<?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-1416380181756686105</id><updated>2012-01-08T05:54:13.030-08:00</updated><category term='scenes from my coastal tour of Monterrey Bay'/><title type='text'>Big Girl, Big Life</title><subtitle type='html'>One woman's journey to physical well-being through spiritual rejuvenation, intentional consumption, and focused expenditures of energy (eating right, exercising and prayer!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-4909478499503282230</id><published>2012-01-08T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:54:13.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibram Five Finger</title><content type='html'>I took my barefoot lifestyle to a whole new level this week when I purchased a pair of Vibram Five Finger barefoot shoes. &amp;nbsp;If you haven't seen a pair yet, they are shoes with separate toe spaces. &amp;nbsp;The look like mittens for your feet. &amp;nbsp;I love my new barefoot shoes. &amp;nbsp;I walk in them, run in them and wear them every chance I get. &amp;nbsp;I'm looking forward to wearing them in Mexico for the three-day walk. &amp;nbsp;Here's a &lt;a href="http://vibramfivefingers.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the website to see for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-4909478499503282230?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4909478499503282230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=4909478499503282230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4909478499503282230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4909478499503282230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/vibram-five-finger.html' title='Vibram Five Finger'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6798130253323400531</id><published>2012-01-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:45:17.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>The Year is 2012. &amp;nbsp;It will be a fantastic year for me. Here are my goals, in no certain order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read/Fastidiously-&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My reading challenge will be to read something for my pure enjoyment and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;edification once a month&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi/Lingual-&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My goal for this year is to become conversational in Spanish and Haitian Creole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BODY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk/Barefoot- &lt;i&gt;I plan to improve my posture, foot health, and overall fitness stamina by going barefoot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;as often as possible, but especially when I walk or run my three miles a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squat/Regularly-&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;In place of sitting in conventional chairs, I plan to sit on either my mostly deflated&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; fitness ball or tailor sit on the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing/Kettle-&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My weight training will consist of swinging the kettle bell with increasing reps and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;increasing weights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat/To live- &lt;i&gt;I will choose my foods based on my metabolic and energy needs and less on cravings,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; habit, social pressure,or boredom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPIRIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe/Silence- &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will seek out daily meditative silence, and solitude and cultivate the discipline&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;of practiced deep breathing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a prosperous and fabulous New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6798130253323400531?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6798130253323400531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6798130253323400531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6798130253323400531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6798130253323400531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-1292202658281587609</id><published>2011-12-31T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:05:58.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>My journey toward weight loss has been ongoing. &amp;nbsp;For several months, I was in Weight Watchers and it was working for me- until I lost my job, could no longer afford the monthly fees, and was booted out. &amp;nbsp;I could feel the few pounds I lost on WW creep back on in the two months since I've not has access. &amp;nbsp;I just finished reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall. &amp;nbsp;My friend Morningstar suggested it since it was about Indians of Mexico, near where we will be going for a pilgrimage in January (more on that later). &amp;nbsp;The book really changed my view about running, and even inspired me to try it. &amp;nbsp;I have been an avid walker for years and have been trying to boost my endurance for the five day pilgrimage in Mexico where I'll be walking up to 20 miles a day. &amp;nbsp;Strangely enough, the book also got me rethinking my diet. &amp;nbsp;I've been on a journey for years trying to discover the correct way for ME to eat. This book gave me some serious clues. &amp;nbsp;I have made progress now in a couple of areas. &amp;nbsp;I'm an avid water drinker- it is now my drink of choice. &amp;nbsp;I crave greens and try to eat them daily. &amp;nbsp;I still go back and forth on the consumption of meat. &amp;nbsp;I still think juicing is important. &amp;nbsp;I'm happy to cut back on dairy and increase my whole grain, beans, fruit, and vegetable consumption. &amp;nbsp;I find that I'm having to change some of my assumptions about food, and learn ways to prepare foods that I want to add to my diet. &amp;nbsp;It is a fun and challenging experiment. &amp;nbsp;Add to the complexity that I live with seven other people who just want me to cook like I always used to- although two of my six kids have become vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will continue my daily 3 mile walking/running circuit. &amp;nbsp;Add a daily free weight work out for replacing some of this fat with muscle. &amp;nbsp;Boost greens, grains, and beans and juicing- and decrease dairy and meat. &amp;nbsp;I can feel my body changing with this plan. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful to be learning more and more about what works for me. &amp;nbsp;My body feels like an ally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-1292202658281587609?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1292202658281587609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=1292202658281587609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1292202658281587609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1292202658281587609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2011/12/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8980887858859960842</id><published>2011-03-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:16:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Pineapple</title><content type='html'>Today my morning juice was a recipe of fresh pineapple, red and green grapes, and spinach. I'm finding that a little bit of alkaline vegetable juice cuts some of the acidity/sweetness of my fruit juices for a nice balanced and fresh flavor. I usually use celery for this effect, but I've been experimenting with fresh spinach and I like how it mellows the juices. Most of the recipies call for half a glass of juice and the rest water, but I haven't been doing that. The impact on my colon results in a laxative effect. I'm not sure if its because I'm consuming too much fruit juice or what. I'm only drinking one glass a day. I plan to go on experimenting with my new juice book. I also walked with weights yesterday at the mall. My plan is juice for breakfast, raw at lunch, and vegetarian or vegan at dinner. I'm trying to make a plan that is workable for me, without feeling deprived. I find my morning juices are a great way to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8980887858859960842?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8980887858859960842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8980887858859960842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8980887858859960842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8980887858859960842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2011/03/green-pineapple.html' title='Green Pineapple'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8695601331494679200</id><published>2011-03-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:10:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Juice</title><content type='html'>My odessey continues as I try to do this weight loss thing. My latest kick: I went to see the movie, "May I be Frank" and found a new epiphany. I loved this &lt;a href="http://mayibefrankmovie.com/"&gt;movie &lt;/a&gt;(see the link to its homepage). I was so inspired that I made a 40 day plan for myself and I've been scurring around putting the pieces into place (more about that on an upcoming post). I made myself a nice glass of green juice this morning. I've been really getting into juicing these past frw months and want to make it a daily discipline. When I went to the screening of the movie, they served this juice and handed out the recipe. I loved it and couldn't wait to make it at home. The recipe is so simple: 2 granny smith apples, a nice juicy lemon, and a couple handfuls of spinach. Yummy! My first green juice. I had been reluctnant to add greens until I tried this concoction. I'm drinking a lovely green juice right now and I do love the way fresh juice makes my body feel, all tingly and alive. I strain the juice into a glass of ice to cut down on the foam. So fresh juice is my daily breakfast. I'm trying to incorporate it into lunch as well. Next on my to do list: Raw food. I found a nice website &lt;a href="http://www.rawmazing.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to start me off. I'm also headed to the bookstore today to find a raw foods cookbook. Right now, I'm off to the mall to walk. I'm learning to enjoy the journey. I want to enjoy everyday of my weight loss journey, not just pine to be thin. I want to enjoy my body and my size whatever size I am. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8695601331494679200?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8695601331494679200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8695601331494679200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8695601331494679200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8695601331494679200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2011/03/green-juice.html' title='Green Juice'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6997486111212157184</id><published>2010-05-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:40:15.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Food and God</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a fabulous book, "Women, Food and God" by Geneen Roth.  I saw her on Oprah earlier this week, and it just so happened that I had picked up her book in a bookstore the previous week and flipped through it.  I went back the next day and purchased it.  It has been a very good read.  I feel as though I got the exact same message when I read, " The Power of Now" by Eckart Tolle.  Both books have confirmed my internal wisdom about the folly of diets.  (I purchased the 'Biggest Loser' books but have never read them.)  I believe I can and will lose weight by being more conscious in my eating.  The one thing I have taken from Geneen's book, is self kindness.  I have become kinder to myself.  An interesting offshoot of that, is that I am kinder to others as well.  The other big change in my life?  Getting back to gardening.  My mental health is greatly improved to same degree that I spend time in my garden.  I feel more balanced, more even.  Who would have thought digging in the dirt would accomplish that?  Still losing weight even if in tiny bits.  Will review the Roth book when I finish reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6997486111212157184?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6997486111212157184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6997486111212157184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6997486111212157184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6997486111212157184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-food-and-god.html' title='Women, Food and God'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-9055815515536987283</id><published>2010-03-07T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:15:09.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modest Loser</title><content type='html'>The year is off to a grand start.  I've been keeping my committment to myself to work out 30 minutes  a day, and eat more consciously.  My consumption has become less mindless and automatic as I really think about everything I put into my mouth.  I'm thrilled with my modest weight loss this past month.  I'm taking a look at the biggest loser diet and how it works to give myself some bounderies.  I appears very doable, even though I've resisted diets in the past.  I'm considering giving it a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-9055815515536987283?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/9055815515536987283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=9055815515536987283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/9055815515536987283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/9055815515536987283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/modest-loser.html' title='Modest Loser'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-1427768749218606638</id><published>2010-01-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:50:43.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender, the Glad Discipline</title><content type='html'>The busyness of teaching has interrupted my routines.  I still write, perhaps my most important discipline of all.  I'm making good food choices- when I get time to eat.  Yesterday, my teaching schedule was so busy, I didn't get to sit down and each lunch until 5:30 pm.  Exercise has been scant, and early morning quiet times few.  When this month of teaching is past, I'll get back on track.  