<?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-30849092</id><updated>2011-09-08T19:16:51.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation on a Cellular Level</title><subtitle type='html'>I have invited a community of women who are taking proactive approaches in their development to contribute to this blog.  I am documenting the progress of my nutritional evolution.  For a very long time I have been looking for someone to come along and take care of me. I am learning that I am really the only one who can take care of my basic needs and until I do I will never be able to give to others in an authentic and grounded way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115932458285340861</id><published>2006-09-26T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:36:22.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first onry day</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 6th Master Cleanse day and I am onry, tiered, and frusterated. Luckily I have some very compassionate friends that hug me and snap me out of it pretty quickly. I announced to my class that I was on strike today and that I needed a little extra compassion. A classmate suggested that perhaps I am dealin with really intense unresolved types of issues coming up today. (the 'g' button on my key board is getting sticky...)&lt;br /&gt;xo L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115932458285340861?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115932458285340861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115932458285340861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115932458285340861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115932458285340861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-onry-day.html' title='first onry day'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115919663251360510</id><published>2006-09-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:03:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia cinco de master cleanse</title><content type='html'>Road my bike to meet Eben at movies. The way there was easy, the way back I took a wrong turn and got lost ending up in a hugely Jewish neighborhood. It being Roshoshonah....the men had huge furry hats on and everyone was coming home from Temple. I was a litte worried after watching, "The Science of Sleep" that I had morphed into a different time era. These are the kinds of thought I am having on this day five of master cleanse. Everything is going well. I have found that water cures all hunger pangs and mostly I miss the culture of eating. I would really love to go to dumpling man, or slice some cheese with a wire cheese cutter. :) Only five more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115919663251360510?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115919663251360510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115919663251360510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115919663251360510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115919663251360510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/dia-cinco-de-master-cleanse.html' title='dia cinco de master cleanse'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115893811421147425</id><published>2006-09-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:15:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MASTER CLEANSE DAY UNO</title><content type='html'>All right. Master Cleanse time. I drink 8-12, 8 ounce glass bottles full of a mysterious elixer comprized of water, 2 tbs of lemon and lime juice, 2 tbs of grade b maple syrup, 1/10 a teaspoon of cayenne, and I shake it up and it is spicy and sweet and yummy. No food is alloud, and it is totally not a problem. I drink dons of tea and lucid dream every night  I have been getting up earlier than ever and I am freakishly okay for basically not eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you drink a quart of luke warm sea salt and water and wait two hours and then see what actually flows out of you. It is pretty awesomely gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One observation that I have had is that I often loose things and my first instinct is to freak out and run around like a chicken with my head cut off.  Here is a sample of the kind of thought that go through my head when I giggle my bag and can't hear my keys..."Oh my gosh, my keys are lost! Where are they? Oh no my cell phone is broken, I have no way to get ahold of any roommates. Maybe they are home. Darn if they aren't home then I have no way to get in. Okay.." I continue to fumble for the keys, now with my head in my bag. "I can't believe I am so stupid. blah blah blah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In meditation they talk about observing your thoughts like bubbles around you, and not feeling anything about them, (not letting your thoughts spin you out of control.)  So now when I misplace something I notice that it wasn't where I expected and observe it like a bubble floating away. Then I continue with my daily life, and generally find the object when I forget that I was looking for it.  The object cannot be deemed lost until I cannot find it.  Freaking out after the initial thought does nothing but hinder the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find my glasses right on topa my head, or my keys in my bag, or my cell phone in my pocket. I am a smart girl and my subconscious looks out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115893811421147425?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115893811421147425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115893811421147425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115893811421147425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115893811421147425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/master-cleanse-day-uno.html' title='MASTER CLEANSE DAY UNO'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115876029130304665</id><published>2006-09-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:51:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early to rise</title><content type='html'>Today I have a performance at The Bowery Poetry Club at an open mic hosted by Not in Our City. I signed up to perform awhile ago, but I haven't quite worked out my ideas into one five minute piece. I have given myself the time to complete my piece today. Last night I started drinking a calming night time tea and went to sleep a little after midnight. I decided I wanted to get up early and go to yoga at 7:15 which meant leaving the house no later than 6:45am. I left the house at 6:48am arrousing with not too much trouble. I got to the studio right on time and found out that the teacher for the class had not shown up. There were about 8 students who were prepared to take the class. Two of whom were on their way out of the studio to start their day in another way. I asked if we could still use the yoga studio, and the other instructer who was in the middle of a private lesson accross the hall agreed. There were six of us in the room starting out on our mats, a few moments into the practice one of the studends asked if we would all like to do class together. Everyone agreed and another student offered to lead, and apologized for not knowing the Sanscrit words for various poses. I started out practicing with the class and realized that there were poses that my body needed and decided to break off and do what I knew I needed. This was a huge risk for me, because I don't want to ever displease "the teacher." Since the teacher in this case was another student I was able to relax and follow my intuition. No matter what yogi master is presiding over class I am still the expert about my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to think about the times when I felt like I have let a group of people down. In the future if I am ever in the place of the yoga teacher, who wasn't able to make class today; I hope I can remember that perhaps I am facilitating an important moment for them through my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 9:42am (two an hour earlier than I have risen in a long time) I have .practiced yoga and had breakfast (freash squeezed oj with carrot juice and ginger/ shot of wheat grass). I am happy and refreashed and headed to the shower to use my new bath stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115876029130304665?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115876029130304665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115876029130304665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115876029130304665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115876029130304665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/early-to-rise_115876029130304665.html' title='early to rise'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115875964737175568</id><published>2006-09-20T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:40:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishin and hoping and plannning and cleansin</title><content type='html'>Last week I started a nutritional cleanse, under the guidance of my nutritionist, Meredith Doherty, that is recommended in Staying Healthy with the Seasons by Elson M. Hasas, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;It calls for each day eliminating a food group until you reach just fruits and veggies, (which is where I currently am) and then a day of all juices and then building back the foods. I have opted to go into a ten day Master Cleanse to really try to ratify the changes that I am making in my life, by wiping my nutritional slate clean and really examining my choices surrounding nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday was the first day of the cleanse, it involved observance only and no necessary changes. I had two scoops of ice cream and tons of delicious pumpkin filled ravioli and then spinach filled ravioli for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was no toxins. Meaning: No alcohol, no Coffee, no Drugs (I took this to mean any kind of over the counter prescription). I really appreciate coffee and love the effects on my mind and social behavior. