticed  a lot about how emotional issues affect my eating.  When something upsets me, I lose my appetite completely.  Then a day or so later; my 'hunger' can be uncontrollable.  Except it's not, because I now know the difference between 'real' hunger and 'phantom' hunger.  So if I am in the right frame of mind, I can pause and ask myself what is going on, and hold that inner dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I mentioned in my last post is good and has made me think.  But I actually think I am quite far on in my journey, and reading the book has made me realise that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a peaceful break in the Lake District with my o/h which was fantstic for my stress levels.  I slept better than I had in weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6979075235077395012?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6979075235077395012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6979075235077395012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6979075235077395012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6979075235077395012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='****Update****'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-4289231847136966363</id><published>2008-05-04T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:39:56.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still reading!</title><content type='html'>I am a great reader, I always have to have a book (or two!) on the go, and my latest is 'Shrink Yourself' by Roger Gould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I know I have come a long way in the IE journey, but I think I still am a bit unsatisfied with the fact that I haven't really lost a lot of weight.  I have lost about a stone since doing the workshop but since that was a year last October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel I would like to explore any issues that are keeping me 'stuck' at my present weight.  I am moving my body a lot more now my ankle is a bit better, but the weight is not really shifting.  I like my body, but would like to lose a bit off my tummy to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there is something holding me back, and this book will I hope help me to find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to walk now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4289231847136966363?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4289231847136966363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4289231847136966363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4289231847136966363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4289231847136966363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-reading.html' title='Still reading!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2614925297463653174</id><published>2008-04-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:08:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneen or Gillian (Mckeith)?  I know which I'd choose!</title><content type='html'>This Saturday I opened my post to find a copy of a Genneen Roth book that I ordered from the US.  It's the very first one she wrote, along with some of the members of her workshops, and it is really worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I like is that we all have different reasons for bingeing, or over eating, whatever you want to call it, and not every person's story 'chimes'.  But some do, and this really makes you think.  I am a great believer in the sub-concious mind's ability to 'mull over' things, and I often do this with my lesson prep for school.  I'll start thinking about a topic for a lesson and then leave it to 'ferment' for a couple of days.  Suddenly a really good idea about the lesson will pop into my mind and off I go!  What has this got to do with the book, well, I think if you read something and it chimes with your subconcious mind, then sooner or later you will be remimnded of some experience you had as a child, or some reason why you do something, that previously you struggled with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled to think of reasons why I overate for so many years, and I think I pretty well have sorted most of it out, but there is still that 'feeling' that I get, that I really can't explain, and there are some experiences in that book that may help me to sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think that bingeing is the same as putting your fingers in your ears and going 'la, la I'm not listening' to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just want it all to go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2614925297463653174?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2614925297463653174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2614925297463653174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2614925297463653174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2614925297463653174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/04/geneen-or-gillian-mckeith-i-know-which.html' title='Geneen or Gillian (Mckeith)?  I know which I&apos;d choose!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7089303680517782721</id><published>2008-04-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:41:58.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny class.</title><content type='html'>My class are so funny, they really are.  They are so full of enthusiasm, they get exited about spelling and times tables tests, and new geography topics that seem quite boring to me.  I love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we have been doing a new exercise programme called Activate. (Val Sabin) It is 10 minutes at the start of the day and 5 minutes before afternoon lessons.  It's a mixture of aerobic, and brain-gym like exercises, and we use a DVD.  I do the exercises too, and so do my TAs.  The kids absolutely love it, and it seems to have a calming effect on them, conversley, they seem a bit more alert- as some of them are inclined to be a bit yawny first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made me be  bit more keen to exercise which is also a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7089303680517782721?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7089303680517782721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7089303680517782721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7089303680517782721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7089303680517782721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-funny-class.html' title='My funny class.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-5777460995865828138</id><published>2008-04-13T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:53:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SAJkR-bnaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ekNobZYCNTo/s1600-h/belfast+wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188819980663613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SAJkR-bnaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ekNobZYCNTo/s320/belfast+wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last week of my holiday is now over, and I'm trying not to get that 'sinking feeling' about going back to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a great week. Met up with forum friends, ad we had a lovely Moroccan meal in town, and an impromptu belly dance from the waitress! We all seemed to hit it off really well, and hopefully we can all meet up again soon. The food was interesting, It was dark, and hard to see what you were eating, but it all tasted really nice. Even the chick peas, which I didn't realise were there until I had had a couple of bites. (Usually I avoid them, as I hate pulses!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter and I had a fun day out in town again Thursday, I took her to see Hairspray for her 25th birthday which she loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the weekend in Belfast (see picture!) went really quickly. A Lebanese meal was an interesting experience, and I think I managed to not overeat at all until Saturday night, when I had to wait a bit too long (waiting for other people to be ready) to eat, and ate more of my pizza than I really needed to! Boy did I feel stuffed, and it gave me a tummy ache. It was good in a way because it reminded my of how I dislike that over-full feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I avoided the fry-up both days, a lovely selection of fruit and yoghurt was much more to my taste!  Met some lovely (and 1 not so lovely!) old friends, and made some new ones too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my ankle (achilles tendonitis) appears to be much better so I am able to walk again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5777460995865828138?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5777460995865828138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5777460995865828138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5777460995865828138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5777460995865828138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-week.html' title='Last Week.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/SAJkR-bnaJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ekNobZYCNTo/s72-c/belfast+wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2600528214968731120</id><published>2008-04-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:12:00.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Is it me or is this the 'slow blogging' season?  Everyone including myself, seems to be having a 'not much to say' time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its the in between season time that we are in, the weather was almost springlike for a couple of days but now winter has descended again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on holiday for two weeks so feeling remarkably unstressed and happy.  Not that I don't like my job, but it can be very stressful at times and I do resent the amount of hours I have to put in with planning, marking and doing displays etc.  So its nice to have a bit of respite.&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy week to look forward to; I am going to a meeting about my daughters future planning on Monday, hairdressers and date in London with BC forum girlies Tuesday, out with Mum and Dad Wednesday, theatre trip with daughter for her birthday Thursday; going to see 'Hairspray' &lt;a href="http://www.hairspraythemusical.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.hairspraythemusical.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; which is a great feel good show.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday I am off for a weekend in Belfast with the charity that I am involved with, we run a  conference for parents where they can meet experts and speak to them about the syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a very busy time, and no worries about food/dieting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2600528214968731120?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2600528214968731120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2600528214968731120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2600528214968731120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2600528214968731120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5074872372558771188</id><published>2008-04-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:26:24.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking care of myself.</title><content type='html'>Eating this way has been a big revelation to me, and I have been revelling in it.  It really suits me mentally to only eat when I am hungry and only eat the foods I am hungy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does not suit me physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the details but I have had a few problems recently because of my diet and lack of roughage.  It has been very unpleasant and very  painful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have realised that I must take care of my body properly by eating more regularly, trying to eat more fiber rich foods, and more fruit and vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its taken me a while to realise this, but I can't ignore what my body is saying to mw anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5074872372558771188?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5074872372558771188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5074872372558771188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5074872372558771188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5074872372558771188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-care-of-myself.html' title='Taking care of myself.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-4426543778784606799</id><published>2008-03-24T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T06:05:16.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Lunch</title><content type='html'>A big test of my IE is always lunch round my Mum and Dad's with the family.  This year all my closest family were going to be there, and I was really looking forward to it.  My 24 year old daughter who lives an hours drive from my Mum's was expecting me to pick her up, but there was a really bad snow storm, so o/h went instead, while I and my son helped round Mum's.  I phoned my daughter to tell her that we really thought she should stay over with us as the weather was so bad. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this sent her into complete meltdown.  She has a rare genetic syndrome Cornelia de Lange Syndrome  &lt;a href="http://www.cdls.org.uk/"&gt;http://www.cdls.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt; and this sadly has effects on her behaviour at times .&lt;br /&gt;O/h managed to get her to calm down and come round Mum's after all (she began to say she wouldn't come at all!)  I think she enjoyed herself, and had actually agreed when she had calmed down that she would stay over, as the weather was quite dangerous.  (Health and safety is one of her 'things!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after her cousins had left, and the weather had cleared up, she started to feel really unwell and decided she wanted to go home, so o/h took her (another long drive!).&lt;br /&gt;It was a real shame, and I felt that the day was a bit spoiled, for me anyway.  She has developed a real obsession with one of her housemates, and doesn't like to be very long away from him, which is causing quite a few problems for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I have written all this is to help myself I suppose.  It's not easy having a handicapped child, and what people don't realise is that the responsibilty goes on for a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;Also we have worked really hard for her to be independent and to want to live away from home, so can't really complain when she expresses her independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has made me a bit sad though.  But I am not using food to stuff down my feelings like I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4426543778784606799?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4426543778784606799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4426543778784606799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4426543778784606799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4426543778784606799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-lunch.html' title='Easter Lunch'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-456739735140420229</id><published>2008-03-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:32:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All Good.</title><content type='html'>Everything is fine, just not had a lot of time for writing on here, and I haven't has a lot to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-456739735140420229?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/456739735140420229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=456739735140420229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/456739735140420229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/456739735140420229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-good.html' title='Its All Good.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8500116161053269805</id><published>2008-02-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:46:09.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long road.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how long this is going to take?  Years I suppose, which is understandable, since I have been struggling with my eating for a lifetime.  I use to think that all I wanted was to be a 'normal eater', and I really think that I am that now.  But I still have times when I doubt myself, dislike my 'wobbly bits', and tell myself off.   So I am not all fixed yet, and there is still more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side I am moving my body a lot more now, I am really enjoying the walking, and fitting it into my daily activity suits me well.  Most days I am doing my 10,000, the light evenings help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the 'chocolate phase' is nearly finished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8500116161053269805?