<?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-20480507</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:20.077-07:00</updated><category term='begin again'/><title type='text'>Corina's Mission</title><subtitle type='html'>Starting 1/2/2006 &amp; Ending 2/12/2006 My hubby &amp; I completed our "Walk Away the pounds"...  I have always kept a journal.. :-) Usually private... but have really enjoyed "blog world"........ so off to my next Mission...6 weeks of "Core Secrets"....Start date: 2/13/2006.......... come join me!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-1169969957360341982</id><published>2009-02-16T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:52:42.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begin again'/><title type='text'>Back to the world of Blog</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if it is the accountability, the journaling, the seeing my progress and set backs before my eyes or my determination for change that sends me back to this. I know one thing though, is unless I have all the above I won't stick to it. So here I am... with all my "real as it gets" workout journal.. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start from the beginning.. &lt;br /&gt;I will put on what I have done so far and will keep weekly update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-1169969957360341982?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/1169969957360341982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=1169969957360341982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/1169969957360341982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/1169969957360341982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-world-of-blog.html' title='Back to the world of Blog'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116741289758425407</id><published>2006-12-29T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:07:25.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=warriors4christ_matt25_40&amp;size=medium&amp;type=jpg" width="48" height="48" border="0" alt="Yahoo! Avatars"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116741289758425407?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116741289758425407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116741289758425407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116741289758425407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116741289758425407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-cute.html' title='Too cute!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116732202444897769</id><published>2006-12-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:07:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatin to the re-packing of lights</title><content type='html'>Funny...... just a few weeks ago I faintly remember looking around my "Christmas't out" house thinking &lt;em&gt;"OH, this is so pretty".&lt;/em&gt;  Walking through every room, I would instantly turned on the lights to the numerous trees.  I flipped switches to every animated trinket that wished me a &lt;em&gt;"merry little Christmas." &lt;/em&gt;Lit candles of the seasons scent &amp; plugged in potpourri pots with another blending fragrance making my house smell like a Yankee store.  For weeks I went around humming cheery little songs.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;... only few weeks later......&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the Christmas stuff wishing that I could hire someone to come and pack it all away.  My trees look like too much work, my trinkets sit motionless for the most part.   My youngest is my fearless one, who ignores my glares when he hits the annoying snow man blow up thing.  Of course when I saw it in the store I had to have it, now threaten anyone who turns it on.  &lt;br /&gt;The boxes and tubs I stashed in the middle bedroom, loom waiting for me to sort through and pitch a lot of stuff I no longer use.  Why I decided to wait til after Christmas?  I have no clue.  I should have chucked it when I pulled out what I wanted the first time thru the pile of Christmas pasts.  I should call my mother and make her go thru it with me, seeing how she is the one that gave me all her old &lt;em&gt;“no longer uses, but has been in the family for years”&lt;/em&gt; decorations. Hmmm. My daughter and son should experience the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Blessing”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the recycled Christmas decorations. ~~ Good idea!- I will take the tubs to their house so they can go thru them... like I did ... after a few years :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember Christmas EVER being like this when we were little?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit..... the ONLY thing I really don’t want to take down is my nativity scene... I still love to plug in the lights, I had placed under the burlap in which they rest. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love seeing the scene not only with my eyes, but with my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;   Oh, how I wish I could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear His cry amongst the sounds of the animals, the happy laughter of His mother and Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the warmth on my face from the star cutting through the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To turn and see the wise-men as they humbly carried their gifts for the King of Kings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the staff the Shepard’s carried, softly striking the ground as they moved closer.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;To be blinded by tears as I fall to my knees before my Savior.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, One day.... I will see my Savior.. And just like my heart imagines , I will fall before my Lord blinded by tears to my knees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look at the nativity scene and long to go back for just one moment.  To hold that baby born in such a humble place.  But today, He holds me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tell me..... How good is our God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116732202444897769?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116732202444897769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116732202444897769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116732202444897769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116732202444897769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweatin-to-re-packing-of-lights.html' title='Sweatin to the re-packing of lights'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116715883498829009</id><published>2006-12-26T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:47:35.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how depressing!</title><content type='html'>My old one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.net/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/179/130/155/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My new current one:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.net/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/179/130/170/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116715883498829009?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116715883498829009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116715883498829009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116715883498829009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116715883498829009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-how-depressing.html' title='Oh, how depressing!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116714930231214832</id><published>2006-12-26T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:08:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas workout</title><content type='html'>Amazing weekend!  I seriously don’t think I could have had an more awesome Christmas weekend..... Let me do a breakdown, a glimpse at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Had to work :-(     My hubby shut down for that day, so he got to play hookie and call me a few times to “remind me” that he didn’t have to work, and I did. ~ Did I ever mention he was a brat? :-) I did get to bless a wonderful woman at work that day though..   My hubby and I had prayed about what to get her, and from the look on her face, and the tearful thanks followed with “you have no idea how much I needed this”, HE was right on it... Again!   God is so faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: (night&lt;/strong&gt;) went shopping......... yeah, not real bright.  We got all the men &amp; women from the Libre house’s their Christmas gifts, and some few extras for people that were coming over to spend Christmas with us.  Came home and did some prep cooking for the meal on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday: &lt;/strong&gt;We slept in til 8:30...... First time I can remember sleeping in...........well for a LONG time!  We drank coffee, sat around for a half hour then began to cook.  I have to brag here for a minute.   MY MAN CAN COOK!! :-) plus he is downright gorgeous in the kitchen! &lt;grins&gt;   We made 2 types of chili ~ his famous sweet chili and my new white chili.    &lt;br /&gt;We were at the ministry office by 10:30 and at 11:00 toys-for-tots dropped off their packages... we had 29 families gifts stacked in one of the back rooms waiting for pickups at 1:00.   This year thru the jail chaplaincy our ministry“adopted” 15 kids and delivered Christmas gifts to the children of inmates.  During the tv interview, toys for tots called and asked if there were any other kids that we knew were not being helped.   So that’s how we got linked with T4T.  What a God send!   @ 11:30 was our Christmas banquet for all the volunteers in our ministry which was huge, since we had us and the helpers from JC and T4T there too!  It was awesome!  God fed the multitudes and had leftovers of course!  Everyone was laughing, telling stories, and sharing what God had done in their lives this past year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 1&lt;/strong&gt; the wives, husbands, grandparents of the inmates started arriving.... I got to do what I love... Talk. :-) While they waited in line, we laughed, talked and got tons of hugs from women who were amazed getting the phone call the night before saying “come pick up Christmas presents for your kids!  All free” Some cried, some just smiled... All were told WHO they were from.  Tiny gifts from God who sees them in their time of need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the gifts were passed out..&lt;/strong&gt; And everyone went home, except the men &amp; women in our homes and us.... we delivered 13 huge boxes of food to families in need.   The whole bed of Sim’s truck was packed out with bags of apples, potatoes, boxed pizzas, the boxes stacked high, and frozen packages of omelet mix to be baked on Christmas morning.    Home after home, we drove around and God put it on our hearts of different families.   One, I had been ministering to for a while.... she’s young, has a little one,.... and always seems so embarrassed with how her family acts whenever I come over.   Her aunt, grandma (who live downstairs), etc all try to “play the system” and ask for anything and everything to be given to them.  She has never asked us for a hand out, never even taken anything that I try to give her but say “oh they need it worse than me.” when they have literally snatched it from my hands.    Today I was determined.  I knocked on her door and could tell she was surprised and happy to see me on a day I normally am not there.   Behind me stood 6 men with arms full.  She looked at me, them... and started bawling.   She yelled up for her husband and said “Omgosh, hurry get down here, the church people are here and you wont believe what they have!”  I grinned as this “standoffish” girl fell into my arms and cried.  She hugged me, laughed, and cried more.  I told her Merry Christmas and that God wanted to bless her.  Her husband looked stunned and like he was about to cry when my husband hugged him and said “Merry Christmas, man!  God is good!”  The groceries streamed up the stairs and our men &amp; women grinning like crazy.   Afterwards, and a few more hugs from the shocked young mom, we left with her still standing in the window of the door waving, a baby on dads shoulders.   Our men &amp; women were quiet, happy.. Grateful.... at peace with what God had done in that young family.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, those “men &amp; women” I speak of are a lot of X’es... x-gang bangers, x-drug addicts, x- prostitutes, x- pimps, x-dealers, etc....   That day... when I looked at their faces in the van afterwards... when all the boxes were delivered to shocked families........ I saw just what the Blood of Jesus can do in men &amp; women with a past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night:&lt;/strong&gt; (we didn’t get done til almost 7 pm) we went home and kicked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt; we went to church.   Oh, one family of our jail ministry kids we adopted and delivered presents to last week has yet to miss a service.. They are absolutely the sweetest kids!   They barely know me and all three are just loves!   The two girls 9 &amp; 5 just squeeze to my side wherever I am sitting and the 8 yr old boy just hugs on me and always is on the other side!  The first day I took them to church the little one was on my lap and the two were plastered to both sides of me in the pew.  They are so starved for a woman’s love.  Sunday, when I picked them up they were standing out on the porch waiting grinning when the big blue van pulled around the corner.  Jumping in they piled me with “gifts” little crafts that they had made for me.  As I looked the one eyed santa I about cried.  Such love these babies have, and pure gifts they give so freely.   It breaks my heart knowing that they starve for someone to see worth in them.  I of course cherished my gifts, and they beamed at each other and me as my teen sons spoke of the artistic abilities they have.  Did I ever tell you how proud I am of my sons?  They have an amazing heart of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday after church: &lt;/strong&gt;went seen Rocky movie... was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday night&lt;/strong&gt; went to pastors house... then went home and opened up gifts with our family...the kids got tons of clothes, Me too! :-) my hubby has style too, lol... more so than me!  I let him dress me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS:  &lt;/strong&gt; we went picked up the men &amp; women from the home, dropped off brownies and juice for the “feed the homeless”~~ our ministry does it on Thanksgiving day, and another local one does it for Christmas... switch off.   And went to our house.   The guys &amp; gals opened up the gifts... which some of them had a tough time keeping their composure... I never really thought about it til writing this... that it might be because some had never had anything to open before on Christmas or a family to spend it with.   Some of these guys &amp; gals come from an upbringing that statistically they should not have survived!  We ate tons... kids all came over... parents came over......... we laughed, joked, ate some more..... and had a BLESSED birthday party!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;******* I have a nativity scene that I painted... took me two years to finish..... My youngest son (13 yr) was excited about being able to put Jesus in the manger on Christmas day.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-- did I mention that I got on the scale Christmas night and wanted to wing it out the window?  I weigh 170!! OMGOSH!!  Sim and I have desided to get BACK into the workout and will start doing 45 minutes every night downstairs... together...... oh boy.   If anyone remembers just how graceful I was when I was dedicated in my workout........yeah... this will not be pretty. :-) but we have insurance.  &amp; a blog to tell about it! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116714930231214832?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116714930231214832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116714930231214832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116714930231214832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116714930231214832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-workout_26.html' title='My Christmas workout'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116663002429197773</id><published>2006-12-20T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T07:53:44.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My therapist thanks you!</title><content type='html'>This morning I read a email that sums up 99% of the emails I get.   Thankfully I have a protector... Who is stronger than even the "email paranoia" that makes me scramble to the web and look it up on Hoax.com  ~~ Email below~~&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Just so you know.... I am done shopping!  And wrapping!  Amazing enough, my hubby didn't make it onto "cops" this holiday season.  I did however remember to NOT put the empty wrapping paper rolls near him last night as I wrapped tile midnight (again).  I hate to admit, I almost fell for his sweet "Honey can you hand me that roll please."  I had ribbon being held between my teeth, stack of lopsided presents not cooperating as I tried to bundle them together using 4 different ribbon colors at once, when he asked in a voice that made me about drop it all.  ALMOST.  Thankfully- like I said I have a protector who showed me a vision.... or maybe it was a flashback of my gorgeous "Pirate" two nights ago.  Anyway, my butt became firmly planted on the "weapon" for the remainder of the night. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUMMARY OF MY LAST YEAR ON THE COMPUTER:&lt;br /&gt;I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258 th time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can buy gasoline without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually AlQaeda in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you too for all the endless advice Andy Rooney has given us. I can live a better life now because he's told us how to fix everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't forget this one either! I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116663002429197773?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116663002429197773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116663002429197773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116663002429197773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116663002429197773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-therapist-thanks-you.html' title='My therapist thanks you!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116619751792407504</id><published>2006-12-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:45:18.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas workout</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe I am not "dancing to the oldies", kicking it with "Taebo", or bouncing on my "core" ball, but I am definitely working out! &lt;br /&gt;This time I am &lt;em&gt;bouncing&lt;/em&gt; all over the place, &lt;em&gt;kicking&lt;/em&gt; it with the &lt;em&gt;oldies&lt;/em&gt; in a much more dangerous place than my living room....... I am in the thick of the MALL!  Women with blue hair and shopping carts!  Since when did they put carts in malls anyway?  I know I hide from the mall most of the year but really!  Who's bright idea was it to put a weapon in the hands of last minute mall shoppers?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before last I came straight home from work, got picked up by the most handsome man alive (my hubby) and went to the mall.  4 hours later, my hubby's wallet thinner, and my hands about to rip off from the bags (no carts available- of course)and looking like a well fed pack mule (still need to lose about 20 lbs!).... I limped towards the light.  The street light that is, underwhich we parked our truck.  &lt;br /&gt;Unloading my purple hands I pried myself up the 15 feet (felt like it) into my husbands "toy".. Ford truck, yellow &amp; white with red pin stripe (actually looks really cool-- everyone always stares and comes up to it wherever we go.. I think its pretty, but men do that grunt thing, so must be a "manly" truck), chromed out wheel wells, and of course with a lift kit (15 feet-- ok maybe not that high, but when walking in heels for 4 hours dodging blue tanks on squeaky wheels, jogging behind someone who's stride is twice yours.. It FEELS 15ft!)   OH, lets not forget the "Dukes of Hazard" horn.   Did I ever mention my hubby is a kid trapped in a big body? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sighed as I sat elevated over all the other vehicles on my way finally home..Normally I use my children's strong arms to unload, but forgot I couldn't since it was for them that I battled the crazies that night!  Do they even know the torcher we go thru for them?  I am reminded why last year I said "Oh, just grow into them" when they said their pants were too big!  I must have still been in the recovery stage from the "mall battleground"&lt;br /&gt;So my hubby and I once again piled them on and squeezed thru the doorway. I was so thankful to be home! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit... I am one of the "weird" people who LOVE to wrap.  I even have been known to go to my moms and wrap my own presents... Which she tapes shut with enough tape to hold together santas sleigh!   Hmmm. She does know me.... I can not HELP but to snoop every year.. &lt;grins&gt; don't tell her but I still do!  hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my Happy Holiday workout saga..... I thought... "hmmm I will kick back, relax, wrap to my hearts content, and put enough ribbon on each present to make my kids pass around the pocket knife. (family tradition which they all moan about~ but secretly love)   So on the floor I went, with piles of presents on one side, and my leftover wrapping paper from last year on the other.  My husband supervised from the couch during the commercials and tormented me with the empty wrapping paper rolls when I stupidly placed them within his arms reach.   A typical year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing, while sitting, to the Christmas music in my head ignoring the "on guard" of my pirate husband, bent over farther than my gut will allow, color coordinating the perfect ribbons for each package when I tried to get up.  Lets just say my hubby about made it on one of his favorite TV show "cops" when he started laughing at my hunched over creaking body while dodging his "sword".  Hmmm, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Man beaten with tube from Christmas wrapping paper... Wife found "decorating" him with matching ribbon." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Had a nice ring to it in my head at the time.  He must have sensed it, because he said "come here sexy, give me a kiss" and laid his torment toy down..... Of course he knows I would forget what I was mad about after that statement! &lt;br /&gt;So he didn't make it on cops yet.&lt;br /&gt;but we are not done shopping either, or wrapping............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workout......... I am thinking doing the "old" workout was much easier on this well fed body!&lt;br /&gt;Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS~ enjoy Christ's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116619751792407504?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116619751792407504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116619751792407504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116619751792407504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116619751792407504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-workout.html' title='My Christmas workout'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116543082053282099</id><published>2006-12-06T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:47:00.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!! God is so good!! The women's conference is coming together amazingly!!  Such a God thing!  We have our website up and running with it, and people are reserving spots!  We only have 1000 seats so they are going fast!  Friends from Atlanta are coming up, a dance team from Ohio state....etc.  So our houses are gonna be full :-)   I sure do wish some of you guys could come!&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a blast~ awesome team of singers, dance teams, speakers, LOL even Elvis I heard is making an appearance.   We have tons of give-a-ways local Christian businesses gave us to give to the ladies.. Gift cards to a weekend get away!  My hubby is making some sort of sling thing to beam rolled up t-shirts out into the crowd.. Everyone is pumped!&lt;br /&gt;Had to share!&lt;br /&gt;Check out our new addition to our website &lt;strong&gt; www.womenoflivingwater.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you?  All the left over money goes to help rebuild the building we were given as an outreach post!  A place for all our "street babies"!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooo, thats a whole different blog on what all God is doing there! :-) will have to write it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116543082053282099?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116543082053282099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116543082053282099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116543082053282099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116543082053282099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/12/womens-conference.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-116483163080113521</id><published>2006-11-29T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:27:53.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>Ahh a wonderful day... Except having bronchitis!  But I am on the healing end of this!  God is soo good!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to my toy... My wonderful hubby got me a early Christmas gift.. Dell laptop!  So here I am at home in my living room watching Little House on the Prairie (favorite show~always wished I had lived in that day and age when I was little) typing on my 21st century laptop :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-116483163080113521?