<?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-3356405884329765885</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:01:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULIE HADDEN'S ONLINE BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-3473842443248381949</id><published>2011-04-19T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:16:15.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet, please.</title><content type='html'>The Power of Positive Thinking, by Guideposts founder &lt;a href="http://www.guideposts.org/norman-vincent-peale"&gt;Dr. Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/a&gt;, was published originally in 1953 and I recently read that it has sold somewhere around 26 million copies worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not surprising that it is filled with meaningful insight that is still relevant today.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to highlight one aspect of the book in particular this week because it has taken on great meaning for me, especially in recent days. That concept is the daily practice of having a time of nothing but quiet. The prescription Dr. Peale recommends is for 15 minutes of absolutely no noise. Don't try to organize your thoughts. Don't read. Don't write. Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is a precious commodity for me. The balancing act of wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, author and speaker—although all of those roles are precious to me—can leave me tired and needing renewal. I am sure each of you can relate to the various demands that fall on all of us. And I have begun to understand with a growing appreciation the value of something as simple as quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently tried to implement this 15-minute rule in my own life. Some days I make it, some days the quiet doesn't come until I collapse into bed at the end of a busy day. But on the days that I can snag a little piece of solitude early on, I realize so many benefits. I can listen to God. And sometimes the silence reveals the very greatest truths to our hearts and lives from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe this practice is making a difference in my energy levels, productivity and patience throughout my day. Isaiah 30:15 says it best: “In quietness and rest is my strength.” Make yourself a priority by treating yourself to 15 minutes of unscripted solitude. You'll be amazed at the blessing you receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-3473842443248381949?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/3473842443248381949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=3473842443248381949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3473842443248381949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3473842443248381949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiet-please.html' title='Quiet, please.'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-2851488731239432553</id><published>2011-04-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:20:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to say, "Yes, I Can!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qV-kjN51lUE/TbdFBFX-FNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1p7pYZqBb_8/s1600/YesICanEvent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600020546583401682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qV-kjN51lUE/TbdFBFX-FNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1p7pYZqBb_8/s320/YesICanEvent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just returned from speaking at an event for an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.yesicaninc.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Yes, I Can, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; At 39, I was on a slate of speakers with a bunch of 20'ish Hollywood actors, and it really made me nervous. The audience, too, was younger than those I normally address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without even realizing it, I began the old, negative self-talk. I asked myself, “What do I have to offer this group? I’m an old lady compared to the rest of them. They couldn’t possibly want to listen to what I have to say.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like I was transported back in time to when I was their age. And that wasn’t a very empowered, confident time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately I have learned a thing or two on this journey I have been on for the past few years. And I know better than to give into that kind of negativity. I believed I was there for a purpose. All I could do was share my heart and my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I got great feedback from the very same kids I was so nervous about. I got a chance to talk one-on-one with several of them; they said they got inspiration and motivation from my story of transformation, a fact that still humbles and amazes me to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The experience reinforced some things for me, things that closely mirror the mission of the organization I was working for: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I don’t listen to the voices of fear, uncertainty or doubt?&lt;br /&gt;I can choose. I can change. I can persevere. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is telling me I cannot, it’s time to stand and say, “Yes, I can!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with those same encouraging words today. Whatever the obstacle you are facing, remember: Only you can choose your path—whether it be a path to success or failure. If you want to lose weight, or get an education, or change careers, or build better relationships, you can do whatever you want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no matter what the world says, it’s time for you to say, “Yes, I can!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-2851488731239432553?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/2851488731239432553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=2851488731239432553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2851488731239432553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2851488731239432553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time-to-say-yes-i-can.html' title='It&apos;s time to say, &quot;Yes, I Can!&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qV-kjN51lUE/TbdFBFX-FNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1p7pYZqBb_8/s72-c/YesICanEvent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-3409958768879031184</id><published>2011-04-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:28:27.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Movin'</title><content type='html'>I hate the process of moving. It’s really no fun. But sometimes it’s a necessary evil to get where we need to go. Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in life that are really no fun, but after all the hard work is done we can truly appreciate where we’ve been and where we are now. The past two weeks have been a confirmation of that for me, as my family moved…again! (But for what I &lt;a href="file:///free-ebooks/power-hope-7-inspirational-stories-people-rediscovering-faith-hope-and-love"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt; will be the last time for a long, long while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I’ve been swimming in an endless stream of boxes and Bubble Wrap; forced to clean out drawers and make “keep-it-or-ditch-it” decisions on items that I swore the last time we moved I’d never take to another house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don’t think we even realize how much unnecessary “stuff” we accumulate until we are actually forced to face it. As I sorted through still-unpacked boxes from our last move, I realized, If I haven’t used it—or missed it—in a year, I probably don’t need it. There were old clothes I’ll never wear again. I came across toys that my kids just had to have that have gone un-played with since before I can remember. There were lots of things that at one time really seemed important that I realized I don’t need to keep after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually made me think about many things we don’t need to keep but that, in our human nature, we tend to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have been holding on to a grudge over something that you can’t even really remember the origin of now, but it seemed important at one time. Or maybe there is bitterness that you’ve packed away that you didn’t have any intention of getting rid of. Is it jealousy? Unforgivenness? Hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes it’s good to unpack your life—both literally and figuratively. Moving forces us to do that. And moving on forces us to do that too. Both are hard, but both are good for us. Both really help us to live a cleaner, less complicated, more peaceful existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this time of year, we can all benefit from a good spring cleaning…not just in our homes, but in our hearts and lives as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-3409958768879031184?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/3409958768879031184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=3409958768879031184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3409958768879031184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3409958768879031184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-movin.html' title='Keep Movin&apos;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-5895880281308289084</id><published>2011-03-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:29:24.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Action to Achieve Your Goals</title><content type='html'>Recently a friend recommended that I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0849946360/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=guidepostsonline&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0849946360%22%3EThe%20Principle%20of%20the%20Path:%20How%20to%20Get%20from%20Where%20You%20Are%20to%20Where%20You%20Want%20to%20Be%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=guidepostsonline&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0849946360%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"&gt;The Principle of the Path: How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be&lt;/a&gt;, by Andy Stanley. The book's main message really spoke to me and I wanted to share my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all agree that we have hopes, dreams and plans for our lives. And most of us probably have pretty good intentions when it comes to seeing those things happen. But what are we really doing about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, if your plan is to live a long, healthy life, sitting on the couch and just thinking about exercising isn’t the road that will lead you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if you want to end up someplace, you must take deliberate steps to get there. Good intentions are fine, but they aren’t a substitute for action. You need to be on a path to your destination, both literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are disconnects in your life and discrepancies between what you desire in your heart and what you are doing in your life, then let today be the start to changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a destination you are trying to reach (and I believe we all do), remember: Your direction — not your intention — determines that destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-5895880281308289084?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/5895880281308289084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=5895880281308289084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5895880281308289084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5895880281308289084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-action-to-achieve-your-goals.html' title='Take Action to Achieve Your Goals'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8083085131765557969</id><published>2011-03-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:30:31.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Worth in Imperfection</title><content type='html'>I’m so grateful that life is full of teachable moments and that God is constantly reaffirming to me the enormous value and worth He places on all of us as His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point was reinforced before my very eyes yet again this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago, a new family came to our church and we immediately hit it off. They were warm and friendly; just a great family. Not long after we met, the father shared the story of one of their daughters, whom they'd adopted. (I’ll call her Elizabeth for the purposes of sharing this story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told of how she was born with a cleft palate and her biological parents abandoned her at birth. Whether it was because they felt they couldn't financially care for an infant with health needs or some other reason, this precious baby was given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no hesitation at all, our friends adopted her and welcomed her into their family. They loved her unconditionally and poured themselves into that little life. Years — and many surgeries — later, she is a lovely young woman. But more obvious than her physical attributes is her beautiful heart. She is sweet, loving, funny and kind; a woman who loves God and people. It’s a blessing to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there’s no doubt that she is aware of the circumstances surrounding the early days of her life. She knows the story of her birth parents’ decision. She must remember the medical procedures she underwent to have brought her to where she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to a kennel of beautiful Labrador Retriever puppies for sale by another family in our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all adorable! Some white, some yellow, some black. All playful and energetic. Except for one. (I’ll call her Molly.) She was born without a tail and her back legs don’t work. The American Kennel Club wouldn’t grant a registration for this puppy because she wasn’t perfect. When potential buyers came to look at the litter, they overlooked the smallest, least lovely one.