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8500116161053269805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8500116161053269805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8500116161053269805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8500116161053269805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-road_25.html' title='The long road.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5086633758977714342</id><published>2008-02-25T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:40:01.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long road.</title><content type='html'>This is a very long road to travel I feel.  I'ts not that I don't feel I am making progress, that's not the case at all.  I'm just wondering when the journey will be over and I'll feel like I've arrived somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose after a lifetime of dieting and bingeing, I can't really expect anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been working on moving my body far more, recently, which is progress for me, as I have been very resistant to this in the past.  I have been working on my steps over the last fortnight, and on most days have done the 10,000 I have been aiming for.  Now the evenings are getting lighter, it is a bit easier to fit it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think the 'chocolate phase' is more or less over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5086633758977714342?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5086633758977714342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5086633758977714342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5086633758977714342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5086633758977714342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-road.html' title='The long road.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-1977765329482524806</id><published>2008-02-20T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:08:44.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7ykrK1sJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6VYN6C-iMnU/s1600-h/choctruflips800[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187533865363426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7ykrK1sJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6VYN6C-iMnU/s320/choctruflips800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well half term week went very quickly! Normally I wouldn't mind going back, as I have a lovely class, but we are having a few issues at work at the moment to do with staffing, and things are gettting a bit emotional. I love my collegues (well most of them!) and so this is a tough time. So I am aware that my old comforter; food, is the thing I am tempted to turn to. So long as I know what is going on though, I can cope. I am pleased with the steps that I am doing, most days I have done over 10,000. It's surprising how many steps i can manage to do in my normal daily work, and then just a short walk before it gets dark tops it up to the 10,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chocolate craving seems to be settling down, although I am still enjoying my hot chocolate drinks! I'm sure it's the cold weather we are having that is doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Beyond Chocolate Drop In last week. A nice crowd of ladies there, and it was lovely to see Sophie again and have a chat, and to meet Clare for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to Sophie, it's like a Slimming Club without the horrible bit; getting weighed! I like the way Sophie structures the 'talk' section of the drop in, in pairs, you talk for 3m then swap, then have 1m chat. It's good, because it stops the 'clique' tendency that can happen in these sort of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meetings, where people who know each other, or have met before, can pal up, and exclude other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1977765329482524806?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1977765329482524806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1977765329482524806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1977765329482524806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1977765329482524806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7ykrK1sJ-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6VYN6C-iMnU/s72-c/choctruflips800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1028654914934176588</id><published>2008-02-16T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:44:35.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate week. (weak?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7cEpa1sJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OQjR5GQsQIU/s1600-h/mochashort800[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167604207056594898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7cEpa1sJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OQjR5GQsQIU/s320/mochashort800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a right old 'chocolate week' this week! I have been off work, (half term) and a lot of the time all I have wanted to eat is chocolate cake, or chocolates, and all I have wanted to drink is hot chocolate.( Mind you, I don't usually have cream like this picture!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is strange, because I don't normally eat a lot of chocolate, I don't normally fancy it that much. But I am just going with it and seeing what will happen. I have done lots of steps this week, so I have moved around quite a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going for a meal in a local restaurant tonight, which will make a nice change. Am feeling guilty because I washed o/h's 'fitness pants', with fabric conditioner (they got mixed up with the other washing) and I feel really bad now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to aplologise to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1028654914934176588?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1028654914934176588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1028654914934176588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1028654914934176588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1028654914934176588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate-week-weak.html' title='Chocolate week. (weak?)'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R7cEpa1sJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/OQjR5GQsQIU/s72-c/mochashort800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1408604959566569953</id><published>2008-02-09T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:45:27.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Glasses.</title><content type='html'>Today I decided I would go and order a couple of pairs of new glasses.  As I have to wear them all the time now, since my sight started to deteriorate in my forties, I thought I would treat myself to a couple of really glamorous pairs in the BOGOFF at Specsavers.  Then I can wear different pairs with different outfits, which is what I really love to do.  One pair are bright pink and red, and the others are a dark bluey-purple with flowers down the sides!&lt;br /&gt;I always like to look good, and have decided to incorporate the specs into my 'look'!&lt;br /&gt;No need to look dowdy, even if I am in my 50s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also walked 11000 steps today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1408604959566569953?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1408604959566569953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1408604959566569953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1408604959566569953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1408604959566569953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-glasses.html' title='New Glasses.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7514718412767045859</id><published>2008-02-03T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:58:05.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeycomb Smash Cheesecake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R6Xx_bKTD_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vDApc3DU1pQ/s1600-h/honeycomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162798619775143922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R6Xx_bKTD_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vDApc3DU1pQ/s320/honeycomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O/h's birthday so we went out to lunch. Normally I wouldn't eat dessert if I wasn't hungry, but today I really fancied something sweet. It was so lovely, I enjoyed every mouthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The steps are going ok, but I have been really busy at work, and driving to pick up o/h from station, so it has been really late by the time I get in.  I have been walking every where when time has allowed though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my weight has satbilised to its lowest yet since I started BC, so I am very pleased with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7514718412767045859?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7514718412767045859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7514718412767045859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7514718412767045859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7514718412767045859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/02/honeycomb-smash-cheesecake.html' title='Honeycomb Smash Cheesecake.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R6Xx_bKTD_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vDApc3DU1pQ/s72-c/honeycomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3821543636843266261</id><published>2008-01-26T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T07:04:10.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps.</title><content type='html'>I decided to concentrate on another aspect of BC; 'Move your body'.  I like walking above any other sort of exercise, hate the gym, hate going to classes, hate swimming (unless I'm on holiday somewhere hot!) and I'm not going to force myself to do something I dislike, because I know I just won't stick with it.  I've been wanting for some time to include the walking in my daily activity, and have at last hit on a method to do it.  I watched an item on a TV programme last week which said that you should walk 10 000 steps per day.  I had bought a pedometer before Christmas but hadn't used it at all, as I didnt want to be focusing on calorie burning.  So I just googled &lt;a href="http://http://www.dietandfitnessresources.co.uk/fitness_exercise/10000_steps.htm"&gt;'10 000 steps' &lt;/a&gt;and hit on this website.   It said that you need to work up to that number of steps which made a lot of sense, so since midweek I have been trying to do this, and am currently up to around 8,500 from 6,500.&lt;br /&gt;I 'm really pleased, as I can fit this into my daily activity, I can easily push the steps up by extending the amount I walk around at work; walking and jogging  around the hall in a PE lesson with my class; walking around the playground when I'm on duty, and walking from one building to the other on our school site.  Plus if like today, I fit in a walk to town, this pushes it up even more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I seeme to have got back into my eating routine a bit better too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3821543636843266261?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3821543636843266261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3821543636843266261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3821543636843266261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3821543636843266261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/01/steps.html' title='Steps.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3156776557986032369</id><published>2008-01-20T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:23:07.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this happening?</title><content type='html'>Having a minor 'blip' at the moment.  January is one of my worst times, Christmas is over, I'm a year older, the weather is crap and I am skint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do know why it is happening.  'It' being the temptation to eat when I am not hungry.  I'ts so annoying when I really felt I had this thing just about sorted.  It's just that blind desire to eat, and it's so hard to resist at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause, pause, pause.  Think..... Is this really what I want to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After... how does this feel,, How does this food feel in my body?  Is this how I want to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WONT ATTACK MYSELF FOR IT EITHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3156776557986032369?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3156776557986032369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3156776557986032369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3156776557986032369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3156776557986032369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-is-this-happening.html' title='Why is this happening?'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-6965363696667950789</id><published>2008-01-07T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:49:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new Year (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I just want to celebrate how wonderful it is to begin the new year without that horrible pressure of thinking you should be on a diet!  Never being 'on' one means never coming 'off' one, so that feeling of guilt, pressure, depression or whatever is just not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6965363696667950789?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6965363696667950789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6965363696667950789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6965363696667950789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6965363696667950789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-part-2.html' title='Happy new Year (part 2)'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8302057104182985159</id><published>2008-01-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:20:13.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me and a friend last year.'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R3_KQutpskI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qrfxi5VOFo0/s1600-h/1848201558_fc49d212ab[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152058887501361730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R3_KQutpskI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qrfxi5VOFo0/s320/1848201558_fc49d212ab%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems ages since I have 'blogged'! I was very, very busy before Christmas, and then was too busy relaxing after Christmas. It all went very well, I prepared the usual 'feast', on Christmas Day, which was really lovely, my Mum and Dad came over and we had a lovely day. Then Boxing Day we went over to my brother's house, and he produced a wonderful Moroccan style meal which made a real change. Then it was just family time (both my children were home, which was lovely) I managed to get out for a walk most days, and didn't overeat at all really, as I have got to really dislike that overstuffed feeling. We have had chocolate, cream, puddings, cheese, wine, and all sorts of Christmas stuff in the house most of which is still sitting there! Next year I am going to be much more careful about what I buy, because a lot of it has been thrown out already or will be soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as New Year Resolutions are concerned, I am going to continue exploring my relationship with food , and I'm hoping to make exercise more a part of my weekly routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8302057104182985159?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8302057104182985159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8302057104182985159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8302057104182985159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8302057104182985159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/R3_KQutpskI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qrfxi5VOFo0/s72-c/1848201558_fc49d212ab%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-682927480371511148</id><published>2007-12-16T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:10:47.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday Lunch.</title><content type='html'>Today was my Dad's birthday lunch for his 86th birthday.  My Mum is a great cook, and I usually come back from her house feeling like an overstuffed cushion!  I really didn't want to feel like that, so I'll tell you how it all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very small bowl of cereal at about 8.30 am which I didn't finish, as I had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was very hungry by the time I got over to Mum and Dad's at 1.30 having picked up my daughter and gone to the garden centre for some flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Dad his presents, said hello to everyone, and had some wine (I was driving, so only one glass for me!).  