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I stopped eating refined sugar and white flour. This basically takes out all processed foods of any type. Though my roommate Kristi got me a delicious raw dessert made of raspberries and almond butter. I have noticed how addicted I am to sugar. It is in everything. It is an additive and it is even in V8.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday meant no meat. I eat so little of it, it was no big thing. I started becoming hyper aware of all of the smells of food. Most of the smells were heavenly, but I wasn't interested in consuming them. I went to Charmain Punx for meditation, and sat for the first time in a group other than my yoga class. It was a 45 minute sit, and I felt all these amazing sensations. Including thinking I could see my hands when my eyes were closed. Being unsure of where I was in time. I couldn't tell if I was far in the future meditating for the 100th time. Also an extreme pulsing section in my chest feeling the receiving of love and acceptance from an unknown source (maybe me). I enjoyed a big cottage cheese late at night.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: no dairy. I had a hard time tonight because I love cheese. I love cheese fruit and wine. I had to say no. But the social interaction was fine without it. Friday night I went out to dessert with a distant cousin. I opted for herbal tea, and realized that I can say no to anything that I want whenever I want, and it is totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: No beans and Nuts. I love black beans, almonds, walnuts, hummus and chick peas...this was, though I enjoyed a sizzling bok choi over long grain mixed rice with garlic, onions, and olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: No seeds. No yummy Eden gossamo.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: No Grains. This was sad. I have grown to love cous cous, and quinoa.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to today: All steamed veggies and fruits, and tomorrow which is fresh squeezed juices and broths. I just bought myself tons of lemons, sea salt, teas, and body products (loofa, scrub brush, peppermint bath wash, johoba oil, scented candle) for the cleanse. I am looking forward to this time of reflection and intention.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers and thoughts. I will be meditating on love and all of the people who have clearly dedicated their loyalty and creativity into my life. If I am a little silent in the coming days, know that it is because my cell phone took a splash primarily, but also because I am taking care of myself and look forward to talking with you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115875964737175568?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115875964737175568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115875964737175568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115875964737175568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115875964737175568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/wishin-and-hoping-and-plannning-and.html' title='wishin and hoping and plannning and cleansin'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115654797052358257</id><published>2006-08-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:23:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your f-US-ion</title><content type='html'>Lauren,&lt;br /&gt;I think that your position on fusion is quit accurate not only in New York, but all across the country and maybe the world. I feel that if your current choices in life don't pan out the way you would like them to you might just have a future in the culinary art of f-US-ion. your own blend of whatever culture with whatever ingrediants to create a unique harmony of flavor and environment. A grand resturant opening is awaiting you in the wings of your stage (life).&lt;br /&gt;xoxo lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115654797052358257?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115654797052358257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115654797052358257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115654797052358257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115654797052358257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-f-us-ion.html' title='Your f-US-ion'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372824209600731019</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-30849092.post-115636021979900605</id><published>2006-08-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:49:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f-US-ion</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never order something a waiter describes as: &lt;em&gt;inventive&lt;/em&gt;. Conceived of Louisiana style cooking with Japanese cooking technique, wrapped in seaweed and served at NYLA (my first restaurant job in New York), guests would always ask how the Southern Sushi was and I wanted to reply..."You really have to ask?" Then I figured they must be tourists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True fusion should unite the flavours, cuisine, technique, and style of two or more cultures and give birth to a totally new distinct food group. What most frequently occurs and can be witnessed Asian/Mexican restaurants of New York, and frequently only means mashing together two cultures not collectively wrapping the traits like looping strands of spiraling dna into a delicious new recipe. Today my lunch consisted of flavours from Jamaica, the Mediterranean, and Northern California or France (depending on where you get your grapes.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How American's allowed McDonalds, bland and processed foods to become the country staple; shouldn't we actually become a melting pot of blending all of the worlds most delicious flavours into a new organic, seasonal, farm fresh American cuisine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet today's scrumptious feast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5a89f4ae"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/almuerzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/400/almuerzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home I prepared white long grain rice with half water half coconut water (from a can) with peas (which is inspired by Jamaican flavors restaurant) and I added chickpeas and steamed green and yellow zucchini. I used my special pot with the place to steam veggies on the top while cooking my coconut rice, thus infusing the veggies with the savory smell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got to work they had leftover catering and gloriously I added yellow squash, grapes, quinoa with currents, arugula, and rosemary. I brought a few sheets of nori in tin foil on the side which I had broken into 1/4 the normal size by folding over twice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time I think I will put the nori on the bottom of the bowl, kind of like a gazing bowl, then it will soak up all the yummy flavours and be a salty succulent treat for the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not so good: The Florida's "natural" juice from our company friges ingredients are as follows: water, high fructose corn syrup, concentrated cranberry juice, ascorbic acid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115636021979900605?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115636021979900605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115636021979900605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115636021979900605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115636021979900605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/f-us-ion.html' title='f-US-ion'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115617882380512380</id><published>2006-08-21T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:40:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="bcb164ef"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Experiment with your Daily Life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breakfast experiment involves trying different kind of breakfast everyday for a week to see which foods are the most agreeable with my body. The experiment is not totally controlled and and there are some other variables, ie: the quality and amount of sleep I am receiving per night and my immune system which seems whacked out right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="bc90c4da"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;, scrambled tofu, zucchini, carrots, yellow squash tofu sausage w/ketchup and hot sauce green tea tangerine juice while eating it felt great, yummy, scrumdiddly-umshious a little of the tofu came up into my mouth on my commute 2 hours later I am irritable, anxious, and moody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day two&lt;/strong&gt; scrambled eggs two pieces of whole grain toast 2 pieces of seitan "bacon" hot sauce tangerine juice while preparing and eating I felt happy and good. It tasted yummy and I was full. Some of the egg came up in my mouth with flem and I had to spit it out. 2 hours later I am tiered but not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day three&lt;/strong&gt; Oatmeal soaked oatmeal, almonds, raisins, and cinnamon overnight&lt;br /&gt;Cooked it in a big pot for 5 minutes this morning&lt;br /&gt;Scooped it out poured soy milk on top with sprinkled brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious, on the subway I spit up mucus and on my walk I spit up just brown sugar (no more of that) two hours later I am starving and tiered. I am having a double&lt;br /&gt;esspresso and hummus with multi seed crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day four&lt;/strong&gt;, boxed cereal kashi good friends with a little ezeikiel sprouted grain mixed in with 3/4 a bannana, soy milk, and tangerine juice. I felt like I missed out on an important part of my morning, all of the other days I had to prepare food for myself. The first action I take in my morning is that of caring for myself, which sets up a great example for the rest of my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day five&lt;/strong&gt;, muffin and coffee, I went with the theme of "breakfast on the run" and hit Alice's tea cup, where I got rose flavoured tea (which I refilled with hot water 5 times) and a ginger bananna scone. I felt great 2 hours after eating these things. My intestinal track was a little scary and I had to use the restroom directly after completing eating. I have now had 3 pieces of pizza for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day six,&lt;/strong&gt; fruits, I was a little woozy and hung over after my champagne infused evening at Kat's birthday bash.