&lt;br /&gt;And yet when Elizabeth first laid eyes on her, she fell in love. In fact, she wouldn't even consider any of the other puppies. Nothing would do until she could make Molly her own. The least likely to be chosen was the one she chose. She realized that the value and the worth of this little pup had nothing to with her exterior. This dog was just as valuable to Elizabeth — maybe more so — because she was not... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched this story unfold over the course of a few days, I couldn’t help but be reminded again of the incredible worth our loving God places on us. We don’t have to be the most pristine, or the most beautiful. We don’t have to be the most desirable pup in the litter. It doesn’t matter what the world says or doesn’t say about us. And it doesn’t matter where we come from. Our worth is based solely on the fact that the Creator of the Universe says we are worthy! There is no greater source of comfort and strength for me than to know that. And I &lt;a href="file:///free-ebooks/power-hope-7-inspirational-stories-people-rediscovering-faith-hope-and-love"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt; the story of Elizabeth and Molly will remind you of your incredible worth too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8083085131765557969?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8083085131765557969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8083085131765557969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8083085131765557969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8083085131765557969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-worth-in-imperfection.html' title='There&apos;s Worth in Imperfection'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-3055165158494064504</id><published>2011-03-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:32:20.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom Reminders</title><content type='html'>As a Florida girl for most of my life, I was accustomed to beautiful beaches and outdoor scenery. But since I moved to Georgia earlier this year I’ve been treated to all sorts of differences in climate and nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most gorgeous sights I’ve seen in recent days has been the blooming cherry blossoms. You don’t see those in Florida! The trees don’t even look real; each flower is so beautiful—only God could be the creator of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving my 10-year-old, Noah, to school not long ago, my husband and I were commenting on this especially striking tree. We had passed it every day for months and never noticed it until all of a sudden it seemed that the blossoms just burst magically overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to admire it for a few days on our trips to and from school, when Noah noticed that in a very short amount of time, many of the blossoms had already fallen to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only two weeks later the branches are looking sparse. There are only a very few pretty blooms left. In what seems like an incredibly short amount of time the once thriving splendor of the flowers is gone. One can only imagine that in another week, it will look completely barren and unassuming as it had all those many months we completely ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched the average lifespan of a cherry blossom, and found out that there were several variables that could affect it, but generally a healthy tree should bloom for 2-3 weeks. So truly there is a very small window of opportunity to relish the beauty of the cherry blossom trees.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of many things in life, and brought to mind the urgency to really soak in all the many blessings God gives us every day. When I get frustrated with the rowdy behavior of my sons, I need only to remember that just yesterday my 10-year-old was a toddler just learning to walk and talk. I blink my eyes and my three-year-old isn’t a baby anymore; but now a self-professed “big boy” who is about to start soccer practice in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is consistent in this life is &lt;a href="http://www.guideposts.org/free-ebooks/paths-happiness-7-real-life-stories-personal-growth-self-improvement-and-positive-change"&gt;change&lt;/a&gt;. Fortunately, the cherry blossoms are still blooming in many places around town. And for however long they last, I intend to soak in the sight of them and enjoy the beauty of this specific part of God’s creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also intend to let them serve as a reminder to appreciate all the blessings in my life—all the precious relationships, experiences and opportunities that come my way each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-3055165158494064504?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/3055165158494064504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=3055165158494064504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3055165158494064504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3055165158494064504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherry-blossom-reminders.html' title='Cherry Blossom Reminders'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8271706471362164129</id><published>2009-03-03T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:50:50.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser - "Acknowledging the Source of Your Strength"</title><content type='html'>There is a song that we sometimes sing at our church called "I Will Lift My Eyes." It’s by a talented writer named Bebo Norman. It’s a beautiful, reflective song. Every time we sing it I look over at my husband and see tears in his eyes. (He would probably hate that I am sharing this with you but he can just deal with it because it’s true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally just broke down recently and asked, "Mike what is it about that song that moves you so much every time you hear it?" His response was very touching and so I want to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As background, some of you may not know that when I was cast as part of The Biggest Loser my interaction with my family was completely limited for months. I didn’t get to call home. No letters at first. No e-mails. No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, no one even knew specifically where I was. Mike only knew I was in California somewhere. And that there was a hotline he could call in case of emergency. It is an essential part of the experience for contestants so that we can really focus on the task at hand: losing a massive amount of weight—getting healthy—and changing our lives. I understand the reason for the mandated separation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as my husband was holding down the fort without me—with our then 6-year-old son who didn’t really know where mommy was—he would go to church every week. And during that time they introduced the song "I Will Lift My Eyes" to the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first line of the chorus says, "I will lift my eyes to the Maker of the mountains I can’t climb. I will lift my eyes to the Calmer of the oceans raging wild. I will lift my eyes to the Healer of the hurt I hold inside. I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You."&lt;br /&gt;Well, those lyrics obviously spoke to him in a very personal way. And as he explained them to me I began to tear up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that the wife that he put on a plane to Los Angeles was morbidly obese. Walking up a flight of stairs was more than I could physically do. And he knew I would be forced to "climb mountains" and run races and exert myself physically far beyond what I was capable of doing in my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that from watching the show that sometimes there was drama and game playing and that there was bound to be some "turbulence" somewhere a long the way and he suspected I would fight against "oceans raging wild" in a number of different areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, he knew that this would be a process of soul searching and diving deep into some of the emotional hurts of my life. Eventually examining the reason I allowed myself to get in the unhealthy condition I was in. Because as I have come to believe, excessive weight is not always connected to a number on a scale—many times it’s emotional in origin and requires healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song covered all of the things that he knew I’d be facing. And it offered the hope that there is One who could meet all those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he explained it, I understood. And now I won’t ever be able to hear that song without sharing the same emotional reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I encourage you today to determine the source of your strength. Tap into that strength and let it give you peace for your daily life. No matter what struggles, turbulence or hurt you may experience—you can "lift your eyes" and find hope to meet you at the point of your need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8271706471362164129?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8271706471362164129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8271706471362164129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8271706471362164129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8271706471362164129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/03/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser - &quot;Acknowledging the Source of Your Strength&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-1059165297537447645</id><published>2009-02-24T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:58:23.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advise from a Loser - "Pushing Through the Pain to Find the Purpose"</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that exercise has become something that I really do enjoy. There was a time in my life when I couldn't get those words out with a straight face, but now I am thankful for a healthy body that is strong enough to exercise. It's therapeutic in many ways. And for me, it's also "social."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned several times the women's "boot camp classes" that I attend three days a week. We all sweat together and whine and complain together and yes, we all celebrate our accomplishments together. One of the things I think is the most crucial in the successful journey to not only losing weight to begin with, but also to keeping it off is accountability.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class is at different levels as far as physical fitness. But I still can't forget how it felt to be obese. And I remember the little victories along the way. That's why it is so easy for me to get excited with my friends when I see them hit a milestone or accomplish something significant in their own weight-loss journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a specific incident that happened with one of my friends who was new to the class. This particular instance was her very first time working out with us. It's always interesting to watch others "experience" a Biggest Loser-type workout for the first time. As I've often shared, I literally had to crawl to the bathroom in those early days because I was in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, towards the end of this particular work out session my friend just broke down in tears. It's normal to see people cry during intense workouts. It's a physically and emotionally exhausting experience. (In fact, I watched some big, grown men cry like babies on The Biggest Loser campus.) As she struggled to catch her breath and talk through the tears she said she couldn't articulate why she was crying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what I've been through, I knew immediately. I said, "I totally get it. You are crying for three reasons..