Mum had put out a starter of smoked salmon, prawns and gravadlax for everyone to help themselves.  This was good, as I could help myself to just a little bit, as I was starving by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the main course, roast pork, potatoes, yorkshire pudding, vegetables, gravy.  Again all the dishes were on the table, so I could just take what I wanted.  I also made sure that I ate slowly, put my fork and knife down, and had a drink between mouthfuls. I was very concious of how full I was getting, and stopped when I had had enough.  Mum had done lots of puddings, but I just had a little bit of profiterole, which I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, chocolates and a birthday cake were produced, neither of which I was  tempted to eat as by now I was as full as was comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mum if I could take a peice of cake home, and am sitting here at nine o'clock in the evening still feeling comfortably full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a succesful day, in all,  and a good 'trial run', for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-682927480371511148?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/682927480371511148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=682927480371511148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/682927480371511148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/682927480371511148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/12/dads-birthday-lunch.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday Lunch.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8125796574599785037</id><published>2007-12-06T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:18:58.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal?!</title><content type='html'>I think I might be normal at last.  Well a normal eater at least. (!)  I'm not obsessing about food, I'm not binging, eating in the car, panicking, or obsessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through the stages of eating chocolate, cheese, cakes, ice cream, etc, and now tend to eat a fairly healthy selection of foods in normal portion sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wait for my husband to go out, or to bed,  and then do wild snacking, and I don't raid the charity food box in the staffroom for chocolate coated brazils, and make myself sick on them in the car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not worried about food at Christmas either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what being a normal eater is like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8125796574599785037?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8125796574599785037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8125796574599785037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8125796574599785037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8125796574599785037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/12/normal.html' title='Normal?!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3386342494146178972</id><published>2007-11-27T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:57:25.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Common Cold.</title><content type='html'>How this ailment can be known as 'common' beats me!  I have been feeling uncommonly ill over the last week really, finally given in to it today and stayed off work.  I have a really stuffed up head and nose, can't breathe, and am constantly sneezing.  The guilt that goes with taking time off work when a teacher is phenomenal.  Everyone drags themselves in even when they should be at home, and thus the cold germs constantly circulate.  But no-one says 'Oh I can  see you are really ill, but thanks for the effort.'  So today I decided after another sleepless night, that I had had enough, and that i would stay at home and take care of myself a bit.  (Being my own guru, if you like!)  Surprisingly, I have kept to only eating when I am hungry.  I'ts surprising because formally, illness would have been a good excuse for a binge.  But as I don't really do that anymore, i have had a fairly 'normal' days eating.  In fact I haven't eaten a lot, not really that hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have lost more weight!  About half a stone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3386342494146178972?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3386342494146178972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3386342494146178972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3386342494146178972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3386342494146178972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/11/common-cold.html' title='The Common Cold.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8883486859759821529</id><published>2007-11-19T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:35:34.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together</title><content type='html'>I still feel as if things are really coming together.  I have solved my 'breakfast dillemma'' too.  It sounds pathetic, but I was having a real struggle about what to do about breakfast during the week.  It takes me about 2 hours to work up to feeling hungry enough to eat breakfast, crazy I know, but I have a real disinclination to eat unless I really am hungry now.  So I wasn't eating it and then feeling faint and hungry by the time the children came in at 9am. So now I am eating at around 8.30 in the staffroom, having cereal or yoghurt and muesli, and this keeps me going brilliantly until lunchtime; about 12.45 for me, by the time I have prepped my afternoon lessons.   I can't really understand why it has taken me this long to work out a system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having problems with asking for what I want at times.  If my o/h is preparing dinner I find it so hard to say; noI don't want such and such, I would rather have ......&lt;br /&gt;But I'm aware of this, and I'm working on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8883486859759821529?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8883486859759821529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8883486859759821529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8883486859759821529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8883486859759821529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/11/coming-together.html' title='Coming Together'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8097219584129948105</id><published>2007-11-12T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:00:39.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it possibly be....???</title><content type='html'>That this is working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have lost a few pounds, and my clothes are definitely getting looser again.  I went out for a meal on Saturday and could hardly eat half of my portion, I just physically could not eat past the point of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wondering if this is beginning to work at long last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8097219584129948105?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8097219584129948105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8097219584129948105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8097219584129948105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8097219584129948105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/11/could-it-possibly-be.html' title='Could it possibly be....???'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8927725015238814037</id><published>2007-11-05T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:20:28.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argyll region'/><title type='text'>Small Successes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Ry96pf_RFjI/AAAAAAAAADk/bJTaVrzsrKE/s1600-h/CNV00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129453353978369586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Ry96pf_RFjI/AAAAAAAAADk/bJTaVrzsrKE/s320/CNV00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that things are going quite well at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am managing to eat quite intuitively nearly all of the time, it is becoming second nature to me now, and it's not painful or a nuisance. For instance last week I had Open Evening at school which is usually a pain eating wise, as I am working way past the time when I would usually eat. We usually have a little buffet prepared for us by support staff during the evening, but it's all 'cold party food' eg; quiches, sausage rolls, pitta   bread, cakes etc (all very unappetising). It's hard to resist even if you don't really like that sort of food (like me) as you get very hungry, but only have a 5 minute break to get something to eat. Last year I realised that I didn't really like this food (hadn't really thought about it before to be honest) but was eating it to keep me going. So this year I decided to use coffee to keep me going, and buy something at the little M&amp;amp;S near my house on the way home that I really wanted to eat. I bought a steak and onion baguette (quick to prepare in the microwave) and it was really delicious! Then I went to bed, as I was so tired. Previously I would have kept on eating, not realising that what I really needed to do was go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's small successes like this that I am finding so encouraging at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8927725015238814037?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8927725015238814037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8927725015238814037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8927725015238814037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8927725015238814037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/11/small-successes.html' title='Small Successes.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Ry96pf_RFjI/AAAAAAAAADk/bJTaVrzsrKE/s72-c/CNV00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2175977962916124199</id><published>2007-10-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:01:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static1.bareka.com/photos/medium/1883388/bridge-over-atlantic-seil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static1.bareka.com/photos/medium/1883388/bridge-over-atlantic-seil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had such a peaceful week. We were staying on a little island in the Argyll region of Scotland called Seil. It was such a peaceful, quiet place, just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;We went walking, and did a bit of sightseeing. The weather was fine, dry and bright mostly. I had a good week, eating wise, having taken Geneen Roth with me, I think it helped me to focus on a few things, I just read a bit before I went to bed each night, and it really helped. I lost it a bit at the weekend, we were staying in a big hotel in Edinburgh for a family weekend for the charity I'm involved with, and I found it harder to stay focused. But I didn't do too badly, and I'm not beating myself up over it. I've found that drinking alchohol also doesn't help, and these wekends can get quite boozy! Still it's a nice way to relax with friends, and we have a real laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things I really enjoyed eating at the weekend; porridge, and Cullen Skink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2175977962916124199?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2175977962916124199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2175977962916124199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2175977962916124199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2175977962916124199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5168900676688856007</id><published>2007-10-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:36:25.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slainte Mhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RxfDvm6bBtI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXvNh2YeDXo/s1600-h/my+tartan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122778323824084690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RxfDvm6bBtI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXvNh2YeDXo/s320/my+tartan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be posting for a while, as I am off to Scotland for a little while. Hoping for lots of fresh air and walks. I even have my own walking poles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to steer clear of the haggis though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5168900676688856007?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5168900676688856007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5168900676688856007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5168900676688856007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5168900676688856007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/10/slainte-mhor.html' title='Slainte Mhor!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RxfDvm6bBtI/AAAAAAAAADc/qXvNh2YeDXo/s72-c/my+tartan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7509035083804801450</id><published>2007-10-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:46:16.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Moving' ... at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yuerck, Had to get rid of that terrible 'Dream' post. Sorry about that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been moving a bit more recently. My o/h and I have been making use of the fact that we are about half a mile away from some beautiful country parks. We have been out the last two weekends and have walked for 2-3 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to prepare for a week in Scotland where we hope to do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lots more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essexinfo.net/southwealdpc/"&gt;http://www.essexinfo.net/southwealdpc/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7509035083804801450?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7509035083804801450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7509035083804801450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7509035083804801450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7509035083804801450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-at-last.html' title='&apos;Moving&apos; ... at last!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7779201666871513096</id><published>2007-10-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:28:44.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people who have very vivid dreams, disturbingly so at times.  A dream I had last week has been really bothering me and I'm still wondering what was behind it.  In my dream I had been involved in a terrible accident, or had had a very serious illness, and another woman that I did not know had had the same thing.  The gist of the dream is this: This woman and I had had surgery and our faces had been transplanted on to each other.  She had my face, and I had hers.  The most disturbing part of the dream was when I looked in the mirror, and saw that the face looking back at me was not mine.  Also our teeth had been exchanged, and my lovely straight teeth had been swapped for terrible crooked ones!  I was so upset (in my dream) as I am really proud of my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;I have several thoughts about it.  Maybe I have been watching too many episodes of '10 years younger'! I know my appearance does mean an awful lot to me, and obviously I am aware of the ageing process.  Also I am really vain about my teeth, I know I am really lucky to have such good even teeth, and I'm always flossing etc, to look after them!  But I have been trying recently to be less concerned about the size and shape of my body, and just to eat healthily and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly less hung up over it than I used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows why I am writing all this, and what the heck it has to do with IE I do not know, (!) but maybe writing it all down like this will get it out of my system!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7779201666871513096?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7779201666871513096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7779201666871513096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7779201666871513096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7779201666871513096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-8948600035427306364</id><published>2007-10-03T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:52:42.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's nearly a year since I started Beyond Chocolate, since I attended the workshop that is. It was really a turning point for me, and has given me an entirely new focus, as far as eating is concerned. I don't ever worry about dieting now, obviously my body weight and size is still a concern and I would like to be smaller.