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/116483163080113521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=116483163080113521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116483163080113521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/116483163080113521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-115617896970269180</id><published>2006-08-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:55:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my gosh</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I was up and at em!  First day on 4 to midnights, so plenty of time to workout in the morning!  I cleaned, did laundry, picked up things, drank gourmet coffee and pulled out my dusty ab belt and popped in my "walk away the pounds- for abs" DVD.  I was feeling frisky so put on the 3 mile (45 minute power walk with stunts)***Stunts~ the word is used because, with me and my OH so coordinated butt, they are nothing less dangerous than "stunts"&lt;br /&gt;So off I went, walking, well.....Nowhere.  I have noticed before the whole walking, breathing and moving my arms in rhythm with the robo chick on TV......Well, falls short.  Wednesday was no exception.  A couple times I tripped (yes walking in place)and for some reason my mind doesn't quite grasp that I should let go of the strappy thing I am holding on to while doing the "push the ceiling girls" move.  So I about put my handles thru the big screen TV. Sim would be a little upset, so I moved back a few steps.  &lt;br /&gt;~~~Word of warning~~~&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever exercise in a living room, doing arm stretches overhead with handle thingy's ........Under a ceiling fan.  Especially if you only have 8ft ceilings!  Yeah another thing I found out the hard way!  Luckily I have the blessed 1 ft space infront of the arm chair that I can stand so I stay out of the ceiling fan .. If only I could remember that 2.5 miles into it when she says.. "Ok girls 2 steps forward, reach; two steps back."  Oh well, I need to get my fingernails repainted anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After my 3 mile "I am she-warrior"  I decided to do my 45 minute "Ab blaster" on the CORE DVD.  Never tried it before.... NOT PRETTY. They have one move where you are laying on the ball and have to do sit ups on it... ok  not too bad, little wobbly but woooo the next one you have to angle your body and do them with a twist.. YEAH right!!  Good thing my couches are on both sides because when I shot up with the "mean it" crunch my ball took off like a bean from a pea shooter!  I ended up half way on my couch and the other half stuck between the ball and the love seat!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the rest of the work out was done on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was screaming and I had forgot to pee between the 2, 45 minute workout tapes... So the last 15 minutes had me sucking in my belly button to my spine (that's A LOT of sucking in too!) and doing the bladder control clinch.  I figured I had come so far and didn't want to stop... Plus the thought of using my abs to sit up then get back down afterwards left me in fear.  Not smart move I know... But thankfully no one was in the hallway after the "cool down" because I looked like a duck walking football player running down that hallway!  And you wonder why I don't go to gyms!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: (had to work til 4 am on overtime! So woke up late) Only did the 1 mile walk and CORE:  didn't fall off the ball and stood in my 1 foot safety spot in the living room... Only scratched my fingernail paint once, and made sure I went to the bathroom between DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: (no overtime last night!!) Had things I had to do plus go meet my handsome hubby so did the 1 mile and CORE.&lt;br /&gt;~~ OH, my gosh.... My abs were screaming Friday night at work!  Had to jump out of the car real quick and about buckled over!  I am thinking my flabby belly is in shock from the 3 days of ab workout.  By the end of the night I was like a little old person moaning each time I had to get in or out of the car!   &lt;br /&gt;Did my measurements Wen morning... Forgot to type them in.. Will next time!&lt;br /&gt;~~Personal goal(still).... Shrink in size &amp; Grow in Christ! &lt;br /&gt;Size on this blog..... Grow on Women of Living water blog~ newly updated too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-115617896970269180?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/115617896970269180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=115617896970269180&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115617896970269180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115617896970269180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh, my gosh'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-115564755885180722</id><published>2006-08-15T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:12:38.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow~~</title><content type='html'>Ahh, tomorrow is the day! Back to the grind of working out... &lt;br /&gt;Funny, I have been missing it! &lt;br /&gt;On the run today..... so short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-115564755885180722?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/115564755885180722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=115564755885180722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115564755885180722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115564755885180722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow~~'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-115558235920307889</id><published>2006-08-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:05:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back!</title><content type='html'>I will not get into my long drawn out explanation.......... Check out women of Living water blog... Under links.... &lt;br /&gt;But reason I have not been on this blog...... OK- because I have dropped the ball!  And not just my inflatable workout ball that is too big to fit thru any door in my house, so now sits lonely in my spare bedroom used only by the occasional guest who bounces on it in the wee hours of the morning (true story).&lt;br /&gt;But....... This week I am working Monday- Tuesdays days..... And wend- thru Friday 4 to midnights.......So... I am going to workout for the next six weeks 3 times a week on my dusty ball, and "Walk off the pounds" tapes!  I won't have to rise earlier than the birds to do it (like before) and will feel better, hopefully to make it thru the next 6 weeks!  PLUS I will be have time to get on here! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-115558235920307889?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/115558235920307889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=115558235920307889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115558235920307889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/115558235920307889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/08/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114554797552158184</id><published>2006-04-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:46:15.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian like?? hmmmm</title><content type='html'>My goodness......... its been forever it seems since I have written!  Looking at the date... it pretty much has been!   &lt;br /&gt;First.. I am @156 and have started working out every morning again.  I had a minor set back last week but feel tons better now!  Will go into it later...&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Done with the “workout- weight stuff” :-) onto the “woooooo are you for real?”  Another words, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really was excited about my God given inspiration to transform one of our spare bedrooms into a comfortable study for my hubby.   I drew out my plans, measured, even colored and strategically placed everything on my paint program, printed them &amp; showed them to my oh so gracious husband.  I decided to start it like I do everything I get in my little head...............&lt;br /&gt;I ripped out the floor, tore thru the outdated room, and threw away more junk than humanly possible to shove in one room.  I stood there all proud of my efficient destructive abilities and got another brilliant thought... “Hey why don’t I redo the other spare room while I am at it? “ Since of course I was moving out the tiny bed from room 2 and placing the bigger bed from room 1 (future study) into room 2.  So off to room 2 I went, the boys tagging along behind me. I ignored their disgruntled looks for being made to “work” on their spring break.&lt;br /&gt;So room 2 got the same careful treatment... I ripped everything out, stacked all save-able stuff in the middle on beautiful hard wood floors!  A drop cloth, sheets (I knew 12 yr old batman sheets would come in handy again) and drug the boys to Lowe’s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like a military commander, I prattled off the list of needs, scrapers, brushes, rollers, pans, etc.. We separated at our designated meeting spot and began the hunt.  I found the border I wanted (for room 2) paint that matched perfectly, and marched back to the juggling boys who tried to look annoyed. (They actually like it when I get in one of these “moods”) Without a word, ok maybe the usual “mom can I get some gum?, Mom where are we gonna eat, Mom are we gonna have to go anywhere else? Mom, can we go ride our bikes when we get done? Mom, can’t we go to best buy? How about we make a deal. ” Yada-yada-yada   I do what I do best... raised one eyebrow and gave them “don’t mess with me” look to their million questions, and kept going.  Funny- they haven’t learned in 15 yrs mom don’t do “deals”.  Their a little slow, but cute.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house, that @ 9 was perfectly clean now looked like a bomb had gone off.  One teenager taped off, one painted the trim, while I rolled the ceiling.   2 coats later of ceiling and wall, I stood back and admired my masterpiece.  I called my honey who burst my “hey guess what I did,” Martha Stewart moment by saying...... “Ahhh,  did you forget that my mom &amp; brother are coming up this weekend to stay for 3 days?”  I gasped.  Looking around I saw my haphazard tower in the middle of the floor covered in sheets, walls still wet to the touch, in room 2 and walked into room 1 seeing.......... nothing.  Well besides the nail running boards that I kept for the new carpet, which I might add I haven’t picked out yet, let alone ordered!  No beds in either “spare bedroom”.  “OOOOOOh, I know honey, don’t worry, I got it under control” I made a face at the boys who suspiciously looked amused.  “Ok, well gotta go!”  Hanging up on the startled hubby, I turned in a circle ... why? Dunno, but seemed to help. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill sergeant in full mode boys &amp; I yanked the bed from the hallway back into room 2- threatening them about touching the walls... swept and could do no more til walls dried.   Hubby came home, house was clean again, and gave me dubious looks at my “everything is under control” statement,  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.... We did Adopt A Block and rushed home.  In the van I spat out orders who did what, where and picked up drive thru (yeah I know.. But hey McD’s is great for a hurry) After scarfing down food, we wet the boarder and all 3 of us got on kitchen chairs.   The first piece went up without a problem....................... Yeah, the second strip....... we fought, struggled, swiped, held, pulled, didn’t pull, and it wouldn’t stick..  Standing on a chair with the boys on either side, my “Christian like” behavior disappeared.  In one flash of an eye that stunned the two teens, I ripped the boarder that refused to work, wadded it up and thru it on the ground and stomped on it while shaking my fists in the air marching down the hallway.  Yeah, me! &lt;br /&gt; Its quite comical now as I see in my mind the stunned, mouth dropped look on the leery kids faces as mom did what my 15 yr old dubbed  “mom’s, psycho moment” Which of course they have done their own repeat performance imitation for everyone!  Very exaggerated I might say and seems to get more so as others laugh. :-(    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did manage to get the rest up without too much more difficulty.  The boys seem to think the border “knew better” than to not stick.&lt;br /&gt;Room 2 is now complete........ Today they are putting a twin bed up in Room 1 when they get out of school....... &lt;br /&gt;You know.............. How did I manage to go from remodeling room 1 to all that?  Room 1 is still in demo phase......... and visitors will be here in 3 days.      But room 2 looks great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114554797552158184?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114554797552158184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114554797552158184&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114554797552158184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114554797552158184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/04/christian-like-hmmmm.html' title='Christian like?? hmmmm'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114470561097369487</id><published>2006-04-10T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:46:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend workout</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH-- my respect level for all you moms of babies is now on the Academy Award Level!!  I had a 4 month old all weekend and gesh did I get a workout... ww watch out tomorrow!  &lt;br /&gt;If I did not lose 40lbs running back and forth to the fridge for bottles at all hours of the day &amp; NIGHT, I surely lost them in one arm and leg as I bounced and patted till the tingling was overcome by dead weight.   And I survived this with my kids?  I must have blocked those moments out of my memory.  Either that or my babies were oddly silent children...... Well if you met them now you would know that was a whooper! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Little "Screamer" was brought to me Friday and I returned her this morning... &lt;br /&gt;Actually I had a blast!  She is the CUTEST thing and has the sweetest, perfect features.  Red hair and big blue eyes.  She LOVES her "Aunt" Corina too!  A plus in my book!  Seeing how her older sister didn't want to really come since Sim and the boys weren't gonna be there!  And she is only 4!  That’s good though, because mom and dad needed a break from "Screamer" and I figured that the 4 yr old should have some one on one time with them... seeing how she hasn't had any in 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.  It's weird how much MORE patience I have now.. My house is a mess, I didn't cook all weekend, and did nothing of "importance" in my home..... except love on that little baby.  She went to AAB with me.. LOVED IT! She loved church and laughed at the kids.   &lt;br /&gt;You know... I got thinking about all that... neither one of their parents go to church.. follow God... Maybe that is why this "Aunt"(friend from work's kids, that I have sorta adopted in the past 4 yrs)is in their lives.... the 4 yr old LOVES going to church with SIM, and makes sure her parents hear ALL about the stuff she made.  Hmmmmm.. God you are so good... I am starting to see your plan.  Its more than this "momma" heart that you gave me... &lt;br /&gt;" Right NOW I am praying that their parents will come to know YOU.. Serve YOU, thru the innocent mouths of babes!  That their hearts will break wide open, and follow Your lead in raising these two beautiful girls.  That these girls will always know that they have one "Your so funny" Aunt Corina that loves them, prays for them and believes that God has a purpose for them!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114470561097369487?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114470561097369487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114470561097369487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114470561097369487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114470561097369487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-workout.html' title='Weekend workout'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114470380930665129</id><published>2006-04-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:16:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my lost post..... from Tuesday of last week!</title><content type='html'>That’s it! I am going back on my daily workout! This morning I hit the living room floor determined and thinking.......... why couldn’t I have a job where I go in later, so I can sleep in later? Instead I am up before the birds flapping MY arms, looking like a chicken on speed while they sleep! Remember the phase where they said by the year 2000 every home would have one of those phones that had a camera, so you can look at the person talking to you. Imagine a "live" workout program with such cameras! &lt;br /&gt;In some areas that would be cool... least you wouldn’t have to hear the SAME joke every morning on the stupid DVD. New moves, new faces, new music. BUT... my problem.. I would scare anyone on the other end! My "oh too early" looks, wouldn’t nearly be as intimidating as my scowl at them for making me move. So might not be such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to ww. Of course I was running late. Why Sim acts shocked I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;I work 45 minutes away, sometimes can’t leave right at 4:00 so that threw me behind... then big boy said last minute "hey, go pick up our taxes". I was in there for 20 some minutes, on the other side of the city I work in......... so yeah, this girl was ON TIME. But for some reason he thinks we should be there 20 minutes early. Half the time the skinny chick is giving us dirty looks............. ok ME dirty looks while she laughs with Sim because we are too early and they have to rush around setting things up. When I pulled in after the 4th beep saying "where are you now", Sim was sitting in his truck in the parking lot.... He was not a happy camper. Not cause he would have to wait in the now long line (because he already went in 20 minutes earlier to be the first to weigh in), but because he had gained. I will not for the sake of my attachment to breathing tell you the amount, but will say that he gained....... HI HONEY- I LOVE YOU ! (just incase he is reading) :-) YOU ARE THE SEXIEST MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN!........ Ok- &lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I went in..... omgosh....... where did all these women come from? I stood there looking around at the new faces and waited. I grabbed my folder, dread weighing on my shoulders as I kicked off my shoes, put down my 20lb purse and stepped up on the scale..... -.2&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would been mad that I only lost .2 but seeing how I thought..... "Oh my gosh, if Sim gained, then I probably will blow up the scale!" I grinned at skinny chick who just raised a delicate eyebrow........ which reminds me I HAVE to get my eyebrows done, my goodness I am starting to look like 2 caterpillars has hatched its furry butt over my eyes! Dang, the weight of those might be what is keeping me from losing that extra .3!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Sim is going to Atlanta tomorrow night til next wednesday........ so I will have to go get waxed. Ahhhh.... just the eyebrows...... had to clear that up. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114470380930665129?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114470380930665129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114470380930665129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114470380930665129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114470380930665129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-lost-post-from-tuesday-of-last-week.html' title='my lost post..... from Tuesday of last week!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114407402867730044</id><published>2006-04-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T07:20:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But-----But its DARK!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up to “Hey you want up to workout?”  I barely lifted my head to look blurry eyed at my hubby, looking all gorgeous like and mumbled a quick “no” I don’t remember nothing after that.   I think I fell back to sleep before my head even plopped back down on my super comfy pillow.  45 minutes later I jumped out of bed when I heard “bye”.  It was still dark!  What is wrong with this picture?  &lt;br /&gt;The morning was in a sleepy haze.... I know I took a shower, but can’t really remember it.  I know I got ready, but don’t remember that either!  I think I realized I was up and out of bed when I hit the parking lot here at work.   So the drive was on auto pilot.   Ever had a morning like that?  When you wake up at your destination and think... “Dang how did I get here?”&lt;br /&gt;Anyway........... This weekend........... WONDERFUL!!  Man did I have church!  Friday I picked up one of my teen girls~Brittany-17 and we went to Youth Adopt A Block.  Afterwards we went out to eat, and had church in the restaurant.   OH– I have to share this... She will probably kill me.......... but it is too funny not to share.. Ok- Brit and I went to Meijers afterwards and it started storming.  She I guess is scared of lightening.. She said, “lets wait til it lightening again then we will run for it.”  I said, “Na lets just go for it.”  She looked over completely serious and said “but I have metal glasses on!”  I sat there staring at her as she kept looking out all the windows towards the sky.  I started laughing.  She turned and frowned “Corina I am serious!  I have metallic toenail polish on too!”  At that I was hugging my steering wheel laughing and saying “Omygosh, I can see it now “Girl struck my lightening on her toenails!”  She laughed, I laughed and finally I talked her and her glasses/metallic toenails out of the van.   As soon as she stepped around the back of the van lightening streaked across the sky.  I have NEVER seen someone scream, jump and run at the same time.  I know we looked like a wild bunch as she let out a blood curling scream and was nothing but a blonde streak, and me running, laughing in high heels behind her.  &lt;br /&gt; Saturday we got up went to regular AAB and we were quite a team.. Got 9 people signed up for the Ladies Day Make over that our ministry does every year.    After that, we went out to eat again– nasty food that I didn’t eat, went shopping for my “new” living room.   I bought pictures, shelves, a mirror thing, and some way too cute fence lantern thing to sit next to my door.  A friend of mine from Celina drove 2 ½ hours to come up and hang out with us.  We sat on my living room floor til 1:30 in the morning having church.  We cried, we laughed, we shared, we felt God all up in that place!  The presence of God was so thick that it wouldn’t have shocked me to turn and see him sitting up on the couch behind me!  In the wee hours of the morning she left to drive all the way home.  She is probably the most anointed woman I have ever known.  &lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY~~ My handsome honey came home.   I got a beep on my nextel at 8:15 saying “where are you at?”  I looked at the clock........................... and remembered.  OMGOSH I had forgot to change the clocks!   I stood there with my hair crazy in my pjs and said I am leaving in 15 minutes!  I yelled for Brit who ran out into the hallway, I tried not to laugh at the sight.  She had twisted shirt she was still trying to tug on, care bear pj bottoms and some fluffy funky looking slipper socks... She was in the process of putting on makeup I guess because one eye had makeup all done up and the other looked completely bare.  I shouted its 9:15! And she jumped, did a little circle thing and said “Omygosh, omygosh!” Frantic we both ran back to our rooms.  Somehow............. by the Grace of a wonderful father.. I left in 15 minutes dressed, makeup on and hair pulled back.  Brittany did her makeup on the way, and I whipped in and out of streets picking up all the kids who were now calling me saying “did you forget me?”  Me ~ Brit and about 9 more pulled into the full parking lot.  I made it on time!  I had prayed “Lord, hold time for me again!”  And He did!  &lt;br /&gt;I will have to put all the stuff that happened with Sim and his group of men in my other blog....... I will type it up tonight.  You would NOT believe our church last night!  I have never seen the Holy Spirit fall in that place like that!  This whole weekend was like a daughter hanging out with her father~~ and Sunday– wooooooooooo did he bless me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-008S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-008S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH :-)   You knew I had to do it....................... Here is my Easter tree! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And staying in the little subtle messages... here is my shelf.  Notice on the top next to my duck the armor?  That Is my Armor of God I leave out all year... Every time I look at it I am reminded how important it is to put it on!..... that little duck and sheep is another little message.. Well at least the sheep is... I bought one for me and Carol at work.. Because we are God’s sheep.  On the third shelf in the corner is a metal cross with Christ in front of it.. My hubby’s shop made them to pass out.. When the light hits it, the shadow (remembrance) shows Christ perfectly on the cross behind him... but the truth is................. He is off the Cross!  Praise God!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-010S.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-010S.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-009S.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-009S.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114407402867730044?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114407402867730044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114407402867730044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114407402867730044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114407402867730044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-but-its-dark.html' title='But-----But its DARK!