(I only had 3 glasses, boy is my tolerance really down). I marched my butt to Fairway at 1:30pm wondering if it still counts as breakfast at this hour. I almost puked in the fruit section, but ended up buying pineapple, grapes, and making toping it with soy yogurt. This day I felt clean, energized, and refreashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day seven&lt;/strong&gt;, vegetables, after my fruit I had a shot glass full of apple cidar (to clear out bacterial infections) and made myself some fresh ginger and mint tea. I woke up and baked a sweet potatoe and ate it with corn which I had taken off the cob and platanos, which I fried and dipped in ketchup. It was delicious, but it came up a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Question to ponder...why does so much of my food come up? Is it because I am allergic or that I don't chew properly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****I liked the variety in my week and that provided a very fun morning. I am going to continue to try to integrate fresh fruits, since that worked the best for me, and I recycled the pineapple into my lunch today which was pineapple infused quinoa, pineapple and spicy curry tofu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="26004d91"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115617882380512380?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115617882380512380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115617882380512380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115617882380512380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115617882380512380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakfast-experiment_21.html' title='breakfast experiment'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115582949644649040</id><published>2006-08-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:45:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion, and kale and chard... oh my!</title><content type='html'>I was invited to a concert and offered a shift at Vintage last night. I turned down both to attend to my normally scheduled programming and attended Aprils Vinyasa yoga class at Yoga Works. As I was biking down I realized that in the past, in order to have plans...I believed that someone else had to be involved. I am realizing now that my personal plans are just as valid even if I am taking care of business. I went shopping at Fairway Organic after class and got some delicious butter leaf Boston Greens, and Chard, and Apples and Coconut Oil and Seitan, and Grahm Crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I finally have a little bit of money I have been catching up on all of the responsibilities that I wish I could have afforded in the past. Vet for kittty, Contact Lens Perscription check up...and while I was there they were trying to convince me to buy $ 199 dollar Ralph Lauren glasses frames. No problem I thought with my $100 off coupon in hand. With lenses it will come to $200. Not so...the sales man was trying to push me into buying the anti scratch, anti glare, plished edges, thinner lenses, uv protection, all extras included my glasses would be over $500 dollars. I was not interested in any of the extras and then the guy informed me that the coupon is only valid for frames $200 dollars or over...at which time I re-niged my involvement as a consumer at Cohen's Fashion Optical on Greenwich St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's involvement in the Lyon's Club procured me an amazing pair of frames from the 1950's which I will get lenses put into in the city for $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought tickets to all of my friend's shows in the Fringe Festival. I all ready saw Tim McDonough and Jackie Miller at Mo Pitkins in A Mans A Man. It was really long. Probably too long for a Brechtian style immersyfied caberet. However the direction by Leah was AMAZINGLY creative and I have never seen a more intensely commited and talented group of well versed young actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will see Vanessa Shealy in the play she wrote called, "Tea in the Afternoon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115582949644649040?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115582949644649040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115582949644649040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115582949644649040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115582949644649040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/dandelion-and-kale-and-chard-oh-my.html' title='Dandelion, and kale and chard... oh my!'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115565906813096197</id><published>2006-08-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:27:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dandelion kitty</title><content type='html'>Last night I made myself Grilled Polenta with Garlic Lemon Dandelion and Parmesean. It was fantastic.  Kitty and I have been getting on the same sleep schedule. It still kills cockroaches and presents them on my bed. It is the cuddelyest kitty in the world. It loves to get really close to my face and purr until it is shaking.  It kneads my head and loves me to pieces. I wonder if it would do this to anyone who lived with it. Will it love my new roommates more and choose to sleep with them. Will my fury of jealous passion overcome me?  I heard at a cat show that cats have sibling, lovers, and parent figures. That all humans fit into one of those categories. Right now I am all three. I have a feeling Amber will be the lover, Kristy the sibling and me the Mommy.&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/30849092-115565906813096197?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115565906813096197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115565906813096197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115565906813096197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115565906813096197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/dandelion-kitty.html' title='dandelion kitty'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115559052680547711</id><published>2006-08-14T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:22:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummyness of my meals du</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/yummy%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/320/yummy%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This meal consists of Organic Salmon, Cous-Cous with Coconut water flavouring, and Red Chard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115559052680547711?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115559052680547711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115559052680547711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559052680547711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559052680547711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/yummyness-of-my-meals-du.html' title='yummyness of my meals du'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115559043717928840</id><published>2006-08-14T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:20:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummyness of my meals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/yummy%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/320/yummy%20one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week i decided to "go wild" and "give into my cravings" this is what I ended up with....&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of whole grain ezeikiel bread, mesculun greens with organic tomatoes, chic peas and balsamic vinegar, mozerella chees and dried apples. Not so bad if you ask me.  I love it when food is colourful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115559043717928840?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115559043717928840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115559043717928840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559043717928840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559043717928840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/yummyness-of-my-meals.html' title='yummyness of my meals'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115559022410089949</id><published>2006-08-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:17:04.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/yummy%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/400/yummy%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a veggie steamer up top.&lt;br /&gt;A pasta cooker down low.&lt;br /&gt;And it is one big mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115559022410089949?