&lt;br /&gt;But I have learned over the years, that dieting is not going to ever 'fix' this for me, and so that part of my life is finished. A lot of the 'disordered' eating that I did has also stopped, and this is greatly heartening for me. I used to be so distressed about the fact that I couldn't control myself in certain situations, and really hated myself for what I saw was my 'lack of control'. Of course what I now know is that I had extraordinary control over my food intake for quite lengthy periods of time, and that the 'disordered' phases of my eating were due to this strict regime that I took up at others. Funnily enough, now that I have 'legalised' a lot of my so called 'forbidden foods' I don't actually want them at all! In fact now I am not on a diet, I eat far less sweet stuff, and rubbish than I did when I was dieting. The chocolate bars (Swiss milk chocolate is my favourite at the moment) just sit in the cupboard for weeks on end, and I bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madeleines&lt;/span&gt; when I did my on-line shop (they looked so tempting) but I have eaten a couple of them, and really they are pretty tasteless and bland. So they will probably end up in the bin! I eat a lot of fruit) as per my last entry, and love salads, fish, white meat and veg.&lt;br /&gt;Even my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; intake has gone down, as it sometimes makes me feel a bit grotty in the mornings, I found myself pouring my wineglass full into my husbands glass tonight, as I decided I didn't really fancy it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one area which I still feel I need to work on is the 'Move' principal. I just can't get motivated now I have started teaching in a new department at school. The hours are even longer, and I can't seem to find the time or energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-8948600035427306364?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8948600035427306364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=8948600035427306364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8948600035427306364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/8948600035427306364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-nearly-year-since-i-started-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2108651648044464202</id><published>2007-09-25T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:23:13.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgEuKc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t4cpSo8LNR8/s1600-h/fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114224486083523986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgEuKc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t4cpSo8LNR8/s320/fig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgE-Kc9aI/AAAAAAAAADE/RK4KbNL5JMI/s1600-h/h+melon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114224490378491298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgE-Kc9aI/AAAAAAAAADE/RK4KbNL5JMI/s320/h+melon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgFOKc9bI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7VMtuFJWQ/s1600-h/pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114224494673458610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgFOKc9bI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7VMtuFJWQ/s320/pineapple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love fresh pineapple, melon; especially honedew melon, fresh figs, plums, grapes; especially black ones, and apples; russets are my favourites at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's all I want to say today!&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/799430723292905966-2108651648044464202?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2108651648044464202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2108651648044464202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2108651648044464202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2108651648044464202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-fruit.html' title='I Love Fruit'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvlgEuKc9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t4cpSo8LNR8/s72-c/fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3053164929516661362</id><published>2007-09-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:34:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvLLO5VferI/AAAAAAAAACs/BWCUxxp8QHk/s1600-h/Blue+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112371983788505778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvLLO5VferI/AAAAAAAAACs/BWCUxxp8QHk/s320/Blue+hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I had quite a tough day at work today, getting used to teaching a new year group, and trying to get (some) of my class to knuckle down to some work. I had to get quite tough with one or two of them, (which I really hate doing, as they are sweeties really!) So I kept them in at playtime, which was a real shock, I don’t think they thought I’d really do it! By the end of the day (desperate for the loo, and no-one to call on to relieve me!) I had really had enough. I was thinking as I went home, that formerly I would have bought chocolate or sweets at the garage on my way home. I wasn’t tempted at all though, as it comes naturally (most of the time!) to ‘tune in’, and think about what I really want, and what would comfort me. I just decided that I wanted a drink, (nice cup of tea when I got home), a tasty dinner ( salmon stir fry made by o/h) and a relaxing evening with no school work! Well I got the first two, but the last is unlikely! It is reassuring to look back on what I used to be like, and think how far I have come down this road. And it’s Friday tomorrow!&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/799430723292905966-3053164929516661362?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3053164929516661362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3053164929516661362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3053164929516661362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3053164929516661362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RvLLO5VferI/AAAAAAAAACs/BWCUxxp8QHk/s72-c/Blue+hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1192983827610958606</id><published>2007-09-10T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:14:30.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RuWliSGkgII/AAAAAAAAACc/WrTjIxUqJFs/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108671360715227266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RuWliSGkgII/AAAAAAAAACc/WrTjIxUqJFs/s320/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it always the way, when you feel things are going smoothly, things start to go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was beginning to think I had settled back into my routine, when I think I took my eye off the ball! It was the weekend, and I had a couple of meals out, which was fine. Then I was on my own on Sunday doing my weeks planning (which took over 3 and a half hours; and that wasn't all of it!) when I couldn't stop eating a loaf of white bread which I had bought that day before. Then today at work I started eating digestive biscuits which were on the staffroom table. I had just had my lunch, I wasn't hungry, and I ended up with horrendous indigestion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, I was so complacent becaus things were going so well, that I just forgot to tune in and ask myself what it was that I really wanted. A lot of the time, its just a bit of space, or a bit of time to myself. That eating is just a way of prolonging something pleasurable. I forgot to pause and ask myself if I was really hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, back to the drawing board!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1192983827610958606?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1192983827610958606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1192983827610958606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1192983827610958606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1192983827610958606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='GRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RuWliSGkgII/AAAAAAAAACc/WrTjIxUqJFs/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4934506198334494164</id><published>2007-09-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:31:07.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rt8D7iGkgHI/AAAAAAAAACU/3QmfQNB5plM/s1600-h/ibz_saint_miguel[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106804823762960498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rt8D7iGkgHI/AAAAAAAAACU/3QmfQNB5plM/s320/ibz_saint_miguel%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... with a bump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And back to work. I spent most of last week getting my clasroom ready, and we were back with 2 Inset days, and then the children were in for the first time today. The 2 Inset days (In Service Educational Training) were exhausting, and it was nice to have the children in for a rest! Eating wise I am back into my IE routine, and its been very easy, and quite a relief to get back to it properly. I am nearer to the staff room this year, and this makes it easier at break times, also I can eat my breakfast just before the children come in, if I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My digestion seems to have settled down too, which is a bonus. One of our members of staff has just succesfully lost over 4 stone using a system of meal replacements. She looks an awful lot better for it, and as she is not a 'serial dieter' like I am, it should work o.k. for her. I did catch myself thinking 'Hmmm, could I do that? But I know I couldn't, and the thought was only there for a moment. I would much rather try to conquer my dieting and weight demons the kind 'Beyond Chocolate' way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4934506198334494164?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4934506198334494164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4934506198334494164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4934506198334494164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4934506198334494164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-earth.html' title='Back to Earth...'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rt8D7iGkgHI/AAAAAAAAACU/3QmfQNB5plM/s72-c/ibz_saint_miguel%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4771335392984046076</id><published>2007-08-27T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:56:20.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks in Heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RtMsTyGkgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/VPKW7g2w_QA/s1600-h/melon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103471521119371362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RtMsTyGkgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/VPKW7g2w_QA/s320/melon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I mean that! I have had two lovely weeks on holiday with my daughter in Ibiza. It's our yearly time together on our 'girly holiday'. The days we spent either by the pool (me) or in the pool (her). Or we would take an outing, or a boat trip, or walk to the splendid Hippy Market in our resort (shopping heaven!) Evenings we watched the hotel's excellent entertainment, or walked around Ibiza town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week I think I was pretty strict with myself, and kept to the principles quite well. I knew I wasn't doing so well the second week when I developed horrendous heartburn (always a sign that I am overdoing it) The food (a very varied buffet) was good in that you can choose what you want to eat, but I just think 3 meals a day was too much for me. I haven't yet been able to sit and eat nothing at a meal when others are eating, and I couldn't skip meals because of my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not going to beat myself up, I had a great time, and I don't think too much damage has been done. I have pretty much returned to my normal eating routine now I an home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss all that lovely fruit though, especially the melon! It never tastes quite as good at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4771335392984046076?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4771335392984046076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4771335392984046076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4771335392984046076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4771335392984046076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-weeks-in-heaven.html' title='Two weeks in Heaven!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RtMsTyGkgGI/AAAAAAAAACM/VPKW7g2w_QA/s72-c/melon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2050392105664899192</id><published>2007-08-13T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:39:56.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from holidays</title><content type='html'>well this is a new experience. i am blogging from a hotel in ibiza, and the money for the terminal is running out.  its pretty hard to do ie on holiday, but i am trying hard not to overeat, and am sticking to fruit in stead of puddings.  the alchohol is hard to resist too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the awful punctuation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2050392105664899192?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2050392105664899192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2050392105664899192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2050392105664899192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2050392105664899192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-from-holidays.html' title='blogging from holidays'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1931215046281692351</id><published>2007-08-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:12:19.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RrX2yvD2wyI/AAAAAAAAACE/RRdRb-Lmrf8/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095249904926114594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RrX2yvD2wyI/AAAAAAAAACE/RRdRb-Lmrf8/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going on holiday next Saturday to Ibiza with my daughter. I am really looking forward to spending some time with her, as she doesn't live at home any more. We are staying in a lovely hotel, and will be eating in the restaurant every evening. We have stayed in this type of hotel before, and the evening buffet suits us very well, as you can see what you are getting. It should be fine with IE, as I can eat until I am satisfied, and then stop. They usually have a fabulous selection of fresh fruit too, at all the meals, which is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots of books to read, and will also swim a lot and join in with the daily aqua aerobics. We will do some sightseeing and shopping too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I will get a break from young children, as this hotel is over 16s only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1931215046281692351?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1931215046281692351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1931215046281692351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1931215046281692351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1931215046281692351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RrX2yvD2wyI/AAAAAAAAACE/RRdRb-Lmrf8/s72-c/P1010060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2143684254680933764</id><published>2007-08-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:00:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butler's Wharf.</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun time at my friends 30th birthday drink. I met 2 other friends from work, and we went to this bar/restaurant on the Thames.&lt;a href="http://www.browns-restaurants.com/menu-butlerswharf.php"&gt;http://www.browns-restaurants.com/menu-butlerswharf.php&lt;/a&gt; I knew I had to have only enough to drink so I would enjoy myself and be safe on the way home, and this I managed to do fine. So what is different between having this ability, and the abilty to eat enough, but not overeat? Well, not much really.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's tuning in, and listening to one's body, just the same really.&lt;br /&gt;The inability to do this would indicate a possible problem with alchohol I presume, whereas the inability to control ones food intake is not regarded in a similar light, but can end up being just as serious I think. I've often looked at extremely overweight people, and thought that it's so sad that their struggles with food are so visible. It's such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me, IE has become my new concience, where eating is concerned. It has replaced (pretty much) my obsession with calories and fat content. But I do think about it every day, and measure my day's 'sucess', or otherwise, on how I have dealt with the principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had my second week off, and it's lovely, especially as the weather is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week to go, and then I am off on holiday to Ibiza for 2 weeks with my daughter. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2143684254680933764?