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114381705579784308</id><published>2006-03-31T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:57:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.net/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/179/130/155/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing:  I forgot to tell you I lost .6 lbs....... How?  dunno!  But sure was happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I didn’t get to work out— with a video..... instead I was up ironing, organizing and packing snacks for the men’s big adventure.   All the men are going to “Full Gospel Men’s Advance”– They like to say that men “advance” and women “retreat”.    So this morning, my heart rate was elevated, my breathing short and my nerves pulled taunt.... Until dropping the last of the men off!&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Sansone (Walk away the pounds lady) would have swooned at the high intensity of my morning.  20 guys:Sim, all the men from the mens home, men from the church, and my 2 boys are all driving into the sunset to a Grand Adventure of the Holy Spirit this weekend.  Leaving behind a frazzled , tired and oh so hungry mom and wife for quiet.   &lt;br /&gt;I am going to use this time to pour myself into Gods word..  To sit in silence and really hear Him.  To have a calm heart, spirit and mind in a state of worship.  I am so desperately in need of this.  To be alone with God.  To seek HIS face.   To forget for a moment all the responsibilities of my life and focus on Him.  &lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was fighting jealousy when the men got back after the 2005 Advance.. They told with excitement all the stuff that was taught on, the amazing prayers, the worship, the presence of God so thick that men were crying, laughing and being set free.   Some that came back with this fresh fire, were normally reserved and quiet.  But as I watched them come to life, and passion in their words I was envious.   I fought that last year for a day or two.   But as I watched the change in these men grow and grow after that weekend, I was joyful for them.   This year, I have been praying that this year blows their socks off like never before.   All of them that went last year are going again, with about 10 new ones!   I can’t wait to hear all about it!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend................. I will be about my fathers business.............I will be basting in the loving presence of my Lord.   Sitting at His feet, listening, learning, and worshiping her Master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114381705579784308?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114381705579784308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114381705579784308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114381705579784308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114381705579784308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/peace-quiet.html' title='Peace &amp; Quiet'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114374848935288598</id><published>2006-03-30T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:55:35.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART</title><content type='html'>table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #ffffff;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;My Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…. It’s bigger than my chest&lt;br /&gt;2. It loves deeply for my husband&lt;br /&gt;3. Softly for my children&lt;br /&gt;4. Protectively for my family&lt;br /&gt;5. Compassionately for my friends&lt;br /&gt;6. It breaks for those who are lonely&lt;br /&gt;7. Grows each time I do Adopt A Block(outreach ministry)&lt;br /&gt;8. Sings in praise to its Creator&lt;br /&gt;9. Loves as much for other peoples kids as #3 &amp; 4&lt;br /&gt;10. Lightens when in prayer&lt;br /&gt;11. Dances “wildly”in my chest when laughing&lt;br /&gt;12. “Playfully” when alone with Mr.#2&lt;br /&gt;13. Beats one beat closer to going Home, to be with her Savior.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/?page_id=222"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114374848935288598?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114374848935288598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114374848935288598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114374848935288598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114374848935288598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-heart.html' title='MY HEART'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114355548302994570</id><published>2006-03-28T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:18:03.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker~ Slacker</title><content type='html'>Today I am sleepy........ AND I overslept!  For two days I haven’t worked out!  And boy can I tell!  Tomorrow I will be up and doing CORE rather I feel like it or not!  I have been good with what I am eating.. Somewhat :-) I have found out a little secret that has tickled me.... I can eat a pack of bit-of-honey and its only 3 points!  The pack lasts me all day seeing how that stuff is so hard to chew!  I love it, takes the sweet cravings plus keeps my mouth busy!   I shouldn’t have typed about it because now I am craving it and its only the wee hours of the morning!  Well, seeing how I overslept like I said earlier.... I don’t have a lot of time!  I promise to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Both with the exercise and the blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114355548302994570?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114355548302994570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114355548302994570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114355548302994570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114355548302994570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/slacker-slacker.html' title='Slacker~ Slacker'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114306398967339195</id><published>2006-03-22T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:49:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going...</title><content type='html'>Geesh, I have been crazy this week! I haven’t been able to blog at all!&lt;br /&gt;This morning... I did my CORE and thought of you guys!.... Well to be honest, I almost fell off my ball............. my head coming dangerously close to the entertainment center’s door that I left open. When I thought of you all........ I pictured the squad showing up.. cameras crews reporting a "freak" accident involving a woman who was on a mission to get into shape..... The scene would be ...........Me lying on the floor in a heap of "bad fashion" workout clothing, my big silver ball clear across the room since it literally "shot" out from under me in amazing speed, my tangled web of hair shoved into a "I dream of Jeanie- do" on the top of my head, and figured... well if anyone who has ever read my blog before... would hear such story they would instantly think.. Hey that had to be Corina!~~ So I knew right then, I had to take the time to blog..... This morning was too close of a call! :-) Then I read some of the comments since I have been gone.. And had to laugh.... I really am ok...I have not harmed myself too bad all in the name of workout... A few bruises here and there, and a few "hey how did I get that" cuts... which is still a mystery since I workout with a rubber ball, and nothing sharp (normally) around me....&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is weigh in......... yeah....... Not gonna be pretty! I am actually fearful that I have gained weight this past weekend, since the GA thing..... :-( If skinny chick says a word, you may hear a different kind of news report! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got a Praise report!!– posting that on my other blog if interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, update..last night I went to ww.. I lost .4lbs!! and here I thought I gained about 5lbs while eating all that good homecooked meals! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114306398967339195?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114306398967339195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114306398967339195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114306398967339195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114306398967339195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-going.html' title='Still going...'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114260298824381485</id><published>2006-03-17T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:43:08.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I ever stop??????</title><content type='html'>This morning I did my 25 minute CORE workout.... new one......... Yeah, one week away from working out and it about killed me!  Today I am back on my strict healthy living... eating high fiber cereal, chicken, broccoli, and  red beans and rice for lunch later.  I am thinking that my body went into shock while in GA and is just now starting to realize that it was just a quick vacation.... because I sure have been craving pecan pie!&lt;br /&gt;Well today I can’t write long... running late! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114260298824381485?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114260298824381485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114260298824381485&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114260298824381485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114260298824381485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-did-i-ever-stop.html' title='Why did I ever stop??????'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114260291912552706</id><published>2006-03-17T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:41:59.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!</title><content type='html'>Im back!! Woooooooo buddy– did I ever so blow the ww diet this past weekend! I went to Sim’s momma’s house and boy can she cook! I didn’t exercise a lick- well except once– a two mile walk with a hill that was the size of Mt. Rushmore! At first Sim and I thought.. "Oh, big hill." and was sure we being the "super exercise Kings and Queens of Ohio" could handle this little Georgia hill........ RIGHT! About 20 steps into it .... it became a competition.... With sweaty (not allowed to say it) chic on the left and Chubby Bubby on the right....CB slowed down his power walk(with his long legs it’s a jog for me to keep up!) Only because he slowed first, I allowed my screaming calves to slow down too. The talking came to a halt as both competitors gasped (discreetly) for breath. Sure that the other did not hear the wheezing. Looking over, *C noticed that CB was a litttttle red, but trying to keep a "Hey this is nothing" expression on his face, glancing over to *C. *C not to be beat in anything, even with expression, grinned. Tasted sweat... and almost gagged, but grinned. CB grinned back, not to be out done. With eyes squinted *C looked back to the target goal.. The top of the offending mountain that loomed miles up (ok maybe 10 or 12 feet).. With legs pumping,(well it felt like it.. But was probably more of a drag by then) breathing attempting to be controlled, both racers topped the mountain in victory. The plateau was wonderful.. Flat and shaded..... the sweet victory of not passing out in front of the other competitor brought a puffed up proud moment.........The rest of the walk was pretty much flat thankfully, because *C thighs and calves felt like someone was ripping them out... I was excited about the walk back... seeing how going down would be easier... Right?— Wrong... unfortunately, that steep hill walking down it meant that it just hit different muscle, along with "Gracie" here trying not to roll down it! You would be proud to know I only tripped once while gone, Oh wait, I tripped when boarding the plane too... so twice.. Still its better than my normal record.&lt;br /&gt;I missed weigh in.... wonder if they missed me..... noticed I wasn’t there..... :-( I am sure they noticed Sim wasn’t.. Anyway.. My scale said 157 this morning! Yikes gained 4 pounds! I will have to behave for the next week for next weigh in! So much for my life of pecan pies, and ice cream! :-( Was wonderful while it lasted!&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have to check out my other blog— talked about a "Faith moment!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114260291912552706?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114260291912552706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114260291912552706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114260291912552706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114260291912552706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/back.html' title='Back!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114191394903328214</id><published>2006-03-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:19:09.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why did this remind me of Sim?</title><content type='html'>I got this email........ hmmm and NO It wasn't my hubby who said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front&lt;br /&gt; of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I asked. "They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stopped. Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?" Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?" He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again. Stupid, stupid man.&lt;br /&gt; Unknown Female Author.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you not see the similarities? hehe&lt;br /&gt;Well last night we ate beef stew (crockpot- gotta love it!)was only 5 points for 1 &amp;1/2 cups.. had ww bread and a 2 point snack.  I did tons of exercise by running Up &amp; down the steps a million times doing laundry, packing and refraining from choking my complaining hubby.  The Lord answered my prayers, sat him down in the living room and he stayed quiet. ~~ See the quick fervent prayer of a righteous (frantic)woman prevails much!  Even if it comes in the request like this " Lord, you reeeeally need to make him stop.  Duck tape his mouth, send him in another room, and keep him there!  If you don't move quick, I might need to request a pre-healing for him."  So our God, being the faithful protector He is, protected him... I saw a miracle!!  In the form of "his chair", remote, and sports channel!  Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... I will not be on til next Wednesday :-(  Please be praying for us.. we are flying to Atlanta GA and will fly back Tuesday night.  Sim's brother opened another women home down there, and we are going to look it over, and kick back a while.~~ Funny how I am gonna miss you gals! :-)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;OH... don't worry about me losing weight too fast.. after initial loss (water mostly) I have lost 1 or 2 lbs a week which is completely safe. I am told by losing just that much a week helps keep you from gaining it back.  So actually I am doing this slow..:-) thanks for your concern though~~ You gals are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114191394903328214?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114191394903328214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114191394903328214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114191394903328214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114191394903328214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-oh-why-did-this-remind-me-of-sim.html' title='Why oh why did this remind me of Sim?'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114183497173608370</id><published>2006-03-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:22:51.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up a Princess~until mirror told otherwise!</title><content type='html'>Good news first.......... :-)   I have lost total 23.5 lbs and 27.5(YEAH!)inches since starting this in January!! &lt;br /&gt;Last night... My running late day continued.. I was late for ww meeting.. My "oh so NOT patient" hubby was there waiting for me... I went in and the women that were grinning at him turned and gave me the "oh, she is here" look.  I just grinned and resisted sticking out my tongue at them when he hugged on me.  My face turned about 5 shades of red when he said "Isn't she just sexy?" to no one in particular.  They of course giggled.  Geesh!  &lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and did the mile.. I didn't want to.. I wanted to sleep in but I grumply got up.   I stood there, shoulders drooped and eyes barely open when my wonderful hubby said, "you sure are beautiful"  I thought, "man I must not have moved while sleeping".  I grinned as he walked into the bathroom shutting the door.  I went to my little spare room to change into my workout clothes and glanced in the mirror.. Well my initial thought of "I must not have bed head" was WAY off.  What greeted me was something straight out of Lion King.  My hair stood up in impossible angles and resembled a 80's hairdo when they (ok, I) use to tease and spray it the minimum of 4 inches high.  And he thought I was beautiful?  He didn't say it sarcastically.... But sincerely enough that I stood up straight in my tweety bird pjs, grinned with my morning mouth, and felt like a queen.  &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that I won't schedule that eye doctor appointment..... A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.. Regardless if his current glasses are "just not getting it anymore".. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114183497173608370?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114183497173608370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114183497173608370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114183497173608370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114183497173608370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/woke-up-princessuntil-mirror-told.html' title='Woke up a Princess~until mirror told otherwise!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114174035440265623</id><published>2006-03-07T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:36:55.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God saves me again</title><content type='html'>This morning was wonderful!!  Sim awoke me with "Do you want to get up to workout?" and my big fat answer was NOPE I am sleeping in!  So he woke me up before he left... I jumped in the shower, happy as can be.. 3 nights of sleeping on a floor with a colicy baby does that for ya.  I went back into my room, looked at the clock and was blessed again!  I forgot that Sim had to leave early, so it was almost a hour before I normally start to get ready!  Now, normally I would done had a fit, but I am trying to look at things through "gifts from God" eyes.. so I dove back into bed, wet head and all and reset my alarm!  40 minutes later I grinned (Yeah mom~~ I actually grinned before noon!)and finished getting ready.   I left a little late.. just few minutes due to the major ice on my windshield.. Dropped Amelia off at work.. was late leaving there due to having to help her unload.   By the time I pulled away.. I was 10 minutes behind.  Now, see I have everything timed out.. if I hit the edge of Springfield by a certain time, then I will JUST make it to work in time.  The problem was.. It WAS that time.. and I was downtown!.. Hit every red light.. school zone... followed behind a pooky work truck... So instead of freaking out.. I prayed.  "OK, God, you are gonna have to stop time again for me!"  I remember somewhere in the bible where He stopped the sun for a long period of time.  But I also remember where He said that He wouldn't do it again. Well this morning I prayed that He wouldn't stop it.. but slow it down for me.  He did.  With time to spare!  God sure does love me.&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to all remember that.  &lt;br /&gt;~~~ Tonight is weigh in........... yikes!  I have ate out 3 times this week!  I ate salad bar stuff twice, and Chinese (semi good)....... I got on my scale this morning and weighed 153 but I am sure their scale will say something different:-(  &lt;br /&gt;You know.... I must have a strange way of thinking... because I just heard in my head again the song... "Love lifted me"... :-) and every time in Church whenever I hear that I always have to giggle, thinking "woo for some of us that's a strong love"  It is probably a good thing people have no idea what is going on in my head! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114174035440265623?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114174035440265623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114174035440265623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114174035440265623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114174035440265623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-saves-me-again.html' title='God saves me again'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114166390720329084</id><published>2006-03-06T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:05:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!~barely</title><content type='html'>OK- First let me tell you..... I did not workout this morning..... well unless you count, running in and out of my house loading EVERY baby gadget you can imagine in the van.  You know, they did not have all these neat little "compact" things when my babies were.. well babies.  I had stroller that folded down into some accordion looking thing.. a play pin that looked like a bag for a tent, a rollie luggage "tinkerbell"~ which I fought the temptation to keep for my own.. a bag of toys(matching tinkerbell.... doesn’t she know that is my weakness!)... a floor matt with some mobile thing for the baby that zipped up into one flat carry thing.. a diaperbag that even had a cell phone holder!.. a billion and half bottles, diapers, wipes, xtra binkies, and all the stuffed animals... OMYGOSH-- I think I sweat less doing my aerobic exercise tapes!!  By the time I dressed me, them and loaded the van, I was ready for a nap! ~~~~ So with the above said... I have a renewed found respect for all you mothers who are juggling, children, spouses, housework, SLEEP, sanity, and your faith!!  Funny... I remember once reading from one of your comments something about "thinking, wonder how many points Corina would say this is.." Well, this weekend I thought "Omygosh, how does Holymama do this and stay so funny, uplifting, full of faith and have a thought of her own?" Soooooo... this morning, I goofed around and made this....Why?? Because she deserves it! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-016S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-016S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was making it up, I thought.. hey I should really do this every month.. This month it is Holymama Appreciation Month.. &amp; in April see who God leads me to give out a big thank you for being a Godly example of a woman!   There are so many of you I read everyday... I laugh &amp; pray for.  Check out the Amazing Christian Woman Link on the side.. everyonce and a while!&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the moochy stuff.. I gotta tell you some funny things that happen this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;P~the 4 yr old.. man she is a HOOT!  After church Sunday, we went out to eat.. she looked at our pastor.. who just came in from the wind.. and said "Look at the head on that!"  He is a man of great humor.. and said "well, look at THAT head!" pointing back at her.  P~ of course got that "favorite phrase" (much to her momma's horror)from none other than.......... her uncle Sim.  &lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't the girls that wore me out this weekend it was trying to breakup Sim and P~ all weekend!  Those two can not be left alone for a minute without getting in trouble!!  Squeals of laughter filled my house all weekend as the two got into as much mischief as possible!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my home will again be quiet.. I won't have that sweet little blue eyed baby to hold and love on- Colicy or not.. Nor will I have a 4yr old red head singing as loud as she can "Lifesong" from Casting Crowns... I look at them and am thankful.. thankful my children are grown up, yet I am sad... I sure did love it when they were that little......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114166390720329084?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114166390720329084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114166390720329084&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114166390720329084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114166390720329084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-survivedbarely.html' title='I survived!~barely'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114140156575201351</id><published>2006-03-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:59:25.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like I have fleas!</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor... She looked at it, &amp; checked me over for any "hidden" spots, like I wouldn't notice them!  I sat, miserable and itching.  The words I didn't want to hear... "I don't know what it is."   I was not shocked, disappointed that she didn't give me some long foreign name that I couldn't pronounce and a prescription with a guarantee that within 1 day it would no longer itch and go away for good.  Instead, she said "well it couldn't be .......... And hmmmm... Never seen anything like this..... hmmmmm........Well whatever it is it is rare "  I sat with shoulders slumped and itched. &lt;br /&gt;Remember me saying before... "If something strange is happening... Usually you will find me and my family right in the middle of it?"  So it strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;They gave me some medicine (ointment) to put on it 2 times a day and wait a week. If it is not better she said to call and I would go see someone else.   I put it on.. Fearfully this morning, waiting for the fire ants to return.. Thankfully they didn't.  2 hours later I am still itching.  