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115559022410089949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115559022410089949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559022410089949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115559022410089949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-pot.html' title='my new pot'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115557515188329005</id><published>2006-08-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:06:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>straight and narrow?</title><content type='html'>I have begun to try to incorporate a daily morning yoga practice into my life. Today I started by cleaning the spot on my wood floor where I would practice with Lavendar Oil. My towel came up really dirty, which means that my entire floor is filty all the time. I have these straight wood slats in the floor-and by my estimation my shoulders and hips are about two slats. So I placed my hands and feet very carefully aligning them on the slats and when my body is straight it feels mis-placed. What feels right to me is to be completely disoriented. I reminded myself to be patient as I start this new course in living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I practiced this morning I realized that my hips were full of memories, sensations, and they were speaking stories to me about things I had held on to, people that still were present, old feelings that are stored deep in my muscle memory. There are places on my feet and back that I have just begun to have sensations. When did they turn off? I don't remember having ever felt them before. My body/factory has been running with out any one overseeing it, caring for it, nourishing it...I am interested in all things body right now. I want to hear the stories stored in my fibres and let them go, so that I have room for new stories, new correspondence, new and refreashed life and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115557515188329005?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115557515188329005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115557515188329005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115557515188329005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115557515188329005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/straight-and-narrow.html' title='straight and narrow?'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115515416307342068</id><published>2006-08-09T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:09:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/tummy%2007.22.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/320/tummy%2007.22.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this pic was taken on 07/22/06 since then Blogger has been messed up and wouldn't allow me to do too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided that every so often I shall document my body and the changes that it is undergoing. I was feeling particularly bloated and large when this photo was taken. But as I look at it, removing myself from being the person in it, it doestn't really look bloated or fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met with Meredith for my 2nd meeting and I told her that the Greens weren't exciting me. She gave me a cook book, but I haven't had time to really use it yet. Things have been very hectic and I have since subletted my apartment, found a new apartment and am starting the process of moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to have a yoga practice every morning, but in order to do that, I must not over-commit myself. Right now I am over commited, (ie: bartending at Vintage this week and working at MAC) however the changes that I am making in my life are going to be worth these few stressful weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have begun to experience what it feels like when your body eats yummy good things. It is almost like I get a "high." Also I have started getting full and not finishing food. Not like I still want it, but really just don't desire anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115515416307342068?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115515416307342068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115515416307342068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115515416307342068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115515416307342068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-this-pic-was-taken-on-072206-since.html' title=''/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115498875998080588</id><published>2006-08-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:06:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushwick is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bushwickisbeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart &lt;a href="http://bushwickisbeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bushwick is Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving back to the art dormesque lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;into the bush&lt;br /&gt;lit like a wick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I want to start the Bushy Community Association&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115498875998080588?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115498875998080588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115498875998080588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115498875998080588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115498875998080588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/08/bushwick-is-beautiful.html' title='Bushwick is Beautiful'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115385829822544931</id><published>2006-07-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:11:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if nothing else i am a good friend.</title><content type='html'>As I was waking up this morning I realized that I couldn't go to the auditions for the NYMF (New York Musical Theatre Festival) shows. I was way too tiered. I have this red hurting eye, and I really cannot take anything else onto my plate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming full, starting to lack room for additives or additions. I don't have room for fillers or artificial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this whole transformation is not just nutritional and phsyical, it is emotional and involves relationships to myself and the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the way that I enage with people. I give and give until there is none left for me. And many of my "friends" take and take and reciporicate enough to fuel my giving and giving.  In **romanic** situations I often time never set boundaries and don't take care of my own needs, then get angry at the other person for being inconsiderate. They didn't do anything wrong necessarily, except lack the psychic ability to read my mind and excel at compassion and generosity. I wanted them to be an over giver too. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot spend time asking people to meet my basic needs in a friend/lover relationship. These are un-compromisable.  So I am going to find a new word for my closest circle. I have a lot of friends but only a few people in my tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying NO: to filler friends, unhealthy food, over-giving...I am saying YES to my life being a radically loving person. When I take care of myself I don't have time for the rest.  However right now it seems like there is a lot of break away people and situations. I feel like a little caterpillar who is going through some major growing pains building my cacoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115385829822544931?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115385829822544931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115385829822544931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115385829822544931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115385829822544931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-nothing-else-i-am-good-friend.html' title='if nothing else i am a good friend.'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115383896818102351</id><published>2006-07-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:49:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER GIRL</title><content type='html'>I am no longer going to document every daily bite. But I will write about new things or old things that have new sensations. I did eat two chocolate bars over the weekend and one steak. One chocolate bar was a Gary Null and it kept coming up in the back of my mouth. One was yesterday in departing and it was Dove and I washed it down with a Sprite. All I can say is that it made me feel horrible! The steak on the other hand was delightful, and I even took a bite of Andrea's stake rare and it was yummy. Eww. I know I am grossing myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is doing something really weird it is all red and has a pressure ouchy feeling. My kitty scratched it by accident a few days ago, also I had that sugar overload yesterday. I have been feeling low all weekend and I think it may be in association with my measles Two shot which I had administered on Friday at Brooklyn College.  