Even off track, my clothes are fitting better, so I'm making a little progress.  I'm learning to surrender to each moment.  This way whatever choice I make is the choice that serves me.  Whatever happens, I choose it, whatever I choose, happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-1427768749218606638?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1427768749218606638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=1427768749218606638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1427768749218606638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1427768749218606638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/01/surrender-glad-discipline.html' title='Surrender, the Glad Discipline'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8338619284700538170</id><published>2010-01-03T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:48:09.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals of 2010</title><content type='html'>A new year means new resolve, and I am resolved to live a better life, and to be a better me.  In that vein, behold my goals of 2010, in no certain order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;complete my masters in nursing education (Dec 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;publish my book (currently 50% completed, and headed in proposal form to an agent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;improve my Spanish (I'm hoping language school in Mexico will be a part of acheiving this goal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase revenue in my business (I have a specific dollar amount in mind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a monthly date night with my husband and one weekend getaway this year (my only goal dependent on another person's participation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surrender to now (more on that later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose 5 pounds per month via conscious eating and intentional exercise (what this blog is all about)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's my list.  A perfect seven.  Not too short nor too long.  It includes goals for the body, mind, and spirit.  It seeks improvement for both my inner and outer aspects.  Some are solitary pursuits, and others demand partnerships.  I look forward to the year ahead with great expectation and promise.  I run with my arms wide open to embrace it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8338619284700538170?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8338619284700538170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8338619284700538170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8338619284700538170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8338619284700538170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-of-2010.html' title='Goals of 2010'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3161724157266076675</id><published>2009-12-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:45:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Meat-Free Feast</title><content type='html'>My church has what is called, "Dinner for Eight."  Four couples get together for dinner once a month for 6 months to get to know one another.  The couples are selected at random and after  months, they are shuffled again and new groups are formed.  Well I hosted our small gathering this past weekend for a superb Greek dinner.  I selected a Greek theme because it could be vegetarian without the absence of meat being obvious.  I made spanikopita (spinach pastries) from a recipe I learned when I worked at a Greek restaurant in my early 20s.  I also made falafel (garbonzo bean patties) which my kids love.  Finally I made a farina custard wrapped in phyllo dough for dessert.  I also selected a red and a white wine, and sparkling mineral water.  One of my guests made homemade pita bread (which was wonderful), Greek olives, and sliced vegetables to go in the pita (with the falafel).  Another brought pita chips and hummus (along with a lovely tray of baklava). The final couple brought a delicious lentil rice salad and a yummy homemade tabouli. It was quite a spread.  Beautiful to look at, delicious, filling and complete.  We had a lovely time.  Usually a game is played after the meal, so during the week, I made 100 'conversation cards' with interesting and fun questions on them.  I went to a bookstore to purchase some, but I didn't find what I wanted so I decided to make my own.  I love good conversation and this turned out the be really fun.  A truly lovely evening, one that should be repeated again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3161724157266076675?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3161724157266076675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3161724157266076675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3161724157266076675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3161724157266076675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-meat-free-feast.html' title='Another Meat-Free Feast'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-452938156271024508</id><published>2009-12-17T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:23:56.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routines</title><content type='html'>My daily quiet times have been fabulous.  I've been working on a two hour regimen to start each day off productively.  I start each morning with quiet meditation.  During this meditative time, I light a candle and incense and breath deeply.  I read from my Bible a bit, and  then move on to journaling, which has been a long time practice of mine (since I was about 18).  I read from my affirmation cards, then a chapter from an inspirational or self help book. Right now I'm reading Eckhart Tolle's "The Power of Now."  When my quiet time is complete, I write 1-2 pages on the book I'm working on.  This is followed by my exercise regimen.  I do yoga one day, aerobics with weights the next.  I hope to keep up this simple regimen into the new year.  I enjoy my mornings so much more now.  It starts my day on a positive path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-452938156271024508?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/452938156271024508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=452938156271024508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/452938156271024508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/452938156271024508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-routines.html' title='Daily Routines'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-2040715334062547794</id><published>2009-11-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:08:44.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenes from my coastal tour of Monterrey Bay'/><title type='text'>Photos from my trip to Monterrey California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/Svbs8MeLzDI/AAAAAAAAANo/QRulJwg6vKk/s1600-h/010_16A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401765307827837890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/Svbs7X0bW8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/YdEJnPiXAJw/s320/004_22A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/Svbs7BDlJ8I/AAAAAAAAANI/TzYHXER0jNA/s1600-h/002_24A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401765301717379010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/Svbs7BDlJ8I/AAAAAAAAANI/TzYHXER0jNA/s320/002_24A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-2040715334062547794?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2040715334062547794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=2040715334062547794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2040715334062547794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2040715334062547794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/11/photos-from-my-trip-to-monterrey.html' title='Photos from my trip to Monterrey California'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/Svbs8MeLzDI/AAAAAAAAANo/QRulJwg6vKk/s72-c/010_16A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6195034643022440343</id><published>2009-10-24T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:30:40.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And Reverie</title><content type='html'>I got into my little rented car today and drove in a circuitous route on a road tour that took me along the coast and through coastal forest.  It was absolutely beautiful.  Hoping to post pictures of my sites when I return.  YoYo Ma and Bethoven played on the radio as as I looped up and down narrow roads.  I saw birds I had never seen before, and seals lying fat and placid on rocks sunning themselves.  Trees as twisted contortionists made so by ocean salt breezes.  All too lovely to adequately describe.  The land reached out and embraced me and kissed my cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6195034643022440343?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6195034643022440343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6195034643022440343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6195034643022440343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6195034643022440343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-reverie.html' title='...And Reverie'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8852907032193487677</id><published>2009-10-24T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:03:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverie</title><content type='html'>Here in lovely Monterey Bay California for a conference.  I get to walk white sand beaches and enjoy wonderful vegetarian meals.  What a nice reprieve after a month too busy to allow myself the kindness of a morning cup of tea. I'll soak it all in, and take my rental care on a drive along the coast, stopping to take pictures and feel the sand beneath my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8852907032193487677?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8852907032193487677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8852907032193487677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8852907032193487677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8852907032193487677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/reverie.html' title='Reverie'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-4993880221996531036</id><published>2009-10-10T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:41:57.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>Our 17 year old cat, Indigo passed away quietly at home yesterday. We found her late in the afternoon on our bed where she had snuggled up to nap. She never woke up. When our son Greg was 14 (now 31), his friend found Indigo as a kitten abandoned in a box in an alley en route to our house. He heard her meowing and picked her up and brought her to us. She's been ours ever since.&lt;br /&gt;She was a very wild kitten, earning herself the nickname "Crazyhead" She had 2 litters of kittens early in life, and then settled down to become the mellow stranger-shy cat we grew to love. Her secret to longevity? She was an indoor cat, who didn't like to over exert herself. Many years ago, she had to have surgery that cost us $1,000 and I told her she had to live at least until we paid off the bill. She happily complied. She was always good for a snuggle, loved a good head scratch and enjoyed a high quality of life up until the end. The day she died, I saw her last in the kitchen eating her morning meal of catfood and water, while the dog and our other cat, Carl, patiently waited their turns until she was finished. She was very arthritic and slow moving, but the other animals aways gave way for her. She was always the matriarch of our animal family and beloved by our human family. She will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indigo "Crazyhead" Payne&lt;br /&gt;date of birth: unknown&lt;br /&gt;deceased: October 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: People have asked where we got the name Indigo. At the time she came to us, I was reading Ntzoke Shange's novel, "Sassafras, Cypress, and Indigo" a story of 3 sisters. Indigo was a midwife. It seemed to fit. I think the name Crazyhead came from the baby of the family at that time, Evan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-4993880221996531036?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4993880221996531036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=4993880221996531036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4993880221996531036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4993880221996531036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6805908535817561622</id><published>2009-10-04T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:33:02.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weighty Matters</title><content type='html'>I started a new workout with weights and love it.  It's a workout on video called "Turbo Jam" and it's a very do-able 40 minute workout that uses hand-held weights.  I use my 5 pounders, but you could also start with 3 pounds.  The workout includes some mat work stretching at the end.  I've also been using the Tai Chi CD I purchased with my birthday gift certificate.  I've been really happy with my home workouts, so much so, I may not renew that gym membership- not just yet anyway.  I do try to fit in some yoga about 3 times a week as well.  I have a huge challenge for the month of October.  Ordering my mornings carefully so that I have adequate times in the morning for workouts during this my heavy teaching month.  It's too easy to get bogged down in class prep and grading papers and skip my exercise.  My goal is to be better prepped and organized so that I have those all important mornings for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6805908535817561622?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6805908535817561622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6805908535817561622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6805908535817561622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6805908535817561622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighty-matters.html' title='Weighty Matters'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8407025247110934901</id><published>2009-10-03T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:22:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books that want me to write them</title><content type='html'>When I grow up I want to be a writer.  