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is the hardest thing you've ever done and it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are incredibly proud of yourself for actually doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can't believe you've let it get so out of control and that you are in the shape you are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that was it completely! I had "read her mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not really—but I did recognize the tears because they were my own not too long ago. But I am here to tell my friend and anybody else who is just getting started that YOU CAN DO IT!!!! It will be the hardest thing you've ever done. But like me—you didn't get in the shape you are in overnight—and you won't "undo the damage" overnight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have good days and bad days. I have victorious days, and then days when I still struggle. But I am here to tell you that it can be done. And it is so worth it. So to my friend—if she's reading this—I am more proud of you than you'll ever understand. And to everybody else—keep making progress one day at a time. And if you haven't started…today is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is purpose in the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-1059165297537447645?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/1059165297537447645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=1059165297537447645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1059165297537447645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1059165297537447645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/02/guidepostscom-advise-from-loser-pushing.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advise from a Loser - &quot;Pushing Through the Pain to Find the Purpose&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-9105890503960376894</id><published>2009-02-19T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:48:53.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "A Lesson from the Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lesson from the Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was invited to travel to St. Louis, Missouri to speak at an event for Christian Hospital. It was a "Heart Fair" and several hundred people were in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to be a guest speaker to share "my story" and to educate others of what I had learned on my "journey from obesity to good health." I think after having attended the function I realized that I probably learned far more than I taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motto for the event was "Learn, Change, Live…a healthier life." And there were so many incredible resources at the disposal of the attendees. In addition to presentations on the importance of health screenings, how to live longer, and what food to eat for a better life; there were informational displays where people could talk to health care professionals. I jumped right in, eager to soak in all the information I could. One in particular just about made my jaw drop.&lt;br /&gt;There was a display of real human organs. I was flabbergasted to see the effects that excess fat has on the human body. Having been an obese person, I saw the detriments of fat on the outside. I never really considered what it was doing to my inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never truly thought about the fact that fat accumulates around heart and leads to cholesterol build up in the arteries—and what that looks like in a healthy heart versus one affected by obesity. I’ve heard things like this for years as my own weight ballooned out of control. But seeing the organs was startling and took my head-knowledge to a whole new level. It truly reiterated to me the importance of being healthy and maintaining a healthy body weight.&lt;br /&gt;I am always careful to give advice regarding diet, because I am not a dietician or a doctor and before you do any kind of weight-loss regime or diet program you should check first with your physician. But I did learn some practical, common sense things that I wanted to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just some simple things that can make a difference, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eat foods that are naturally low in fat such as whole grains, fruits, and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;* Get plenty of soluble fiber such as oats, bran, dry peas, beans, cereal, and rice.&lt;br /&gt;* Limit fried foods, processed foods, and commercially prepared baked goods (donuts, cookies, crackers).&lt;br /&gt;* Limit animal products such as egg yolks, cheeses, whole milk, cream, ice cream, and fatty meats (and large portions of meats).&lt;br /&gt;* Look at food labels, especially the level of saturated fat. Avoid or limit foods high in saturated fat.&lt;br /&gt;* Choose lean, protein-rich foods such as soy, fish, skinless chicken, very lean meat, and fat free or 1% dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have never been a big fan of fish, but this past weekend as I heard of the benefits of Omega 3 fatty acids in preventing cardiovascular disease I became convinced that I need to introduce these more into my own diet and into that of my family.&lt;br /&gt;So I contacted a fabulous local chef in my hometown of Jacksonville—Chef Jessica Bright—to see if she would share a healthy recipe with me so I could share it with you. She was happy to comply. (And this sounds delicious to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grilled Salmon with Mustard Glaze and Grilled Broccoli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quick and easy meal can be prepared in minutes and it is wonderfully nutritious, the recommended portion size for the salmon is 3.5 oz per person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons spicy brown mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 ¼-pound salmon fillets with skin on&lt;br /&gt;1 large head of broccoli, trimmed to medium florets&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Kosher salt and fresh ground pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Preheat grill to high.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pat fillets dry, place skin side down, and season with salt and pepper. Combine mustard and brown sugar then apply paste to the top side of the filets.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spray the grill with grill-safe non-stick cooking spray. Gently place salmon on grill skin side down and grill until skin turns black, about 3 minutes. Turn salmon over and cook until desired doneness.&lt;br /&gt;4. While salmon is cooking toss the broccoli with olive oil, salt and pepper. Place in grilling basket and stir occasionally until stalks are tender and florets are nicely browned. Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you are watching the sodium in your diet omit salt and substitute your favorite sodium-free seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Heart Fair opened my eyes to many things. I hope that me sharing with you will give you "food for thought"—and a new recipe which will give you "food for your family." Take care of your heart. And take care of yourself…until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-9105890503960376894?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/9105890503960376894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=9105890503960376894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/9105890503960376894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/9105890503960376894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/02/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-lesson.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;A Lesson from the Heart&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-4193142677586695555</id><published>2009-02-12T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:53:54.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Love at First Sight"</title><content type='html'>With Valentine’s Day coming up soon, I thought it might be appropriate to write about “love” this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you do crazy things. It’s brought many a grown man to his knees. And it can make you feel on top of the world or in the depths of despair. Sometimes simultaneously. The human heart is a complex, but wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that the word “love” is so misused and overused in society today. It’s not unusual to hear someone say, “Oh, I love that pair of shoes!” Really? You want to use the word “love” to describe the way you feel about a pair of stilettos? It’s crazy how lightly we sometimes take the word that inspired one of the most beautiful passages of scripture ever written in my opinion, 1 Corinthians 13; the love chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can truthfully say that I do believe in “love at first sight.” I’ve experienced it myself.&lt;br /&gt;On October 13, 2000, after quick a traumatic delivery, a skillful doctor placed a 4 pound, 7 ounce premature baby boy in my arms and—immediately—I was head over heals in love. It was then that I truly knew what unconditional love was—because I felt it in an instant. And it helped me to see a parallel between our human ability to love as parents and God’s love for us as His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know why I love my husband. I can give the list of reasons. But that baby—my son Noah—had done nothing to make me love him. In fact, he had only been in the world a matter of minutes. And if anything, the months and months of morning sickness, extra weight, sleepless nights and body aches would prompt anything but feelings of love. And yet as I held that little squirming baby in my arms for the first time, I would have given my life for him without a second thought. My love for him was pure and complete. It was unconditional. And it really was “love at first sight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How incredible it is to think that God views us the same way. When He looks at us—despite all the things we might do that would prompt anything but loving feelings from anyone else—His love for us is pure and complete. He says that before He even formed us in our mother’s womb, He knew us. And loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about that reality, how can you not feel wonderfully blessed?&lt;br /&gt;I say I have been in love three times in my life. The first time I married him. The second time I birthed him. The third time I adopted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for each of you reading this today is that your lives will be filled with much love! Happy Valentine’s Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-4193142677586695555?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/4193142677586695555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=4193142677586695555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/4193142677586695555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/4193142677586695555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/02/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-love-at.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Love at First Sight&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8260016196797099239</id><published>2009-02-05T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:55:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Treat Your Calories Like Money....Really Make Them Count!"</title><content type='html'>I like to think of my home as a safe place in all respects, but safe regarding food in particular. I am a firm believer in “setting yourself up for success”—and I say that all the time. And part of what I am referring to involves stocking your pantry and fridge with good, wholesome, healthy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my struggle when my son had to do a “one hundred day project” at school and informed me that his project of choice was to decorate a picture of a lion (his school mascot) with Reeses Pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be kidding me? A second grader, a glue gun and a bag full of Reeses Pieces is the equation for disaster. However, me and a bag of Reeses Pieces in any scenario…is also the equation for a disaster! It’s amazing how old feelings about food and indulgences you have deprived yourself of for so long can creep back into your mind and become a temptation.&lt;br /&gt;I must be honest with you, I did enjoy a handful of the little orange, yellow and brown tempters. They seemed to call my name from the bag. But I quickly got it under control. This would not have been my response in the past. And I felt good about my decision. But it came on the heels of a recent reality I experienced when looking on the back of the can of some sort of energy drink. It said something to the effect of, “Treat your calories like hundred dollar bills. Make them count.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really got me thinking about that concept and how brilliant it is. In the past, I was always an “all or nothing” person. If I fell off the “diet wagon” in the morning I used that as justification to continue to make bad decisions regarding food all day. I would console myself by saying, “I’ll just start tomorrow.” And then tomorrow would become the next week…then the next month…you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about the money connection. Let’s say you had $1,200 and you went on a vacation and early in the morning on that first day you blew $500 of it right away. Would you say to yourself, “Well, I’ve already blown $500 so I might as well just fritter away the remaining $700?