I get free health care at the health center with my $10 student fee! That is very exciting. I have an apt with Planned Parenthood tomorrow for an exam and HIV test. Hopefully everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith and I met on Friday evening and she gave me THE ALCHEMIST which I read in one day. It talks about living your personal legend, and how many times we self sabotage for fear that we don't deserve to live out our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my challenges for the next two weeks is to exercise more (at least 3 times per week). Yesterday in yoga 2/3 with April, we were asked to dedicate our practice to something. At first I thought: myself, my health, my body. Then I realized that I am dedicating my practice to the world, for as I begin to nurture and care for myself I am better able to love. Thus I am more productive in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another challenge is to eat greens everyday. In pursuit of this challenge I bought this amazing pot that has four pieces to it. The first is a glass lid, the second is a porous Veggie steamer, the third is a porous pasta cooker, the fifth is the huge ass pot that sits on my stove and says..."eat your veggies eat your veggies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have eaten kale, swiss chard (cooked with garlic and onions) , zucchini, green beans, and everything has been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I am learning is that as I prepare meals for myself I am starting to crave new tastes in the meals. I will be eating and thinking this is good, but wouldn't it be better next time if it had.....blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my delicious tofu scramble with zucchini onions and garlic I craved mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;In my cous cous with sesasme seeds and baked tofu I craved sliced almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is my body asking for more nutrients?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115383896818102351?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115383896818102351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115383896818102351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115383896818102351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115383896818102351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-girl.html' title='SUPER GIRL'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115341101085961308</id><published>2006-07-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:41:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this boy i like</title><content type='html'>Last October I had one magical whirlwind weekend...the weekend of October 29-31 I met and inspired all the people that I have dated in the past 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had something to do with the allure of my Super Girl Costume, which wasn't really a Super Girl Costume at all because she is a blonde and I had a big black wig that was more like Wonder Woman. But my little sister had fashioned me a really hot ripped up Super Girl tee shirt so I decided that I was Wonder Girl (who appeared in 2 episodes of Wonder Woman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bar tender at Vintage I am sure didn't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to my place on the way to magically transform into Super Girl on Saturday Night I passed my neighbor Jonathan (the musician) who I had served as my first customer at Vintage and had run into a few times around the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What are you upto?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I have had a rought day."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wanna come over and drink Pimms Cup and Pumkin Ale and watch me transform into SuperGirl?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wait, my house is a mess, lemme go home and hide my dirty underwear...gimme a headstart."&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he showed up, we drank and I put on my wig, ripped shirt, skirt, boots, and power bracelets, and he began walking me to the subway leading to Michael's house. On our way we passed the first subway and decided to keep walking to be together longer. There was this stunning man dressed in a full out Super Man costume getting into a cab...I yelled to him...."Super Man!" but he couldn't stop and didn't notice that I was Wonder Girl. I shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;"He is probably gay." Jonathan offered.&lt;br /&gt;"YEAH. If he doesn't want me he is GAY." I proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;Who dresses as Superman anyway, Spandex is soo gay. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my cell phone was running out of battery, I hecticly sent a text message to my friends letting them know Michael's address and crossing my fingers that they could find it in DUMBO with out a follow up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night dancing crazy at the Art Party with Emily May by the Igloo, I saw A guy in a suit ripped open exposing his Super Man Shirt...."Super Man!" I yelled, and grabbed for him, stealing the glowing kryptonite from his hand and pushing it into my bra We started dancing and kissing and a struggle for the kryptonite that lasted for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;"What is your name Super Girl?" He implored.&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot tell you Super Man." I stated coyishly.&lt;br /&gt;"Come with me," he grabbed my hand to try to lead me away from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my cell phone was dead and there would be no way to contact my friends I declined.&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot go with you Super Man!"&lt;br /&gt;Later getting into a cab he had followed us out and yelled:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I have your phone number SuperGirl?"&lt;br /&gt;Emily held my mouth and spouted off my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;I started recieving devilishly intriguing and funny text messages directly afterwards, which a few days later (with a charged cell battery) I began recieving/responding to and that lasted until Superman moved back to Austrailia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, which was really Halloween I put back on my SuperGirl costume and headed to work begrungingly at Vintage. This is dumb, I have to bartend on Halloweeen I thought. Then this really quiet respectful guy who drank really good beer came in. He was understated, had really messy curly hair and seemed very kind and good natured. His name was John, and he was the only person who came in that night that I didn't know well.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have a Super Man Shirt on if you are Wonder Woman?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Wonder Girl and I slept with Super Man on Saturday night." Which was a lie but funny.&lt;br /&gt;I kept throwing him free beer and introducing him to regulars, and when ever I got busy I would look up and was glad to see him still there. After awhile I asked him if he wanted to get food after I got off at Renessaince Diner accross the way. He agreed and at 2am (me still dressed as Super Girl) we met up for sweet potatoe fries and he told me about how he decided to become a scientist after his dad spoke in his third grade class. We dated steamily for a couple of months and that ended in tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Wednesday Jonathan came into Vintage and we hugged a little too long and a little to closely and the other waitress, Nadia asked how "His &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; who played Nala on The Lion King tour was doing." I told him that it was too bad that he had a &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, because I had a little crush on him. He said that he had been really attracted to me. I shrugged and said, "Well, neighbor, life is long...what do you want to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fostered Buddy, the pit bull Jonathan would walk him when I was at the bar, and told me that his favourite parts of his day were spent with him. I agreed that I too loved the dog and that it improved my lifestyle to be out and around the neighborhood. We bonded, as neighbors do, over the occassional drink or dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to California lost 40 pounds broke up with Nala and my last 10 months were spent with one get back together, 2 break-ups, one I'm just not that into you and one move to Australia...and I am walking down my street yesterday after having to take my fourth cat pee related trip to the laundry mat with my comforter this week---and I ran smack dab into Jonathan who is back living on my street for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what will it be?&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/30849092-115341101085961308?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115341101085961308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115341101085961308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115341101085961308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115341101085961308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-boy-i-like.html' title='this boy i like'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115340965533930511</id><published>2006-07-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:35:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Issue</title><content type='html'>So the kitty peed two nights ago and defacated yesterday on my bed. It also likes to kill cockroaches and place them delicately atop my bed as well. At night it has been difficult to sleep because I the kitty wants to sleep acccross my neck (which i sickly enjoy) despite my allergies. Every time it hops up on my bed I fear that it is carrying a roach to put on my hair...so I think (with the help of my aunt, Pam) I have come up with a solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constructed a really simple comfy bed out of an old blanket and pillow set that I set up in the bath tub. Last night (it broke my heart) but I put kitty to sleep in the bathroom in its new fancy bed. This morning I woke up allergy free and took the comforter from its bed and the fancy pillow and placed it upon my bed. I think this will prevent the peeing on my bed, because if the kitty starts to see it as its bed, it won't pee where it sleeps. To get rid of the roach problem I sprinkled food on top of the blanket which will hopefully show it that this is where it eats too and so it will not want to bring dead things onto its new cozy paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this works! The worst case scenario is that it decides to "mark its territory" which is now atop my bed and it eats the food and then decides to make food out of the roaches by bringing them on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Cows Milk Orange Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened Soy Milk&lt;br /&gt;(All three kind of tasted like Fruit Loops)&lt;br /&gt;Coconut Water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115340965533930511?