I try not to, but nearly go insane until I do.   Last night Sim said I am worse than a dog.  Giving him the "warning look" that he ignores I scratched some more.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up then decided to sleep in.. I am getting my nieces this weekend so figure I will need the sleep!  I feel tons better.. My stupid nagging headache I have had for a week is mostly gone.  So I didn't workout this morning!!  First time in 8 weeks that I didn't workout during the weekdays!  I guess I am just fearful that I will go back into the habit of sleeping in, that freaks me a little.&lt;br /&gt;I know-- I am weird. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114140156575201351?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114140156575201351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114140156575201351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114140156575201351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114140156575201351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-look-like-i-have-fleas.html' title='I look like I have fleas!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114132305075207835</id><published>2006-03-02T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:10:50.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #ffffff;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Corina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is my first time doing this...Soo I hope I am doing it right~ why am I nervous?!&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a mom to 2 boys whom I birthed, 3 step children~ 2 boys I didn't and 1 girl I didn't get the pleasure of raising as a little girl. :-(  &lt;br /&gt;3. I also have a handful of teens &amp; older kids who call me mom and confuses everyone whenever we go anywhere. Strangers usually have that "dang you look too young to have a 23 yr old daughter"... Ah yeah-- that would have made me like  ......... 10!! ~ My teens get a kick out of it though.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a mission to Grow in Christ. to really dig into His Will for my life and be submissive to whatever He directs.&lt;br /&gt;5. I adore my husband, wanna smack him sometimes, but truly know that he is my other half.~~ And no my hubby doesn't read these blogs.  He thinks its all girlie stuff we talk about. :-)&lt;br /&gt;6. I get waaaay nervous when speaking in public.  First time I preached (this time last year)I about had a anxiety/ashma attack.... I had to hide up in the balcony on my knees and cried out to the Lord to breath for me.  I had horrible visions of passing out.   He answered.  I have no clue what was said, but God took over and 54 out of 76 women gave their lives to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a thing for weird pens... I right now have a pink pen with fuzzy hair all over it and a bobble head girl ontop.(my hubby said it reminded him of me??). I also have a little bag in my bible bag that has a million (or so) different pens, highlighters, and mini markers.  I get excited when I see a new freaky looking one and buy them for all my girls in youth group too..I am probably known as the pen lady... :-(  &lt;br /&gt;8.  I also have a thing for tinkerbell....... My hubby just shrugs when I come home with tinkerbell bags that I use for a bible bag, pens, socks,pj's.. you name it.&lt;br /&gt;9.  It bothers me hearing "are you ready for Christ's return?" and everyone saying "YES".... I am ready for me personally... but I know waaaaaaay too many people who won't go with me that we need to reach. So No, I am not ready for Christ to come back..  Sorry but I pray for more time to minister to those who are lost. &lt;br /&gt;10. I have addiction to books on tape.  I love the Yada-Yada series, the Sisterchicks, basically ANY Christian book on CD... I can't wait to drive home.. and listen to these.  Right now I am in a basically boring book on tape, but can't help myself, I still listen to it... Looking for BOTA meetings..... &lt;br /&gt;11. I sometimes get Prince songs stuck in my head... scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;12. I have one blogger friend who has been known to "tell me how it is." Guess who?:-)&lt;br /&gt;13. Hmmmmm...I have two blogs.. One that is goofy-- Your reading it (Oh, by the way this is my second post today.... I forgot I wanted to do thirteen thing...)and one that is a little more serious.. The link on the side is Women of Living Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, IÂll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/?page_id=222"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  ItÂs easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114132305075207835?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114132305075207835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114132305075207835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114132305075207835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114132305075207835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday...'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114131099598326584</id><published>2006-03-02T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:49:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooties??</title><content type='html'>Last night I noticed that the "little rash" I have on both sides of my thighs have went CRAZY!  At first I thought it was a reaction to something, or a bug bite.. But today the itching is about to drive me insane!  I have racked my brain.. I haven't' changed laundry detergent, ate anything different, been around poison ivy, or anything that would cause this puffy, bright red welt looking rash!  Its from Mid thigh now down past my knees.  Today I have a doc appointment at 3.  I explained to the nurse that I am in fear I will turn into one big poofy red blob.  She already thinks I'm nuts anyway, so she didn't even blink I am sure.  She too has a warp since of humor so only stated at least its heading south.  So very true! Yikes never thought of that!   I had the &lt;em&gt;Bright&lt;/em&gt; idea of putting benedryl cream on it, thinking... Ahh relieve the itching!  WRONG!  OMGOSH-- For about 2 seconds (ok maybe longer but felt like only 2 seconds!) I was doing the "Ahhhhh" Just long enough to pull my pants on , what went wrong?  I have NO idea!! But within minutes it felt like a MILLION fire ants crawled up my legs and made a nest on my inner thighs!!  I was hopping around ripping my pants off~ (Thankfully I was still in my bedroom,)  and trying to blow on my legs making little "woo-woo" noises.  Good thing Sim didn't walk in to see that sight!  I would have never lived it down!  I would have done anything for a big fan at that point!  Finally the painful sting faded, or my mind just shut down from the edorphines dropping like mad.. Who knows.. Who cares.. All I know I am NEVER putting that stuff on again!&lt;br /&gt;ANYEWAY....All this was after the workout... This morning I got up did the 2 mile.. Why it about killed me I have no idea.. I actually closed my eyes (why am I so tired all the sudden?) and felt that drop thing before falling asleep... While working out!  I had to do a mental shake and was afraid mid kickback that I would crumble to the floor and start snoring! Dunno.  All I know... Is after that little "fire ant" thing.. I am wide awake now. I think I got more of a workout jumping around, fanning my legs and doing the "im on fire dance."&lt;br /&gt; Today my mission is to not itch in public.  Just doesn't look good you know. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-014S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-014S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114131099598326584?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114131099598326584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114131099598326584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114131099598326584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114131099598326584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/cooties.html' title='Cooties??'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114122366810222835</id><published>2006-03-01T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:34:28.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*WARNING*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-001S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-001S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you asked for it!  YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did my CORE workout... As you can see... No mishap's either!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to ww weigh in and lost 1.6 lbs.. geesh.. Probably because I was being bad all weekend!  I didn't really eat any sweets but I sure didn't keep track of my points.&lt;br /&gt;Again, Sim was the superstar as they giggled, grinned and said "Oh, stop it!" to his antics.   I did have to grin at the whole scene.  Can't take him anywhere!  &lt;br /&gt;OH, hehe~~~~ In the parking lot a woman came up to him as he waited by the truck for me to show up... She asked "Are you here for ww?" Once we were inside he told the weigh-in skinny girl , "that's pretty bad when people can look at you and think you need ww!"  I probably would have been horrified to have someone say that to me!  Glad I was running late! hehe &lt;br /&gt;OH, I had to show a pic of me after shower too..  Just so you don't think I am scary all day long!! :-)  Bad picture~pre fixing hair.. But Sim was gone so had to take it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/1600/MVC-002S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6697/2002/320/MVC-002S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114122366810222835?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114122366810222835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114122366810222835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114122366810222835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114122366810222835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/03/warning.html' title='*WARNING*'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114113981289971454</id><published>2006-02-28T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:16:56.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corina's workout studio</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up late AGAIN!  What is up with me?  Sim said that when he tried to wake me before he hit the shower,I said "I am tired" and that's it.  I woke up 20 minutes later to him saying, "So I guess your not gonna work out"  I jumped out of bed like someone let off a fire cracker and stumbled around frantically asking "what time is it."   I think I thought I overslept like I was late for work or something...  His "calm down" really woke me up and got my brain out of the "Oh, crap I am gonna get wrote up for being late" mode and into the woooooooooo "thank you, Jesus" mode.  I did only one mile again this morning, and half way thru had to kiss my hubby off to work (OH, I made a point to turn the dining room light on so spy from yesterday couldn't give me another heart attack)  I figure my heart was already freaked out enough on my wakeup this morning.  I caught myself looking over my shoulder every so often so that I wouldn't be caught in one of those squat arm flapping thing that she has us do with the ab belt.  Man for such a goofy looking little contraption, that thing really gets my arms quaking.  My ears were keen this morning and I stopped mid flap just when I heard the squeak from our hardwood floor in the bedroom.  Pushing my flyaway hair off my face I grinned at him when he looked up from the stack of papers in his hands.  One eyebrow went up as he grinned at me.  I am sure that it is because he is so smitten with me.  You know... I have considered posting a picture of my morning look on here.... But figure that I would be bombarded with contracts from major workout video producers once they saw my style.  Hmmmm, could start a new line of sexy workout clothes... hubbys old teeshirts, shrunken workout pants that are ever ready for a flood and bright pink and silver tennies that match..... Nothing.  And you wonder why I don't go to a gym....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114113981289971454?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114113981289971454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114113981289971454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114113981289971454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114113981289971454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/corinas-workout-studio.html' title='Corina&apos;s workout studio'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114105710564128250</id><published>2006-02-27T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:18:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spy...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was great!  Friday we went to a dinner where some NFL football player spoke on "what it really means to be a man" :-)~~ my hubby of course knew who this guy was... I had no clue.  I ended up making a blunder when describing this man by saying he played then coached for a certain team... Well the team I said was not football but baseball.... Same difference right?  I guess not.  Anyway.. he was good and really impacted the men and women in the room, regardless what team he did or didn't play on!    We had a awesome Saturday morning "pump up" before going out to do Adopt A Block... Really got the chance to be Christs hands and feet this weekend! Too Cool.   Sunday we had a evangelist who "told it how it is".. :-) none of that "oops don't step on so and so's toes".. Great thing about pastors that don't know anyone and can leave afterwards!  He really got me taking notes, thinking about some of my less than favorable actions and thoughts!  &lt;br /&gt;I ate good all weekend.. Feel healthy and energize!   This morning I woke up later than normal.. I am sure he forgot to wake me before getting in the shower... Now that I think about it, he never answered me when I asked him.... hmmmm.  I was doing my shorter version of walk away the pounds, knowing I really didn't have the time.  Half thru I felt eyes...........  Now normally I am in the basement.... But this morning I was upstairs in the living room.  OK, now you all know what I look like.. I have described it before... Well today I didn't look any better.. Actually probably worse seeing how I didn't take off my makeup before going to bed.  I am pumping away.. "Come on girls, 4 more" when I felt eyes...... I looked around which me being the oooooh so coordinated person I am, caused me to stumble.  Now, the only light was from the TV, so the rest is in shadows and dark.. But I see this huge, towering shadow of a man in all black a few feet back in the dark pitch black hallway.  Me being the oh so brave person I am about had heart failure.....With my adrenaline pumping, my mind still sleeping, and my legs still going automatically to the "come on a little faster", I let out some out of breath screech.  He didn't move.  By the time my mind,eyes and heart adjusted to the dark and knowledge my spy was my husband I could have hurt him!  With my ab belt still around my waist, the arm bands now dangling behind me,  I walk as collective as I can past him, like I hadn't just made the BIGGEST fool out of myself, saying "Oh, what are you doing?  You ready to leave already?"  In his oh so charm, he said "Ahh, I was watching you."  I choose to ignore his look of confusion as he tried to figure out WHAT exactly he had just witnessed.  Mr jokester was speechless.  &lt;br /&gt;You know, I have been really happy to have his encouragement.  Him noticing.  His lack of comment on the morning scariness, and instead his teasing little appreciation comments post shower.    But after this morning, I think my big spy will flip on warning lights so he doesn't have to see that sight again if he hears LS on the upstairs TV!  Poor tough guy.   He sure is cute when he has that stunned half fearful look on his face.  &lt;br /&gt;Guess I should feel bad for scaring him on his Birthday............... NAH :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114105710564128250?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114105710564128250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114105710564128250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114105710564128250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114105710564128250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/spy.html' title='The spy...'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114079046140408982</id><published>2006-02-24T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:22:27.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironing  out a workout</title><content type='html'>This morning Sim woke me up earlier so I could iron our clothes for tonight's banquet.  Now before I get everyone thinking he just woke me up to do this.... Let me explain.   I ASKED him last night to wake me up so that I didn't have to stay up late last night to do it.... Sounded good last night!  Trust me, the man has a healthy fear of waking me and wouldn't attempt a wakeup without knowing I wanted up.  I have been known to sling covers, look at the alarm clock and freak out if I have been stirred from my slumber even 5 minutes before I planned to get up. I think God even had this in His mind when I had my babies.... They both slept thru the night as soon as they came from the hospital!  I am serious.. They went to bed around 11 and would not wake til around 7!  Anyway.. I have even hung up on people if they call before my alarm goes off.   I KNOW  that is soooooooooooo not Christian like... And maybe that is why God has been getting my grumpy butt out of bed 45 minutes early to workout since January. :-(    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway-- I sometimes, I think, I think weird. I stood there ironing the clothes wondering.... Can I do my walk away the pounds while doing this?  But figured it would hurt hitting my knee on the table, and I would look like a complete fool should Sim walk in.  Not that he doesn't already have his suspicions about that.  I Conti plated  just taking them to the dry cleaners while I was at work but figured, why pay money when I am already up?  So 2 shirts later, 1 pair of slacks I stood staring at the clock wondering if I wanted to workout for the 30 minutes I had before I had to be in the shower... Or if I wanted to curl back up in bed... &lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, I then stood before the bed... It looked heavenly..  It HAD to be God who led me to my workout clothes, my tennies and that ridiculous looking ab belt.  In the living room, not really caring if my oldest son in the room below me got rudely awaken to my "come on girls lets power walk" right above his head. (Part of that grumpy "if I have to be awake, everyone should be awake")  So for the next 30 minutes I pumped my legs, did kick backs, squats (which I am now recovered from),stretches with the ab belt, and wondered when exactly God had done what I had prayed for Him to do.   I remember praying "God my will is yours, change, fix, do whatever YOU want in my life, every part of it."   From a tape I heard, which made sense when I thought about it... "Lord I give you permission, complete surrender of my will to do whatever you have planned.   To never take back the control of my will.. I turn the helm over to you... To steer, to lead, to use however YOU see fit."   I thought for a moment "permission?" geesh that sounds awful full of ourselves... But something they said made it make sense.....God says in His word that he will not go against the will of man... He can't.  Because His word is the same yesterday and today... So if He said it, that's the way it is...Its law. BUT by giving permission..... By saying, I never want to take it back... He has complete and free access!  I think of a car.   If someone takes it and uses it, without permission, that's against the law........ But if I give that permission to have it, do what they want with it..... Its theirs!  They have complete access to it!  To do what they want with it.. To drive it anywhere- fast or slow, to keep it clean or let it go dirty, to keep it up with gas, oil and all the other necessary stuff... But think about it... What is GOD gonna do with it?  He will keep it tuned up, full of gas to be ready to go a long distance if necessary, oil changed~ to keep it running smoothly and healthy, clean because its HIS~ He wants it to be spotless, He will be careful with it... Use it for what it is meant for... To take people from where they were to where they need to be.   &lt;br /&gt;By praying that prayer a time ago.... I realized this morning that I might need to do some stuff I wouldn't exactly pick first on my list of favorite things to do... But that's ok... There must be a reason he has my "soon to be fit butt" (hehe- Holymama)up and moving before my mind even knows what's going on.  I am excited to see what He has planned... Why the bootcamp now?  I wonder?  To get me healthy?  To get endurance?  To get discipline?  To get obedience?  I think is all the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114079046140408982?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114079046140408982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114079046140408982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114079046140408982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114079046140408982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/ironing-out-workout.html' title='Ironing  out a workout'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114070391333795054</id><published>2006-02-23T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:11:53.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say ......... BAD??</title><content type='html'>OK- OK I did it.......... Yesterday I sat all innocent like in my office..... Checking my email..... Minding my OWN business, when I saw it....My head snapped up, my eyes followed the suspicious looking basket.  Unable to help myself, I followed along with my "fellow partner in eating crime" behind my my boss carrying a covered basket, handful of forks, and little plates..  With out a word spoken Carol and I grinned at eachother as we trailed behind him like two begging puppies.  Now see... The scoop is, My bosses wife is about the best baker I have ever known.  She too is on some weight loss thing, why I have NO IDEA.. From what I've seen she is about the size of "skinny chick" from ww meetings.  I am not sure why she would bake a double layer chocolate on chocolate cake.... But I sure wasn't complaining once I took a bite into it!  In my mind, I calculated the points... I get 35 freebies a week... To be used all at once or throughout the week.  Normally I don't use them..... Well yesterday in the one tiny slice of cake I probably used half.......   OK- OK  another confession... Let me say first "Carol made me do it", after lunch she looked at me and grinned, pulling out her hidden plate of another "tiny" sliver of cake.  I did it.  I went back and got another "little sliver".... Again I was instantly in chocolate heaven.   I really hope the Lord has chocolate cake up there!  Anyway.. I ate good for supper, just little bit of chicken and lots of veggies.&lt;br /&gt;On to today.....&lt;br /&gt;this morning, I wanted to hit the snooze button and tried.  Something was wrong with the alarm clock, and I figured it was a gentle "no, get up" from the Lord... So grumply I got up, knowing if I didn't the alarm clock wouldn't work and I would then oversleep.   I got up, did the "walk away the pounds" dvd, to mix things up a bit.  Got ready(had to wear dress clothes instead of uniform) so it ended up taking longer... I left just in time.  SO........... If I would have hit that snooze I would have been late!  Praise God... He takes care of this grumpy, sleepy, scary looking NON- morning chubby chick!  Pretty bad when even God thinks "No, flabby girl you get up and go work out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114070391333795054?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114070391333795054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114070391333795054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114070391333795054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114070391333795054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-you-say-bad.html' title='Can you say ......... BAD??'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114053903531614794</id><published>2006-02-21T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:23:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride comes before the fall...........</title><content type='html'>You know...... I have heard a million times in sermons, tapes, books and teachings about pride... How dangerous it is.  I always thought, "hmm, I am the &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; prideful person."  I don't think I am any better than anyone else, I know that I am just like that Samaritan woman who has a horrid past (maybe not the 5 husbands part- but still a past) who came to the well... Found living water, and now has only a thirst for more of Christ. SO-- this whole pride thing was "for someone else" right? WELL let me tell you what happen Saturday!   We had our Adopt A Block Sweetheart Banquet... Every year we bring all the people we meet from the street.. The couples, bring them together, feed them a wonderful candlelit dinner, play the "NOT so newlywed Game" (which usually gets the men in trouble), have skits, and Minister the Word.   This year on Love.  Real love.   Anyway.... That was all great, highly anointed and just amazing... The problem........... &lt;br /&gt;OK, somehow, some delusional person thought... We will put Corina up on the stage and do the skits... ONE was ok-- it went as planned.. Was fun and funny........ The other one...... OMGOSH! Let me paint a picture... "Called the Robot"- First let me sing/type the song we had to sing.."If I were not upon a stage some place I would rather be.." First person stepped out and said "A cop I would be" then pushed his hand out "Stop" then swung it over to the left "Get back on the sidewalk".. The song went again, next person would come out "A gym teacher I would be" did the "one two, one, two" squatting then standing up.. On the second beat the cop would come back and do his, timed where when she bent, he had his arm swung over her head.. So on and so on... There were 5 of us.......... And guess who was at the end..... YEAH .. Me~ Gracie.  