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would pace yourself much more responsibly and budget the remaining money for other things you had to pay for. So it should be the same with our calories. If you slip up and blow your calories on…let’s say…some Reeses Pieces, for example, does that mean you eat whatever you want the rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aboslutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pace yourself much more responsibly and budget the remainder of your calories so that you enjoy nutritious, smart choices the rest of the day. You don’t feel guilty, and you stay on track. And that’s one of the biggest challenges with losing weight initially and then with maintaining your weight loss afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these tough economic times we all want to get the most for our money. And that’s the way we should view our calories too. If there’s something you really want—then spend those calories on it. But then budget the rest responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have adapted this new “treat money like calories” mindset into my way of thinking. And at the very least—it’s fun to pretend I have $1,200 to spend everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8260016196797099239?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8260016196797099239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8260016196797099239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8260016196797099239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8260016196797099239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/02/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-treat.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Treat Your Calories Like Money....Really Make Them Count!&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-2831088973267826591</id><published>2009-01-29T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:57:51.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Not Easy, But So Very Worth It"</title><content type='html'>I was recently watching a popular late-night news/entertainment show. The topic was weight loss and keeping it off. The guests had lost really remarkable amounts of weight. I was really into watching the show and was shaking my head in agreement with much of what was being said. And then all of a sudden it was like I heard the sound of screeching brakes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the panelists said something to the effect of, “Once you’ve lost the weight and learned the lesson it really isn’t hard to keep it off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I couldn’t believe my ears, because that really isn’t my experience at all. I thought of how discouraging his remarks could be to people who are really fighting hard to maintain a significant weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, that was my perception when I first completed my time on The Biggest Loser. I thought it would be “a piece of cake” (no pun intended) to exercise lightly, eat healthily and maintain my dramatic weight loss. I found that not to be true. It’s hard work maintaining a significant weight loss. I actually think losing the weight was easier.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want my words to be discouraging, just as I wouldn’t want the words of that talk show guest to be discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my situation, it took me 34 years to get to where I was. It took me roughly eight months to lose the weight I needed to. And I fully expect that it will take me the rest of my life to maintain it. I don’t want to give anyone a false sense of expectation. But I don’t want to convey a false sense of discouragement either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think healthy living and good choices regarding food, exercise and quality of life in general are choices we all must make daily. This may surprise you, but I want to always remember the fat girl inside me because I don’t want to ever go back there. But I’ve got to be honest when I say my desire for southern fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy hasn’t gone away just because I lost nearly 100 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard this guy the other night quip, “Eh, it’s easy.” I thought that was a dangerous message to send. We have to combat the “Hollywood mentality” anyway—when we see movie stars drop their baby weight in what seems like minutes after having the baby. And the truth is—at least for me—maintenance is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But—and this is important—it is possible and it’s so very worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer often to my “journey to good health and fitness.” It’s an amazing journey with so many benefits. I am thankful for the body that I have and for the strength that I possess.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I want to share with those of you reading this—is that it may be a struggle, but please don’t let that discourage you. Anything worth having is worth working hard for and for exerting continuous effort towards. Author Liane Cordes wrote, “Continuous effort—not strength or intelligence—is the key to unlocking our potential.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I encourage you to continue in your effort to unlock your own potential. You’ll be so glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-2831088973267826591?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/2831088973267826591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=2831088973267826591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2831088973267826591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2831088973267826591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-not.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Not Easy, But So Very Worth It&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-9216390741599737696</id><published>2009-01-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:00:07.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Appreciating the Good in a Bad Situation"</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those weeks that was just awful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have. We all have. And I just came off of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week started with me just not feeling very good at all. During my workout on Monday I started feeling it. By Wednesday I was in full blown “sick mode.” That’s especially miserable when life doesn’t stop just because you want to. I am sure you all can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt weak…puny…pitiful. It was hard to care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the weekend, I couldn’t suffer in silence anymore and I gave in and went to an Acute Care Center where I was diagnosed with bronchitis and a severe sinus infection. I don’t mean to complain, but I just want to paint the picture of where I was physically and emotionally and why it was particularly unpleasant when in the middle of that same night, my 8-year-old, Noah, showed up on the side of our bed violently ill with one of the worst stomach viruses I had seen in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing. He couldn’t keep anything down all night. The next day was Sunday and so my husband got himself and the baby ready for church and the two family members who were not sick took off for several hours and left the two us piled up in bed. I am sure we looked pretty pitiful…just me, Noah and a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometime during that morning my perspective began to change. As I got feeling a little better once the antibiotic started kicking in, and Noah started feeling better once the virus and fever started to leave him, what we were left with was actually a very precious time together. What started out as sheer misery actually morphed into a really sweet memory.&lt;br /&gt;We lay in bed together and had a half a day of uninterrupted time…just the two of us. And I don’t know about the children in your life…but to get either of my sons to sit still for a minute is a miracle. We watched some TV, but mostly just talked. We talked about all sorts of important things: his favorite video game and what level he had gotten to…we talked about second grade politics…we just shared our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a valuable lesson during that time. Sometimes God allows you to get knocked off your feet to let you see what’s really precious. Even though I hate being sick and hate seeing my child sick even more; it was a good lesson and turned into a time with my son that I will cherish.&lt;br /&gt;So when things don’t seem like they are going exactly like you wish they would…look a little deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you might just find a blessing in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-9216390741599737696?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/9216390741599737696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=9216390741599737696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/9216390741599737696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/9216390741599737696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Appreciating the Good in a Bad Situation&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-5583880196100776365</id><published>2009-01-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:03:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "All I Needed to Know About Life I Learned from My One-Year-Old"</title><content type='html'>All I needed to know about life, I learned from my one-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well maybe not everything I needed to know about life…but there is a lot of truth to that statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest son turns one this month. And just being his mother the past year has taught me such incredible life lessons. My eyes have been opened to things that maybe I hadn’t taken the time to notice before—or at least not in the past eight years (the last time I had a baby around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay to cry when you don’t feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to eat—and eat often (as long as it’s the right things)—in order to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a good night’s sleep can make the difference between a good day and a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s just something wonderful about being held by somebody you love when you are feeling cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you can ever learn to walk…you’ve got to fall down a few times. (Okay, many times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take the time to notice them, even tiny seemingly insignificant things can be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belly laugh really is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the worst day can be turned around with a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that looks good, doesn’t necessarily taste good—like red crayons—and is not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squeaky wheel does usually does get the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably the most significant thing my one-year-old has taught me is something I really already knew: Nothing compares to unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the blessings you have in your life. And take a moment to reflect on some of the most simple truths you know. You may find, like I have, that there’s a lot of wisdom in the innocence, thoughts and actions of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we pay attention, we can actually learn a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-5583880196100776365?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/5583880196100776365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=5583880196100776365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5583880196100776365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5583880196100776365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-all-i.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;All I Needed to Know About Life I Learned from My One-Year-Old&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8414354576327540807</id><published>2009-01-08T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:23:30.