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2143684254680933764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2143684254680933764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2143684254680933764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2143684254680933764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/08/butlers-wharf.html' title='Butler&apos;s Wharf.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7550511371291005928</id><published>2007-07-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:53:46.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still having an up and down time with IE.  Which means that some days I seem to be able to keep to most of the principles, but on other days my inner rebel is out there.  Also I have been pretty unkind to myself a lot of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have a lot more time on my hands 'cos it is the school holidays,  You'd think I would be really happy which I am some of the time, but at others i feel out of my routine, and I miss my school friends.  i do get a bit down sometimes in the holidays which seems so strange as I really look forward to them!  Teaching is a funny job.  It is exhausting and so high pressured for most of the time, and then when the holidays come its a bit like someone who has had a limb amputated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have got into a better routine with eating today, and I'm going to try to stick with it.  I'm going out to meet some friends from work for a collegue's birthday which I am now looking forward to, as I'm feeling a bit more up, and have stopped attacking myself.  I managed to do this by making a mental list of all the good things about myself, and it really helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7550511371291005928?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7550511371291005928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7550511371291005928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7550511371291005928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7550511371291005928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-still-having-up-and-down-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1480533225966838602</id><published>2007-07-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:33:36.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start.</title><content type='html'>Since I last blogged, things have settled down a bit for me. It's 2 weeks since I started the HRT, and things are improving slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I have also started exercising again, now that I am feeling a bit better (I was feeling quite ill with the menopause symptoms; the doctor said the way I was feeling was all down to that)&lt;br /&gt;We have also made some decisions about my daughter's future, she is going to live nearer to us when she gets her own place, which has allayed my worries about her quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to revisit all of the principles, focusing on; 'eat when you are hungry', 'stop when satisfied', and 'move your body'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you; the first one rebounded badly on me at the weekend, I was going shopping to Lakeside ( Q; What's an Essex girls favourite w(h)ine? A; 'I want to go to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lakeside.uk.com/"&gt;Lakeside&lt;/a&gt;!' ) and had only eaten a banana. Unfortunately I got stuck on the M25 for &lt;strong&gt;4 hours!&lt;/strong&gt; when it was shut after a series of accidents. Boy, was I starving and bad tempered by the time I got there! I certainly learned from that what feeling hungry feels like! (something I have struggled with in the past)&lt;br /&gt;I think I learned that it is not such a good idea to get &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;hungry, as you tend to eat past satisfaction. But I also learned that being that hungry won't kill me either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the holidays now; 6 weeks off, now I remember why I went into teaching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1480533225966838602?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1480533225966838602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1480533225966838602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1480533225966838602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1480533225966838602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-3458486338377637597</id><published>2007-07-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:14:02.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a short note to all of you who sent me good wishes.  Thanks I am feeling a lot better.  I have discussed my daughter's situation with my o/h and we both feel the same way, so that is good.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also I have started HRT, so I'm hoping to feel physically better quite soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting back on track with my eating too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I find it hard to ask others for support, but as one of you said, it's better to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3458486338377637597?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3458486338377637597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3458486338377637597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3458486338377637597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3458486338377637597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-everyone.html' title='Thanks everyone.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3567578148362918508</id><published>2007-07-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:16:36.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rotten Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RolO_Ht6R8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BEjPpuUPAEs/s1600-h/el+and+mum+2+rhodes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082680500774651842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RolO_Ht6R8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BEjPpuUPAEs/s320/el+and+mum+2+rhodes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havn't been feeling very happy for the last few days, in fact I've had a minor depressive attack. I put on this great front to the world, but inside I'm dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been really worried about my daughter's future living arrangements. Not to go into too many details, but she has quite a severe learning disability, but we have done everything we can to encourage her to be able to live as independently as possible. Some hopes we (and she) had for the future are looking very dubious now, and it is a real worry. Plus I have been told that I must move year groups at work next year, and leave my darling infant children and department friends. I'm 'going up to the juniors'! I dont want to! So this has peed me off majorly too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus (as if all this wasn't enough!) I am getting some menopausal symptoms which are really unpleasant, and its affecting my ability to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also on my own a lot this weeken as my o/h was working. And the weather is horrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been feeling really low. I discovered that when I really feel bad like this that I have no coping strategies, nothing to turn to but my friend food! So I allowed myself to eat when I wasn't hungry, because I really couldn't think of any other way to comfort myself, and the feelings of pain were unbearable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that the food takes the pain away of course, but it does dull it for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at least I am recognising what i am doing, even if I felt powerless to do anything else to comfort myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a bit better today, I've been to work, and it's amazing how much better I feel as soon as I am around people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3567578148362918508?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3567578148362918508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3567578148362918508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3567578148362918508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3567578148362918508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/07/rotten-time.html' title='A Rotten Time.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RolO_Ht6R8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BEjPpuUPAEs/s72-c/el+and+mum+2+rhodes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7794177981967056424</id><published>2007-06-27T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:00:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clotted Cream Part 2</title><content type='html'>Clotted cream is a thick yellow &lt;a title="Cream" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream"&gt;cream&lt;/a&gt; made by heating unpasteurized cow's &lt;a title="Milk" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt; and then leaving it in shallow pans for several hours. During this time, the cream content rises to the surface and forms 'clots'. Clotted cream purists prefer the milk to come from cows in the &lt;a title="Counties of England" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Counties_of_England"&gt;English counties&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Devon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devon"&gt;Devon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Cornwall" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornwall"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When clotted cream is not commercially available, a reasonable &lt;a title="Facsimile" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facsimile"&gt;facsimile&lt;/a&gt; may be made by combining two parts whole milk with one part &lt;a title="Cream" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream"&gt;whipping (heavy) cream&lt;/a&gt;, heating at the very lowest possible heat for a couple of hours until a skin forms, leaving it undisturbed overnight, and then harvesting the skin and its underclots. The remaining milk may be consumed or used in any number of recipes.&lt;br /&gt;In the European Union, Cornish clotted cream is a &lt;a title="Protected designation of origin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protected_designation_of_origin"&gt;protected designation of origin&lt;/a&gt; for cream produced by the traditional recipe in Cornwall. True Cornish clotted cream must be made from unpasteurized milk or the clots will not form. It has a minimum fat content of 55%.&lt;br /&gt;Clotted cream is generally served as part of a &lt;a title="Cream tea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream_tea"&gt;cream tea&lt;/a&gt; (also known as a Devonshire Tea) on (warm) scones with strawberry or raspberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all you readers who are wondering what the heck clotted cream is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7794177981967056424?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7794177981967056424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7794177981967056424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7794177981967056424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7794177981967056424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/06/clotted-cream-part-2.html' title='Clotted Cream Part 2'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4638277877160235432</id><published>2007-06-24T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:47:07.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clotted Cream for Breakfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rn67l8JQEgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ncTp7UArulI/s1600-h/straws+and+cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079703690194981378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rn67l8JQEgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ncTp7UArulI/s320/straws+and+cr.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to be getting back into the swing of intuitive eating. I've really been fancying clotted cream and strawberries for the last couple of days. So I decided to buy some on Saturday. But I'm never hungry enough to eat a dessert, so I thought 'well why not have some for breakfast?', which I did this morning. It was truly delicious, and quite a nice way to start the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine ever doing this in my 'dieting days'!   But it had to be clotted cream, runny cream would not have been the same.  I actually couldn't eat that much of the cream, but it was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4638277877160235432?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4638277877160235432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4638277877160235432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4638277877160235432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4638277877160235432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/06/clotted-cream-for-breakfast.html' title='Clotted Cream for Breakfast!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rn67l8JQEgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ncTp7UArulI/s72-c/straws+and+cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7351100148441921685</id><published>2007-06-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:32:37.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally feel like blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RngvQcJQEfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ls3AhwFyNQA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077860539339641330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RngvQcJQEfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ls3AhwFyNQA/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just haven't felt like blogging recently, been busy finishing reports. They are nearly all done now. I am still sticking with BC, even though in the last week or so I have felt like kicking over the traces and packing the whole thing in. This is nothing to do with BC, and all to do with me! It would be the typical pattern that I would usually have on a diet after this length of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;, the novelty has well worn off, and out it would go, followed by an almighty binge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have resisted this temptation, and avoided the binge, by thinking to myself, if I pack this in then what? I remembered back to how desperate I felt when I went to that first workshop, and how BC seemed the answer to all my prayers. Certainly nothing better is going to come along, and I need to get myself out of this rut, and realise that it is harder work than I originally thought it would be, but its still better than any diet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is of me and my kids; son's 21st at the weekend! (we made him take the rest of the cake back to share with his uni friends!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7351100148441921685?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7351100148441921685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7351100148441921685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7351100148441921685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7351100148441921685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-feel-like-blogging.html' title='Finally feel like blogging!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RngvQcJQEfI/AAAAAAAAABs/ls3AhwFyNQA/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-6144579109456805187</id><published>2007-06-10T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:27:39.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title.</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot this week about hunger signals, and satiety.  It is still hard to wait until I am hungry, as sometimes it takes a long time.  Also a lot of the time I don't actually recognise that I am hungry until I'm starving, and then it's hard to stop at satisfaction level.  Its because of so many years ignoring my hunger signals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm focusing on at the moment, and I know it's because I really want to lose some more weight.  Equally there is no way I am going back on any diet, so the only way I can see it happening is if I do Intuitive Eating really well.  So I'm doing the best I can, but it's still not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But better than being on a diet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6144579109456805187?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6144579109456805187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6144579109456805187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6144579109456805187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6144579109456805187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-title.html' title='No Title.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-1137301955560500875</id><published>2007-06-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:38:43.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review /Refresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RmMYMPEvfLI/AAAAAAAAABk/bAKakp5L0os/s1600-h/alison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071924203833228466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="168" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RmMYMPEvfLI/AAAAAAAAABk/bAKakp5L0os/s320/alison.