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115340965533930511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115340965533930511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340965533930511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340965533930511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/kitty-issue.html' title='Kitty Issue'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115340918941858210</id><published>2006-07-20T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:26:29.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>07/18/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed rice&lt;br /&gt;black beans&lt;br /&gt;a few blue spicy chips&lt;br /&gt;hot sauce!&lt;br /&gt;.5 Avacado&lt;br /&gt;.25 Beefsteak Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/19/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raw almond butter&lt;br /&gt;black berry jelly&lt;br /&gt;sprouted seed toast toasted&lt;br /&gt;raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coco water&lt;br /&gt;frozen grapes (delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cous cous&lt;br /&gt;lemon peppered baked tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guacamole&lt;br /&gt;salsa&lt;br /&gt;chips&lt;br /&gt;scallop ceviche&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115340918941858210?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115340918941858210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115340918941858210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340918941858210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340918941858210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115340908172079039</id><published>2006-07-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:24:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog was experiencing technical difficulties all weekend</title><content type='html'>SO we are going to be going backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack&lt;br /&gt;bowl full of Pretzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Couscous&lt;br /&gt;Curry Tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;.25 Citrus Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Couscous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Peach&lt;br /&gt;.75 Citrus Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I stayed home sick from work, I did not eat breakfast. Did not feel like consuming anything, but forced myself to drink tons of water and loratadine, Robitussium DM, and NyQuill Caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Brown Rice&lt;br /&gt;Chick Pea Casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Cous Cous&lt;br /&gt;Curry Tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Corn Caserole&lt;br /&gt;Peasant Bread&lt;br /&gt;Lox&lt;br /&gt;Capers&lt;br /&gt;Mesulun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Gin Martinis&lt;br /&gt;Olive Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Ginger Ale Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;5 Cookies from Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;.50 Bagel&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 Whole Grain Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;.5 Veggie Burrito&lt;br /&gt;.5 Grilled Cheese on Whole Grain Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;2.25 Pieces of Cheese Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Good Friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115340908172079039?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115340908172079039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115340908172079039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340908172079039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115340908172079039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-blog-was-experiencing-technical.html' title='My Blog was experiencing technical difficulties all weekend'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115281740166747184</id><published>2006-07-13T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:03:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07/12 Dinner</title><content type='html'>Snack:&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;Brocolli&lt;br /&gt;Salsa&lt;br /&gt;2 small cookies&lt;br /&gt;4 pieces of Papaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Pomagranite Mojito&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp, Pinapple, Mixed Veggies&lt;br /&gt;1 Rum and Diet&lt;br /&gt;.5 Pimms Cup&lt;br /&gt;1 Beer&lt;br /&gt;1 Kinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;.5 Bagel&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Jam&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Omlette with Swiss and Zucchini&lt;br /&gt;OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off from work, because the power if off...it is awesome and I truly cannot believe it~&lt;br /&gt;Have to spend it doing laundry, because my kitty decided to pee and poo on my bed last night. Not very cool.  I got taken to the police station for doubling up in the tern style with my sister's Dutch friend. Recieved 2 $60 tickets, which I do not plan to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we went to SEA for Thai, Black Betty for bebidas and dancing to this awesome band then to BarCade for video game championships!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115281740166747184?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115281740166747184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115281740166747184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115281740166747184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115281740166747184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/0712-dinner.html' title='07/12 Dinner'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115273212932547335</id><published>2006-07-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:32:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cervesa Malo</title><content type='html'>Last night KK and I met up with Geoff and Noah who have been video blogging the World Cup under The Three Kings for Goal.com Kristen and them traded travel stories and it was a lot of fun. It involved alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking total from last night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Stellas&lt;br /&gt;.5 frozen Margarita&lt;br /&gt;1 Louenbrau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips y Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Veggie BBQ Tofu Burrito in a flour tortilla with Mango&lt;br /&gt;Refried Beans&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast 07/12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;Un-sweetened Soy Milk&lt;br /&gt;.25 banana&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups of Coffee (I was dying for it today!) + unsweetened soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;br /&gt;Edamame&lt;br /&gt;Hummus&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Baked Tofu&lt;br /&gt;1 Melted Kinder Snack from KK's pocket&lt;br /&gt;(She said to think of it as fondu for your tongue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home Kristen realized that the purse she stored in my bag was missing. I retraced our steps and the last place we saw it was at MarryAnne's Mexican Restaurant which opens at 5pm today. I had anxiety dreams all last night about where the purse might be. This morning Kristen said it was fun, "Like a scavenger hunt!" As fate would have it I was the last person to touch it, rendering me feeling responsible for it, and it's contents: which included a gift card with 300 Euros on it that her airline gave her for being bumped. She says not to worry about ti but I feel that if we do not find the purse I will be owing her 400 dollars American. Eek. She says that she is not even stressed, and thought that maybe I am hoping that she will get mad at me and feined madness saying, "That was very bad Lauren" and then laughing, again stating that it was all replacable, but mostly she will miss the purse she made from camouflage material. I am worried that deep down she is really paniced, I guess back packing around Europe will really free your mind. I would be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we got into a discussion about what would happen if technology were to totally crash. I explained how frustrated I was when G-mail didn't work at MAC. I wanted to quit. The features of G-mail that allow you to sort through and save all of your email totally have changed the way I live. If the Internet crashed and my cell phone didn't work I would have relatively no way to contact anyone I know, and very little information about my life. However who ever could crack into my G-mail account would have all kinds of information on me. Like how many times I used the word frisbee, who I email and frequency....oh man it is scary. But regardless I keep putting my life into cyber space and trusting that it will be okay. Just like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115273212932547335?