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Goal Setting for the New Year"</title><content type='html'>There’s a popular saying, “Shoot for the moon…even if you miss you’ll still land among the stars.” And while that may be good advice in some things, as we begin the new year I want to suggest something kind of contradictory to you:  aim small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go, “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Julie,” let me explain what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I am not suggesting that you underestimate yourself or your potential in any way. As children of God we have within us the power to excel and achieve. But in regard to a weight loss journey—or really any monumental task that you have set for yourself—I say take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only look at my own experience, but I am basing this on what I’ve heard hundreds of others say as they share their experiences with me. They look at how quickly we did things on The Biggest Loser and compare those results to their own. Sometimes it seems unrealistic and discouraging. Sometimes if you look at the big picture all at once it’s easy to get discouraged. Discouragement leads to excuses. And excuses lead to giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of my journey to lose nearly 100 pounds, if I had really thought about all that I would have to do to reach that goal, it would have been easy to let discouragement set in. So I learned to set little, achievable goals for myself. And that’s what I recommend to others. Take it one day at a time; one pound at a time. Every pound lost is a victory. And then I recommend that when you’ve hit a milestone or a significant marker along the way (no matter how small)—CELEBRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to celebrate significant accomplishments with a big piece of chocolate cake. Not so anymore. I encourage you to be creative in your rewards for yourself. But you do need to acknowledge your hard work and your accomplishment. Go get a pedicure. Or make a date with your favorite person to go on a nice, relaxing walk in the cool of the day. Or you might even treat yourself to a new piece of clothing one size down. But whatever you do, celebrate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And then before you know it, all your little goals will add up to the one big accomplishment you are striving for. And you will realize how strong you are and have a true feeling of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, anything worth having is worth working for, and working hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the very best in whatever it is you are working for in 2009. Just remember to take it one day at a time, be consistent, don’t get distracted by the big picture, and don’t be afraid to be your own cheering section! &lt;a title="" href="http://www.guideposts.com/blog/link.cfm?lid=12938" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8414354576327540807?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8414354576327540807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8414354576327540807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8414354576327540807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8414354576327540807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-goal.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Goal Setting for the New Year&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-3024283125284883504</id><published>2009-01-01T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:25:00.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "What a Difference a Year Can Make!"</title><content type='html'>When I think back on life just one short year ago, so much has changed for me. &lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was coming off the excitement of eight months on a reality TV show. I came home and faced the challenge of blending all of the things I had learned through my experience on The Biggest Loser with real life. My household hadn’t really changed, but I sure had. And I had a lot of work to do to get the rest of the family “up to speed” in regards to a new way of viewing food, exercise and healthy living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t end up morbidly obese overnight. But my experience on The Biggest Loser had given me plenty of opportunity to realize why and how I had ended up that way.&lt;br /&gt;I had always struggled with my weight. Some people are just prone to that and I am one of them. But I really began to lose the battle of the bulge when I got married and became a mother. I had the very best of intentions. But it was like everyone and everything else took precedence over my own well-being. I just couldn’t “neglect” my husband or son or home or friends or church responsibilities. They all needed me. So who did I neglect? Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian Michaels, who was my trainer on the show, asks this very powerful question: “Would you treat your children like you treat yourself? Would you skip their doctor’s appointments? Would you feed them junk? Would you withhold play time?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is an emphatic “No!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do we do that to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of the most valuable things I have learned over the past year is that “selfish” is not a dirty word. And when I say selfish, I really mean a healthy concern for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know that by taking care of myself and making time to exercise and plan healthy menus and find some time just for Julie, that I can be so much better at all the things that really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, before I was trying to run this “machine” that is my body with absolutely no fuel whatsoever. I fed it the wrong things, I deprived it from rest and restoration, and I even let a busy schedule deprive it from spiritual nourishment. And the result? I was a train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new mindset I am able to be a better wife and mother. I am more productive. I am healthier and happier than I have ever been. And you know what? My husband and children have totally “survived” that new way of thinking just fine! In fact, it’s better for our family all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven months ago we adopted a precious newborn baby. And mixing late night feedings and diaper changes and the general care of a baby is exhausting. A wonderful blessing; but exhausting. I felt the temptation to neglect myself in order to get everything else done. So I had to make a conscious decision not to do that and to really practice what I preach. &lt;br /&gt;But through determination and God’s grace, it’s all coming together beautifully. And that’s my wish for you in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to make yourself a priority in 2009. And I bet you the results will not only be a Happy New Year—but also a “Happy New You!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-3024283125284883504?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/3024283125284883504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=3024283125284883504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3024283125284883504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3024283125284883504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2009/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-what.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;What a Difference a Year Can Make!&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-3991819929515643573</id><published>2008-12-20T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:32:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for Guideposts.com</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been given a wonderful opportunity to work with Guideposts.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideposts Magazine ("America's Favorite Magazine") has been providing its readers with inspirational stories since 1945! And I am so happy to be joinging them as one of their online contributors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please visit: &lt;a href="http://www.guideposts.com/"&gt;http://www.guideposts.com/&lt;/a&gt;  to read not only my blogs - but all of the information, stories and articles about health &amp;amp; wellness, prosperity, relationships &amp;amp; family, faith &amp;amp; living and personal change. It's a great place to "visit" just to be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post my blogs from Guideposts.com here on my personal blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are experiencing a wonderful holiday season and that the coming New Year will be especially blessed for you and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-3991819929515643573?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/3991819929515643573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=3991819929515643573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3991819929515643573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/3991819929515643573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging-for-guidepostscom.html' title='Blogging for Guideposts.com'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-7160309786274144215</id><published>2008-06-16T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:57:19.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Orlando Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SJr_LVt4qAI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-DJ3rd8BWI/s1600-h/SeaWorld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231774487417497602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SJr_LVt4qAI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-DJ3rd8BWI/s320/SeaWorld2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from a long weekend in Orlando. I had some business to take care of in Winter Park on Friday and then we decided to enjoy a day at "Sea World" and then take a leisurely ride home on Sunday, which was Father's Day - and I happen to be married to one of the best fathers in the world! My sister Jennifer and her roommate Rachel went with us. They are the best!! And definitely made the trip more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked through the gates of the Park, I was greeted by some avid fans of "The Biggest Loser." That's always neat. Later in the day my son Noah was featured in the new Shamu Show "Believe." The Show itself was incredible – but as a mom it was so moving to see my child so excited about something. They asked him what his dream was – and he said to be a veterinarian. He beamed when they took him down to the front of the theater and showed his image on the huge screens. It really was a neat experience. After we left the Show he was still buzzing about how cool it all was. We asked him, "Noah, which was more exciting? Be in the 'Believe' Show just now or being on national television on 'The Biggest Loser'?" He thought about it for a second and said, "I guess the Shamu Show just now…because there were so many more people watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike laughed and said, "Yeah, 14.5 million television viewers for the Biggest Loser…they had to have twice that many people in that amphitheater." (Not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was interesting - - different this time - - but in a lot of good ways. As I've said before – food is going to always be an issue for me. Making good choices is a decision that I've got to make everyday. And it's something that does get easier in some ways (because I know Jillian will fly to Florida and kick my butt if I don't), but it would still be very easy to fall back into bad habits. So I was SO EXCITED to see that Sea World now has a healthy alternatives restaurant called "Mama's Kitchen." If you are visiting the park you really should try it. They've got salads and turkey sandwiches and whole wheat pasta salad. They even have sweet potato chips. It was good to see that mainstream venues like Sea World are offering healthy options for those of us who are trying to eat right – but want to still enjoy all the fun everybody else is having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this probably sounds silly to mention – but I haven't been to a theme park in years. And I couldn't believe the difference in how it feels to sit on a roller coaster and not be afraid that the bar will fit over me. Or not be embarrassed on a ride that my butt is spreading over into the seat of the stranger sitting next to me. It was a great feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it. I just wanted to share a little bit about our weekend. I hope everyone is having a great week so far and that all you dads out there had a blessed Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-7160309786274144215?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/7160309786274144215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=7160309786274144215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7160309786274144215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7160309786274144215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-orlando-trip.html' title='Our Orlando Trip'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SJr_LVt4qAI/AAAAAAAAABg/j-DJ3rd8BWI/s72-c/SeaWorld2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-1779415050309033095</id><published>2008-04-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:26.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SD1-jtyQDRI/AAAAAAAAABY/z2j7cC4GnY0/s1600-h/JulieBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205455896361045266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SD1-jtyQDRI/AAAAAAAAABY/z2j7cC4GnY0/s320/JulieBall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SD1-FdyQDQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/u7QiefJ4azw/s1600-h/JulieBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made the following post to my blog on "Myspace" - but my friend Tammie reminded me that not everybody uses Myspace so she suggested that I put this information here - on the Blog associated with my Web site. So here it is..."My best advice"...for what it's worth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody! Life continues to be so busy - - but wonderful. Both my boys are growing by leaps and bounds before my very eyes. Noah is almost as tall as I am and he's only seven! (Ok, so Mike calls me a legal midget, but still...) And Jaxon turned three months old yesterday. And he is barely fitting in his 3 month outfits. Life is good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke at a local middle school today and I am often asked the same questions. I am flattered that people even care what I have to say. It's kind of odd but good at the same time if you know what I mean. I still maintain that I am just an ordinary person who was presented with an opportunity to take control of an area of my life that was in desparate need of some attention.