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am having a mini refresher course reading the Beyond Chocolate book. It is amazing how much you forget, or don't practice in your daily life when you are living with IE. i suppose there is a lot to think about with all of the principles, so it's hardly surprising that some 'bits' go by the wayside. I've tried to concentrate on 'tuning in' and realised, that I was so busy tuning in for hunger signals, that I forgot to think about my emotions. So it's been useful. Also the 'pausing' when you are not sure if you are hungry. I've got to hunt for my little egg timer, it was really useful, but I had forgotton about using it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's funny how 8 months on there is such a lot still to deal with. I'm a little nearer sorting out my hunger sensations, I suppose I have had a lifetime of dieting and ignoring when I was hungry, and it's not surprising that I find it so hard to realise if I am hungry or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Back to work next week, but only 7 weeks to go, and then 6 weeks of freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mind you, I have spent most of this week on reports!&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/799430723292905966-1137301955560500875?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1137301955560500875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1137301955560500875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1137301955560500875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1137301955560500875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/06/review-refresh.html' title='Review /Refresh'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RmMYMPEvfLI/AAAAAAAAABk/bAKakp5L0os/s72-c/alison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-450866877904286104</id><published>2007-05-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:38:03.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waffle'/><title type='text'>This post is rubbish!</title><content type='html'>I'm skipping off from writing reports for a couple of minutes.  Hah!  Have done 7, and have another 23 to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely weekend away near Winchester with my SO.  I love that; SO; it stands for 'significant other', fantastic phrase.  It was a very rainy weekend, but we had a look around Portsmouth (HMS Victory), it was great to actually see where Nelson fell.  (That's enough teacher talk!) &lt;br /&gt;We had a swim as well which was nice, as the water was lovely and warm.  I have been walking too (a bit but I hate the rain!)&lt;br /&gt;As far as eating went, I relaxed into it and ate when I wanted to,  and although I didn't always stop when I was satisfied,(the food was too nice!) I was aware of that. &lt;br /&gt;I had the feeling when I got back that I often had when I was dieting,  a feeling that I had overeaten (although I didn't that much) and should be doing some sort of diet.  It's only just occoured to me that I might be subconciously attacking myself for &lt;strong&gt;not dieting!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to take it easy on myself this week, but also I'm re-reading some of the BC book.&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a couple of shopping trips lined up  with my son and daughter; so the old credit card will be taking a bashing.  (Always good, a bit of retail therapy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-450866877904286104?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/450866877904286104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=450866877904286104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/450866877904286104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/450866877904286104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-post-is-rubbish.html' title='This post is rubbish!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7563912483748734862</id><published>2007-05-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:41:10.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RlXtXvEvfKI/AAAAAAAAABc/7tZm_P8pOFk/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068217947704491170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RlXtXvEvfKI/AAAAAAAAABc/7tZm_P8pOFk/s320/scream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really ill with a migraine this week. I was ill for 3 days, that bad that I had to stay off work, which is very unusual for me. I have had migraines for a number of years after I had a car accident, and the medication I take usually prevents them, but not this time. This made it hard for me to eat intuitively, because all I could think about was the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating often eases the pain, although only for a short amount of time. I realised that eating when I was not hungry was a way of medicating myself, when actual 'medication' was not working. So I decided to eat to numb the pain, and to blank out what was happening and it worked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I felt a bit better, and the day after I was more or less recovered. I have found it quite easy to go back to my normal eating (when I am hungry) and it really hasn't been difficult at all. I think this is because I was so much more aware of what was really going on than I have ever been before. And I wasn't attacking myself, as I would have done before BC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O/h and I are going away for the weekend, which will be nice! And then it's half term ;) but I have to start report writing ;( !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7563912483748734862?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7563912483748734862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7563912483748734862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7563912483748734862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7563912483748734862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/migrine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RlXtXvEvfKI/AAAAAAAAABc/7tZm_P8pOFk/s72-c/scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-1796495499419048931</id><published>2007-05-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:42:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy.</title><content type='html'>Oooh, I have been having a really funny week.  I'm not really sure what has been going on, so I'm just going to write and see what I say.&lt;br /&gt; I have had this queer 'itchy', 'longing', 'wanting', feeling all week.  I have been feeling a bit low, and it's been bugging me that I haven't heard anything about the job I applied for.  Also I haven't been sleeping too well, and as a result I feel really tired.  I also know that the weather hasn't helped, this kind of rainy overcast weather always gets to me.  The 'wanting' is a feeling I recognise, it's something I have felt periodically the whole of my life I think.  BBC (Before Beyond Chocolate) I always ate to dull it (but it always comes back!).  So the temptation to eat to get rid of the feeling has been strong.  But I have decided not to do this, I have eaten when I felt hungry, and have pretty much stopped when I was satisfied.  I decided to see how it would feel just to 'feel the feeling', and try and analyse what it was.  That was pretty ok actually, it wasn't too bad just going with the feeling, and its actually gone away pretty much, exept for after meals. &lt;br /&gt;So I have discovered that I can feel my feelings, even bad ones, and its ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the stage I get to with most diets, and when I would normally kick over the traces, and say; Oh sod it! But this time I have enough insight to just be able to work out what is going on (I think!)&lt;br /&gt;I hope this entry isn't too rambling!&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing my daughter E at the weekend, she always makes me stop thinking about myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-1796495499419048931?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1796495499419048931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=1796495499419048931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1796495499419048931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/1796495499419048931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/itchy.html' title='Itchy.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2247030756860662011</id><published>2007-05-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:19:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I don't eat any more.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today about all the foods I used to eat BBC (Before Beyond Chocolate) and thought I would make a list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weightwatchers meals (yuck!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low fat yoghurts (Much prefer Greek Yoghurt!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Boots 'Shapers' bars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special K ( I very rarely eat breakfast now, as I am never usually hungry first thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cadburys Dairy Milk (just don't like the taste)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Galaxy (ditto)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skips, Doritos, any 'low fat' crisps (Much prefer Kettle chips!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar free jelly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nimble or other 'diety' bread (Give me walnut bread or Ciabatta!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weightwatchers  or other 'diet'cakes (don't eat a lot of cake now, I'm rarely hungry enough to eat any sort of dessert)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The principle 'Enjoy', means I only eat the foods that I really, really want to now.  Before I didn't even think if I really liked something that much, I ate it because it was low calorie, or some diet book told me to!  I also spend a lot less time agonising over food choices now, which has given me a great deal of peace of mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funnily enough, I don't eat loads of  crisps,chocolate, cake or ice cream; all the foods I used to binge on.  Having given myself permission to eat them if I want to, I find that I'm not that bothered!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2247030756860662011?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2247030756860662011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2247030756860662011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2247030756860662011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2247030756860662011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/stuff-i-dont-eat-any-more.html' title='Stuff I don&apos;t eat any more.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-6903467548427362189</id><published>2007-05-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:53:16.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Lot To Say....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rj91jfZNGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/j38pr8VTLvQ/s1600-h/bathtub640[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061893758770813618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rj91jfZNGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/j38pr8VTLvQ/s320/bathtub640%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a bit preoccupied this week, and probably a little unfocused. I am applying for a new job (shhh! don't tell anyone!) which will be a big change for me, and it is in a different educational setting to what I am used to. I have been giving it a great deal of thought, and so my attention has not really been on my eating. Plus I have been very busy, and haven't had time to do any exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this sounds like a whole load of excuses to me, (and may to you too if you are reading this) but hey, as they say, Sh!t happens!!!! And the point is, that this is LIFE not a diet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, I went to the BC tea party which was fun, it was lovely to put some real faces to the names I read about on the BC forum and other blogs. Can't say I thought much of the actual 'tea', but it's hard to cater for those numbers. I also joined in with the chocolate tasting, which confirmed my suspicion that cheap chocolate is Not Worth Eating!!! Give me the good quality stuff every time, I really can't be doing with Cadburys Dairy Milk, Galaxy et al.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I bought some fab new size 14 trousers from Next today!! Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6903467548427362189?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6903467548427362189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6903467548427362189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6903467548427362189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6903467548427362189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-lot-to-say.html' title='Not A Lot To Say....!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rj91jfZNGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/j38pr8VTLvQ/s72-c/bathtub640%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5594717666579297294</id><published>2007-05-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:26:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telford Hangover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RjeULPZNGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/9YlhpLJyltc/s1600-h/ICONATOR_e4a34f028742668cbff98ae9678ccf97[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059675627205761698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RjeULPZNGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/9YlhpLJyltc/s320/ICONATOR_e4a34f028742668cbff98ae9678ccf97%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a bit of a boozy weekend, I spent it at a hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Telford&lt;/span&gt; (!) Was helping out at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CdLS&lt;/span&gt; (see link on the right) weekend, and it's a good social occasion with some very good friends too. I was pleased with the way I dealt with breakfast, usually at hotels the breakfast buffet is a real temptation, and then I end up chomping through piles of toast and butter! Well this time I just ate very sparingly at breakfast, (just enough to keep the hangover at bay!) I didn't exactly eat intuitively the rest of the time, it's hard when you are chatting over lunch or dinner to focus very closely, but I think I managed to notice my 'satisfied signal', and I didn't overeat. I realised last week that I had lost more weight, it's about 11 pounds now since&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;last October when it all started. I was over the moon about it, because it is the first significant weight loss I have ever had without dieting. And I don't have the feeling that I sometimes did on a diet that I wouldn't be able to sustain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I now want to focus on keeping up my walking, which I know is helping a lot, I didn't have any time last week as I had a lot of work to do at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5594717666579297294?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5594717666579297294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5594717666579297294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5594717666579297294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5594717666579297294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/05/telford-hangover.html' title='Telford Hangover!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RjeULPZNGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/9YlhpLJyltc/s72-c/ICONATOR_e4a34f028742668cbff98ae9678ccf97%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4393448056678747567</id><published>2007-04-22T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:54:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat (breakfast!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Riu9WzcOPXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nsa_QqJQnuo/s1600-h/13[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056343206116867442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Riu9WzcOPXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nsa_QqJQnuo/s320/13%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to work, and so back to normality, and the daily question; to have or not have breakfast? I've discovered since I started this journey that I very rarely feel hungry first thing in the morning. This is fine at weekends and in the holidays (I'm a teacher, remember?) but in term time it's a bit harder as I can't choose when to stop and eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So what I have started to do is to have something, say a banana or fruit of some sort at 8.45 before the children come in at 9. This keeps me going until breaktime, when I can sit down and eat something with my coffee. On a playground duty day, I do tend to eat some breakfast as i wont get a proper break until lunchtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I have discovered that I &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;waiting until I am hungry to eat, and that I dislike the feeling of being overfull, so this is good progress as far as I am concerned.