These are the books I want to write- so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a how to guide for homebirth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book that encourages African-American women to breastfeed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book that tells healthcare professionals how to encourage African-American women to breastfeed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book that chronicles my families recipes and matriarchs over three or four generations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book for healthcare providers on giving appropriate care to African-Americans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book of ideas on how to teach OB nursing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book of my poetry (or two or three or four...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an interracial romance (or two or three or four...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;many more as yet unknown to me, but soon to be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Like a pot simmering on a stove, these books bubble up inside of me and threaten to spill out onto the written page, so everyday, I write just a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8407025247110934901?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8407025247110934901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8407025247110934901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8407025247110934901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8407025247110934901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-that-want-me-to-write-them.html' title='Books that want me to write them'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8242605735693193567</id><published>2009-10-02T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:03:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Journey</title><content type='html'>I am a serial journaler.  I written journals since about the age of 18.  I have boxes and boxes of old journals hidden away in the basement.  I can't seem to stop detailing my life in journals.  All this has spiritual and therapeutic value I suppose.  Mainly it just keeps me writing, and write I must.  I suspect I was born to be a writer but just keep getting distracted by other things.  Yesterday, I started a new prayer journal.  The previous one lasted 4 years.  I took a trip down memory lane as I read old passages in it.  It shows how far I've come in the last 4 years in meeting my goals and developing as a person.  I love seeing that progress in print- in my own handwriting.  As I begin my new journal, I'm assured of the growth in my life that it will chronicle.  New challenges to overcome, new goals to set, adventures to manifest- I embrace whatever comes to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8242605735693193567?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8242605735693193567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8242605735693193567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8242605735693193567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8242605735693193567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/journal-journey.html' title='Journal Journey'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5852153613258596771</id><published>2009-09-28T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:52:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Bliss</title><content type='html'>For my birthday, some friends got me a gift certificate to Barnes and Nobles (a bookstore).  I carved out a leisurely two hours to spend it last week.  The only thing on my agenda was perhaps some poetry, and a tai chi CD.  For a bibliofile like myself, this was pure bliss.  My husband and I go to bookstores for our datenights.  Having two hours alone in a bookstore is like lovemaking for my mind.  Every time I'm in a bookstore, that phrase reverberates in my head, 'write the books you want to read.'  I compose many a book in my head, when I'm in a bookstore it's a reminder that many people write books- even ordinary people like me- it can be done.  I'm reminded of this especially when I peruse the romance section and don't find the genre of romance that I like.  I have better luck in the poetry section and pick up a slim volume of Charles Bukowski.  I find several vegetarian cookbooks, but choose instead a couple of cooking magazines.  One is full of Italian recipes, and I feel another cultural cooking binge coming on.  With my French and Mexican binges behind me, it may be time to go Italian.  I stop to look at the language books.  Learning Spanish has been on my to do list for years.  I pass them by to look at the self help books- another favorite of mine.  I also peruse the classics (novels) and healthy lifestyle shelves.  I dabble in the music section- I'm not really buying music, just books, that I can see and hold and smell.  Finally with my mind made up, I take the escalators back upstairs to pick up four blank books.  I tell myself I'll get started on the books I'm supposed to write.  I have so little time at the computer for writing, the blank books I can slip into my purse and write anytime I feel the urge.  There's a writer in me trying to emerge, one of my many voices trying to be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5852153613258596771?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5852153613258596771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5852153613258596771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5852153613258596771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5852153613258596771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-bliss.html' title='Book Bliss'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3302505987041132642</id><published>2009-09-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:08:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanofile Family Adventure</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my family and I participated in an annual ritual.  We attended the Japan Festival at a local college.  We are long time Japanofiles and love it.  Our three daughters penpal (or now facebook) with two Japanese/American sisters whose parents are missionaries to Japan.  Our sons have been involved in martial arts and enjoy the demonstrations, one is really into Manga and Anime.  And I am an absolute freak for the Taiko drums.  What you've never heard of Taiko drums?  This Japanese style of drum music is amazing.  The drummers in bright colorful costumes use their entire bodies in intricate, but deliberate and physical style to beat these massive drums that are elevated on stands and beat with sticks.  I love Taiko drumming and would love to take lessons some day.  I don't know of a group in my city except at the high school level.  For now, I'm content with learning the jimbe (hand drum).  Anyway, I enjoy the drum performances and dance performances, along with tea ceremonies and kimono demonstrations.  And of course there is the food.  Most of my kids enjoy sushi.  I'm still getting used to the fishy taste of seaweed, but I enjoy a little sushi every now and then too.  What I most like is the rice.  It's slightly sweet and sticky and with a little teryaki sauce dribbled over it, I could eat it by the bowlfuls.  As usual, I didn't get to do, see, or hear nearly as much as I wanted too, but I had a great time.  It's so good for the soul, to get to do the things we enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3302505987041132642?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3302505987041132642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3302505987041132642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3302505987041132642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3302505987041132642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/japanofile-family-adventure.html' title='Japanofile Family Adventure'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-2407585520782871916</id><published>2009-09-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:30:03.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Party Like it's my Birthday</title><content type='html'>I had the lovliest day yesterday.  I started at 5am.  Up to complete a homework assignment for my online class.  It felt liberating to get it done.  Then to the office for an hour or so, then on the road to check on students at a clinical site.  A quick stop at the Wyandotte County health department.  The students were eager to share their experiences.  Next stop: Truman Hospital.  My niece was having surgery.  She was already in surgery when I arrived but I visited with my sister, aunt and another niece in the waiting room.  A second aunt works at the hospital, so I stopped by her office to visit her as well.  It was a treat to see two aunts in one day!  After leaving the hospital, I joined my son for lunch at Mildred's, downtown coffeeshop.  We shared a fabulous baked brie with brown sugar and almonds served with grapes and toast points, along with our spinach and feta salads.  He caught me up on his work on the school board and I told him about my work with my nursing students.  Speaking of nursing students- it was time to head to Olathe Head Start to check on the second group.  From downtown to Olathe is 30 minutes of straight highway driving, blaring my radio the whole way!  After checking on students and doing some pre-planning with the Head Start nurses for next month, I headed back to the office to finish up some work.  My male torso anatomical model had arrived (new toy!).  I'll use it during my male anatomy lecture- already have the female one.  I sat them side by side to admire them.   Left quickly for the day to do some shopping at the Oak Park Mall a couple of blocks away.  I stocked up on make up and found the perfect dress for my birthday celebration.  Also brought fish net stockings to go with the dress.  Spent more than I planned but was pleased with my findings.  Headed home to get ready.  I looked fabulous (I forgot to take pictures so you'll have to take my word for it).  Hubby and I headed off to the museum to meet our friends.  We had a lovely knowledgeable docent give us a wonderful tour of the American Gallery.  Afterwards we had a fantastic dinner in Rozelle Court, the museum restaurant (one of my absolute favorites).  I had roasted garlic shrimp salad, and trout stuffed with crab meat.  For dessert, the restaurant prepared a delicious chocolate cake for us.  We had a fantastic time.  It was lovely to reconnect with friends and family (my mom was with us).   After the museum closed, my husband and I drove over to see friends who had been invited, but couldn't come.  We took our leftover cake to their house, where we found them playing scrabble with some of their adult kids.  We fed them all cake and visited, and their lovely youngest daughter played songs for me on her harp.  Then we headed home and shared the last of the cake with our kids, who of course were still up.  It was a wonderful birthday.  I look forward to what another year will hold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-2407585520782871916?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2407585520782871916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=2407585520782871916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2407585520782871916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2407585520782871916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/gonna-party-like-its-my-birthday.html' title='Gonna Party Like it&apos;s my Birthday'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3176858043034713686</id><published>2009-09-18T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:02:07.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>In the true spirit of birthdays- I believe in acknowledgment and celebration.  Today, after work, I will celebrate my birthday with a small gathering of friends at the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art.  I have arranged for a small private tour in the American Painting Gallery. After our private tour, we'll have a lovely dinner in the splendor of Rozelle Court- also at the Nelson.  I'm so looking forward to this year's celebration with a few other 'long married' couples.  It's been a fabulous life, and the best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3176858043034713686?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3176858043034713686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3176858043034713686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3176858043034713686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3176858043034713686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3014031512144915879</id><published>2009-09-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:06:26.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DQT</title><content type='html'>So glad I got back in the habit of my DQT (daily quiet time).  Right now my ritual is to listen to my hypnosis tape, then light a candle and do some meditation, read a snippet from Victoria Moran's "Living a Charmed Life" while having a cup of hot tea (right now I'm really into chocolate chai).  I usually play some background music also.  Right now I'm totally into Taylor Mesple's instrumental CD called "Autumn."  Followed by my Rodney Yee morning yoga sequence.  That's it.  I'm loving my mornings.  I love the way my quiet times evolve with the seasons.  During summer I had my DQT outside and included watering all my gardens.  Now its a little cool in the mornings and the plants don't need watering nearly as much (lots of rain also- for a midwest Aug/Sept) so I've moved more indoors.  The activities always center around wellness, enrichment, and what I find pleasing.  I love my DQT.  It makes me more prepared to face the busyness of my days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3014031512144915879?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3014031512144915879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3014031512144915879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3014031512144915879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3014031512144915879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/dqt.html' title='DQT'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5609638574550555333</id><published>2009-09-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:48:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't claim to have tried every diet on the planet in my pursuit of weight loss, because I flat out just don't believe in diets.  However I have tried a multitude of workouts, and no small assortment of diet pills (despite my aversion to medications).  Last night I tried something completely different and a little out of my comfort zone: hypnosis.  I gathered with about 100 others in a hotel room to get two hours of instruction in weight loss hypnosis.  