&lt;br /&gt;I really do mean it when I say, "If I can do - anybody can do it. There's nothing extraordinary about me." Actually it seems to be that statement that resonnates so loudly with people. And I am thankful that I can share that viewpoint because I really do believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the teenage girls at the school today - who is also a Myspace fan - asked me for some advice. There are a few key points that I think were very significant in my own journey and I like to share them with others when they ask. And I do actually get asked that a lot. This sweet girl was very appreciative of the time I spent talking to her and said, "You really should post that advice on Myspace! I'd love to be able to go back there and read it again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, you know, that's not a bad idea. It's only my opinion. There's nothing magic to the words I am about to share with you. But I am going to share them anyway. If nothing else they are a good reminder to ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you who are reading this probably know that fought my weight most of my life. I was never really thin. But I finally understood that THIN doesn't necessarily mean HEALTHY. And it really is about good health and quality of life. It's not a vanity issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my best advice to anyone struggling with weight issues like I was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Start today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop putting it off. Stop making excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Find your motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For me it was the example I was setting for my son. It was the desire to have another baby. It was the fact that I wanted to grow old with my husband. That was the defining motivation for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't look at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Take it one day at a time. One pound at a time. Looking too far ahead will only discourage you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Move more and eat less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning more calories than you consume is the ONLY way you will lose weight. You have got to get moving. Take it slow but do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Surround yourself with positive influences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rid your home of bad foods. Surround yourself with supportive people who will encourage you. Set yourself up for success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Set small achievable goals and then when you reach them...CELEBRATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't have a piece of chocolate cake though. Go get a pedicure. Or take a walk with your best friend. Buy a piece of clothing one size down that NOW you can get in to. Do something for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;BELIEVE you are worth it. Because you are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that last one is one of the hardest. Because as an overweight person I was faced with a lot of rejection. Prejudice against the obese is the last acceptable prejudice left in society. And it's hard not to buy into the lies we hear all around us. But you've got to do it. And then when you are on this side of the struggle you'll be so glad you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my motivation t-shirt on the Show was "To finish what I started, for once." I've had so many people tell me they could relate to that slogan. But you know what? I have realized that I will never "finish what I've started." This will be an ongoing journey for me for the rest of my life. So my new slogan is "to continue what I've started...forever." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-1779415050309033095?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/1779415050309033095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=1779415050309033095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1779415050309033095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1779415050309033095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-best-advice.html' title='My best advice'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/SD1-jtyQDRI/AAAAAAAAABY/z2j7cC4GnY0/s72-c/JulieBall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8895153469614876398</id><published>2008-04-11T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:26.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paying it Forward:  Biggest Loser Style"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R_9vL8c0KnI/AAAAAAAAABI/qzulB10HNpU/s1600-h/JKMyspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187987546750331506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="233" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R_9vL8c0KnI/AAAAAAAAABI/qzulB10HNpU/s320/JKMyspace.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody. The following article hit the newspaper in Jacksonville today so I guess it's ok to share the info with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know "The Black Team" loyalty runs deep. We really are like a family with "Momma Jillian" looking after all her "kids."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the following article explains better than I can - after the Final Four this year were determined (in "real time" not what you saw on TV last week) I had a phone conversation with KELLY. She is - in fact - absolutely as sweet and sincere as she appears on TV. She was struggling to get in "the groove" in prepping for her upcoming Finale. So it seemed like a no brainer to invite her to come to Jacksonville - and move in with me and my family for six weeks - and work together. And that's exactly what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great time and she has worked so hard. My local trainer Margie has very similar leanings in her training style as Jillian. So there was no mercy shown. The end result to all of Kelly's hard work from the past several months on the Show leading up to now - as you will on April 15 - is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of her. And in the process I've developed a friend for life. I don't want to sound cheesey, but I've got to say that I believe that God allows us to go through extraordinary experiences in this life not to keep it all to ourselves but to share those blessings with others. My "Biggest Loser" experience was life-changing. So I had to "pay it forward" with Kelly. It really was a privilege to be able to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the following article. Thank you to writer Mark Woods and the Florida Times Union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Losers' team up to tone up, slim down for NBC finale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By MARK WOODS, The Times-Union&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While eating lunch with two participants in NBC's The Biggest Loser, one past and one present, I asked if strangers ever recognize them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on cue, when Kelly Fields got up from the table, a woman approached her.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," the woman said excitedly. "You're such an inspiration. I hope you win."&lt;br /&gt;If the woman had glanced back at the table, she would have seen - and probably recognized - the reason that Fields, a 38-year-old nurse from Titusville, was in Jacksonville.&lt;br /&gt;Julie Hadden was the runner-up on The Biggest Loser's fourth season. She lost 97 pounds, going from 218 to 121. And she has been where Fields is now: beginning the jarring transition from reality TV to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You learn so much from being there [on the show]," Hadden said. "You have to pay it forward."&lt;br /&gt;So when the fifth season headed to its final phase - with the four remaining contestants leaving a rigidly controlled environment and heading home for several weeks before the season finale - Hadden offered to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited Fields to come live with her family and to work out with her trainer, Margie Marshall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short-term result: Despite being limited by a herniated disc in her back, Fields has continued to drop weight and jean sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stairs, stairs and more stairs," Fields said with a laugh last week. "I came here between a size 10-12. In three weeks, I'm down to a six."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long-term result: By spending time with Hadden, Fields has an idea what is ahead. Life after the finale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "reality TV," of course, is a misnomer. Most of the genre involves more fantasy than reality. And when shows end, with the exception of a few big winners, the reality is that little changes. The bachelors and bachelorettes don't get married and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;But that's part of the appeal of The Biggest Loser. Many of the participants - not just the eventual winner of a $250,000 prize - say the experience is life-changing. And that has touched a nerve with viewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an obvious question is what happened when Hadden returned to Jacksonville last December.&lt;br /&gt;To start with, she no longer could run a "quick" errand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd go into Wal-Mart and inevitably someone would recognize her and start pouring out their own story, often through tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America loves a good makeover. And The Biggest Loser produces the most dramatic ones on television today. The most viewed video on jacksonville.com this year used to be a song about Jack Del Rio. Now it's "Julie Hadden's Amazing Transformation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was scheduled to go to Washington to talk to Congress about the importance of nutrition. But in January, something bigger came up. She and her husband, Mike, adopted a baby boy, Jaxon.&lt;br /&gt;So she has gone from life on The Biggest Loser ranch to life at home. Changing diapers, waking up for 4 a.m. feedings, doing activities with 7-year-old Noah, church, shopping, bills, meals and ... OK, here's the answer to the question you want to know: No, she hasn't turned into The Biggest Gainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is about 10 pounds heavier. But that's compared to the unrealistic bar set by the season finale. She's still nearly 90 pounds below her old weight and determined to stay there. She has changed her lifestyle and eating habits for the long term. And for the short term, she has some familiar motivation. She wants to look good for another season finale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be on national TV again on Tuesday, this time as Fields' mentor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw myself in her at the beginning of the show," Hadden said. "I could just tell that her self-esteem, her persona was almost sad. Some people are like, 'I'm going to win this thing.' She was like me, saying, 'I just hope I make it until tomorrow.' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields kept making it to tomorrow. She went from 271 pounds at the start to 178 in the show that aired this week. And in the process, she has developed loyal fans, which is both flattering and strange. A co-worker asked her for an autograph. Strangers call out her name. After she ordered a meal recently, another diner asked the waitress what she had. And when the show's ardent fans see "Kelly from Season 5" together with "Julie from Season 4," it's like they've hit The Biggest Loser jackpot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadden was getting her hair done recently. Fields and Marshall, their trainer, stopped in to chat. While they were talking, a girl and her mother burst through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but we've walked by here 15 times," the mother said. "Are you Kelly from The Biggest Loser?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Fields said she was, the two strangers let out yells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" one of them asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm visiting my friend," Fields said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairdresser spun around the chair, turning Hadden toward them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8895153469614876398?