&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/799430723292905966-4393448056678747567?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4393448056678747567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4393448056678747567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4393448056678747567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4393448056678747567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-eat-or-not-to-eat-breakfast.html' title='To eat or not to eat (breakfast!)'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Riu9WzcOPXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nsa_QqJQnuo/s72-c/13%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-128643693357278448</id><published>2007-04-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:12:47.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Then and Now'/><title type='text'>6 monthiversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RiKVM1bwusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8zO3le2jLcA/s1600-h/strawtrufbowl640[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053765779597605570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RiKVM1bwusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8zO3le2jLcA/s320/strawtrufbowl640%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realised that it is 6 months since I started this journey. I attended the Beyond Chocolate Workshop that started it all last October, and this was when I made some promises to myself. I promised that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would never diet again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would eat when I was hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of years and years of dieting, binging, and yo-yoing with my weight, I was so fed up, tired and just generally at breaking point with my relationship with food. Before I attended that workshop I was really desperate for something, and during and after it, I knew that I had found the thing I was looking for. I know from my own experience that diets don't work, and that my realationship with food was pretty disordered. Now I don't think about food and 'forbidden foods' the way I used to. I don't stress about the things I am 'not allowed' to eat, because basically those things don't exist, I am 'allowed' to eat anything I want. But having given myself permission to eat what I want, my diet is actually pretty good. I actually don't eat loads of chocolate, cakes, chips, sweets etc which is quite a surprise. I actually walk past these things in the supermarket, and don't give them a second glance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have come a long way in 6 months!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-128643693357278448?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/128643693357278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=128643693357278448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/128643693357278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/128643693357278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/6-monthiversary.html' title='6 monthiversary!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RiKVM1bwusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8zO3le2jLcA/s72-c/strawtrufbowl640%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-6699406149674228244</id><published>2007-04-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:03:53.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Box Of Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My darling son (20, 6 foot tall and hairy!)A bought me a box of chocolates today :)  So unlike him, but bless him, he felt guilty because the Mothers day card he sent me got lost in the post!  So I have just sat and eaten one slowly......................and four others in quick succession, and very unintuitively (if there is such a word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also have been doing a bit of 'grazing', or rather 'carrying on eating past the point where I have had enough' if you like.  I have had a curiously upsetting couple of days emotionally (my daughter has been home for a few days and she is finding it hard to adjust).  While I can recognise that I am upset, and have been determined not to eat emotionally, I have slipped up now and then, and found myself eating mindlessly.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I recognise what I am doing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6699406149674228244?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6699406149674228244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6699406149674228244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6699406149674228244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6699406149674228244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/box-of-chocolates.html' title='A Box Of Chocolates'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3946991834531692923</id><published>2007-04-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:18:26.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter weekend.'/><title type='text'>Easter Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rha5F5MDi9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/U_64ZCeYuZw/s1600-h/callalilly640[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050427543044459474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rha5F5MDi9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/U_64ZCeYuZw/s320/callalilly640%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally this would be a difficult time for me; well difficult in that I would probably have thrown whatever diet I was doing overboard, and would have started eating everything in sight already! Or be struggling to keep to my diet/cut down ahead of the holiday. Now I feel a lot more in control, I am not stressing about what I am going to eat, and I'm not casting longing glances at Easter Eggs in the supermarket. In fact my kids( both adult now; but they're still my kids!) have asked for cds this year and I was feeling quite superior in Sainsbury's today looking at people with stacks of cheap chocolate eggs in their trolleys. I have chocolate at home, but it's good quality chocolate that I eat a couple of squares of when I fancy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will have a big family dinner round my Mum's on Sunday, and I intend to enjoy it, but not overeat. I'm just looking forward to spending quality time with my family without gettting stressed about food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is lovely here at the moment so I've been doing a lot of walking (Its the school holidays too, so no work!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3946991834531692923?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3946991834531692923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3946991834531692923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3946991834531692923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3946991834531692923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rha5F5MDi9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/U_64ZCeYuZw/s72-c/callalilly640%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4962460835919502396</id><published>2007-04-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Snot and Bogie Pie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;An old playground rhyme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hot Snot and Bogie Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All mixed up with a dead dog's eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stir it up and eat it quick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wash it down with a cup of cold sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That old rhyme is pretty gross, it's what we used to say about our school dinners when I was at school.  Really the point of this post is how when I was a child, (and many others too I guess) I was  forced to eat foods I hated.  This was especially the case with school dinners, we had to have a clean plate, and were not allowed to leave anything.  This has left me with an absolute aversion to certain foods; butter beans, haricot beans, and kidney beans being the worse, I cannot abide these foods.  The reason for making us eat all that was served up to us (we didn't have any choice in that either) was a fallout from the post war thinking about food being wasted I suppose.  I was at primary school in the sixties (yes I am that old!) and the post war period was not that long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How it has affected me is the above aversion to pulses, which I absolutely cannot think of trying to eat (which means most Mexican foods are out) and also a vague feeling of guilt when I don't clear my plate, even though I know it is ok, and not helping anyone if I don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So for me, and perhaps others of my generation, food is loaded with all kinds of feelings of fear and guilt which go back to our childhood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not surprising that we have 'issues' around food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4962460835919502396?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4962460835919502396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4962460835919502396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4962460835919502396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4962460835919502396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-snot-and-bogie-pie.html' title='Hot Snot and Bogie Pie.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5182724455183063587</id><published>2007-04-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:25:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fitness and ... vampires(!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rg_O4mu98ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V4lHIKu2e0Q/s1600-h/strawwall800[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048481179171156370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rg_O4mu98ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V4lHIKu2e0Q/s320/strawwall800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I had a great day yesterday at 'The Vitality Show', at Olympia in London. The show is all about health, beauty and fitness, there is so much to see and do. I got loads of goodies, in fact I had to buy a box on wheels to trundle it all around in! The box itself is great too, as I've needed something like this for school for ages. I got to try some different products, some I liked; like hair straighteners, and makeup, and some I didn't; which was an instant eye lift! It looked great, but felt very stiff and uncomfortable, and the woman who applied it was a bit rude, to be honest! I met a new friend there from the Beyond Chocolate Form, and we tried every type of juice on offer in the place, and found some very nice new ones; plum was my favourite; yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw some fitness demos; my new friend participated in Tai Chi, which she found a lot more strenuous than it looks! I also thought it looked good, I'll have to look out for a class near me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was about to leave I found out I could have had an injection of botox or fillers! Maybe next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something really strange happened on the way home though; I saw two vampires on the tube! They were young, in their twenties, usual goth clothing, but they had fangs! And they didn't look fake, it looked like their real teeth, it was so wierd. Course they couldn't have been REAL vampires, cos it was daylight lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5182724455183063587?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5182724455183063587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5182724455183063587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5182724455183063587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5182724455183063587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-fitness-and-vampires.html' title='Fun, fitness and ... vampires(!)'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rg_O4mu98ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V4lHIKu2e0Q/s72-c/strawwall800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-7836945648699682436</id><published>2007-03-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:12:39.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vitality Show /'moving'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgwdrWu98YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9H-PmNDcllA/s1600-h/choctruflips800[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047441913049641346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgwdrWu98YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9H-PmNDcllA/s320/choctruflips800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm looking forward to the next couple of weeks. I'm going to the Vitality show at the weekend and I'm hoping to meet some BC buddies there. Also get some advice on clothes, exercise etc and generally have a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; also have had some difficulties with ummm... whisper it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(constipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) recently. I've had to make the effort to eat breakfast, which I don't always feel hungry for, and to eat things that will, in a word; get me moving!&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/799430723292905966-7836945648699682436?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7836945648699682436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7836945648699682436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7836945648699682436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7836945648699682436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/vitality-show-moving.html' title='The Vitality Show /&apos;moving&apos;'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgwdrWu98YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9H-PmNDcllA/s72-c/choctruflips800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-5874084260205102057</id><published>2007-03-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:20:42.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE Lost Weight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgrcHWu98WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K_wJ4UxcJ2Q/s1600-h/mochashort800[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047088351341834594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgrcHWu98WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K_wJ4UxcJ2Q/s320/mochashort800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I felt like weighing myself for some reason this morning and have discovered that I have lost weight! It's about half a stone or slightly more since I stared BC. I am very pleased about this as this is the first time in my whole life that I have &lt;strong&gt;ever &lt;/strong&gt;lost weight without dieting (and every time I did I put it back on anyway!) I am determined not to focus too much on what I have or haven't done to achieve this as I have heard that this can have a negative effect. But I will continue to be 'present' when I am eating, to eat what I want, and to stop when I am satisfied. I think the 'satisfied' signal is getting much easier to pick up for me, it is a very definite physical sensation for me now.&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/799430723292905966-5874084260205102057?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5874084260205102057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5874084260205102057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5874084260205102057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5874084260205102057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-lost-weight.html' title='I HAVE Lost Weight!!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/RgrcHWu98WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K_wJ4UxcJ2Q/s72-c/mochashort800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-9131841601238330428</id><published>2007-03-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:53:06.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah!  At last I am moving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rgao6dtrzuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PS_JAUdgg3U/s1600-h/ar+1+yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045906154877341410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rgao6dtrzuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PS_JAUdgg3U/s320/ar+1+yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well finally after a few fits and starts, I have started some exercise!! I have been &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;resistant to this since I started this journey, but finally as the weather has improved recently I have got up, dressed, and put my i-pod in , and done my favourite sort of exercise which is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I learned to walk for fitness a couple of years ago using a book called; Aerobic Walking by a guy called Mort Malkin. He teaches a specific style of power walking, and its something I can just pick up again whenever I want to... So I'm feeling pretty good about that. I hate gyms, exercise classes etc, since I knackered my knees doing step aerobics in the 90s! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking a lot recently about being slim, and how scary i found it, so watch for the next entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-9131841601238330428?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/9131841601238330428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=9131841601238330428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/9131841601238330428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/9131841601238330428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-at-last-i-am-moving.html' title='Hah!  At last I am moving!!!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YfUHTtwp6Lw/Rgao6dtrzuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PS_JAUdgg3U/s72-c/ar+1+yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-2073988714217746369</id><published>2007-03-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:31:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I have settled down again since the nurse weighed me last week.  I feel back to my old equilibrium, focusing on what i want to eat, and how hungry I am.  If only the weather would warm up again, so I could feel more like getting out to walk.  The Easter holidays are just over a week away, so I am looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-2073988714217746369?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2073988714217746369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=2073988714217746369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2073988714217746369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/2073988714217746369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/settled.html' title='Settled.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-3143971631426873185</id><published>2007-03-19T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:16:46.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I getting on?</title><content type='html'>Quite a lot has happened since I last posted.   I have been weighed, as i went for a health check.  I have very mixed feelings about this because I have been purposefully not weighing myself since last year.  My weight is heavier than i would like, but more or less what I expected.  But somehow &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt;  what I way has made me start to attack myself, and doubt what I am doing.  I have been tempted to binge this evening, which I haven't been for some time.  &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; I have at least gained enough insight to know what is happening and deal with my feelings without using food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this has helped too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3143971631426873185?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3143971631426873185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3143971631426873185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3143971631426873185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3143971631426873185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-am-i-getting-on.html' title='How am I getting on?'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-3612905226751799552</id><published>2007-03-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:16:31.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A tiring week at work, we have had an open evening, where we are at school from 8 am till 7.30 pm.  We have a sort of buffet for when we have a break, which normally consisit of quite stodgey stuff like quiche, sausage rolls, bread etc.  I decided to have it if I was hungry, which I was when I had a break around 6.  I didn't overeat, and quite enjoyed it.  I didn't eat later, which was good for me, as I normally get home very tired, and eat to stave off the tiredness.  I didn't eat again as I wasn't hungry, decided I was tired and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have had an ok week, I've been eating quite a lot of stodgy stuff since that buffet, more because I couldn't think what I wanted to eat really.  It's lunches at work which I need to address, as I really can't think sometimes what I am going to want to eat later in the day.  Friday was better, i took a salmon salad which i really enjoyed.  But I don't always fancy salad especially when it is cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-3612905226751799552?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3612905226751799552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=3612905226751799552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3612905226751799552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/3612905226751799552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiring-week-at-work-we-have-had-open.html' title=''/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-5306102386122278544</id><published>2007-02-25T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:56:08.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed!</title><content type='html'>I have had a day in London at the Beyond Chocolate refresher course. It was a bit of a nightmare getting there, as the local train company decided to use this weekend to close half of the line, and put buses on instead. I got there in the end, but the home journey took a long time, and I didn't get home until 10 oclock. The day itself was wonderful, with a group of like minded women, and led by wonderful Sophie from BC. One of the bits I loved was where we painted this fantastic mural, I'm going to do something similar with my class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also great to meet some of my online friends from the BC forum! Nice to put a face, and voice to a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of food for thought in the day, and also food for the 'inner woman', we had a lovely lunch and chocolate treats, and were given a cute little egg timer (pink of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a real boost from the day, it was very useful to go over the whole 'tuning in', process again, and also to be reminded about things like pausing, and the negative messages we tell ourselves the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought back some little pink gerbera daisies, and they are sitting in a little vase as I type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-5306102386122278544?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5306102386122278544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=5306102386122278544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5306102386122278544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/5306102386122278544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799430723292905966.post-4596888848638987615</id><published>2007-02-20T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:57:27.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work!</title><content type='html'>I have had a good few days, eating wise, and have done a bit of walking too.  I felt as if I had lost weight, but have resisted weighing myself, as I know this would be a &lt;strong&gt;bad thing!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a bit of chocolate when I wanted it, have only had the white and raspberry chocolate so far, but  it is very nice.  I have decided to stop trying to like plain chocolate, as it really is  too bitter for me,  I will stick with good quality milk and white chocolate.  My appetite is still low at the moment, but I have decided to live with it, I'm sure it will be swings and roundabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be going on a Beyond Chocolate refresher Course at the weekend, which I am looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ok being back at work, nice to see friends, and the children again.  I never discuss my eating issues at work, so it's nice to let off steam here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4596888848638987615?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4596888848638987615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4596888848638987615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4596888848638987615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4596888848638987615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work!'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7325020331678236457</id><published>2007-02-17T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T03:36:46.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger?  Where's it gone?</title><content type='html'>Well I have had a funny couple of days.  Went out with Mum and Eleanor on Thursday which involved a lot of driving for me.   I didn't have breakfast before I went out as I wasn't hungry.  I was by the time I got round Mums after picking up E, but decided to wait until we had lunch, wich was fine.  I had a lovely pizza, and some coke and a coffee which filled me up.  I had some bread and a banana late evening.  Yesterday I had breakfast around 10, toast and a banana, then decided I would have coffee and cake at Lakeside when I got hungry.  Well&lt;em&gt; I didn't &lt;/em&gt;get hungry, but decided around 2 that I was tired and needed a break, so had the coffee and cake anyway.  Didn't feel hungry at dinner time, but decided to eat any way, and had chicken, pasta and veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have waited until now (11.35 ish) and I am just beginning to feel hungry so will eat soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to realise that I am like this, some days I don't feel very hungry at all, but if I need the comfort of eating something, then I can, as long as I recognise what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit annoying because I bought some chocolate from Hotel Chocolat, but havn't felt hungry for it yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7325020331678236457?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7325020331678236457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7325020331678236457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7325020331678236457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7325020331678236457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/hunger-wheres-it-gone.html' title='Hunger?  Where&apos;s it gone?'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-7031279280978034952</id><published>2007-02-14T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:28:40.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Just a normal day for me really as 0/h and myself really don't celebrate it that much, too commercial for us.  But we will have a nice dinner and some wine, which I can enjoy without guilt now I'm off the dieting bandwagon.  I have got quite a nice Chinese to have when he comes in, and I will eat as much as I want until I feel satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good nights sleep after my pampering yesterday.  I feel very chilled and relaxed, as I am off work for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking my Mum and daughter out shopping for the day tommorow, and we will probably have lunch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-7031279280978034952?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7031279280978034952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=7031279280978034952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7031279280978034952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/7031279280978034952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-6296265689305319703</id><published>2007-02-13T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:58:33.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampering, Goddess Style.</title><content type='html'>I have had a pampering day today, I had a lovely Clarins facial, a pedicure, and had my nails done.  Feeling very relaxed, and chilled as I am off work this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only eaten twice, as I was out around lunchtime; deliberately had my breakfast late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bought some treats from the new patisserie in town, and found that the chocolate mousse cake I had was a bit too sickly for me, I'll look for something a bit fruiter next time.  It's that thing of eating what you 'think' you want again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit resistant to doing pilates at the moment, I haven't really got into a routine with it yet.  I  might try again tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6296265689305319703?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6296265689305319703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6296265689305319703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6296265689305319703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6296265689305319703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/pampering-goddess-style.html' title='Pampering, Goddess Style.'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-6088187562029157096</id><published>2007-02-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:07:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Well I think blogging must be harder than dieting, I had a hell of a job getting into this again today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a good day so far, one of the hardest things for me; is to eat slowly, years of rushing through my meals are hard to break.  Also I think the bit I read in one of my books last week (Geneen Roth) about what you want to eat has really made me think.  She says when you start on this type of programme (mindful eating, no forbidden foods) you eat a lot of sweet stuff, because of all the years of depriving yourself of them.  After a while, apparently, you can begin to tell what you really want to eat rather than what you 'think' you want!  (If that makes sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have eaten two slices of toast, one with butter, and one with jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of an M and S pasta salad, and a cream slice, have saved the other for o/h, normally I would have scoffed them both and hidden the evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel comfortable now, about 4 on the hunger scale; 0 is starving, 10 is stuffed. (Another really useful tool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6088187562029157096?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6088187562029157096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6088187562029157096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6088187562029157096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6088187562029157096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-6924901395712655224</id><published>2007-02-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:58:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half term</title><content type='html'>I have a week off for half term, so I'm hoping this will be a good week. I want to do some exercise, and writing this will hopefully stop me from eating when I am not hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-6924901395712655224?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6924901395712655224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=6924901395712655224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6924901395712655224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/6924901395712655224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/half-term.html' title='Half term'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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-799430723292905966.post-4723002201425697384</id><published>2007-02-11T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:34:53.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No food is forbidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Well here goes, my very first blog entry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As the title suggests, this blog is going to deall with my issues around food and eating.  I have a petty good record having been on or off a diet for most of my life.  I have also been a slimming club leader, and recently attended a Beyond Chocolate workshop.  The idea is to eat when you are hungry, and stop when you are satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mindful eating is what i am trying to acheive, so that I am 'present' while I eat, and thus do not overeat(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Geneen Roth's books have also been an inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799430723292905966-4723002201425697384?l=nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4723002201425697384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=799430723292905966&amp;postID=4723002201425697384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4723002201425697384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799430723292905966/posts/default/4723002201425697384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofoodisforbidden.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-food-is-forbidden.html' title='No food is forbidden'/><author><name>nofoodisforbidden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12058809142816147041</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>