Here we all are, going up and down, arms flying over each others heads, timed perfectly... Well until my uncoordinated butt and out of shape legs (NOTICE** here is where the pride comes in)give out.  I can't get up, then can't get down, which makes the "Carpenter" next to me get off beat, which in turn gets the painter off, then gym teacher, but the cop is going strong, which bonks the other... Another words........... We looked like a jumble of monkeys on speed trying to catch up, slow down, laughing which made it even worse.  Did I mention I had to do 20 of those squats each time we did the skit? &amp; we had to practice a billion times!  They are lucky I didn't pass out! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING TO ASK ME TO DO THIS??????  We have already determined that I can't even clap in rhythm!**And MY part is suppose to keep the rhythm for the whole line!! OK NOT the wisest choice obviously!** Next year I will be lucky to get invited to watch the skit.&lt;br /&gt;OK-- back to the pride... Here I was "Mrs, I am the terminator workout queen of all Springfield" and was oooooooh so feeling good about my progress..... Well...... Sunday I had to hold onto the top of my sons head (perfect level) to get down the steps without my screaming thighs giving out.. or just rolling down (which I seriously contiplated doing after a few painful moments) And today, I am still falling onto chairs so I don't have to squat to get into them.. Yeah, low toilets are now my enemy.  So pride before the fall?  Today I am living proof.. Maybe not what HE meant entirely... But LORD, I get the point... Lesson learned.  Please heal this dumb sheep, save her from herself....... Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114053903531614794?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114053903531614794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114053903531614794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114053903531614794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114053903531614794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/pride-comes-before-fall.html' title='Pride comes before the fall...........'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114020682699426181</id><published>2006-02-17T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:19:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe its Friday!</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness!  This week has went fast... Yet, seems like its been forever stupid!  Today is day 3 of "If something stupid can happen, it does around me" day.&lt;br /&gt;It started &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; this morning, when I about fell off the core ball.. Then forgot to pack our lunch.. I could list all the other things that has went wrong since waking up 20 minutes to early this morning... But I figure I wouldn't want to bore you or get me upset again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...This weekend I plan on kickboxing some of this frustration and weight off.. Pop in one of those tapes that makes me feel like collapsing!  I get Monday off.. So I am Happy Girl about that!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114020682699426181?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114020682699426181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114020682699426181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114020682699426181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114020682699426181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-believe-its-friday.html' title='Can&apos;t believe its Friday!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114011409257173515</id><published>2006-02-16T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:21:47.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo-hooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/179/135/159/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114011409257173515?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114011409257173515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114011409257173515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114011409257173515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114011409257173515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/woo-hooo.html' title='woo-hooo!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114010930851945091</id><published>2006-02-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:29:40.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I was SUPER sleepy.. still got up.. did my CORE - was really wishing that he would have done more exercises from the floor :-)~~ Could have slept better thru them!   Anyway.. I forgot to wash my work pants ... so I reached in the back of my closet and grabbed a OLD pair of work pants, thinking "Oh great-- I will have to work standing up all day so I don't blow them out, IF I can even wiggle in them the first place."  Last time I tried them on, around Summer.. well lets just say how my thighs got that big I'll never know.... could have been my frequent flier card to McDonalds.. ANYWAYS....  GET THIS.................... They fit! OMGOSH, my "Lord, please don't let me drop anything," pants FIT!!~~~ And~~~ I can sit! Oh, wait.... best part.. remember my little loose flap in the front of my pants I blogged about a couple weeks ago??  OH, YEAH... I am looking at it again! There is enough extra pants on my lap to grab.. which I just did.  Much to the eyebrow raising to those walking past.  I can't help it... It’s a unexpected victory!!  I have no one to show.. well without raising concerns for my mental health.. again. :-)~~ just joking by the way.. don't start wondering if I am emailing from a nice padded room somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY!!  ~~Last night a girl that use to be in our youth group came back... been gone since before Christmas.... she stopped me in the hall and said "You look great, you have lost so much weight!"  I could have squealed and did a little booty shaking happy dance!!  I refrained.... kinda.  But in my spirit, I was pumping my arms, turning around in circles singing "Do a little dance, get down tonight"  Why that song plays thru my head when I feel like doing the happy dance, I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I am now more determined than ever...&lt;br /&gt;OH, my daughter is getting a "chubby pic" of me from her wedding  in December, so I can show you.. I thought I looked cute in that dress.... well cameras don't lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114010930851945091?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114010930851945091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114010930851945091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114010930851945091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114010930851945091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/victory.html' title='Victory!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-114001931704072486</id><published>2006-02-15T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:36:56.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine weigh in~Sim, snows them over again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did my weekly weigh in... I am on week 6 of ww BUT (big butt-- hehe)Week 7 of my "Chubby Gal getting Fit"-- I was tickled that I lost another 3lbs!! woooooohoo&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Begin/ Week 2/ Week 3/ Week 4/Week 5/Week 6&lt;strong&gt;/Week 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight: 179 ~ 172 ~ 168.5 ~ 169.5 ~165 ~162 ~&lt;strong&gt; 159&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bust: 41 ~ 40 1/2 ~ 40 ~40 ~39 ~37.5 ~ &lt;strong&gt;37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waist: 36 ~ 34 ~ 33 1/2 ~34~34 ~32~ &lt;strong&gt;31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gut: 43 ~ 42 ~ 40 ~40~38.5 ~38.5~&lt;strong&gt;38.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 45 ~ 44 ~ 44 ~43~42 ~42~&lt;strong&gt;41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt leg: 27 ~ 26 ~ 25 1/2 ~25.5~25.5 ~25~&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt leg: 26 ~ 26 ~ 25 1/ 2 ~25.5~25 ~25 ~&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt arm: 12 ~ 12 ~ 12 ~11~10.5 ~10.5~ &lt;strong&gt;10.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt arm: 11 ~ 11 ~ 11 ~11~11 ~10.5~&lt;strong&gt;10.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have lost 20lbs and  24.5 inches!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last night we didn't stay for the meeting... Just weighed in.. Sim lost 5 lbs!!  He has lost 21.5 just from ww!  During weigh in (which I was there to be his body guard), his "ladies" were up to their normal stuff.. Giggling, doing the "oh, that is awesome" with his weight loss.. And nodded at me and mine... :-(  Anyway.. I cringed when he announced that we would not be staying.. He patted his not so big belly and said.. "We're gonna go eat a steak, potato and stuff our selves."  I could feel the condemning stares beating into my back.  The "skinny chick weigh in gal" stopped writing mid word... And said "If you put your 5 pounds back on don't be surprised!"  I chuckled which got me a "Oh, you think that's funny huh chubby girl" look from skinny chick.  I felt like I remember feeling when my grandma caught me about ready to do something not allowed.  I just grinned, like I did then.  I didn't stick out my tongue when she turned around... So I guess I have grown up some since I was 10. &lt;br /&gt;OH, and the BEST- or worst part was that funny boy couldn't stop there... He did the ultimate NO-NO!!  As I said good bye to the "nicer skinny chick", someone stated that he looked like he was losing a lot a weight.. He said (cringe)"Not bad for a fat guy."--- HE USED THE FAT WORD!!  If you never noticed.. I never use the 3 letter word!!  It has that effect on women that brings out claws!!  I wanted to hide under the ww snack bar tables, but feared the weight of those rocks they call snacks if it should collapse.  I gasped and looked at all the women who NOT 3 week's ago spoke with fire about the F@T word! And waited for the freak out..... instead they giggled and reassured him that he wouldn’t be able to say that for long.... I stood and stared at these ladies with my mouth hanging open.   If that would have be ME saying the 3 letter word I would have been beat up in the parking lot!  But since it was Sim... I guess that was ok.   Funny no one asked me why I wasn’t staying for the meeting... now that I think about it, no one noticed I was there..... Feeling like Jan Brady here.... “Everything’s Marsha, Marsha, Marsha”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-114001931704072486?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/114001931704072486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=114001931704072486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114001931704072486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/114001931704072486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-weigh-insim-snows-them-over.html' title='Valentine weigh in~Sim, snows them over again'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113992765172639683</id><published>2006-02-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:34:11.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave in to temptation :-(</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I must confess!!  I stopped at the gas station last night... To get a diet rtbeer...And bought a little bag of M &amp; M's!!  I ran to the van, ripped open the bag.. And had my eyes rolling in my head within seconds!!  What's bad is... I thought... Its 5 points...And worth everyone!!  I only get 22 a day.. Already I had ate 10 of them before leaving work.......... So last night I had a 5 point fajata.. Was great... And even better with my little m&amp;m treat before!  &lt;em&gt;~feel a devotion coming on--- hmmmmm gonna have to put it in my women of living water blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out this morning-- did the core DVD... I can not wait til my new one comes.. I get two every three months... Variety.. Keep this girl from getting bored!!  I think I will have to change it up to Pilates one day a week til it comes in, just to keep me from getting that "itch" to sleep in.  Spice in life :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to have my date with "Skinny chick" at the weigh in scales... Did I tell you that last week I was running late... Sim beat me there and when I walked in I KNOW that I heard her sigh.... I was wondering why he kept beeping me on the nextel and saying "how far are you."  I thought "geesh, patience buddy"... But when I walked in I had to grin... My cutie of a hubby was standing next to the table where skinny chick was signing him in, filling out his card grinning up to him.  I saw him before he saw me...Poor big boy looked uneasy and in need of rescue!!  I had to laugh when he saw me.. And the look of relief on his face!  I bet if he beats me there again, he will wait in the truck!! :-)  He said jokingly later that "&amp;, half of them out weigh me.. "  It's probably a good thing that I have never been a jealous person!  Doesn't help that Sim says all his sweet things to me infront of everyone... Making them go "Ahhh" :-)  Big boy needed me to protect him!  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I will give all the measurements tomorrow.. yippe..&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a crockpot cookbook that should be in.... I just don't have time to cook anymore.. And LOVE the idea of throwing it in before leaving for work!! OH YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113992765172639683?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113992765172639683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113992765172639683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113992765172639683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113992765172639683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-gave-in-to-temptation.html' title='I gave in to temptation :-('/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113986139075729404</id><published>2006-02-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:09:50.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Core Secrets~~~~~ About to be revealed!! :-)</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh, It felt soooo good to x off on my last day in my "walk away the pounds" notebook I had set up... I really enjoyed the workout tapes... I am not very good about FOCUSING (as my hubby points out)... so the variety does this chubby gal good!! I am pleased with the 17lbs I have lost, and the 20 inches over the past 6 weeks... Now I am going to do Core workout... I will keep track of the results and see which one effected me more.... I really like it so far.. I started officially this morning.. But have done it a few times last week just to try it out.... This morning I noticed the ball thing didn't scoot around as much. It amazes me that it can budge under my big booty anyway! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had all the guys from the men's home, the women, and all the kids over for my youngest stepson bday.. T (my stepdaughter) brought over her pics from her wedding in December... I will have to post my favorite one on here.. She is amazingly beautiful! Anyway..... Amelia(from women's home)and Kristen(teen from youth group) were looking thru the pics and was "omygosh"-ing over my picture from the wedding.. It made me feel good to hear them talk about how much weight I have lost.. How they couldn't believe it.. I looked at the picture and was "omygosh" too... I didn't think I looked that chubby but...woooooooo man did I look pudgy!! I later looked in the bathroom mirror and was really happy to see that I can again see my jaw bones.. I looked like I had none in the pictures!! yikes! I was refreshed this weekend with seeing the difference since December... And looking forward to seeing the difference in April!! By this summer I want to be able to be fit enough to jog around the lake and not look like jello while doing it.... ANOTHER words.. I need to get busy!!&lt;br /&gt;I will post measurements and weigh-in on Wednesday (After WW skinny chick weighs me in)...... I am sure this stuff is probably moooooooore than you wanted to know about me... but helps me see progress and where I need more work at.... Like my thighs!! The other day I stood with my legs together and bent over to see if I can see any light between them........ NOPE.... I remember when I was able to see light at least between above my knees..... Now nothing... I need to really focus on loosing the inner thigh flab thing....You know on babies it is soo cute "chubby legs".. on moms... not so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-- I was nominated on "One Women's World".... I am not sure how to find out what for.. Who nominated me....Or how to get the banner thing to work.... But the link is on the bottom right side... I just wanted to thank whoever nominated me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113986139075729404?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113986139075729404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113986139075729404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113986139075729404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113986139075729404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/core-secrets-about-to-be-revealed_13.html' title='Core Secrets~~~~~ About to be revealed!! :-)'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113958103543977080</id><published>2006-02-10T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:17:15.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!  Rambo Girl strikes!</title><content type='html'>This morning my "bright" idea was to do the "Super burn" workout DVD.......After about 3 minutes (once warmup was over) I was thinking that I must have had too much cold medicine again!  OMGOSH!  I have been working out Mon-Sat for 40 days... I should be able to do one simple exercise thing without problems right?  (Do you hear the Rocky music?) I should be lean, mean (well got that part down),exercise machine........... Run steps without panting, jog thru a parking lot without wheezing, jump land bombs that my neighbors dogs leave on my yard, and sing at the top of my lungs while doing it all......... NOT!   Instead my arms were trembling making little flabby ripples as I over-n-over lift them above my head.... "8 more people"....  My hips that are supposedly "nice and warmed up feeling loose and powerful" are making some strange popping noise as I do the MILLION knee lifts.. Maybe its not so loose and warm because I HAVE A WHOLE LOT MORE for the "warm blood flow" to go thru!!  5:55 this morning I hear "Pump it up walkers! Lift those legs in powerful brisk pace....10 seconds later.. (when I am still trying to figure out if I am as fast as robo girl)she says come on.. Bump it up even more..."  My legs are pumping, my arms are looking like some sickly bird flapping, and I resemble some sort of wildly dying chicken as my pony tail up on top of my head flops around until its got a good cockeyed position.  WHY OH WHY did I get that STUPID idea of putting a huge mirror in this room, propped against the wall?  I knew I wouldn't be able to NOT look and think "AGAD, if someone saw me right now they would shoot first and call the zoo later!"  &lt;br /&gt;Determined not to give in, I look straight ahead at the TV and do the stupidest thing... I try to keep, ok change... My rhythm to match theirs.. It reaaaaaaaally shouldn't be that hard, right.... I stumble a few times trying to lift my knee during this power Rambo walk just when they do....... So I know I am going as fast as pyscho girl(which I have come to call her)is wanting me to go....  Why I try to keep in perfect harmony with them every morning at least a million times during the workout... I don't know... I don't even have rhythm in church to clap. I try.. I watch others.. Try to smack my hands together when everyone else does.... But before I know it, I am off beat, then others get off beat........ And the &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; begin :-)  The bass player really gets messed up... So far no one has asked me NOT to clap..  My hubby...he doesn't help.... He will hear me get off beat and then purposely clap between the others to reeeeeeeeally mess me up.  And grin at me saying "Come on Gracie, focus"  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... With this multiple movements  tape... I should just be happy that I am not falling over anymore.  Which I haven't in a few days.. Well not counting me tripping up the stairs I did the other day.  That's what I get for running up stairs in socks though......&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you.............. I was soooooooo glad to hear "ok, lets cool down." this morning... I resisted the urge to cool down while collapsing on the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am sleeping in......... Well later than I do during the week.... Tomorrow is Saturday.... So I will get up.. Get ready go do Adopt A Block (which I LOVE!!) go to our new outreach ministry building that we got donated to us and start cleaning out the sanctuary!!  It is mess..... And will need lots of elbow grease.. But we have 2 different colleges taking on this project as their year assignment.. And all of us servants.. So Gods outreach house will be opened soon!! I will have pics on our www.changinglivesnow.org site soon.. Will make sure I post when we do!   &lt;br /&gt;I know that tomorrow I am gonna get a great workout.... Cleaning, tearing stuff out, and praising God!!  Gonna get a physical and a spiritual workout!! PRAISE GOD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113958103543977080?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113958103543977080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113958103543977080&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113958103543977080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113958103543977080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-rambo-girl-strikes.html' title='FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!  Rambo Girl strikes!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113950804965892821</id><published>2006-02-09T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:00:49.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling MUCH better!!</title><content type='html'>Today I am feeling more....... Me.  I can breathe, my chest doesn't feel like I smoked a carton of cigarettes in one night(or what I THINK it would feel like), and my energy level is higher than it has been in weeks!!  My head is still got that dull throb behind my eyes.. Which hubby and his poetic loving statements.. Stated last night that it was probably just "a air pocket".  Funny I have to admit, but still deserving of the thumb between the ribs move I have mastered.  I am sure he will still be whinnying tonight about the "bruises" that are not there.  Thankfully I busted out my move AFTER church last night or I would have heard all the old ladies, tsking me and pampering him. GAG!  Did I ever tell you about our wedding day?-- THIS is the REALITY of the brat my husband really is.... When we were engaged, all the women at his church (mine now) had been trying to marry him off for years... (he says to their good looking daughters).. Anyway they were ready to get rid of him and get a wife to try to keep him under control (he is extremely honoree... Throwing things at the old ladies from the sound booth.. Making old enough to be his grandma women blush and say "oh, stop that." and prance around all giddy, when he says that he was holding out on marriage til she finally said yes to him".. That kind of stuff.)  Anyway... At the shower they threw me, I heard stories upon stories of his antics over the years and how they were giving him to me....... Well me and my "weird" little mind.... I got a plan.. And the ladies from church backed me up............. SO-- the day of our wedding... The preacher (who was his brother from GA-- huge amazing church) asked... After the "who gives this woman away"... he paused and said "who gives this man away?"  and all the women from the church stood up and said "we do!".. My families faces were priceless!!  Sim turned blood red and I felt victory for a brief second... Now, he did get me back later.. And my face was the one blood red, when my mom said innocently.. "Now honeys you all get out of here... don't worry about cleaning up, I am sure you got other things you need to do."  Now SHE was meaning getting stuff together for our flight out the next day... But SIM took advantage of the comment and retorted back with a "Oooooh baby." grabbed me by the arm and dropped what he had in his hand in a dramatic bang " Your mommas right, we got things to DO! Lets go."  It was soooooo obvious what he was meaning while he grinned like a fool and winked at my gasping mom.  Poor woman hasn't been the same or stopped gasping at his antics since!!  Then again.. I now know everytime my mom is walking into the room... He usually makes a show of grabbing my butt and saying "come here and give me some lips baby"... which my mom now calls us lizards... WHERE she got lizards I have NO CLUE.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Back to day 39 (geesh-- can't believe I have actually been working out for 6weeks!  yeeeeehaw!).... I worked out... Forgot my bread for tst this morning or milk for cereal... So here I was with a bit of dry life cereal and pnut butter.. So I went next door and bummed a bagel.  I only ate one side and put pnut butter on it, and will save the other half for tomorrow... I ate a salad with my lite Itl, couple croutons, and about a bite or two out of green pepper,onion, mushroom, &amp; chicken leftovers from last nights fajatas....So I've been pretty good........ Not really craving anything........ I did have a divine answer to a "craving temptation" the other day from a equally tempted, M &amp; M addict...... FUN SIZE packets! OH YEAH!!  This chubby gal is happy as can be... Because its Valentines day.... &amp; right now they have bags of Fun size M &amp; M's in pretty reds and pinks!  I am hitting the Rite Aide on the way home!  I have a plan to put them in my granola bar cupboard (hidden over the fridge) and when I pack my lunch I will only place one bag in every other day!  