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115273212932547335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115273212932547335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115273212932547335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115273212932547335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/cervesa-malo.html' title='Cervesa Malo'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115264395887320215</id><published>2006-07-11T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:27:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07/11 continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Snack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Veggies Soup in Tomoato Broth with Artichokes, Tomatoes, Yellow Squash, celery, Shitake Mushrooms, and spices&lt;br /&gt;Naked Juice (Power C Flavour)&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of Dried Mangos (they have sugar added to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to lunch I noticed that I was walking on a grate and I could see about two stories below me where my shadow was walking. The grate was so small that it didn't produce shadows. It was very surrealist, as if I was walking on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to attend the Performance and Interactive Media Arts Program at Brooklyn College. I have so many ideas that necessitate the knowledge I will acquire there. I care a lot about dream states and new technology. The new poster for the movie "The Science of Sleep" looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that since I got the Kitty and since I started eating breakfast I have been a whole lot more thorough with things. I am more apt to fold, or wash something instead of leave it in the sink. I want things to be clean, and I want items that I care about to be well placed and safe. I write better sentences and think about using words that more accurately describe my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had a run in with an old friend and former lover and he was acting very strange and kept making allusions to the idea that he didn't respect me and for about an hour was using hurtful language towards me. Later that evening I was able to have a very self affirming conversation with him, which described my feelings and let him know that this type of behavior was not acceptable to me, and that I could not put myself in situations with him (or any people) who continued to treat me badly. He agreed and apologized. Before this month I don't think I would have even noticed the way he was treating me because I was so desperate for everyone's approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a personal ad on Craigslist for an Authenic and Available Guy. I got tons of responses and although some of them seem nice, cute, and like make-out-able kayaking partners....I get the impression that I am not truly ready to start anything with a new person. Also it occurs to me that, being a queer person, that I am very unattracted to people who are not also queer, and my add was specifically seeking gents who edge (err?) to the straight side of things. I think in the past my friendships, relationships, and artistic partnerships have been forged with very difficult types of people (who although fiery, sometimes talented, and passionate) lack compassion, generosity of spirit, and an authentic desire to grow with me. I think that it is possible that my relationship to my Father has played a key ingredient to why I may seek approval or conspire with these types of people. I like the very idea that they are controlling and difficult because getting them to do work with me, hang out with me, and ultimately love me, is the ultimate challenge that will finally make me worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to undo this faulty wiring that attracts me to people that do not encourage my growth and who stifle my spirit and instead I am looking for partners in art and life through the journey of our collaboration inspire each other to our own fullest potentials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115264395887320215?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115264395887320215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115264395887320215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115264395887320215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115264395887320215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/0711-continued.html' title='07/11 continued'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115263041762993418</id><published>2006-07-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:08:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07/10-7/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Snack: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner @ Freds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guac, Salsa and Chips&lt;br /&gt;Salad with: arugula, Tuna steak medium rare, olives, green beans, potatoes, and yellow and red beefsteak tomoatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert:&lt;/strong&gt; strawberries, 3 mini chocolate kinders (which my sister brought from Germany), and some little baby waffle cookies with carmel (from Amsterdam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allergic to my cat. I got some benadryl, but the problem is that it wants to lay on my face when I sleep while it goes into a transe and kneading my eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Bannana&lt;br /&gt;1 Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened soy milk&lt;br /&gt;walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drinking green tea with a splash of soy very liberally, and not recording how much of it I consume. Probably around 4 glassees a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just used the restroom and I have been gassy, not sure what it is from? Maybe the mixture of stuff in the salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115263041762993418?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115263041762993418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115263041762993418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115263041762993418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115263041762993418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/0710-711.html' title='07/10-7/11'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115256066015159759</id><published>2006-07-10T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:44:20.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craving urge</title><content type='html'>I just started craving chocolate. So I ate a "mellow kiss" a dark chocolate square yummy.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was craving Hot Chocoalate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115256066015159759?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115256066015159759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115256066015159759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115256066015159759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115256066015159759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/craving-urge.html' title='craving urge'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115254529111638774</id><published>2006-07-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:28:11.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Snap and Expectations</title><content type='html'>Before I got G-Snap I was having all these fantastical ideas about how I could train him to pee in my potty.  The first day that I broght the kitty into my house it had other ideas about where it should pee. Its make shift litter box did not seem appealing, and instead opted to pee routinely on my bed and around my house.  This weekend my life became about the desire to teach my new friend how to use it's potty. After a little guidance and prayer, G-Snap is happily using the restoorm. I think this is a really ample analogy for what it must be like to have kids. You think that you will teach them five languages and that you will feed them all organic farm fresh seasonal food and you settle for getting them to read and are extatic that they are healthy. I think that in terms of expectations it is important to be idealistic and optimistic; then it is okay to be realistic.  I am so proud that my kitty is using it's litter box, it was a huge accomplishemnt for us. I am not punishing GSnap or myself for not meeting my original expectations, because they had nothing to do with the reality of the situation. They were more about my comfort and irrational desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115254529111638774?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115254529111638774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115254529111638774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254529111638774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254529111638774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/g-snap-and-expectations.html' title='G-Snap and Expectations'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115254423339019703</id><published>2006-07-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:18:53.