I am familiar with hypnosis from my birth work- it's used as a tool for pain relief in labor, so I am open to the idea.  As I lay on the hotel floor surrounded by strangers also lying on the floor, I thought this would be worth a shot.  No I did not re-live my 37 past lives or get possessed by bored and mischievous demons.  It was actually pretty similar to something I do in my morning quiet times.  I have a stack of affirmations that I read out loud to myself every morning.  I took a workshop once on writing affirmations and found I had a real talent for creating them.  So each morning when I read them to myself, I am affirming a positive suggestion to myself.  Just yesterday I was marveling at how my life was slowly transforming to conform to the affirmations.  The hypnosis was like that.  The hypnotist was making suggestions to my subconscious to get fuller eating less and that sort of thing.  I have to keep playing the tape I was given at the seminar for the next 21 days as my follow-up work.  I'll update how it's going.  Here are a few of my affirmations I state daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can accomplish what the day demands through organized effort and persistence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I choose to live in an orderly, chaos-free, clean, loving, creative and supportive environment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I treat my body with respect by tending to it's daily needs, which includes healthy food choices, and planned daily workouts.  I am clean, well-groomed, ready to meet the demands of each day, and to embrace whatever opportunities come my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have taken away from myself every excuse for not being the kind of person or living the kind of life I know I have the potential to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am comfortable in the company of all kinds of people and can initiate interesting conversations that draw people out, my ease puts them at ease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try creating your own affirmations (you can use these if they apply, but it's better to handcraft your own).  Just be sure to phrase them in the positive as if you are already doing it.  Don't say "I'll try to do such and such"  just do it.  Of course they should reflect your desires for your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5609638574550555333?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5609638574550555333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5609638574550555333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5609638574550555333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5609638574550555333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-7257280955681477905</id><published>2009-09-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:24:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden</title><content type='html'>Lot's of body focus lately, but not much on the spirit or the mind.  I feel the lack of quietness and stillness in my life.  I need to return to my daily quiet time.  I've spent my mornings exercising, cleaning and writing.  I need to make time for meditation, silence, and prayer.  I would love some alone time, but my life is filled with other beings, animal and human.  I'll make a deal with myself to light a candle in the morning, watch it flicker and slow my breathing for just a little while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-7257280955681477905?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7257280955681477905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=7257280955681477905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7257280955681477905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7257280955681477905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is Golden'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-7446888730973945997</id><published>2009-08-30T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:52:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Fiesta</title><content type='html'>One of the things I want to do to improve my overall life, is to entertain more.  I used to do it a lot, but for the past few years, I've stopped cooking, let alone entertaining and I want to bring that kind of positive energy (both cooking and entertaining) into my life.  I want my home to hold memories of friends and family laughing, eating, enjoying life.  So after spending a few months this spring and summer making things more presentable around here (we took up worn out carpet to discover spectacular wooden floors- since the carpet was here when we moved in we didn't know what we would find underneath it).  I also spruced up my garden so our backyard patio is perfect for outdoor dining.  Last night we invited out two best friend couples over for dinner.  I wanted to make a Mexican meal, so I grilled fresh salmon with limes and tequila served with a black bean and grilled corn salsa.  I wanted to try my hand at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rellenos&lt;/span&gt;, so I stuffed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pablano&lt;/span&gt; peppers with a potato and cheese mixture, dipped them in an egg white mixture and fried them (they were my favorite part of the meal- a little spicy but very tasty).    I made a citrus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jicama&lt;/span&gt; salad, sticks of crunchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jicama&lt;/span&gt; with orange slices and lime juice squeezed over all.  This was a very nice contrast to the spicy peppers.  For appetizers I served tortilla chips with a trilogy of salsas, mango, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gallo&lt;/span&gt;, and guacamole for the kids.  For the adult appetizer I made  goat cheese with dates, fig, and cilantro served on toasted baguette.  I was going to make flan for dessert, but one of my guests brought a cake instead.  We had hibiscus tea with lime and orange slices to wash it all down.  We had a lovely evening under the stars with good friends and good food and good conversation.  How's that for spiritual rejuvenation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-7446888730973945997?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7446888730973945997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=7446888730973945997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7446888730973945997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7446888730973945997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/mexican-fiesta.html' title='Mexican Fiesta'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5203189959815857404</id><published>2009-08-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:21:27.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Diet</title><content type='html'>Least anyone get to thinking this is a food blog, I have to remind you (and myself) that it is actually a self-improvement via spiritual rejuvenation blog- so all my entries can't be about food. This one is about exercise. It's been about two weeks since I've been to the gym. When it came time to make the quarterly membership payment, I found that my revenues had been reassigned to take care of little things like replacing my totalled van (thanks 18 year old), replacing our dryer that had given up the ghost, and paying freshly arrived medical bills incurred last month by a sick child ( and I won't even mention the stack of greenbacks it took to get 5 kids 'back to school' - they should call it 'back to broke'- the sports physicals, the eye exams, the dental appointments, the haircuts, the school supplies, the book fees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vey&lt;/span&gt;- you get the picture). Oh well, such is life. So in place up early morning trips to the gym, I've had to come up with a home workout. Good thing I happen to own an entire collection of workout equipment and tapes purchased over the years. I just blew the dust off and away I go...&lt;br /&gt;I start with 15 minutes of morning yoga with Rodney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No one holds my yoga mat space sacrosanct, so it's interesting with cats walking across my belly as I lay in relaxation or toddlers grabbing my legs as I try to hold a downward dog position. The trick is to get up earlier than the cats and toddlers I suppose. After my yoga I do a 20 minute workout called Beach Body. I really like these energetic aerobic workouts and I really can work up a sweat. Some days I skip both of these and choose to walk to work instead, about 2.5 miles. I also own weights and bands, which I prefer to use in the evenings, but I rarely get a moment to myself in the evening, so the weight bearing stuff isn't done as regularly. So as long as my finances are on a diet, it's nice to have a back-up plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5203189959815857404?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5203189959815857404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5203189959815857404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5203189959815857404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5203189959815857404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-diet.html' title='Money Diet'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-9190524222241242636</id><published>2009-08-22T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:34:36.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Market</title><content type='html'>Today I got to engage in my favorite passtime.  I went to the local farmer's market.  Though we have several small ones sprinkled around town, I prefer to go to the big one downtown in the River Market area.  I especially like this one because in our notoriously segregated town, this is one of the few places where you can really see a microcosm of our city.  The Vietnamese vegetable vendor in her cone shaped hat, selling her wares next to the Amish woman with her tidy little bonnet selling baked goods.  The spice vendor bags up little scoops of spices as his wife shrouded head to toe in Muslim garb stands watch.  I picked up dill, bay leaves, cinnamon, dried hisbiscus flowers (for tea) cumin seed and dried cilantro.  I found some beautiful yellow tomatoes, some peach amarillo preserves, and fat little green cucumbers for making tatziki sauce.  I also bought blueberries before the season escapes for another year, and fresh baked pita bread from the Mediterranean bakery.  I shop with a wicker basket that I carry atop my head when it becomes to heavy to hold by the handle.    I love the sensory experience of a natural basket full of fresh produce and flowers.  I go early, buy my fresh produce, baked goods, and spices, then find a little nook to sit and watch humanity go by.  I usually go to a funky little retro restaurant called Succotash that serves up a great breakfast, but this morning I selected the Habashi Market.  I ordered grilled pita with hummus and rice, and a side a baba ghanoush.  It turned out to be an excellent choice.  I sat, ate the best darn baba ghanoush I've ever tasted and enjoyed the sights and sounds of humanity.  A guy with long hair and mustache played country music and his violin (or should I say fiddle?) nearby while I noshed on pita bread and inhaled the smells of freshed brewed coffee from the coffee shop next door.   I selected a nice bouquet of flowers to deliver to my favorite cousin (today is his birthday) along with a redvelvet cupcake from a shop called Babycakes for us to share.  My Saturday morning trips to the River Market are one of the best thing about my so-called big life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-9190524222241242636?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/9190524222241242636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=9190524222241242636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/9190524222241242636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/9190524222241242636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/river-market.html' title='River Market'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5465232789695906257</id><published>2009-08-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:43:28.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was on orgy of too much meat, too much wine, and too many rich sauces.  I had to calm things down with more veggies and more fruit juices.  I appear to have fallen into an illicit affair with cheese.  I feel like I'm discovering it for the first time.  After a life time of cheddar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; (I won't even mention the non-food, non-cheeses like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Velveeta&lt;/span&gt;) I am discovering a world of cheeses.  Literally around the world with Italian F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ontina&lt;/span&gt;, French Brie, Spanish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mantegna&lt;/span&gt;, Swiss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gruyere&lt;/span&gt;, and English &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stilton&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't get enough, goat milk, sheep milk, cow milk, doesn't matter.  I've been eating cheeses baked into casseroles, smoothed on crackers, dipped into fondues, or just smooth, tasty little buttery tidbits popped into my mouth to really savor the true unadulterated flavors.  I'd love to get some recommendations as well as recipes for all these cheeses I can't stop buying!  (No kidding, at the checkout in the grocery store the other day, the cashier said, 'and here's your bag of cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ma'am&lt;/span&gt;.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5465232789695906257?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5465232789695906257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5465232789695906257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5465232789695906257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5465232789695906257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-4066881767833100736</id><published>2009-08-16T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:09:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's coming to dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Brie with Mushrooms and Thyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Greens with Caramelized Walnuts, Dried Cranberries, and Goat Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulet Saute Aux Herbes de Provence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguette with Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reine de Saba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Faux Frog Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French dinner was a great success.  