Ahhhhhhhh such bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113950804965892821?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113950804965892821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113950804965892821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113950804965892821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113950804965892821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/feeling-much-better.html' title='Feeling MUCH better!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113941429272677526</id><published>2006-02-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:21:26.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baaaaaaaaaaah, baaaaaaaaah Measurements!</title><content type='html'>Well, as you know...... Last night was weigh in at ww..  I lost 3 lbs since last week... The exact same as I lost the week before........ I know, I should be glad, am glad, but what "burns my britches" is that last week I did that STUPID cabbage soup diet...... in other words.... I ate rabbit food all week, didn't have my wonderful pnt tst, NO granola bar that I look forward to everyday, no variety!!  This "sure way" of quick and big loss diet was nothing but a hoax!  OK, so I did eat more raw veggies than I normally do, and I did eat fruit like I should do, and all that "goody" stuff........ But when it came down to it.. I was shown my "lesson".. #1  WHAT WAS I THINKING?-- everyone knows that if its too good to be true it is.. Yet I thought ,"what the heck"  #2 I didn't seek HIM first.. I just did it.   It hit me last night at WW of all places.... That God had led me to ww to start living healthier.. I don't think so much to lose weight but to get this chubby butt up, exercising, eating better, being aware and treating HIS temple with a lot more respect... Funny if you have a new car with a payment and someone says, this is the ONLY one you will ever get for the rest of your life........ Your gonna take care of it right?  Get oil changed, not run it so hard, and all that good stuff.  Well HE has really wanted me to get this Temple in shape.  I know HE has a calling on my life, and He has started revealing what I am suppose to do... And I will NEED to be in shape... Both physically and spiritually!!--- ANYWAY....... Back to the cabb diet.. I didn't ask my Father... Now that I look back He was nodding no when I look at some of the "research" I did on it and still did it anyway..  #3  I lost the SAME amount I would have and would have been A LOT happier if I would have stuck with HIS plan............... ahhhhhhh such a slow learner I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Poor God, having to put up with such dumb sheep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO- This morning I woke up.. Was reeeeeeeeeeeally lazy this morning.. Thought.. hmm I would have to switch the wires in the back of the basement TV back to playstation so I could do my DVD (yes, I can not figure out how to hook the vcr and playstation up to the TV all on one thing~  The whole kids being grounded from the playstation has really worked out well for me-- :-)  They keep asking when its up, but I don't want to give it back...)SO, this morning I was lazy and popped in my Core DVD up in the living room --- seeing how I still haven't figured out how to get that big ball down the steps..Well without too much work. (move hutch or deflate ball &amp; re-pump)(you can see previous post and understand why I am not attempting that again!) My abs are again screaming and my arms are twitching, so all's good.&lt;br /&gt;OH--- I measured myself again-- and I didn't give you my current weight.. &lt;br /&gt;I will show 1st week and current week like I normally do:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Begin/ Week 2/ Week 3/ Week 4/ Week 5/ &lt;strong&gt;Week 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight: 179 ~ 172 ~ 168.5 ~ 169.5 ~165  &lt;strong&gt;~162&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bust: 41 ~ 40 1/2 ~ 40 ~40 ~39 ~&lt;strong&gt;37.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waist: 36 ~ 34 ~ 33 1/2 ~34~34 ~&lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gut: 43 ~ 42 ~ 40 ~40~38.5 ~&lt;strong&gt;38.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 45 ~ 44 ~ 44 ~43~42 ~&lt;strong&gt;42&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt leg: 27 ~ 26 ~ 25 1/2 ~25.5~25.5 ~&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt leg: 26 ~ 26 ~ 25 1/ 2 ~25.5~25 ~&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt arm: 12 ~ 12 ~ 12 ~11~10.5 ~&lt;strong&gt;10.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt arm: 11 ~ 11 ~ 11 ~11~11 ~&lt;strong&gt;10.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week I've lost 3lbs and 4.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Since beginning this....17lbs and 20 inches!!! OMGOSH--I can't believe it!! wooooohoo God is soooooooo good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113941429272677526?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113941429272677526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113941429272677526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113941429272677526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113941429272677526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/baaaaaaaaaaah-baaaaaaaaah-measurements.html' title='baaaaaaaaaaah, baaaaaaaaah Measurements!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113933051207660265</id><published>2006-02-07T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:41:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO more Veggies please!</title><content type='html'>Well... Yesterday I did my big..."I don't want to quit" speech.... Today I couldn't take no more!!  I will finish my soup for the rest of the week... But today I was suppose to eat brown rice and veggies all day........ I just COULDN'T do it!  I am :-( a quitter......... :-) a quitter who just enjoyed my usual "before stupid cabbage soup diet" 2 ww tst w/pnut butter....... Man you would have thought I ate a box of poptarts as happy as I was!!   Today I am having baked Chicken breast, grapes, 10 carrots (Ok, so I still am having veggies)for lunch and mid afternoon snack..... I am a happy dieter!!&lt;br /&gt;This morning I worked out.. Did my AB mile with Leslie Sansone... Now mind you.. I have been sick..... So my brain is not working correctly.... I go down there, pop in the DVD grab my AB belt and strap it around my waist.... I start the morning stretch warmup... And notice that I forgot to put on my shoes....... To lazy and sicky feeling to care I keep going... I am walking, moving into power walk, blowing my nose and chugging nice ice cold water down my sore throat.... We move into the upper body part and are told to grab the handles "loosely"  sucking my belly in I grab the handles that are shoved in between the belt and my &lt;em&gt;Future&lt;/em&gt; flat stomach.. My legs are pumping, making the shadow on the wall look like some wired string puppet show.... Mrs bubbly says now push out.......... WELL...... I am not sure how it quite happened... But I pushed equally on the handles that are attached to stretchy cord that is attached to the back of the belt...  What I seemed to forget this morning was to center up the belt.... Needless to say my left arm shot out and my right arm yanked about 6 inches.. Twisting the upper part of me.... From my ears being stuffy, my balance is already off..... My brain obviously was not quick enough to figure out that my legs needed to quit pumping so I ended up almost falling.  Luckily I somehow twisted the bands back around, caught my balance and was impressed that I never missed a step.   It was not pretty.  You know..... After that moment I had the terrible realization that if I was to knock myself out down there, no one would know... Sim would just leave thinking he finally snuck past the morning breath "wild woman" who catches him as he tries to leaving in the morning.... The kids would have just got ready for school and left (since they get up to alarm after I leave), that night they wouldn't think to look for me down stairs..... It could take days!!  Not a good thought!!  Especially me.... Gracie!  A nick name my husband lovenly gave me after I feel down the balcony steps at a crowded pastors appreciation seminar.   I think I need one of those Med-alerts.. That thing older people wear around their necks in case they have fallen and can't get up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113933051207660265?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113933051207660265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113933051207660265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113933051207660265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113933051207660265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-more-veggies-please.html' title='NO more Veggies please!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113925473325696546</id><published>2006-02-06T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:38:53.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny not to post!! hehe</title><content type='html'>Dog's diary vs a Cat's diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9:30 a.m. Wow! A car ride! This is a blast!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9:40 a.m.  Got to go to the park! Rolled in some really nasty stuff, was so proud of myself.  Humans were less than impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 a.m. Got my tummy rubbed and petted -- I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 p.m. Lunch: yummy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1:00 p.m. Played in the yard:  I loved it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3:00 p.m. Stared adoringly at my masters ... they're the best!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4:00 p.m. Hooray! The kids got home! I was so happy I was bouncing off the walls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 p.m. Milkbones -- awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m. Got to play ball!  What a day, this was too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8:00 p.m. Wow: watching TV with my master!   Heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 683 of My Captivity:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.  The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ''good little hunter'' I am. The audacity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released--and he seems more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded.  The bird has got to be an&lt;br /&gt;informant-- I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe-- for now.  But I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a matter of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113925473325696546?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113925473325696546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113925473325696546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113925473325696546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113925473325696546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-funny-not-to-post-hehe.html' title='Too funny not to post!! hehe'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113924007432163526</id><published>2006-02-06T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:34:34.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week for the 6 week</title><content type='html'>Today is day 6 of my veggie thing...   I know one thing... I am not pleased with this veggie diet that they had me do... I can't wait to get back on ww schedule.  True I lost a little bit more weight than I normally do during the week, but I feel tired, the cold came back and really feel like it messed with me.  It really wasn't "hard" to do, just wired.   I never like to quit anything and think I will stick to it for one more day, just because I know that quitting would be easy.  Make sense?  I have for years started something never to finish, and I am trying to break that cycle!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I stayed busy, did my billions of piles of laundry.... Think the neighbors are dropping theirs off when I am not looking.  I cleaned, went to the doctor.. Got a cortisone shot in my wrist.OMGOSH...... If I wasn't paralyzed in pain from that huge needle moving around in my wrist and palm of hand, I would have uppercut the doctor!   Him and the nurse kept hovering over me, I guess waiting for me to cry.  I couldn't, couldn't breathe, think, or move.... Let alone cry!  He said &lt;br /&gt;"Now most need to lay down for a minute", which of course &lt;em&gt;tough girl&lt;/em&gt; said "Oh, I'm fine" sat up and watched the wall start swirling in sickening motions. Gritting my teeth I sat straight and prayed I didn't do a nose dive off the bed onto the grinning nurse.  Worse yet, her husband is a cop also who works with me... So I knew if I fainted that the whole department would hear within 2.5 minutes.  Thankfully they left the room so I could lean against the wall before attempting to walk.  My hand felt like someone was ripping my fingers out and thought.. "It hurts worse now than it did when I showed up"  I was hoping this would help me, but now I am looking at surgery, probably by the end of the month.  OH well~~ I know one thing I am not getting one of those shots again!&lt;br /&gt;Enough whinnying..... Sorry!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is ww weigh in------- &lt;br /&gt;OH, best news~~ I was sitting Saturday in a meeting and looked down at my lap.... Guess what I saw!!  Baggy jeans poofin out!  Normally its my fat poofin it out.. I sat there pulling on the extra jean near my zipper, of course nudging my teen girls next to me showing them, I couldn't stop looking at it and tugging on the zipper overlap part of my jeans, and pockets!!  It wasn't til later that I realized how wired I must have seemed looking at my lap grinning messing with my pants and showing others my lap.  What probably says even more about my personality is that no one was shocked, just grinned.  I can't really remember what the meeting was about... But I was proud of my self for not standing up at testimony time and sharing my lap with the huge group of Christians.    I couldn't help it, I just looked down again and tugged on my dress pants............ Now everyone's gonna look at their laps..You did, didn't you!! hehe   &lt;br /&gt;Well 5 more days after today............. I guess I will need to change my subject title..... Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113924007432163526?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113924007432163526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113924007432163526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113924007432163526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113924007432163526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-week-for-6-week.html' title='Last week for the 6 week'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113888753838146281</id><published>2006-02-02T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:46:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggies everywhere</title><content type='html'>Today I am eating all veggies... For breakfast I ate French cut green beans.. For lunch I will eat Veggie soup, steamed mixed veggies... I brought some extra cans of veg to work so that if I start feeling like I am about to crawl inside of the candy machine... I will have something to shove in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I did my workout....Man was I sleepy!!&lt;br /&gt;OH~~ I did my measurements last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning and Now (I am in my 5th week)*** Now remember when I got to ww I had already started to lose so my weigh in was less but this is for Walk away the pounds program that I started a week earlier)&lt;br /&gt;Weight= 179     ~     165&lt;br /&gt;Bust=    41     ~      39&lt;br /&gt;Waist=   36     ~      34&lt;br /&gt;Gut=     43     ~      38.5&lt;br /&gt;Hip=     45     ~      42&lt;br /&gt;Rt leg=  27     ~      25.5&lt;br /&gt;Lt leg=  26     ~      25&lt;br /&gt;Rt arm=  12     ~      10.5&lt;br /&gt;Lt arm=  11     ~      11&lt;br /&gt;Lost= 14 lbs  &amp; 15 inches!! Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-- My ever romantic hubby said this morning when he hugged me goodbye.. "Honey your wasting away to nothing.... I use to be able squeeze all your fat rolls"  I again am going to take that as a compliment..... I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113888753838146281?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113888753838146281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113888753838146281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113888753838146281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113888753838146281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/veggies-everywhere.html' title='Veggies everywhere'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113880275107444333</id><published>2006-02-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:13:54.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Chick was saved</title><content type='html'>"http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/176/135/165/.png" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was ww weigh in....... and who sat at the table of "chocolate" ww bars?? You got it ......... skinny chick.  She grinned, said "grab your folders..pleeeease" and took our money.  I was glad to see she wasn't at the scales this time.... she is just a little too bubbly for the scale duty I think.   I of course took off my shoes, laid down my 30lb purse and watched my husband beam from the scales.  Another 5 lbs lost.  What irked me was that before we left he fibbed and said "I’ve gained 3 lbs this week"....... what was he trying to do?  Make chubby gal feel better?? dunno.  Anyway the women grinned and giggled at his antics like they do every week and it was my dreaded turn next....... why is it the whole room seems to get quiet and everyone watches??  I stood there and watched the digital numbers go up, up, up and not stop!  I started to have that unreal sick feeling when I heard behind me a gasp and "You are so bad, take your foot off her scale!"  I looked behind me to see my grinning hubby with his foot on the scale behind mine.... My eyes squinted at his look of innocense and conti plated beating him with one of those nasty rock hard "chocolate" bars on the table next to us.  His foot lifted and I plunged down to 165... it shifted between 164. something and 165... I like the 164. something.. but she wrote 165 in my book thing.. my opinion didn't matter I guess.  Anyway I got my 10lb loser ribbon and went into the sanctuary to listen to sorta skinny chick talk about going on vacation and all the food she ate.   I wasn't hungry til she started listing all the goodies....  I told her so.  OK, maybe that was a little bad to do, but hey, I was ready to fly to Orlando and buy a cinnamon bun by the time she got done describing it in detail!!  &lt;br /&gt;Today I am starting the veggie thing with Sim, Amelia (in our womens home),&amp; Sasha (future daughter-in-law).  Today I eat 2 bowls of veggie soup or as much as I want, and eat fruit all day.... I love fruit, so this won't be hard.&lt;br /&gt;I worked out on the core ball this morning, which I might add doesn't fit thru my basement door when inflated!  The hutch thingy in my kitchen doesn't allow my door to open the whole way... to me it looked like it would fit (mind you I was looking thru 5:45 eyes)....... well I about bounced thru the kitchen when I went charging thru the doorway not realizing that it wouldn't fit... My "warmup" consisted of me trying to pry the ball the rest of the way thru without popping it, then removing it from being jammed half way not able to go any further.. I am sure I looked real cute clutching this huge silver ball that was jammed in the doorway.  Yanking then twisting, and finally getting mad and placing my foot on the door frame and jerking it out... needless to say I did my workout in the living room.   woooooooh, I never realized how uncoordinated I really am until trying to balance myself, do the moves they do with ease and not have the ball fly out from under me.  &lt;br /&gt;After the workout I fixed mine and Sims lunches and was glad about the tightening I felt in my abs.   Sim the ever blunt husband said "Dang it sound like you were tearing the house down in there!"  I gave him the warning look that he ignores.   He did redeem himself, some what, when he said "he noticed I was losing my big booty"...   I figured I would take that as the glass half full comment... I of course went and looked in the mirror and grinned at the "bagginess"-- is that a word?--- in my workout pants around my butt... Life is good.  Now if I could only lose the front... I noticed before I started this thing that I resembled someone with two butts.  One in the back that and one on my stomach..  Just thinking about it has you sucking in your stomach doesn't it??  Does me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113880275107444333?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113880275107444333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113880275107444333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113880275107444333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113880275107444333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/02/skinny-chick-was-saved.html' title='Skinny Chick was saved'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113871715471134174</id><published>2006-01-31T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:19:26.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To cook~ or not to cook.........</title><content type='html'>I was planning on going on this cabbage soup diet thing that my hubby, step kids and friends all wanted to do........... Starting today.... WELL........All was going real good last night... I figured I would double the batch that way I wouldn't have to fix it later this week.  My ever smartness again backfired.  I chopped my million carrots, cabbage, celery, onions, mixed all the tomato stuff and stirred and stirred.  I didn't think about how hard it would be to stir till I got the pot all the way full.  (Big restaurant size stew pot)  I started to figure out I done goofed when my wooden spoon snapped in half.   But me, and all my "I'll make it work", I got a shorter metal spoon and grinned thinking "ha, break that!"  I had it on med-low when my husband mentioned I should turn it up and let it "steam the veggies"  So I did.  I was proud of my brew, stirring every few minutes, excited when it finally "steamed" down enough to not flop out over the rim... I watched, and figured I was now MASTER CHEF, or close.  I ran down did some laundry, ran up and stirred, ran into the room picked up, came back and stirred.   I truly felt like Martha Stewart (pre prison)as my house tidied up and huge pot cooked and souped up.  A little while into the exercise cookout, I smelled a new smell.  Me, never making this before wondered if the mix with onion soup, beef boullion and cabbage along with the other ingredients was suppose to smell that way.  I kept stirring....I ran down stairs again flipping laundry and jogged back up the steps excited with my energy and accomplishments tonight.  A haze was floating in the kitchen... I stood and stared at the pot hearing noises that had me tilting my head and looking under the pan..... Was there something on the burner?  One of my stepsons walked in from the garage and asked "what stinks?"  I looked again at the pot, and said "I think its something on the burner or on the bottom of the pan."  I don't remember seeing anything on there, but in my beginning stirring stuff kept flopping out, so I figured it was a wayward piece of onion or something.... Lifting the lid, I stirred again hearing a wired noise.......The smell of what can only be described as burnt motor oil waifed thru the air... Scooping my spoon thru a air pocket of stench popped from under the innocent looking veggies and made me gag.  My hubby happen to walk in at that moment and gagged too.  The house filled with the smell of burnt cabbage,tomato with onion.......  I yanked it off the stove and watched as black floated to the top covering my finally cooking veggies........&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with my eyes still watering from the lingering smell, drained my gunk and brought a can of soup to work to eat for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;I did my walk, was up early so did my fundamentals for the new core thing I got (OH, my gosh that made my abs scream!).. And figured I would go to the grocery after work to try it again........ This time I will make it the way the recipe says........So much for my geniusness!(Have you noticed I have Corina words?)&lt;br /&gt;~~ Tonight is weigh-in..  After the few days I have had skinny chick better stay clear! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113871715471134174?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113871715471134174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113871715471134174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113871715471134174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113871715471134174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-cook-or-not-to-cook.html' title='To cook~ or not to cook.........'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113863448428465854</id><published>2006-01-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:21:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend  that went too fast!!</title><content type='html'>Agggh.... Its Monday!!  I can not believe how fast my weekend went.... Well parts of it..... Friday, my hubby and kids took me to Iltalian restaurant... It was wonderful!!  I ate Chicken Alfredo... ymmm.. I did good, didn't eat all of it and no bread.. Even though it looked really good!  Saturday..... OMGOSH I was sooooooo sick!  I woke up early sick, went to do Adopt A Block... Sick some more... Went out on block.. Running a fever... Wanting to sleep.. BUT we got the keys to our outreach Ministry building finally so I had to go!!  I couldn't pass up the first look inside of a building we had been praying about for so long!((you will have to read my women of living water blog about it))~~~ Anyway...............agggh I was like a walking zombie!!  