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8895153469614876398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8895153469614876398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8895153469614876398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8895153469614876398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/04/paying-it-forward-biggest-loser-style.html' title='&quot;Paying it Forward:  Biggest Loser Style&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R_9vL8c0KnI/AAAAAAAAABI/qzulB10HNpU/s72-c/JKMyspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-7086637815507566930</id><published>2008-03-27T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:59:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "ivillage post elimination blog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just came across this on iVillage.com. I had forgotten even doing this interview. Obviously, it was done before the Show aired based on my response to "who will make it to the end?" I KNEW who would make it but I wanted to be coi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, just thought I'd post it...kind of for posterity I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ox,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie Reveals her Turning Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshow.ivillage.com/diet/recipes_from_the_biggest_loser_appetizers/healthy_snacks_fit_for_a_party.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name:Julie Hadden&lt;br /&gt;Age:35&lt;br /&gt;Starting Weight: 218 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Weight when leaving campus: 160 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Finale Weight: 121 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Jacksonville, FL&lt;br /&gt;Status: MarriedOccupation before leaving for the show:Stay-at-home mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.) What was your big turning point -- either during the show or before that made you realize you needed to lose weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turning point was really more of an evolution; it wasn’t instantaneous. But it was very poignant. Obviously, I knew I needed to lose weight or I wouldn’t have auditioned for the show to begin with. But I have always hidden behind a big smile and covered everything up with black clothing to minimize my size. But still, I wasn’t kidding myself about my problem. My husband begged me every year to go with him to his big office Christmas party. My excuses became ridiculous. But I knew he had photos of me on his desk from our wedding 9 years ago. His co-workers thought I STILL looked like that. There was NO WAY I’d show up and blow that image. I was embarrassed. I think moments like that were my turning point prior to the Show.&lt;br /&gt;But my crystallizing moment once [I was] on the set was at the first weigh in. They had kept our weight from us prior to the official weigh-in that was filmed for TV. And to be honest—I know this sounds crazy—but I didn’t know how much I weighed. We just didn’t have a scale in our home. And THAT was no accident. When I saw my weight for the first time, I gasped at the reality of that number. And then I burst into tears. I had no idea it had gotten that out-of-control. With no full-length mirrors and no scales at home, it’s easy to lull yourself into a “delusion of grandeur” I guess. That fictitious image of myself was blown away at that moment. And I knew that I was there for a reason. That God had allowed me this opportunity to make a life-saving change in myself. I never looked back from that point on. I said the whole time I was a part of the show that it was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. But every day I was there was a GIFT!!! I mean that with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.) What is one thing you wish you had known before going on The Biggest Loser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said while participating in the show that “If I had known how hard it would be, I would have NEVER done it.” And in retrospect I am SO GLAD I didn’t know. I have never been subjected to such physical or emotional stress in my life. You know the process of turning a piece of coal into a diamond? It’s through the intense almost unbearable pressure that the results are so magnificent! Well, that’s how I feel about all of us. So it might sound cliché and it might sound hokey, but I can’t say there’s one thing I wish I had known. Because if I had seen the whole picture clearly before I participated,I may have very well cheated myself out of one of the biggest blessings of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.) If you could have done one thing differently during the show what would it be? I don’t have many regrets from the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that any of us played a perfect game, but I think I played the game pretty well. I tried to retain my integrity while at the same time realizing it was a competition. If I had to pinpoint one specific thing it might be that I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry throughout the process. I had seen men and women both cry like babies on previous seasons and I was determined to not do that on national television. But I cried a lot. Every single emotion known to man came out in me. I experienced some of the greatest joy and some of the most intense pain ever! And I could picture my friends back home saying “Suck it up cry baby.” And I regretted crying. But when someone you really grew to love got voted off or you were at the end of your rope due to physical pain or exhaustion - - sometimes tears was the only outlet I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.) What do you think your biggest weight-loss obstacles will be now that you're dieting on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely maintaining the same intensity in regard to working out. My trainer was so inspirational and motivating. And although the working out on the show was incredibly demanding, it was my full-time job while I was there. Now I have to balance a healthy lifestyle with all the other competing demands of me. Balancing the caring for my child and my husband, keeping the house clean, being a soccer-mom and room mother, teaching my little 3-year olds in Sunday School and everything else that makes demands of my time, is a huge challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.) What advice can you give other people who are hoping to lose extra pounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first thing you need before you lose one pound is the BELIEF that you can actually be something different than what you see in the mirror. How you look on the outside does not define who you are on the inside. But on a practical note, you have GOT to start exercising. Burn more calories than you consume. Think about how wonderful the future can be. You owe it to yourself and to everybody who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.) Who do you think will make it to the end of the show and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be any four of the following: Amber, Amy, Nicole, Patty, Bryan, Phil, David, Hollie, Isabeau, Bill, Ryan, Gerry, Jez, Kae, Lezlye, Jim, Neil or Me. Any of us could be standing in the end. We had a very diverse cast this year. Everyone embodied different qualities that would make them an outstanding winner. I could go on about just about everybody. I made some lifetime friends from this experience. So it’ll be neat to see who is standing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.) What is one thing that happened behind-the-scenes that no one would know from watching the show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much behind-the-scenes FUN that couldn’t possibly be captured on camera. The show would have been 5 hours long per episode if it had been.&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully, they will see that although we were 18 individual competitors and we all had the same aspiration to win, we really did care for each other. The strategies that were executed at the elimination table did not necessarily reflect the love and care we genuinely held for each other behind-the-scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-7086637815507566930?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/7086637815507566930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=7086637815507566930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7086637815507566930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7086637815507566930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-ivillage-post-elimination-blog.html' title='My &quot;ivillage post elimination blog&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-7934053453977372619</id><published>2008-02-23T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:35:28.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest addition</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have not had one spare second to get online and respond to messages, but I do receive them from my Webmaster.  And I thank you so much for your continued love, support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, want to take a moment to share some very exciting and life-changing news with those of you who stop by my Web site and have encouraged me to update my Blog more frequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a new mommy again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are overjoyed over the new addition to our family through adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought our new son home when he was only two days old.  But we met him the day he was born and spent as much time together as possible in the hospital until he came home.  We got to know his birth mother and she and I actually spent a lot of time together.  She agreed that this was a "God thing" and was at perfect peace.  I assured her that if she had any misgivings that it couldn't be God's perfect will for her life – and if it wasn't God's will for her life; then it wasn't for ours' either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoption, in my opinion, is the most sacrificial example of love in today's society.  We will be forever grateful for the gift the birth mother gave us.  He already feels like he's always been a part of our family.  Our seven year old son (many of you all saw Noah on TV) feels as though this was HIS idea.  We brought him into the loop early on to make sure that he also was at peace with the idea of going from only child to big brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we told him about the baby (before he was born) Noah responded "That baby needs us…and we need him."  Out of the mouth of babes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before has anything transpired so smoothly or beautifully.  It was the hand of God at work because every obstacle was removed from our path.  Every door that was meant to open MORE than opened.  It FLUNG open.  God sent specific people into our lives during the process with confirmation after confirmation that this was His perfect will for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved being a stay-at-home mom.  But now I have a chance to "do it better."  I am healthier and happier than before thanks to my experience on The Biggest Loser.  And I am able to be a better wife and mother in every way.  Of course some of my "plans" have changed somewhat.  It's funny how a baby can do that.  But I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate all the messages and comments and the sweet e-mails people send through the Web site.  I am overwhelmed sometimes by the stories people share with me and the encouragement everyone continues to give.  I wanted to post this blog just to give everyone a little news of what's going on with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby has such a sweet disposition, but we call him our little owl.  He loves to sleep during the day and stay up all night.  I had forgotten how tired you can get caring for a newborn but also how wonderful it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks again for stopping by.  And for taking the time to read my Blog.  I will try to do better at keeping it updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-7934053453977372619?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/7934053453977372619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=7934053453977372619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7934053453977372619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7934053453977372619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our newest addition'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-4199287947075296531</id><published>2008-01-23T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:26:37.