Despite the fact that one guest cancelled and the other rescheduled, two other guests (2 young men invited by my 18 year old) showed up and we all had a great time.  I started around 4pm with the chicken, while my 11 year old put together the salad of mixed greens, sun dried cranberries (couldn't find the figs in the store) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caramelized&lt;/span&gt; walnuts and goat cheese.  I filled my cruet with extra virgin olive oil, and balsamic vinegar, gave it a shake and that was that.  I was skeptical about frying the chicken in butter as the recipe called for.  Surely it would just burn and be a mess.  But it actually worked.  I think the fat from the butter clung to the chicken so that all that what was left in the pan was clarified.  Anyway, I browned two batches of chicken wings and thighs with crushed fennel seed, fresh time and basil, and left the butter and spices in the pan to become the sauce later.  I made the sauce about an hour later by mashing some roasted garlic gloves into the pan of butter and herbs, pouring in half a bottle of white wine, and letting it reduce until the volume of wine was cut in half.  I beat 3 egg yolks with the juice of a lemon, and slowly started adding in the wine reduction, spoon full by spoon full.  When the egg yolks were more wine sauce than egg yolks, I poured it all back into the pan, added more wine, and let it cook until thick.   Next I made an appetizer of brie, smothered in mushrooms that had been sauteed with red onion, garlic, and reduced with red wine.  I used an assortment of button, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crimoni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shitake&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;portabella&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms.  Baked it in the oven until the brie was nice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;melty&lt;/span&gt; and served it with sliced baguette.  The 'boys' (17- 21 yrs old) really loved this dish.  They tore into it as soon as it was out of the oven, even though the rest of dinner was about 2 hours away.  I have to agree, for something so simple it was quite delicious, reminded me of fondue only simpler.  The boys ate the appetizer and then left to go on a walk.  My 11 yr old and I then made the chocolate cake, and last the ratatouille.  For the cake we ground almonds, whipped egg whites, melted chocolate and coffee, sifted flour, stirred together sugar, egg yolks, and almond extract, and butter, then carefully put all the ingredients together, poured into a greased and floured pan and voila.  I was supposed to make a chocolate coffee frosting for it, but we didn't have as many chocolate chips as I thought, so instead I made a sauce of apricot preserves, yogurt and cinnamon, all heated gently and placed in a pool on the plate before being topped with a slice of warm cake.  The ratatouille I made last, as everyone was having their salad course.  I had cut the eggplant and zucchini into sticks, salted them and left them in a bowl to drain off all the excess liquid.  While everyone was eating their salad, I sauteed them in olive oil with sliced green peppers, garlic, and chopped up tomato.  I tossed in a sprinkling of capers and a splash of white wine.  This is a delicious dish and was a wonderful accompaniment to the savory chicken.  I thought it might be kind of a heavy side, but it was perfect with the chicken.  The salad was actually quite sweet with the cranberries and walnuts.  The balsamic vinegar added the right amount of tang and the goat cheese helped to balance it all out.  This meal had all the balance of flavors to it.  Of course there was plenty of french baguette and butter for every course.  The wine I selected was a French &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chardonnay&lt;/span&gt;, very light and sweet, and quite lovely with the fennel of the chicken.  I also purchased a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beaujolais&lt;/span&gt; (couldn't help myself), but as I was the only one drinking, I only had a few sips of it.  All in all I had a great time cooking this meal over about 4 hours.  We actually sat down for the main course at 8 pm.  Dessert was served at 9.  So this was my French meal, me and 8 kids ranging in age from 2-21 (my husband was working).  There was lots of fun and lively discussion (none of them knew who Julia Child was- can you believe that?),  and lots of appreciation for a nice meal.  They even helped clean the dishes.  Perhaps there is hope for the next generation after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-4066881767833100736?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4066881767833100736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=4066881767833100736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4066881767833100736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4066881767833100736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess who&apos;s coming to dinner'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6321582359472209462</id><published>2009-08-15T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:41:08.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julia</title><content type='html'>In honor of Julie Child's birthday today, I am making a French meal from her book, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I am on my way to Whole Foods Market to get the ingredients for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poulet&lt;/span&gt; Aux &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Herbes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Provence, Ratatouille, Mixed Wild Greens with Figs and Goat Cheese with Balsamic Vinegar and Olive Oil (my addition), and Reine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Saba (chocolate and almond cake). I have invited a missionary friend who is visiting from Japan, and another old friend who I find spiritually uplifting. I'll also head over to the Beer Cave and pick up a suggested Rose to go with the chicken, and a port or a sherry to go with dessert. I'm trying to allow my shopping to be a part of this whole spiritual experience (so yes, I'm leaving the kids at home!) of lovingly preparing a meal for friends- a spiritual discipline if you will. An entire body, mind, and spirit experience. I'm going for European style which is a slow meal consumed in courses over several hours (Americans never eat like this- but we probably should- we wouldn't be so fat). One of the very best meals of my entire life happened when I was in Europe- The Netherlands to be exact. The food was all prepped, but the hosts didn't even start cooking until about 2 hours after we arrived! We had the best conversation and went through 4 or 5 bottles of wine between 5 people. It was the most amazing experience. Another interesting tidbit, we arrived with wine and flowers, but they didn't open our wine. They insisted on aging it for at least 6 weeks, and served their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-selected bottles. Those Euros are so classy. We Americans are just as likely to take our unopened bottles of wine back home (ghetto!). So here goes my effort at being more spiritual and more classy all rolled into one. I think Julia would be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6321582359472209462?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6321582359472209462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6321582359472209462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6321582359472209462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6321582359472209462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-julia.html' title='Happy Birthday Julia'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-2697964951150794397</id><published>2009-08-14T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:08:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is More</title><content type='html'>So what's all this French food got to do with weight loss? Plenty. I'm trying to incorporate more quality and less quantity into my life. That's Victoria Moran's take on it. She says plenty about this in several of her books- eat better food and less of it. I'm not a calorie counter- or a dieter. I just want to consume a better quality of food, in smaller portions. For me this will mean, more vegetarian, grain and vegetable-based meals- but I don't want to be legalistic about it. If I want to make a choice to consume some meat- I will.  I want this choice to be reflected in my entire life- more quality, less quantity. Do fewer things, but do them well. Add more weights and do less repetitions.  Have fewer friendships, but cherish them more.    Take on fewer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;, but persist until completion. Make the best choice possible, then be content with it.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was watching a movie with my beloved (he really wanted me to see "I Love You Man"- so much for adding quality to my life!) and I got to craving something savory. I was going to grab cookies, even though I wanted salty and not sweet just because they were handy. I was considering letting the craving pass and eat nothing. But I feel strongly that this whole thing is not about deprivation- it's about making better choices. So I said to myself, no, I don't want store bought cookies- I want something savory. So after perusing the fridge and cabinets, I made us cheese and crackers with slices of zucchini and cherry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; (and this is the best part) with a leaf of fresh basil and a dollop of dill dip on top. Paired along side a small glass of red wine- it was really the nicest snack. I got to cuddle with my honey on the sofa, enjoy a (somewhat) healthy, tasty snack, and watch a really funny movie. That's time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;    (Now in case my life sounds too idyllic, allow me to pull back the periscope, for you to hear two teenagers yelling at one another in the background, observe the cup of milk the toddler spilled all over my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Appetit&lt;/span&gt; magazine- yes, the Julia Child issue, and notice two days worth of dirty dishes germinating in the kitchen sink.)  But all in all, it's a pretty good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-2697964951150794397?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2697964951150794397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=2697964951150794397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2697964951150794397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2697964951150794397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8277597873506762375</id><published>2009-08-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:33:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia- It's Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>I got a hold of the latest issue of Bon Appetit magazine. It has a huge article about Julia Child in it and the movie that I just saw. It has several of her recipes and mentions that Aug. 15 is her birthday and that lots of people prepare her food as a tribute on her birthday. I decided right then and there, I would be one of those people. After perusing the recipes, I've decided I'm going to make Poulet saute aux herbe de Provence (chicken provence- for those who don't read French), served with Ratatouille (a tasty melange of eggplant, squashes and tomatoes) and a nice crusty baguette (which I plan to secure from the French Bakery in Westport- the grocery store versions just won't do). For dessert, Reine de Saba, a near flourless chocolate, almond cake. I'll return to the aforementioned Beer Cave to get some wine suggestions. Yum, can't wait to prepare my fully French dinner. Now, whom to invite???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8277597873506762375?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8277597873506762375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8277597873506762375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8277597873506762375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8277597873506762375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/julia-its-your-birthday.html' title='Julia- It&apos;s Your Birthday'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-2416171662047942190</id><published>2009-08-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:50:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not Quite French meal</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made a rare departure from my vegetarian ways.  My husband purchased some beef spare ribs and left them in the fridge for me to prepare for dinner.  I know he expected me to just suffocate them in bar-b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; sauce and grill or broil them- and ordinarily I might have done just that.  But that was before I saw a movie about French cooking.  I even got as far as throwing them in the pan and removing the cap from the bottled sauce.  When I thought- I'll just brown them a little first- it will make the meat more tender.  So I pulled out my cast iron skillet, glazed it with canola oil and lightly powered the chunks of meat with flour.  Why not chop in an onion for flavor, I thought?  While chopping the onion, I spied the fresh garlic.  Just a few heads won't hurt I thought- it will enhance the bar-b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; flavor.  By the time I pulled the mushrooms out of the fridge, I knew that bottled sauce would be history.  After the meat was browned, I set it aside and filled the sizzling pan with the chopped onion, garlic, and mushrooms.  I doused the whole melange with the last of my cooking sherry, and emptied the 1/2 carton of half and half into the fragrant mix.  I quickly ran into the back yard to my potted herb garden and plucked a mix of rosemary, sage, thyme, and parsley and hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; basil.   A quick chop and they were sprinkled over the bubbling sauce and vegetables. When it had simmered and thickened, I added the meat back in and placed the skillet in the oven.  While the meat roasted, I made a batch of cornbread and threw it in the oven also.  Then I looked around my kitchen thinking, what would Julia Child accompany that with?  Potatoes of course!  Now the French might cook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; potatoes in sherry and cream, but since that concoction was taken, I remembered back to my cooking days (as a sous chef in my 20s).  Aha!  