Pretty bad when everyone kept looking at me and saying, "Man you look terrible", kinda does something to make you feel better, huh? NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... I was a little better.. Could actually eat, a little.  Today I am dog tired and thinking............ I really would love to be in bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I did my mile with stretch bands, ate ww tst, will have chicken and beans for lunch and eating turkey tonight... I still need to do my weigh in and measurements............ After last week I am gun shy!!  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113863448428465854?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113863448428465854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113863448428465854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113863448428465854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113863448428465854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-that-went-too-fast.html' title='Weekend  that went too fast!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113837673733118065</id><published>2006-01-27T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:45:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Makeover</title><content type='html'>Today is day 26 on my workout makeover...... But yesterday I got a hair makeover!&lt;br /&gt; :-)  &lt;br /&gt;For Christmas my wonderful hubby got me a gift card to this real "classy" place where I got manicure and pedicure~ both as a spa.   Being the sweetheart he is, he also purchased the same treatment for Gesa.  Gesa is a older German lady who is a BIG part of our Ministry... She is awesome, a hard worker, blunt, heart of gold and frugal.   She would never purchase such luxury on herself, but deserves every minute of luxury!  So, Sim surprised her with gift card to Malia, for a all out day of pampering!   We went together a last month and let me tell you........ I felt like royalty!  We sat on this high, silk, cashmere, and velvet pile of cushions and pillows, or feet in porcelain jet sinks, flavor coffee in hand and great company!  We sat, talked about faith about serving Him, friendship and had a massage that made me forget mid sentence with my roll my eyes in my head...... &lt;br /&gt;Last night I went back for part 2....... I got my hair highlighted and cut.  She was amazing..... I looked in the mirror and thought....... "Who is that?"   At one point when I got over the initial shock of my hair, I began to focus on my too big nose, until I noticed my smile that even reached my eyes.   I ignored my nose and let the feeling of peace within my skin settle in.  I had one of my teens and a woman from our women's home there in the lobby waiting.  I was embarrassed yet thrilled with their faces when I walked out... I felt beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home we laughed, talked about what God is doing in our lives and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did not feel like getting up.. Was tired... But I got up anyway.   I worked out this morning again (did yesterday too by the way)"walking off the pounds"  I got my "Core" package today.. And am excited about working out on and with it too... Hmmmmmmmmmm I am really starting to like this workout thing!! Me who LOVES sleep.... Amazing....  There is more than just a physical makeover being done in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113837673733118065?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113837673733118065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113837673733118065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113837673733118065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113837673733118065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthday-makeover.html' title='Birthday Makeover'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113821379943024259</id><published>2006-01-25T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:29:59.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scales lie!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my weigh-in at ww.  The first time(2 weeks ago), I weigh-in on the digital scale, last time the old school scale and this time the digital one again.  I was told last week after weigh-in that I should stick to the same one.. But they already marked it, so I just kept it.   This time the "skinny chick" said, "Oh, I always use the digital one... It goes to the ounce..Where the old school one wouldn't show a loss, the digital one does"  Me I thought, "Cool, the more help the better!" YEAH, that was before I got on the scale and wanted to kick the skinny chick.    My husband stood proudly waiting for her to write down the 4 lb loss, making sure I saw the accomplishment.  I next got on and about cried.  I loss .5 of a pound!  Just Thursday of last week I weighed my self at home and it said 166.5  I was tickled-- yesterday I got on and it said 169.5 !! OMGOSH I loss 3.5lbs then gained 3lbs?  OVER THE WEEKEND?  I sat in stunned silence as my husband said, "loss 4 lbs, only 4lbs" grinning at me.  I have to admit that I was ticked off!  I thought and regrettably said "your the one that eats ice cream sandwiches EVERY night and I gain weight?"  I should not have felt and acted like that... I should have been and am proud of him and his loss... But the "flesh" came out and was jealous, mad, and ready to say "well this is not worth it!"  I felt it all.. The disappointment, the "man I knew I should have worked out at night too", the blame game thing, and the "here I fought the M &amp; M craving for two weeks when I could have eaten a lb bag with the same results!"  I was hurt.  Isn't that stupid?  I was hurt that I worked for something and it didn't happen the way I thought it should, I was hurt that my husband was rubbing it in and saying things like "hmmm must be eating more than what your saying" when I know I have been xtra careful, I was hurt that I instantly felt like saying "I give".    Me.....  &lt;br /&gt;I went home last night got on my scale at home and wanted to cry again... It was true.  I did lose and gain.   I dreaded and put off coming on here,changing my meter thing..... Knowing I have to be honest.  &lt;br /&gt;You know....... I think about how I felt last night, my actions, reactions and am more disappointed in them than I am in the weight thing.   Isn't that so like us?  To get instantly mad when something you think you deserve doesn't happen the way YOU think it should?   In everything else of my life.... I have said, whatever YOU want Lord..... Yet I am not saying that with this??  Is it about losing weight?  Is it by "our works"?   How many times do we hear in the Word about "not by our works alone?"  Is He showing me something about my character?  Or there lack of?  I am sure that He is giving me another "behind the shed whoopin" for my selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;I apologized to my husband for "thinking" what I thought and for reacting the way I reacted. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord, I apologize to YOU ... I should not have let those thoughts, anger, and jealousy be a part of me, even if for a minute!  I again , humbly come before YOUR throne, saying "YOur will be done"......... I will continue to do what I know what you want me to do... Eat healthy, exercise and dive into your Word.  For when I am weak YOU are strong!  Thank you Lord for being all that I need.  I will not allow a scale to tell me who I am in You.  Thank you for my wakeup call.  I praise you for caring for me enough to show me my faults and build me right back up.~~ Amen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning I was back up early... Doing my exercise tapes, eating what I should eat, and fighting the good fight of Faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will go back and fix my chart thing........ :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113821379943024259?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113821379943024259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113821379943024259&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113821379943024259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113821379943024259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/scales-lie.html' title='The scales lie!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113812682996402476</id><published>2006-01-24T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:31:27.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK 4 weigh-in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/176/135/169/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113812682996402476?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113812682996402476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113812682996402476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113812682996402476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113812682996402476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-4-weigh-in.html' title='WEEK 4 weigh-in'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113811053301465264</id><published>2006-01-24T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:48:53.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty??</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke early to do the 3 mile tape..... It must not have been meant to happen!  I went down stairs half awake, popped in the DVD... Then realized I forgot to get my hubby's lunch out and ready... I figured I would leave the DVD running.. Hurry up stairs and pack his lunch while they were doing the warm ups.... So here I was 5:15 in the morning packing his lunch doing my warm ups in the kitchen... My ab belt around me doing side lunges.   I know that if left to him to make his lunch, the points I have him on would be a thing of the past!  Bolting around "keeping my heart rate up" I jog back downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never really looked at myself in the morning, but happen to today........ BIG mistake!! No wonder Sim looks like he is sneaking out the door every morning when I bolt up the stairs after hearing the tale-tale creak of him walking across the kitchen floor.  Poor guy has to see some panting, wild hair barely tamed in a crooked scrunchie, makeup smeared, sweaty woman, with morning breath popping out of the basement door just when he is opening the garage door.  I happen to notice the raised eyebrow and look of initial fear upon first seeing me.  I am sure "What the heck is that?" is the first thing that comes to his mind, then "Ahh that's just my wife"  Poor guy.  And here I thought every morning he stared at me cause he cant keep his eyes off me....Hmmm then again would you take your eyes off a half wild looking animal?  After kissing the startled husband I ran back downstairs still keeping my heart rate up.  I lunge, stretch, kick back, gasp and so on.   Then I realize.... I don't have my watch.... I HAVE to be in the shower by 6:30.   So UP again I go doing the "fast walk" with exaggerated movements for more effect.  Thru the house I am lunging here, kicking back here, stretching arms over the head there...Grab my watch and realize I have 10 minutes left.  I jog back down again....Has my jogging outfit always been floods? I wonder watching my leg kick up.  Hmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;23 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113811053301465264?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113811053301465264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113811053301465264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113811053301465264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113811053301465264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/beauty.html' title='Beauty??'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113803015610264045</id><published>2006-01-23T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:29:17.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Survival~ Day 22</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhh.... Finally Monday!!~~ Weird huh?  Well if you had the weekend I did, you would say the same thing!!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this moment to blame my husband for making me be bad........... But I can't. :-(  Well I could, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we went to a Chinese restaurant.. I really was good.. MAN does Buffet make it hard on a fat girl!!  I only did one plate... Small portions and just spread it out on the plate to look like more.. &lt;grins&gt; trying to fool myself I guess.. Worked.. So not sure what that exactly says about me.  Anyway....  Friday... I was good too.. kinda.. I ate too late though.. Not bad stuff.  Saturday..I again went to a buffet..... OMGOSH I sure did want to dive face first into the dessert bar!!  I did find a sugar free, low fat cheese cake tasting thingy. There was only the sides of the pan left by the time I found it hidden among the layers of chocolate calling my name all around it.  I tasted a tiny bit and I am telling you... Somebody would have more than likely lost a arm if they would have tried to steal even a fork size bite off my plate.   Sim eyeballed it to do just that but the Lord protected him from becoming maimed.  It was probably my prayer of forgiveness for the near future pain I would inflict, that made him choose not to tempt it.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday............ I made the WRONG decision to make beans and cornbread for our group for church... Like one man in our men's home said.. "Well we will all have to sit in our own pew"  But in this group... I don't know what I was thinking besides.. This is really healthy protein.... So I had my allowance of points... Added some I am sure here and there.... And am back on schedule today..........&lt;br /&gt;worked out this morning.... Have a nice cough,sore throat thing going on and didn't feel like moving... But I am determined!!  Even if I have to workout with my eyes closed and wondering if anyone has ever fallen asleep doing aerobics... So far I haven't........ Yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113803015610264045?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113803015610264045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113803015610264045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113803015610264045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113803015610264045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-survival-day-22.html' title='Weekend Survival~ Day 22'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113776701860171569</id><published>2006-01-20T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:23:38.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19!! Thank goodness its Friday!!</title><content type='html'>I know one thing "the stinking devil is a dirtbag" as my husband would say.  I have been under attack... I know it is a spiritual thing... My throat is sore, sneezing, tired, achey, and feeling like poop.  This morning I got out of bed head last.... Literally.   I scooted my feet off, legs... Laid half on half off waiting til the very last minute to lift my head off that soft pillow..... Good thing no one was watching because I had to look ridiculous!  I did my 2 mile workout.. Rubbing my eyes as my body did autopilot... Am amazed now that I think about it, how I kept up with "hypo girl" sweated, breathed hard, and had screaming muscles all while half asleep!  I don't even remember really getting ready...... &lt;looked down&gt; hopefully I didn't forget to put my pants on.  I just realized with dread that I hope I did the makeup on both eyes this morning...Yeap... wheeeew.. Had to check.  Was joking about the pants (would have been a BIG wakeup call walking out into the cold this morning)but wasn't about the makeup.... Has anyone else done that before too??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Tonight I will do another mile (to get my 3 set miles in for today).  &lt;br /&gt;Last night we went on a 5 mile walk...Crazy boy decided we should jog for the length of our road up hill.. So we did.   I bet we looked real pretty.... I ran most of the way holding my boobs, well until a car would go past.   Dummy me forgot to wear my sports bra.  That's ok, I was suppose to carry weights this week in the workout schedule...I forgot those too.... So it all worked out!! hehe  Not quite sure that's what they had in mind... But that's me... Mrs improvise. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113776701860171569?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113776701860171569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113776701860171569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113776701860171569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113776701860171569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-19-thank-goodness-its-friday.html' title='Day 19!! Thank goodness its Friday!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113769147245918165</id><published>2006-01-19T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:24:32.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18-- Going strong</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I tried a new video this morning... wooooa Man it kicked my butt!!  Felt great though!!  Girl at work is doing the same LS walk off the pounds and we swapped videos.   I got to use the stretchy bands... and I didn't break anything or me with them!!   Truly amazing! &lt;br /&gt;Today I am HUNGRY!!   I ate my 2 pnt tst, 2 cups of beef veggie soup (have no idea where the meat was) and just had a granola bar snack thing for lunch......... Later I will fix popcorn... Today, by the microwave was a big box of donuts, and on top of it mint chocolate cookies... 160 cal (serving 5)I done checked........ man they look good......... too many points though!!&lt;br /&gt;It must be the day or something because Hubby just called and said I am starving him... so I need to figure something out about lunches for big boy.&lt;br /&gt;Well its off to the recipe books... :-)  Tonight I am doing my grocery shopping for the week... so I need to NOT go in there hungry or without a clue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113769147245918165?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113769147245918165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113769147245918165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113769147245918165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113769147245918165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-18-going-strong.html' title='Day 18-- Going strong'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113760088948653741</id><published>2006-01-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:14:49.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be... Or not to be.... In shape.</title><content type='html'>Today is day 17!!  Last night I went to the ww meeting.... Lost 5lbs..Felt so good to have that skinny woman grin at me and go "wow, good job!"  I no longer thought.... "I want the bigger gal to see the scale keep moving up and up.. Not Minnie mouse!"  I know that is wrong of me.. But hey, I said honest here right??... So, I grabbed my purse, my shoes, my coat and grinned like a fool.   Watching the rest of the women strip down to socks, t-shirts and workout pants.... I haven't' gone that far yet.... I wear the jeans and whatever shirt.. Some take the weigh in REAL serious, even taking off jewelry!!  Sim, he came later.. Got weighed in minus his workboots and lost 7 lbs. Brat!  He just grinned at me glaring at him.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he did it... Bought the cook book, the dining out book, the "every food imaginable book", and smoothie mix.... Well ok, I bought them since he wasn't there yet!:-)  He hungrily looked over the dining out book rattling off excited numbers throughout the meeting.. I about smacked him off the seat when he mumbled a answer for the question "OK, what can we do more of to really kick off the losing weight?"  I am sure by the giggles infront of me and gasps from the old woman that he was overheard.  I have noticed....... That all the women love him in the meeting.  We are on week 2, only 2 meetings into this and already we have the  two rows of seats all around us filled with older ladies who constantly giggle, and grin at his "outspoken" behavior.  One old lady even said, "you know, I told my husband that there was another man here if he wanted to come."  All just nodded and smiled.  I had to laugh at the "attention" he was getting.   Of course he just grins like a little boy winking at me while I roll my eyes laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention they passed around a bin of "out of date" snack bars?  My goodness fat boy about took me out to get the last fudge pnut one!!  He tried it and offered it to me... I should have known it was gross if the 2 quarter size bar was offered!!  My TMJ went into full flare trying to chew that piece of chocolate cardboard.. Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did a new video... 2 mile "super fat burn" OMGOSH!!  I was Praising the Lord this morning!!  1.5 miles into it, I realized that I am WAY out of shape!!  I was hoping to see some of the women fall over in sweating,lung gasping heaps on the floor.... Because I sure felt like I was about to if she said, "Ok guys, 8 more"  I know, I shouldn't think that way.... But as I watch Grandma bounce thru this on the TV screen, while I do back kicks on wobbly legs grunting..... I can't help but grit my teeth at them... &lt;grins&gt; good thing I do this in the privacy of my home and not in a gym!!  Been there, done glared at energizer fitness chick Olive Oil, and got the t-shirt.  Now I can just mutter at the screen, and pant in the luxury of my basement. And not walk away feeling guilty for showing my dislike to some innocently annoying woman.  God has saved me from myself as He streeeeeeeeches me. :-)  Funny.. I think this is a "Hey Corina, here is a lesson.... For me today... Because I just looked over at the scripture flip card thing my hubby bought for my desk............ "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me."  Ps 51:10 &lt;br /&gt; Ouch--- God do you even mean at 5:45 in the morning when I am sweating, gasping, and wondering how I ended up with jelly for muscles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113760088948653741?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113760088948653741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113760088948653741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113760088948653741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113760088948653741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-be-or-not-to-be-in-shape.html' title='To be... Or not to be.... In shape.'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113750758597848902</id><published>2006-01-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:23:05.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin Week 3 Measurements!!</title><content type='html'>Begin/ Week 2/ Current&lt;br /&gt;weight: 176 ~ 172 ~ &lt;strong&gt;168.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bust: 41 ~ 40 1/2 ~  &lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waist: 36 ~ 34 ~ &lt;strong&gt;331/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gut: 43 ~ 42 ~ &lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 45 ~ 44 ~ &lt;strong&gt;44&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt leg: 27 ~ 26 ~ &lt;strong&gt;25 1/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt leg: 26 ~ 26 ~ &lt;strong&gt;25 1/ 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rt arm: 12 ~ 12 ~ &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lt arm: 11 ~ 11 ~ &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/176/135/168/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113750758597848902?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113750758597848902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113750758597848902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113750758597848902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113750758597848902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/begin-week-3-measurements.html' title='Begin Week 3 Measurements!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113750723030756109</id><published>2006-01-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:13:53.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16!!  On to week 3!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, A nice long weekend.. Got my 3 mile in Saturday, my Relax day Sunday, and Monday I got all kinds of steps in!!  I woke up around 8:30- did my video for the 2 miler, cleaned house, went to the mall,cooked dinner, went to Christian Bookstore and came home and relaxed... I ate below my allowed points... So far I haven't reached my max points in a day... &lt;br /&gt;I did my measurements Sunday........... And my husbands....... Which had me giggling.  He is not right!  Every time I would rattle off the inches  he would go "Yeeeeeeeeeeahh" and grunt.  Everyday on this ww it is a adventure with this man!  He is point squeezing master I am sure!  He is looking forward to going back to the meeting tonight.... He (Mr frugal) is buying the cookbook, the dining out book, the smoothes and snack bars.   And here last time the we giggled the whole time hearing the woman behind us munching on the snack bars... Throughout the meeting all we heard was wrappers and crunching!   I have a feeling this time it will be my excited husband munching away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113750723030756109?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113750723030756109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113750723030756109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113750723030756109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113750723030756109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-16-on-to-week-3.html' title='Day 16!!  On to week 3!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113717446804109111</id><published>2006-01-13T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:47:48.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12!!  M &amp; M battle</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaah, Day 12!!  Sounds soo good!   Today I have more energy... went to bed earlier :-)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday~ I forgot to eat tst... and didn't eat til lunch.. ate NASTY bean and rice thing-- had mixed in my grill chicken hoping it would be better... Big mistake!!  