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast/Lunch Day three 07/10/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs Overeasy&lt;br /&gt;One piece of Sprouted Sesame Food for Life Bread&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's not Butter Spray (really gross)&lt;br /&gt;One Morning Star Non-Meat Patty&lt;br /&gt;Sip of Oj&lt;br /&gt;Daily Supplements&lt;br /&gt;3 Wellness Formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ginger Beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quinua and Edamame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hummus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baked Tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am feeling particularly high today. I can swear that my nails are stronger and thicker. I stubbed my toe and it is all bloody and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon coming into the office I began drinking green tea with original soy milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to remember my dreams. Each night while lying in bed I commit to the intention of remembering my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I began lucid dreaming. I was at the $4Circus and my I was dancing and swinging my arms around. They were beams of rainbow light and they protruded from my sides in loopdi-loops and fantastic dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Later on I had really vivid dreams about living with my family. We were at an amusement park and my father started irrationally getting angry with me and telling me I shouldn't eat some cookies. I told him I could eat whatever I wanted and it is not like cookies were illegal. He said that he found pot in my jeans, which I swore were Emily's jeans. I got banished to my room and invited a few hours later for dinner. I refused coming to dinner opting instead to hang with my kitty. This was the ultimate insult to them and they were very angy. I was very hungry but decided not to join them for thier meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115254423339019703?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115254423339019703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115254423339019703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254423339019703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254423339019703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/breakfastlunch-day-three-071006.html' title='Breakfast/Lunch Day three 07/10/06'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115254366926852165</id><published>2006-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:01:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my reply</title><content type='html'>Dear Meredith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been really great since I started eating breakfast, I am actually feeling a little high on food this morning! I also got the supplements you suggested: Nordic Omega 3 and The Mega Food Women's Daily. Do I really need to take 3/day as it suggests? I had a friend over Sat night named Amber, who may be emailing you to start a program. While she was in the shower I cooked up some Arame, Kale, Quinoa, and Edamame (like you suggested) baked tofu, and some hummus and carrots for snack. She was impressed and it was delicious.  If it has been this good in only two days, I cannot wait to see what happens in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:&lt;br /&gt;my kitty is so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115254366926852165?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115254366926852165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115254366926852165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254366926852165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115254366926852165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-reply.html' title='my reply'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115250679322401672</id><published>2006-07-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:46:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter from Meredith</title><content type='html'>Dear Lauren, I can't tell you how nice it was to talk with you on Friday.  I'm honored that you've decided to work with me and I have a feeling you are no doubt going to teach me a thing or two as well, so I'm doubly eager to begin this processs with you.  You are so bright and enthusiastic, you can truly accomplish whatever you put your mind to and I am here to support you in any way I can, please take advantage of me.  You can email, text or call me anytime with questions or to share good news and sudden epiphanies.  Eat your breakfast!  Practice Awareness and Smile Young Grasshopper. Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Meredith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115250679322401672?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115250679322401672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115250679322401672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115250679322401672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115250679322401672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter-from-meredith.html' title='letter from Meredith'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115249178749888168</id><published>2006-07-09T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:36:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner day one and day two</title><content type='html'>din din consisted of&lt;br /&gt;quinoa&lt;br /&gt;edamame&lt;br /&gt;baked tofu&lt;br /&gt;shoyu seasoned kale&lt;br /&gt;sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;arame&lt;br /&gt;hummus&lt;br /&gt;carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally full but still went to cold stone with amber where i enjoyed a mint cookie chip flavored scoop in a chocolate diffed waffle cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have done that it made me oober full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also drank another extra strong ginger beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo shoot went really well!  We got some excellent shots, which I will post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i had Kashi good friends with strawberries, bannanas, and unsweetened soy milk&lt;br /&gt;yoga which made me very tierd, the teacher was really strict Iyengar style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nap, and almonds and half an apple with Rachel at the $4 Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1.5 garlic knots and a rainbow icee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my kitty with me today to meet Anya and Kae. They were so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115249178749888168?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115249178749888168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115249178749888168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115249178749888168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115249178749888168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/dinner-day-one-and-day-two.html' title='dinner day one and day two'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115240885068040801</id><published>2006-07-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:34:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more food/drink</title><content type='html'>ginger beer&lt;br /&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked up amber in a cab&lt;br /&gt;we are taking holla pics tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115240885068040801?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115240885068040801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115240885068040801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115240885068040801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115240885068040801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-fooddrink.html' title='more food/drink'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30849092.post-115239839043872786</id><published>2006-07-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:39:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of the New Me</title><content type='html'>So a LOT of my friends undergoing transitioning in various aspects of their lives have kept blogs documenting their progress. This is mine. I met with Meredith, my nutritionist last night at Souen and we decided that I need transformation on the cellular level. My toxitity is bleeding into my life/relationships/work/art.&lt;br /&gt;More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for Breakfast I had:&lt;br /&gt;Organic Rolled Oats&lt;br /&gt;Walnuts&lt;br /&gt;Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;OJ&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Black Tea with Non Sweatened Soy Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping got tons of grains and bulk bin items. As I purused the isles I realized that I had been indeed starving myself. Not in an anorexic way, but I never have food in the house and rarely take the time to treat myself to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$160 later I am stocked up on things to last me through the week and into the millenium. I also got Nordic Omega Three Oil and a Mega Food woman's supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Lunch I ate:&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Bannana&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Goats Milk Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Yoga toaday with Marlo, we learned how to breathe in a square. 4 counts in, 4 counts hold, 4 counts exhale, 4 counts hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a kitty named gsnap (ginger snap) yesterday that my friends Nicole and Jane found roaming the streets of Harmlem. We are going to heal together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30849092-115239839043872786?l=cellularlevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/feeds/115239839043872786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30849092&amp;postID=115239839043872786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115239839043872786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30849092/posts/default/115239839043872786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellularlevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-one-of-new-me.html' title='Day one of the New Me'/><author><name>as I do unto myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256551578906325314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='6' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2531/3316/1600/patty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