Roasted potatoes with olive oil and rosemary.  I eyed my 20lb. sack of potatoes thinking how sophisticated this particular recipe is without a bunch of added fat (downfall of the American prepared potato).  I peeled about 5 large potatoes, sliced them thinly and put them on to boil until they were just so.  I didn't want them to get to soft or turn to mush.  When they were just done, I strained them, laid them out in a baking dish (only 1 or 2 layers- they should all feel the kiss of the broiler), and laced them with a gentle swish of extra virgin olive oil, fresh plucked rosemary, salt and pepper, and for extra measure, a thinly sliced red onion sprinkled throughout.  Into the oven they went.  While the potatoes roasted, along with the spareribs in cream and sherry and the baking cornbread, I thought, wine would be perfect with this meal!  I grabbed a twenty from my beloved (who agreed a glass of wine would be nice) and drove around the corner to the nearest wine shop (inaptly named 'the beer cave').  Not to be deterred by the name, I found the proprietor to be quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt;.  When he inquired about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;, I said, oh, it's for dinner- and described the delectable feast roasting at home in the oven, he made some very nice suggestions.  I love reds, and had thought to fall back on my same old favorites of a winsome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cabernet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sauvignon&lt;/span&gt;, or a spirited little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beaujolais&lt;/span&gt;.  But the proprietor told me of a Argentinian wine made from 'lost grapes' and at $9.99 a bottle, I couldn't pass up a good adventure and a great story.  I spent the other $9.99 on a nice looking Robert Mondavi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Merlot&lt;/span&gt;.  Back at home we eagerly opened the Argentinian Alamos Malbec wine first, and though I know I'm supposed to let it breathe first, I couldn't wait.  At first whiff, it seemed heavy and vinegary.  But the first taste was absolute divinity.  The 'beer cave' guy said it was smooth, but the taste was the gustatory equivalent of a baby's bottom (that's smooth for those who haven't been near a baby's bottom lately!).  After tasting our wine, dinner was ready!  I took the spare ribs out of the pan and sliced them, and placed them back into their bed of sauce.  The cornbread was golden and fragrant (okay I know it's not French, but neither am I!).  The potatoes were crispy and golden brown with little ringlets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fragrant&lt;/span&gt; rosemary and red onion.  This dinner was too pretty to simply sling on a plate, so I got out the 'good' dishes and plated it all up with sprigs of fresh verigated oregano to top things off.   "Ooh, it looks like a restaurant," my 11 year old said, in awe.  She was right.  It looked and tasted superb.  Not bad for an almost bar-b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;, impromptu not quite French meal, and an Argentinian lost grape wine. As Julia would say, Bon Appetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-2416171662047942190?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2416171662047942190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=2416171662047942190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2416171662047942190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/2416171662047942190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-french-meal.html' title='A Not Quite French meal'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3178260273751348513</id><published>2009-08-12T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:42:28.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the movie Julie/Julia.  What a sweet delight.  I love food movies (remember Babette's Feast?) I guess I'm just a foodie at heart.  Anyway I went with my girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and she thought it would be a good idea to have some French food beforehand.  It turned out to be a great idea.  We went to a great funky little French restaurant in the River Market called Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fou&lt;/span&gt; Frog for Happy Hour.  We spent a small fortune (for working girls and for Happy Hour) but it was well worth it.  We started out with a huge plate of steaming muscles cooked in a wine and cream sauce (to die for).  There was a french baguette on the table constantly with butter- we plowed through several of those and used it to soak up all the delicious sauce that the muscles were served swimming in.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had a nice glass of Merlot, but I was driving so I had mineral water, but I would have LOVED a glass of wine with this food.  Our second course was soup.  I had lobster bisque- a delightful pool of reddish creamed soup with little flecks of lobster floating in it- heavenly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had potato and leek soup, also a creamy delight.  Both soups were pureed so they were just bowls of unadulterated liquid bliss.  We soaked up any still clinging to the bowls with our baguettes.  The third course was salad.  I ordered greens with a citrus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt; and warm goat cheese on a crouton.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; ordered a fabulous looking crab cake served atop greens and slathered in a delicious sauce that was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;romoulade&lt;/span&gt;.  We shared our salads between us.  The crab cake was divine.  The warm goat cheese generously dolloped atop a buttery crusty crouton, was a delectable accompaniment to the tangy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;citrus-y&lt;/span&gt; greens.  I was in heaven.   For dessert we split my favorite: creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;brulee&lt;/span&gt;.  Damn those skinny-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; French with all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; fabulous sauces.  The tab came to $60 including the tip, which we split down the middle.  But who can put a price on time spent with a good friend over good food?&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3178260273751348513?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3178260273751348513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3178260273751348513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3178260273751348513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3178260273751348513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dinner-with-julie-and-julia.html' title='Dinner with Julie and Julia'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-1206765288788233074</id><published>2009-08-12T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:29:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>I walked to work yesterday.  Just about two miles.  In the heat.  I really think an ipod will help me keep it up.  I love to listen to my music and it distracts me as I walk.  I don't have one yet so I just played music in my head the entire walk to work.  I've been researching what type of music playing device to get.  I thought I'd try a music subscription service, but I found out they were not ipod compatible.  Any suggestions anyone???  I've been diligent about my circuit training at the gym three days a week.  Now I need to add in my yoga.  I've been chicken about taking a class and just doing it here at home with a video.  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I shop there often as they are the only ones around who sell the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quorn&lt;/span&gt; brand of meat substitutes that I love.  The class is a four part series that covers:&lt;br /&gt;1. cooking with whole grains and dark leafy greens&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping tour of the store&lt;br /&gt;3. baking with gentle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweetners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a 'new view' of protein and dairy&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to sign up for this class.  It sounds like just what I need to know.  I'm very limited on cooking beans without meat, and I want new ways to incorporate my greens.  I would love to incorporate more alternative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sweeteners&lt;/span&gt; into baking but never knew how, and I can't wait to get the scoop on protein and dairy, as I've been reading about them in the news lately.  These are just the kinds of topics I've been reading about in the Love Powered Diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;serendipitous&lt;/span&gt; moment this morning: as I was leaving the gym, I drove past a farmer's market.  I had $20 in my pocket but decided on a whim I would spend it all on fresh fruits and vegetables.  I got fresh Missouri peaches, blueberries,  home grown red ripe tomatoes, and corn on the cob, some beautiful peppers and squashes, and a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt; that I look forward to having for breakfast.  Since I've sworn off fast food, I've had to be creative in finding new food opportunities that really are all around me.  Not only did I get a small feast of fresh food, I ran into a friend and had a nice chat.  A lovely way to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6785470680660206199?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6785470680660206199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6785470680660206199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6785470680660206199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6785470680660206199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-class.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Class'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-4188913272098380973</id><published>2009-06-17T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:47:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lush Life</title><content type='html'>I have discovered some skin care products I really like.  Now normally I don't do product endorsements on my blogs, however I can't resist talking about these products, they are so wonderful.  The store is called Lush.  There are only 200 around the country so it may or may not be in your area, but they can always be found online at &lt;a href="http://www.lush.com/"&gt;www.lush.com&lt;/a&gt;.  These are handmade, vegan skin and hair care products that are fabulous.  My teen daughters talked me into visiting the store while on vacation in Boulder CO.  The salesperson did a little demo where we got to sample four of the products on our hands.  I was hooked.  These products do wonders for my tough dry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Midwestern&lt;/span&gt; skin.  I've never been softer or smelled so delightful- and the softness and good smells last throughout the day.  I've purchased shampoo and conditioners, soaps, facial masks, skin lotions, and moisturizers, fizzy "bath bombs"  hard little cakes of bubble bath, and 'massage bars' that are to die for.  I love these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;melty&lt;/span&gt; little bars of skin moisturizer that are to be applied in the shower.   The products are unique, the company is unique, the names of products are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of a kind.  I wash my hair with BIG, and condition it with RETREAD.  The next thing I'm going to try is the toner, other assorted moisturizers, and the solid shampoo bars.  The best part is- there is a LUSH store less than 2 miles from my house- the only one in my state!  How's that for serendipity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-4188913272098380973?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4188913272098380973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=4188913272098380973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4188913272098380973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4188913272098380973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/lush-life.html' title='Lush Life'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8167716507790931947</id><published>2009-06-14T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:58:26.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Free Feast</title><content type='html'>Came home from church today and wanted to make a nice vegetarian feast for my family.  I had picked up some very nice handmade pita from the farmer's market yesterday- there's a lovely Middle Eastern bakery located there with the most wonderful breads.  My son had made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and there were lots left over, so I built the meal around that and the pita.  I grilled the pita in olive oil on our griddle that I now use for everything.  While I reheated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt;, I whipped up some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tabbouleh&lt;/span&gt; (from a boxed mix) and some rice pilaf (also from a boxed mix).  I had some left over cooked french lentils in the freezer, so I mixed them into the rice pilaf.  While the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tabbouleh&lt;/span&gt; was cooling in the fridge and the rice and lentils were simmering, I cut up veggies to go with the pita and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt;.  I had fresh home grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; from the market, onion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; sprouts, and cucumber slices.  I filled a bowl with crumbled feta.  I didn't have all the ingredients for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tatziki&lt;/span&gt; sauce, but I did have a new can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tahini&lt;/span&gt;.  I mixed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tahini&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; and a dab of spicy mustard and squeezed in the juice from half a lemon. It made a very tasty sauce for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt;.  It was all done just in time for the pita to be crisp and toasty hot.  I cut the rounds into quarters and heaped them into a bread basket.    For dessert I sat a fresh cluster of grapes on a plate and surrounded them with slices of sweet ripe mango.  I put all the food in nice serving dishes and set them on the table.  It was not only delicious, but beautiful.  I was so proud of my impromptu feast.  I am beginning the see the gift in the ability to prepare and serve a nice meal.  