I ended up throwing out the whole thing.. amazing what 1/2 cup of funky beans and rice can do to perfectly dry chicken! aaagh trying to not think about it!  I ate a small salad.. found this wonderful dressing!  Kraft.. Light Done Right w/extra virgin Olive Oil.. Zesty Italian.. Reduced fat... you only use 2 tbs and its 25 calories.. I am on ww so I looked it up on my point thingy and its less than 1 point!!   I don't even use the whole 2tsp anyway (yeah, me who usually drowns the salad)But the zesy olive oil part really seems to cover a good size bowl with wonderful flavor!! for basically nothing!!  happy gal!&lt;br /&gt;I walked 5 miles last night with hubby and oldest stepson,and gonna be daughter-in-law.. She is a sweetie!  5 miles!!  We- Sasha and I started doing the arm streach workout things while walking whenever the men slowed down.... I think the sped up so they wouldn't be seen with us.... worked as planned!!  So we got for the most part a power walk out of two unwilling walkers!!&lt;br /&gt;OH, to tattle... MY HUSBAND.... he went to eat with our girls from the youth group at school... he goes to the JVS once a week to eat at "special restraunt" run by students... well he is on 32 point diet a day.... He found out that he gets 36 points free each week........ Was a happy fat boy... ate "honey just a little of each" lasangna, tree salad, potatoes, pasta thing, and probably a 32 point slice of cheese cake with chocolate!!  I do believe his points are gonna be high that day!!  &lt;br /&gt;ME~~~ I sat stared at my desk, stared at my computer, stared at my gut, my hips, walked as much as possible, tried everything I could to not go and buy 70 cent M &amp; M's from the candy machine... I could feel my sugar dropping... (remember I forgot to eat tst w/pnut butter).......... told myself I needed them.. no other sweets here...I dug for a dollar... looked up even on fitday the calorie chart... did my point finder.and was gonna sacrafice my 5 points on one measly bag of M &amp; M's, fought it.. put the dollar back.... then grabbed it and ran to the machine......... Much to my horror and sighing saying OK God.... NO M &amp; M's in the machine!!  Slumped in defeat I went back to my desk and pouted.  Ate a piece of gum (sugar) and continued to be haunted by m &amp; m's......On the way home I had to stop and get OJ becuase it was getting dangerously low... &lt;br /&gt;Today I have learned my lesson... don't skip breakfast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113717446804109111?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113717446804109111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113717446804109111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113717446804109111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113717446804109111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-12-m-m-battle.html' title='Day 12!!  M &amp; M battle'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113708225695294221</id><published>2006-01-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:10:57.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day??? Geesh I don't know..OH. Day 11!!</title><content type='html'>Day 11?? I can't believe how time has flown!! Yeeeha!  I just read a "new" friends blog and was blown away.. She is a awesome woman of God and has me scribbling down passages that I am going to copy onto my index cards for my daily scripture!!  Check out John 5:6-8 and Cor 6:12... You will KNOW exactly what I am talking about!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my miles in and did really good on the Point thing with WW.... My husband.... Looks at it a little different than me.. I had left over points and he was calculating what he could eat to fill out the last 1 point.. He found 10 green olives were a point and went to bed a grinning man.  He is excited about what he gets to eat tomorrow.  Me I am thinking.. OK, I need to make a point to eat cabbage, veggies, and conserve on the junk I really don't need. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Today I did my 2 mile Leslie Sansone.. A gal here at work brought in the one she bought and when we get bored with the one we have we will switch then switch back.. Keeps it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am really tired.. I didn't sleep enough.. &lt;br /&gt;In Kirstens blog I read about Curves.. I think I might do that after my 6 week thing commitment to the LS videos... one good thing about being home is that I don't have to worry about what I look like in too tight workout clothes.. Or the woman infront of me on the treadmill having gas!  Me, Gracie giggling, trying not to gag and losing my "stride" was not a pretty sight that day!!  I can puff my chest out saying that I didn't hit the wall behind me but I sure did have to jump to the "running boards" on the side of the thing to not fall off!!  Everyone of course stared as I laughed watching the little old woman infront of me just keep grinning and running..  I had to move.. Later going to the water aerobics wondering if "gas gal" would be coming in here next.. :-) Jessica (my workout buddy)threaten me when I got her giggling about bubbles.. The instructor was not amused that we burst out laughing when we started doing side leg lifts.  :-)  Oh, well.~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113708225695294221?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113708225695294221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113708225695294221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113708225695294221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113708225695294221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-geesh-i-dont-knowoh-day-11.html' title='Day??? Geesh I don&apos;t know..OH. Day 11!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113700442993053775</id><published>2006-01-11T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:33:49.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned from Weight Watchers Meeting?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first WW meeting... Sim went with me.... NEED I say more??  I know that I had more exercise leaning over saying "shhh" than I did when I walked my mile that morning!!  He was in full form.. Can't say "rare" form because there is nothing rare about it.... He got all excited because his points are 31 and mine are 24  so he rubbed it in that he could eat more...  When they talked about the portion sizes he again began his gleeful elbows showing me his "palm size" meat portion compared to my wimpy small palms.  They talked about ice cream which jerked him up in the seat to listen, when before he was only focusing on distracting me.  At the end of the meeting he said "Man after all that talk about food I'm ready to eat!"  I rolled my eyes and looked around as he grinned at all the women looking at him like he "totally missed the point".&lt;br /&gt;Today.... I did my morning pilates (unstructured busy day)... At work.. I walk to the farthest bathroom (which sometimes its a VERY brisk walk) and ate 2 ww/pnut tst (2pts)**hate crust so actually a good thing now :-) had my daily dose of water... I could fill a pool with all the water I have been drinking lately... For lunch had 1 cup of soup beans-navy- (4pts).. I did get 2pts to add back for my morning activity so was thrilled... &lt;br /&gt;I of course got a call from my better half bragging that he gets to have a 25 pt supper.... MORE than I get all day.... Me I get a cracker and milk.. Naw.. Just joking... I get 20 pts.... I am thinking this point thing is going to start getting competitive with big boy!!  You know what I say..... Bring it on!!  I have learned.. I can gain back my gone points by exercising... (grins) and other stuff... Geesh I meant doing LAUNDRY!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113700442993053775?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113700442993053775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113700442993053775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113700442993053775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113700442993053775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/banned-from-weight-watchers-meeting.html' title='Banned from Weight Watchers Meeting?'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113690633954876903</id><published>2006-01-10T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:18:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really shouldn't have laughed!</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH!!  I have to share!! :-)  &lt;br /&gt;OH, ok get my daily duty thing done... I walked yesterday 2 miles using the Leslie Sansone DVD in the morning.. I was a good girl at work.. Ate my 2 ww toast w/pnut butter in morning.... Drank my billion gal of water (feels like it).... Did my walking... Well at least to the potty every 5 minutes (again felt like it).. Ate half my lunch of chicken noodle.. No snacking (was eyeballing the table to start nawing on by the time I left).... Went to baby shower.. Ate little sloppy Joe- no bread.. Little cheesy potatoes- man did I wanna heap it on but didn't, 4 chips.. Just the icing off the cake..Went home.. And hubby and I went on a 4 mile walk........ OK erase from your head the cake part... &lt;grins&gt; hypnosis... I did not eat it.... &lt;grins&gt; OK, OK I did!!  But...... Just the icing!  I couldn't help it!! I am telling you... I could SMELL the chocolate!!  It was like a moose mating call just drawing me closer into the arrow range!... Hmm maybe I need to start wearing swimmers nose plugs to our potluck.. Man can these women cook!!  At least at my house the smell of burning keeps your from eating too much.... Just joking.. kinda.. Well at least now! &lt;grins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now to what I have to share.............. &lt;giggles&gt; You should have saw what I saw!! Let me paint a picture.. My wonderful, sweet, extremely sexy husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;grins&gt;  I got home late from the shower.. Around 8:30, he was waiting for me so we could walk together.  I said "you should wear the workout belly belt thing"  He said "na" then asked if I was wearing mine.  I was.  I ran down to get his from the workout room.. Opened the box and held it out... He was standing there in the kitchen with his shirt pulled up.  I looked at the belt in my hand and his belly and started laughing.  I KNOW- I KNOW I shouldn't have!!!  But this belt was approx 2ft long pulled apart and he was grinning at me with his "baby" pushed out in what resembled a shoulder drooped budda pose.  In between giggles I said suck it in.. He looked offended, "I am!"  I just laughed harder! I am laughing NOW thinking about it!  I said "no think of your belly button touching your spine"  He looked horrified.. "That's a whole lot of space between my belly button and spine!"  I draped my arms around his back.. And got it to stretch to his sides... "Baby" still sticking out... I pulled, he gasped, eventually he grabbed it, stretched, pulled, sucked and velcro it haphazardly in place.. I was crying by then.. The pan on the hutch shifted making a noise and set me into fits again.. I thought "man if that velcro doesn't hold its gonna blow and something will get broken in here!"  My hubby grinned like a proud kid who just made a touch down and shooed me out the door.  About 40 feet away I looked over and he looked pained.. I giggled and told him to take it off.. It was pulling his belly hair, squeezing his gut so much that his lungs had no room and I heard a tale-tale rip every so often in the velcro coming from him.. He kept it on.   &lt;grin&gt;  Stubborn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113690633954876903?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113690633954876903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113690633954876903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113690633954876903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113690633954876903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-shouldnt-have-laughed.html' title='I really shouldn&apos;t have laughed!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113682254779724220</id><published>2006-01-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:06:40.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin Week 2 Weigh and Measure in.........</title><content type='html'>Wooohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;       Begin/ then Now!!&lt;br /&gt;weight: 176  ~   172&lt;br /&gt;bust:    41  ~    40 1/2&lt;br /&gt;waist:   36  ~    34&lt;br /&gt;Gut:     43  ~    42&lt;br /&gt;Hips:    45  ~    44&lt;br /&gt;Rt leg:  27  ~    26&lt;br /&gt;Lt leg:  26  ~    26&lt;br /&gt;Rt arm:  12  ~    12 &lt;br /&gt;Lt arm:  11  ~    11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL INCHES LOST: 5 1/2 INCHES!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT LOSS: 4 LBS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the idea someone gave me to take a piece of yarn and measure out how many inches I have lost since the first day... put a tape piece on the end saying (in 1 week) then next week take how many lost since day one  and put just in 2 weeks!!  I wanna see that baby grow!!  gonna hang it on the wall or on the fridge!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113682254779724220?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113682254779724220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113682254779724220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113682254779724220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113682254779724220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/begin-week-2-weigh-and-measure-in.html' title='Begin Week 2 Weigh and Measure in.........'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113682198902663583</id><published>2006-01-09T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T07:53:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8- Still seeing spots when done</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, refreshed after a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;OK- Saturday.. I was suppose to walk 2 miles.... Well we had the men over from the Men's home.. And ended up cooking, goofing off and waited til 9 pm to walk!! So I did a 1 mile workout video... :-( was upset til afterwards.. It really kicked my bottom, It was a new one I hadn't tried!  It felt great.. &lt;br /&gt;This week will be a little more challenging... I have to make sure I drink 8 oz of water at these times&lt;br /&gt;wake up- before walk-after walk-before breakfast-after breakfast- before lunch-after lunch- before snack- after snack- before supper- after supper- before snack-after snack- before bed.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH-- I am gonna be like a walking water ball!!  :-) Prayer request... That I don't pop or pee the bed!! hehe &lt;br /&gt;OH.............. Good news!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christian Fit Women group is in full swing!!  We are working on eliminating a billion emails.... By having a yahoo board!!  I will put the link on the side.. &lt;br /&gt;Check out all my new friends blogs!!  They are a hoot to know- and I guarantee that you will appreciate each one!  So keep up with us "fittin" Christ lovin women as we journey on to becoming all that God wants us to be!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113682198902663583?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113682198902663583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113682198902663583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113682198902663583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113682198902663583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-8-still-seeing-spots-when-done.html' title='Day 8- Still seeing spots when done'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113656538690300676</id><published>2006-01-06T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T08:36:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 ~ Support groups!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was suppose to have a "busy day..." Well I did the early morning Pilates and last night tackled Taebo.......... omgosh, what was I thinking??  I walked for about 10 minutes on the treadmill and then rode the bike for about 10 then thought, ok this is just boring me... So brilliant me thought I will do a workout tape... I looked at the 8 minute workout and felt like a wimp so did the full workout..By the time I lifted my wobbly legs for the last kick... I was sweating,groaning, and thinking that the never ending workout guy has some secret glee in knowing that some out of shape woman at home watching this and looking like a puppet on strings with legs flopping everywhere.   OH, and the steps leading up from the basement where I have my "workout room" I am sure multiplied while I was in there!!  I did sleep like a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;Today... I am so excited.. Awoke to go down and walk for 25 minutes- 1 mile- ate protein this morning, and checked my email... Yesterday I went to 3fatchicks (just love the name, hehe) and posted a "does anyone want to make a 6 week commitment with me" in a Christian support thread.... &lt;br /&gt;So far I have met 5 wonderful women who are willing to help eachother out... Lift each other up in prayer, hold the other accountable, blog, or journal this experience and really open up to eachother!!  I feel the presence of God all in this!!&lt;br /&gt;You know....This is about stretching.... About growing.... About taking control over the flesh... Treating Gods temple with respect...  Earlier I said in a email, that grow.. In my faith &amp; discipline.... :-) hopefully I shrink in other areas during the process!!  &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to meeting, growing, praying and enduring with these fellow Christian warriors who are taking back what has been stolen from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.. I have a notecard with their names, prayer requests on it.. While I am working out, going thru my day I will be lifting these women before His throne in agreement with them.   I KNOW that thru Christ we can do anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113656538690300676?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113656538690300676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113656538690300676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113656538690300676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113656538690300676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-5-support-groups.html' title='Day 5 ~ Support groups!!'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113647167022935808</id><published>2006-01-05T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T06:34:30.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband  ~ Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-bbman/lb/284/210/284/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113647167022935808?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113647167022935808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113647167022935808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113647167022935808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113647167022935808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-husband-beginning.html' title='My husband  ~ Beginning'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113646922542778070</id><published>2006-01-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:53:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it ok to sleep while working out??~ Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today is "busy day~ unstructured" in this 6 week workout plan.... So I didn't walk.  I wanted to get up still so I wouldn't break the routine.  I am believing the 21 days of doing something and it becomes a habit... So my habit I want to form is getting up at 5:45 and working out til 6:30 every weekday morning.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did "Pilates for Dummies"  I really like it.. Had done it before for only a week and could see results!  I quit back then because the snooze button was way to easy to hit.  Well now, my husband who gets up to get in the shower at 5:45 wakes me before getting out of the bed.  So I have to get up... Holding me accountable!!  I like it! Wired huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... My problem this morning was battling napping in between the workout sets... Not that the marine sgt, energy girl would let me!  I heard ok, lean back curl your back and relax.... I got excited.... But 2 seconds later she says "OK, next the corkscrew." Making me grumble and huff into the next torture movements.  I have realized that I have no stomach muscle... I am not sure what is taking up so much room there.... But it is definitely not muscle!  I felt like a string size muscle was screaming while I tried to keep my hips still, shoulders up, legs straight and make small circles with my toes... Doesn't sound hard... But me doing multi task with what I have to work with is down right dangerous.  I thought about how I am glad no one can see me workout..... But a small little part of me thinks, It sure would be nice to have someone just as equally out of shape as me grunting and groaning too!! :-) Make me feel better knowing someone else was being tortured too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113646922542778070?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113646922542778070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113646922542778070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113646922542778070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113646922542778070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-ok-to-sleep-while-working-out.html' title='Is it ok to sleep while working out??~ Day 4'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113638501459916542</id><published>2006-01-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:32:43.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I ever buy a measuring tape?</title><content type='html'>Today is Day 3......... So far so good.  This morning I walked 1 mile in 23 minutes, drank my water like I was suppose too, and didn't fall off the treadmill!  Yesterday morning I had a little scare... I have determined that I can not walk on a treadmill, take a drink of water while listening to headsets.  I about dropped my open water bottle, knocked my CD player off, tried to catch it before it hit and stumbled..... Was not pretty!  My husband who lovenly calls me Gracie has thought about investing in xtra insurance during my 6 week makeover adventure.  I can't say I blame him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I promised my measurements..... :-(  Why I said I would put this on a blog.... I don't know.. Obviously I didn't think that I would have to keep unwinding that tape so many times!! OK- I said real....... geesh&lt;br /&gt;Wt-176 (Oh yeah.. Yesterday I said it was lower... Which it was a  month ago at the doctors... But when I bought the dreaded tape, I also bought new batteries for the scale..... Why did I ever go to the store??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corina's &lt;strong&gt;temporary&lt;/strong&gt; Measurements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weight- 176 lbs&lt;br /&gt;bust- 41 in&lt;br /&gt;waist- 36 in&lt;br /&gt;gut- 43 in (not technical I know, but its the baby gut...12 years running)&lt;br /&gt;hips- 45 in (oh, that was a real depressing moment!)&lt;br /&gt;rt leg- 27 in&lt;br /&gt;lt leg- 26 in&lt;br /&gt;rt arm- 12 in&lt;br /&gt;lt arm- 11 in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-- Now I am gonna go hide.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113638501459916542?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113638501459916542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113638501459916542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113638501459916542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113638501459916542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-did-i-ever-buy-measuring-tape.html' title='Why did I ever buy a measuring tape?'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480507.post-113630011611089683</id><published>2006-01-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:57:07.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk away the Pounds</title><content type='html'>woooooooooo, It is only day 2 and I am feeling it!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up, drank coffee and then walked a mile in 30 minutes. I was so happy to see in the workout book that I could have 2 cups of coffee a day!!  Praise God!  This morning I woke up at 5:45 and went down stairs and walked another mile in 28 minutes.  Me, the NON morning person, actually looked forward to it so much that I could hardly fall asleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Today, while typing in my other Blog... I thought hmmmm I should be "real" in my war against my flesh that I have declared.&lt;br /&gt;Ok everybody...... I weigh 172 lbs am 5'7, 33 years old and wayyyyyyyyyy to chubby!!  I don't have my measurements yet.... Can't find my tape measure... :-) maybe God didn't want me to get depressed with all of the weight and inches I have put on in that past few years.... &lt;br /&gt;Another "secret"  I weighed 171 lbs when I gave birth, both times!!  OMGOSH if seeing the scale reach past that wasn't a wakeup call nothing is!!  So here I am ... Declaring war on this flesh.... Join me in my journey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.3fatchicks.com/weight-tracker/img/bar-steps/slider-hearts/lb/174/135/174/.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480507-113630011611089683?l=corinasworkout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/feeds/113630011611089683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480507&amp;postID=113630011611089683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113630011611089683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480507/posts/default/113630011611089683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/2006/01/walk-away-pounds.html' title='Walk away the Pounds'/><author><name>Corina Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202750927221144584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vfi-uAaRKa4/TKt-YKpCWeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9CQxE-cEFMs/S220/mypic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
