<?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-4207692538291443434</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:29:12.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Looking For A Girl Like You... Well Here I Go!</title><subtitle type='html'>On a mission to becoming a better, healthier, more confident me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207692538291443434.post-2847881105722877123</id><published>2009-02-21T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:49:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey?</title><content type='html'>I just joined SparkPeople.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking for weight/fitness sites to add me on my 25 pounds be-gone challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is great so far... I've been a member for like 34 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My suggestion for a snack: Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HONEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can't put something in honey, cook it around and eat?! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207692538291443434-2847881105722877123?l=girllikeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2847881105722877123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207692538291443434&amp;postID=2847881105722877123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/2847881105722877123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/2847881105722877123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/honey.html' title='Honey?'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207692538291443434.post-5683208069450890073</id><published>2009-02-21T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:39:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame It On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SaCCWTuUhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ESYnF0E-3nI/s1600-h/IMG00355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SaCCWTuUhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ESYnF0E-3nI/s320/IMG00355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305383680805734050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made a green smoothie today... of a short term goal of mine. Didn't work out well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handful of spinach (I have small hands lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh water (the water reached up to the 1 on the blendtec container)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ripe banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 granny-smith apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason I thought these ingredients would taste delicious together, because they taste delicious individually. Some things are better in theory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl what you drinking ?&lt;br /&gt;Gon let sink in&lt;br /&gt;Here for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin &lt;br /&gt;We can &lt;br /&gt;See what we can be if we press press forward&lt;br /&gt;Just one more round and you're down i know it&lt;br /&gt;Fill another cup up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Feelin on yo butt what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207692538291443434-5683208069450890073?l=girllikeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5683208069450890073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207692538291443434&amp;postID=5683208069450890073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/5683208069450890073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/5683208069450890073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/blame-it-on.html' title='Blame It On...'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SaCCWTuUhqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ESYnF0E-3nI/s72-c/IMG00355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207692538291443434.post-4390537095840642175</id><published>2009-02-19T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:29:10.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut fried eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SZ2Uvfgv_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/00CeKoLLLOw/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SZ2Uvfgv_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/00CeKoLLLOw/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304559479745937074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fried eggs in coconut oil this morning for breakfast. I wasn't too hungry, and I don't believing in stuffing myself for "the most important meal of the day", so I fried one egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted delicious! I usually fry eggs scrambled in butter, with a dash of salt and black pepper... and then add cheese. At first I was apprehensive in eating a plain egg fried in coconut oil. I like coconuts, but it would be weird eating an egg that tasted like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The egg I fried did not taste like coconuts though. It tasted like a plain egg, which to my chagrin tastes just fine without all the extra ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed it, and now I'm not hungry. I don't feel stuffed, but I don't feel like eating. I believe the coconut oil has something to do with that feeling. I read on Google.com that coconut oil gives off the feeling of feeling full - or less hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also wide awake too! (That feeling comes from the peaceful sleep I had last night!) I'm going to go practice beginners yoga, or dance, or go for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going grocery shopping this evening for fresh fruits and green vegetables for my Green Smoothies... more on that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207692538291443434-4390537095840642175?l=girllikeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4390537095840642175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207692538291443434&amp;postID=4390537095840642175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/4390537095840642175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/4390537095840642175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/coconut-fried-eggs.html' title='Coconut fried eggs'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeefnFo6ny8/SZ2Uvfgv_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/00CeKoLLLOw/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207692538291443434.post-4425194144961273431</id><published>2009-02-18T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:18:32.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration... or hating?</title><content type='html'>You ever saw a magazine or video on television and think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Damn, _____ looks great!"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have. Take for instance this video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/s3RDEJQH5mV4Zdux"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/s3RDEJQH5mV4Zdux" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are all fit and stuff. I watched the video in awe, mesmerized thinking these girls must now they are "It". I didn't pay any attention to the song and the singer, and it is obvious that whoever directed this video (Ray Kay) doesn't want the audience to do that - enjoy watching the girls... gawking, staring, imitating, hating on those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilemma. These girls look great right? I'm not to much fascinated by the clothes, hair, or make up... come on, it's a music video. These girls, whoever they are, are well in fit and the video exemplify that in the best light. But, damn why do they have to look great? They couldn't find girls who don't look like they have membership cards to the gym, drink protein shakes, or count calories? Why do I have to watch this video all confused about whether or not these chicks are inspiration, or my daily dose of hating for the day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm hating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I was updating my iTunes playlist looking for new music to buy. I like to buy music on iTunes, it's much easier than googling zShare for the free MP3's... and I don't want to download any P2P programs on my MacBook Pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to the point, who is this gem (below) and more music please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v205756484&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v205756484&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very pretty, very fit, and knows how to style it. She goes from a femme look to a more masculine look without looking like (dare I say it) a damn fool. She doesn't look overdone. Even the guys in the video are fit, plus! Hating? Heck no, this is pure inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singer, performer Keri Hilson is my first inspiration. (I'm on my way to completing a goal!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207692538291443434-4425194144961273431?l=girllikeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4425194144961273431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207692538291443434&amp;postID=4425194144961273431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/4425194144961273431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/4425194144961273431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspiration-or-hating.html' title='Inspiration... or hating?'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207692538291443434.post-6945087785366888398</id><published>2009-02-18T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:53:56.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the above</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally made the conscious decision this evening that I'm not happy with what I look like now, and the direction my life has taken - and I can do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some where deep inside everyone gets a little self-conscious, yet some people know how to bounce back (or look like they bounce back) better than others. I am not that person. I was content for the longest time (since 2005 to be exact) that maybe I am a little lazy, I cannot run as fast as others, I'm naturally skinny (and the weight I gained does not look good on me), and at times it's alright to frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was content with those realizations - and at times when I think about how hard it will be in becoming who ever I decide to be, those realizations will be a comforter. But I know for me, as determined, ambitious, and imaginative I am, these realizations will further hinder any progress I try to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I am starting this blog and promising myself that everyday I will be a better me in any way possible. I know that this will not be easy, and I have a tendency to manipulate myself out of challenges, but I will not this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I will meet and beat my challenge, because this is for me and only me. All of this benefits, completes, and helps me - and my selfish ass understands that language very well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207692538291443434-6945087785366888398?l=girllikeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6945087785366888398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207692538291443434&amp;postID=6945087785366888398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/6945087785366888398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207692538291443434/posts/default/6945087785366888398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girllikeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-above.html' title='All the above'/><author><name>New York Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05142292581731663893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