I had begun to think of cooking as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drudgery&lt;/span&gt;, but now since I have the challenge of learning to prepare meatless meals, I can see it as more of an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8167716507790931947?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8167716507790931947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8167716507790931947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8167716507790931947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8167716507790931947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/animal-free-feast.html' title='Animal Free Feast'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3745723121110517548</id><published>2009-05-31T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:32:27.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Power</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading "The Love Powered Diet" by Victoria Moran.  Now as a rule, I don't believe in diets, and this is not a diet book despite it's title.  It is a treatise on excellence in living (like all her books) and I loved it.  I actually plan to start re-reading it immediately.  It is full of practical tips on how to introduce healthy eating into your existing lifestyle.  Very practical.  Since December, I've been slowly introducing a vegetarian diet into my life, and it has been going well (I still choose to east fish and seafood at this point).  This book has wonderful information for someone looking to make changes.  I love Victoria's approach to loving one's self healthier.  I highly recommend this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3745723121110517548?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3745723121110517548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3745723121110517548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3745723121110517548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3745723121110517548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-power.html' title='Love Power'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6265803121152575369</id><published>2009-04-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:25:30.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rozelle Court</title><content type='html'>Had a fancy lovely vegetarian lunch yesterday with friends at Rozelle Court, the fabulous restaurant at the Nelson Atkins Museum.  There's nothing fabulous about the long lines at the cafeteria style service, but the setting is magnificent.  It's the courtyard of the museum that has been roofed so it can be used year round.  The menu is always topnotch- even if its served cafeteria style.  I had black bean hummus with pita, and eggplant and tomatoes over rice and peas.  I had my Indian entree accompanied by really nice cabernet.  For dessert, a scrumtious chocolate bread pudding.  I didn't feel the least bit deprived skipping the chicken.  I'm finding that a vegetarian diet expands my options, rather than limiting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6265803121152575369?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6265803121152575369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6265803121152575369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6265803121152575369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6265803121152575369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/rozelle-court.html' title='Rozelle Court'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5071161825061345012</id><published>2009-02-01T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:00:29.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on by...</title><content type='html'>New plan for exercise.  Now that the worst winter weather is mostly behind us- I want to start walking again.  My plan is to walk to and from work everyday, about 2.5 miles each way.  Tomorrow I start.  I'm very excited about this plan.  I know I won't be able to do it every single day, because I'll need my car some days, but I'm hoping 3 days out of five to walk to and from work.  I've been wanting to do this for months, and now I can finally start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5071161825061345012?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5071161825061345012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5071161825061345012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5071161825061345012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5071161825061345012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-on-by.html' title='Walk on by...'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8427081982467060521</id><published>2009-02-01T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:52:46.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Veghead</title><content type='html'>Eating vegetarian in Mexico was much easier than I thought.  After the big walk, we were taken back to the CASA compound by our hosts and fed lunch.  I was amazed at how simple, yet delicious this meal was.  They were referred to as tacos, yet this was not like any taco I had ever eaten.  The tortillas had been dipped in a red sauce, filled with different fillings, folded in half, and served soft and warm.  The fillings included: seasoned potatoes (this was my favorite), refried beans, chorizo and potatoes, or cheese.  Shredded cabbage seasoned with cilantro and lime were served on the side along with salsa.  We were each given a plate with 4 or 5 of the little tacos, to which we could add the cabbage, roll it up, and dip it in salsa.  They were absolutely delicious, and so filling.  Later that evening for dinner, I enjoyed chili relenos prepared with huge pablano peppers and stuffed with cheese, dipped in egg batter and fried.  It was delicious, served in a light red sauce alongside brown rice.  This delightful mean was prepared by my host's cook, who had a hot meal waiting for us when we returned at the end of the day- my hostess from her riding competition, and me from the fund raising walk.  It was a nice end to a very busy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8427081982467060521?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8427081982467060521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8427081982467060521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8427081982467060521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8427081982467060521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mexican-veghead.html' title='Mexican Veghead'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-8044524319452620311</id><published>2009-01-23T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:07:22.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living La Vida Carne</title><content type='html'>I´m here in Mexico for the San Miguel Walk. I thought it would be difficult to eat meat-free in such a carnivorous culture, but I´ve done quite well. Last night my hostess made grilled salmon for dinner. The day before I had tortilla soup (it is prepared with no meat here, but enough other stuff floating around to make a meal), and today for lunch I had homemade cheese flautas. I´m enjoying the local cuisine. Avocodos are a steal here so I´ve had homemade guacamole and tomatoe sandwiches twice! Tonight more culinary adventures await. Still have to try the local sopas and flan! Homemade bread is in great abundance. Eating my way through San Miguel- I´ll have to roll instead of walk!  For my veghead kiddo, I left her stocked up with vegetarian frozen meals for the duration of my trip- unlike me she´s extremely committed to not eating meat and I was afraid she´d live off milk and cereal till I got back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-8044524319452620311?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8044524319452620311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=8044524319452620311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8044524319452620311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/8044524319452620311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-here-in-mexico-for-san-miguel-walk.html' title='Living La Vida Carne'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-1688200765676660600</id><published>2009-01-02T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:54:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in animal-free eating</title><content type='html'>No, I didn't have tofukey for the holidays.  I consumed the usual Christmas ham and New Year's turkey- BUT- I did enjoy discovering a recipe for vegan enchiladas and vegan spaghetti sauce, and vegan meatballs.  I also had vegan tacos and Italian 'sausage' pizza.  My thirteen year old has come along with me on this flesh-eschewing journey and it has been fun to have someone to do this with.  Next week, we are planning a trip to the health food store together to load up on our next batch of new flesh-free meats to try.  I'm also experiementing with cooking with tofu- totally new to me.  I added some to the spaghetti sauce and really like it.  Even my family ate the vegan spaghetti without balking (too much). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in training for the San Miguel Walk(sanmiguelwalk.com), scheduled for Jan. 24th in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.  I've booked my flight and look forward to the one day mountainous walk.  Hard to train for the mountains when you live on the plains, but I'm doing my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-1688200765676660600?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1688200765676660600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=1688200765676660600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1688200765676660600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/1688200765676660600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-in-animal-free-eating.html' title='Adventures in animal-free eating'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-7235189610622315933</id><published>2008-12-20T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:13:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Orgy</title><content type='html'>MIND&lt;br /&gt;Quite spontaneously, I stopped at the book store last month and without really thinking about it, purchased 6 new books to read.  They are:&lt;br /&gt;90 Minutes in Heaven- Don Piper&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday with Morrie- Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;A Mercy - Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle- Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King- Just After Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Reading Lolita inTehran- Azar Nafisi&lt;br /&gt;At the time I swerved my car into the bookstore parking lot, I was listening to NPR to a critique of Stephen King's new collection of short stories.  I confess I hate horror and rarely read it- especially Stephen King who I find particularly creepy.  However I was so intrigued by the review, that I stopped my car as I just happened to be driving by a book store as the radio program played.  I found the Stephen King book very quickly and then perused the sale table where I found the others.  They are all books I've wanted to read for some time.    I read "90 minutes"  "Mercy" and "Tuesdays" right away within a day or two.  I got bogged down in "Animal" when it became less discriptive and more preachy (I normally love Barbara Kingsolver's novels- but of course this book isn't a novel but a work of nonfiction based on her family's experiment of living for a year on food they produced themselves or purchased locally).  I still intend to finish it but its been a few weeks since I picked it up.  I haven't started "Lolita" yet but I look forward to reading it over Christmas break.  The best surprise read hands down was- you guessed it- Stephan King.  These scrumptious short stories are not skin crawling physical horror, but more psychological thrillers and very cerebrally satisfying.  My impromptu trip to the bookstore (and my unplanned raiding of the family budget) proved to be a success.  I should visit the library or my favorite half price bookstore more often to give my mind a more diverse  and tantalizing diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-7235189610622315933?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7235189610622315933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=7235189610622315933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7235189610622315933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7235189610622315933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-orgy.html' title='Book Orgy'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-6091281013779907744</id><published>2008-12-18T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:07:02.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know for sure</title><content type='html'>Exercise&lt;br /&gt;For the second time now, I have pulled a ligament in my foot while exercising and find myself limping around unable to exercise much at all. The first time, I was on crutches for 3 days after attending an aerobics class. This time, I walked for seven miles (about 4 hours) and the next day I found myself limping and having pain. Fortunately I can continue my yoga routine (a 15 minute morning workout with Rodney Yee) for now. It's a little disheartening to be so fat, that you injure yourself exercising- but I press on- with an emphasis on LOW IMPACT.&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;On the food front- I purchased some vegan taco mix and veggie burger mix to try. I'm excited to give it a whirl. My 13 year old is doing the veggie/vegan experiment with me- so we are trying new recipes together. Tonight I want to try to find a vegetarian enchilada recipe that works for me. I'll combine the 'taco mix' with a recipe I found in Skinny Bitch in the Kitch and see how it works. I had lunch at my favorite vegan restaurant (SEED) yesterday and I still think their veggie burger is the best thing on dry land. Last night I splurged and made shrimp for dinner (I still eat fish and seafood) and it was a treat. We ate them steamed with cocktail sauce. Yesterday I made fish tacos with tilapia that I sauteed with mushrooms, onion, diced tomato, green chilis and corn. I'm always on the lookout for vegetarian meals I can make for my family that will fool them or make them forget they are not eating meat- they don't always eat fish and seafood very well either.&lt;br /&gt;Mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Eckart Tolle's 'A New Earth.' I'm loving this book. I read it in no certain order starting in the middle and re-reading bits and pieces whenever I pick it up. I picked it up yesterday (I keep it in my purse so I can read at spare moments) and started reading near the beginning. It was like reading it for the first time again. I'm learning more than I can possible integrate. I like knowing that I can control my mind and it does not control me. Oprah always asks 'what do you know for sure?' I'm beginning to know that my life is whatever I believe it is- if I act on that belief.  I know that life is good and that I embody life and that 'choosing the good' is my decision to make every day.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit&lt;br /&gt;My daily quiet time is very enriching for me. I light candles, burn incence, read the Bible and meditate. It's a lovely way to start each day. I'm looking forward to going the the Holy Land (my friend's spiritual retreat center in central Missouri) this weekend for her annual Winter Solstice celebration- if the weather holds and driving conditions are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-6091281013779907744?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6091281013779907744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=6091281013779907744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6091281013779907744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/6091281013779907744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/exercise-for-second-time-now-i-have.html' title='What I know for sure'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-734825966341357596</id><published>2008-12-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:39:31.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move</title><content type='html'>My exercise regimen consists mainly of 15 minutes of yoga and 20 minutes of aerobics every weekday morning.  I supplement this minimalist workout with stair walking.  My office at the college is located on the second floor, so I have to walk up 23 stairs to reach it.  My goal is to walk UP the stairs 10 times during the day.  I'm trying to figure out a schedule for re-introducing my weights.  I've now completed my first week full time at my new job and have a better understanding of how my time is organized.  One unexpected consequence: I didn't see my husband AT ALL this week except when he was asleep.  We didn't see one another awake not once this whole week.  We did talk on the phone briefly everday, but I never got to touch him.  That was strange and unexpected.  I expect that to change when his schedule slows down- its the busy season for his job.  Right now I'm focusing on how to revv up my exercise with the schedule I have.   I'm sitting on my butt or standing in place lecturing most of my day.  I need more movement incorporated in my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-734825966341357596?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/734825966341357596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=734825966341357596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/734825966341357596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/734825966341357596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/move.html' title='Move'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-219085138786406179</id><published>2008-11-30T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:34:26.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to eat a pomegranate</title><content type='html'>Today for lunch I had bean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tostadas&lt;/span&gt;, and a pomegranate for dessert.  The beans I made from scratch.  Pito beans simmered in garlic, onion, chili pepper, cumin, and cilantro, and a dribble of apple cider vinegar to mellow the flavor.  I love these beans.  I mash them as they simmer in a cast iron skillet, so they have the appearance of refried beans without the addition of any oil.  I spread them on a homemade tortilla purchased from a local grocer that sells them fresh like the tortillarias of Mexico that I remember.  Of coure I freeze mine when I get them home because I don't use them fast enough, but in Mexico, everyone bought them fresh daily.  I toast mine in the oven over a low heat until they are nice and crisp.  I top the beans with shredded cheddar ( real cheese, not vegan- I haven't worked up the nerve to try it yet) and generous slices of ripe avocado, and then a dollop of salsa.  The tostadas are simple and delicious.  Even the kids don't notice they eating meat free.  For dessert I cut a pomegranate into quarters.  For those who have never eaten one- it is all seeds.  Each seed is surrounded by a pocket of sweet juice.  They look like little jewels, the color of rubies.  As you chew the seeds, you release the juice into your mouth.  After you've chewed until the juice is gone, you spit out the seeds.  Cumbersome to eat, but worth the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-219085138786406179?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/219085138786406179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=219085138786406179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/219085138786406179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/219085138786406179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-eat-pomegranate.html' title='How to eat a pomegranate'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-7777828570725847276</id><published>2008-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:21:16.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, glorious food</title><content type='html'>Fifth, I like food.  I love to eat.  My way around this?  Eat good food.  I lean toward vegetarian/veganism but still eat fish and seafood.  Less meat and dairy, more veggies and whole grains.   I'm loving trying new recipes and new ways of eating and new ways of thinking about food.  I must observe certain limits, but I've come to think of it as an adventure.  Not what I can't eat- but what new thing I can try.  My philosophy is simply this- make the best choice from what is available to me.  I won't be picky and I refuse to burden others with my lifestyle choices.  If there are no vegetarian/vegan choices put in front of me- I'll simply choose the best of what is available to me.  I'll also plan ahead to make sure I have some choices.  I'll make my lunches at home and have nutritious snacks at the office.  I'm redefining my relationship with food, and acknowledging what it can and cannot do.  I'm learning to delight in a healthy well-thought out, intentional meal.  Losing weight does not have to mean losing my delight with food- just renegotiating what is delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-7777828570725847276?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7777828570725847276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=7777828570725847276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7777828570725847276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/7777828570725847276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food, glorious food'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-4449785324676064635</id><published>2008-11-30T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:07:42.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move that body..</title><content type='html'>Fourth, I actually like to exercise.  I will try many new things, and keep but a few.  The problem is these new activities must fit my life as it is now.  My daily walks have gone by the wayside with winter fast approaching, and I'll resume them in the Spring.  I must find something to take its place and stair climbing presents itself.  I also like weight lifting, yoga, and filling my mornings with aerobic workout tapes.  My current set of tapes is the beach body workout (even though a 'beach body' is not my goal).  Hell, I'd settle for a kiddie pool in the backyard body!  My exercise MUST be completed prior to 8am.  After that my time belongs to others and I can't get it back.  So my exercise regimen must fit in between 6 and 8 am.  Preferably, I'd like something I can do in my house and not have to leave.  Workout tapes, free weights, exercise ball, jump rope, stair climbing, and yoga tapes all work for me because I already own the equipment.  I can remember a time I had nothing but a pair of sneakers and used them to start walking.  I love walking, but not in the cold. I have a gym membership, but can't sneak in a time to use it- so my home regimen between 6 and 8 is it.  In the evenings I'm dead weight and can't muster the energy for exercise after putting in a full day at work.  Besides that time is devoted to kids and homework.  So first thing in the morning is dedicated to working out, not sleeping in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-4449785324676064635?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4449785324676064635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=4449785324676064635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4449785324676064635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/4449785324676064635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-that-body.html' title='Move that body..'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3582281518152390465</id><published>2008-11-30T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:52:03.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A temporary home</title><content type='html'>Third, I am not what you see.  I am so much more.  What can be seen is the limited view of me.  I am not a body inhabited by a soul- I am a soul temporarily inhabiting this body.  This view of the world sets me free.  Free from the expectations and limiting beliefs of others.  No one can define me.  No one can set their limits upon me.  I am not this body- I am so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3582281518152390465?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3582281518152390465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3582281518152390465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3582281518152390465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3582281518152390465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/temporary-home.html' title='A temporary home'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-5630915737291186516</id><published>2008-11-30T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:47:39.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not old</title><content type='html'>Second, though I'm 46 years old- I am not old.  I don't feel old on the inside of me.  The outside does not tell the whole story.  Inside, I am ageless or even very young.  The inside of me, the part people can't see, still wears pigtails and weaves flower garlands and a sunny summer day.   I refuse to think of myself as old.  Aging is an illusion- belonging only to this world, this limited life.  I know I am ageless and that I will go on forever, long after this life is done, and this body is laid to rest.  And so I am not old.  I can still learn and think and do and create and contemplate and lead a relevant life, because I am not old.  I am not too old to be beautiful, or too old to lose weight, or too old to break bad habits and create good ones.  Because- I am not old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-5630915737291186516?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5630915737291186516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=5630915737291186516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5630915737291186516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/5630915737291186516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-old.html' title='I am not old'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3945532516290484570</id><published>2008-11-30T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:39:25.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty...</title><content type='html'>First off, I'm still pretty.  I tell myself that all the time, and when I look in the mirror, that is what I see- a fat, but attractive woman.  I get compliments all the time on my appearance- but I know it's because I believe it first.  I'm pretty.  Because I know this, I act as a pretty woman would.  I purchase my clothes with care.  I buy colors that suit my skin tone.  I dress like a pretty woman would (notice I didn't say, like a skinny woman would- I dress my size).  Things that are not necessarily expensive, but attractive on me make up my selections.  I am well groomed and attend to the details.  I may be fat, but I refuse to be sloppy and unkempt.  I am a professional woman and believe its important that I look the part.  So first off I am pretty.  I accentuate the positive and work with what I've got TODAY.  I want to look my best today, even as I hope for a smaller, more toned tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3945532516290484570?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3945532516290484570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3945532516290484570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3945532516290484570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3945532516290484570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-pretty.html' title='I feel pretty...'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1416380181756686105.post-3601390417187464225</id><published>2008-11-30T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:26:32.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my online life</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog.  I've been trying to get it off the ground for weeks.  It took a while to come up with a title that really resonated.  This is my online weight loss journal-designed to get me from one point to another by tracking my progress.  You are welcome to watch, and cheer from the sidelines.  Mostly I'll be tracking my daily consumption, and exercise through clever prose and with spiritual insight.  I like to do everything with flair, cause I'm a big girl, with a big life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1416380181756686105-3601390417187464225?l=biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3601390417187464225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1416380181756686105&amp;postID=3601390417187464225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3601390417187464225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1416380181756686105/posts/default/3601390417187464225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggirlbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-my-online-life.html' title='Welcome to my online life'/><author><name>LaborPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jtujnqbuumU/SL0uAB5ylRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OVtdcrS49MM/S220/IMG_8244.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