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  "Meet Julie Hadden"</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I am Julie Hadden. You may know me from the reality show The Biggest Loser. A little over a year ago, I was given the “chance of a lifetime” and I experienced a total makeover: my body, mind and spirit. And I believe that when something extraordinary happens in a person’s life they should be compelled to share that experience with others. Now, I am not talking about being on television…I am talking about what happens when “reality TV” becomes just…”reality.” I am so happy to be able to share some of what I’ve learned with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I hear most as I meet people who are fans of the show, whether it’s at a speaking engagement or just at the mall, is that they think I am relatable. And I think that’s true. There’s nothing extraordinary about me, I am just like everybody else. And hopefully as I share some of the things I’ve learned you will be able to translate that knowledge into something that may also help you on your journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are such a wonderful time of year. And there is so much to be thankful for. It should be about enjoying the company of those we love the most…not about what’s on the holiday menu. Why is it that every gathering or holiday party seems to revolve around food? If you are like me it’s a very delicate balance between enjoying all of the socializing and making healthy choices in regards to eating at this time of year. I have found that there are ways to “set yourself up for success” around the holidays so that you can enjoy everything about this festive season, without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, don’t go to a party famished. Have a light snack before you walk out the door. That way when you arrive at a party your stomach won’t be rumbling and you can be more focused on making a beeline for your friends than the dessert table. Also, if you are going to a party set yourself a calorie limit or determine in your mind exactly what you will allow yourself to eat ahead of time. That way if you must have your grandma’s famous Christmas fudge, you can enjoy it in moderation and still walk away feeling in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are hosting a party have carry out containers on hand and give your guests a “doggie bag” on their way out the door. You’ll look like a gracious host when you’re really just trying to get the leftover temptations out of your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also create new family traditions that don’t revolve around unhealthy habits. You can help out at a homeless shelter or give gifts to a family in need that might not otherwise see an expression of love at the holidays. Taking the focus off of yourself and showing love to others is a wonderful way to embrace the true meaning of the season. If you live in a warm climate like I do, take a family walk to enjoy the Christmas lights and decorations in your neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don’t forget to make exercise a priority. If you get a little off track because of all the many commitments of this time of year then step up your workout as soon as you can. I’ve found that it’s not so important what you do, as long as you are consistent with your exercise regime. If you burn more calories than you consume, you won’t gain weight—in fact you will lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week I will share things with you ranging from simple life experiences to life on reality TV to tips I’ve learned along the way. May your family experience all the joy that comes with this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-4199287947075296531?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/4199287947075296531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=4199287947075296531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/4199287947075296531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/4199287947075296531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2008/01/guidepostscom-advice-from-loser-meet.html' title='Guideposts.com - Advice from a Loser:  &quot;Meet Julie Hadden&quot;'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-1207001857198504199</id><published>2007-07-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:26.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rt6M8myuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y101khAwfUg/s1600-h/Wk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148861120666585826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rt6M8myuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y101khAwfUg/s320/Wk12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When else do you get to be in Salem with the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Thursday, November 29, 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the best day we have had yet. Alison took us to “Days of our Lives”; I was a little ridiculous. I was over the top about Sammy Brady’s apartment. Then we all got head to toe makeovers. It was awesome. The best part was they told us to look into the mirror and then the mirror rolled back and my husband was standing there. Seeing him made an already great day the best ever. When else do you get to be in Salem with the one you love. Heh heh.7/19Back to the grind. Jillian was really excited for us (Being able to see our families). She wasn’t however happy about Isabeau voting off Amy. She said it was strategic suicide. I tried to tell Issy that we needed to keep all 5 members of the black team, but she said she couldn’t justify voting off B and leaving Amy. I will be honest, I think Jillian was right, we will all live to regret that move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So… Guess what… I can’t climb. Today we had a challenge. We had to climb a never-ending rope. Yea… not so much my strong suit. I didn’t however come in last. (Something to be proud of.) Each week gets harder and harder, let’s just hope I stay above the real yellow line. That in and of itself is challenge enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last chance workout!!!! I hate last chance workouts. Jillian is always in rare form. I guess I would say she was successful today, she got me to scream out loud and cry. That for her is progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dark day, yea!!!! The workouts are still brutal, but the atmosphere is more relaxed. In this house few things are ever relaxed, so these days are priceless to me. I also got to make a phone call home today. Hearing Noah tell me he loved me and missed me was hard to hear. Each week that part gets harder. It is not natural for a mother to leave her child. I just have to remember that at the end of this he will have a happier healthier mom. That is the only thing that keeps me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the weigh in. Lets just say that I skated by with the hair of my chinny chin chin. Yikes. Either Kae or Nicole are going home. It is so sad, at this point everyone is really close and it wont be easy to say goodbye to either one of them. This game is only getting harder. Who wants to send someone home when they are so close to their dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want me come and get me… Really Neil….Really????? And when I get you then what? I tell you what, when I do get you, I am gonna steal your money and take it all the way to the bank. I would however think about giving you a job.. As my driver, of my Suv that is, Mr. I never won a challenge!!!!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-1207001857198504199?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/1207001857198504199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=1207001857198504199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1207001857198504199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/1207001857198504199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/12/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-11.html' title='Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 11'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rt6M8myuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y101khAwfUg/s72-c/Wk12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-5997762520711157420</id><published>2007-07-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:26.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RtF88mytI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6sz77bhKIYg/s1600-h/Wk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148860223018420946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RtF88mytI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6sz77bhKIYg/s320/Wk11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to admit, it was fun getting a sugar rush, but not worth what Jillian is going to do to us tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, on Biggest Loser, we ate doughnuts. They were fantastic. Guess who won the $5,000? Bill! Imagine that. I have to admit, it was fun getting a sugar rush, but not worth what Jillian is going to do to us tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark day!!! Loved it. The Blue and Red team left for the day so it was really quiet around here. Hollie and I joked that it will be much nicer when they are gone permanently. He he he All joking aside, things are getting really serious around here. Everyone is cracking down. Stinks for me because I have to work twice as hard to loose half the weight. It will be worth it in the end though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was challenge day. It was a triathalon. I only made it through the spinning part.I was trying to get Hollie through the competition so that she could win in the swimming portion. I knew that if she won the immunity that it would knock a big threat below the yellow line. The surprise was she could pick a friend to go home and receive immunity also. Guess who she picked? Yep …. ME!!!!!!!! I can’t believe it. I am gonna get to see my family. Thank you Thank you Thank you. I LOVE HOLLIE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words cannot describe what it felt like to see Mike and Noah. I feel like I live in two separate worlds. My head lives on Campus and my heart lives in Jacksonville. It was a double edged sword to say the least. It was awesome to go home and horrible to leave. It did however make me realize why I came here in the first place. To change my life and the life of my family. Unfortunately I can’t do that at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving Mike and Noah was the toughest thing I have ever done. Watching them cry as I left just about ripped my heart out. I am more determined than ever to get to the end. I will not leave them in vain. Everyday at this campus is a gift and I need to be here as long as possible. The thing that drives me now is knowing that I have a family at home that loves me and is waiting for me. That is what I will focus on when I’m working out for 5 hours a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well… I lost nothing at the weigh-in. YIKES!!!! How embarrassing. I have never been so thankful for immunity. I guess going home is gonna be harder than I thought. I am scared that leaving this campus is going to change everything. These next few weeks I plan on gleaning whatever information I can from Jillian so that next time I return home I will be more successful than this time. I really hope that I can stay. I have to stay above that yellow line. Whatever it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/17/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well… Drama!!! Isabeau turned her back on Amy and voted her out. OOUCH. I want to see what Jillian will have to say about that. Should be interesting. I really hope it doesn’t come back to bite Issy in the butt (or me for that matter). Personally I think that B was the bigger threat, but he is a really great guy and I can’t say I would want him gone. At this point, saying goodbye to anyone will be hard. (well… maybe not anyone….)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-5997762520711157420?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/5997762520711157420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=5997762520711157420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5997762520711157420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5997762520711157420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/07/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-10.html' title='Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 10'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RtF88mytI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6sz77bhKIYg/s72-c/Wk11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-7973645579549675997</id><published>2007-06-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:27.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RrUc8mysI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ZVpoiBnHBQ/s1600-h/Wk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148858273103268546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RrUc8mysI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ZVpoiBnHBQ/s320/Wk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can make progress or I can make excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Tuesday, October 30, 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/06/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was especially brutal. Jillian does not like losing players so she is determined we will WIN this next weigh-in. I thought I was pretty determined too, well until I hit my fourth hour of butt kicking. OUCH! I literally can’t raise my arms and don’t even get me started on my broke down legs. You know what though? She’s right. Not one thing I did in that gym today hurt worse than sending Jim home. Dang – I hate it when she’s right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/07/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms hurt, my knees hurt, my ankles hurt, my back hurts, my joints hurt, my stomach hurts…get the point? Days like today are pretty typical, I just have to keep reminding myself that this is a blessing. Opportunities like this do not come around very often. Pain is part of the process. I have two choices – I can make progress or I can make excuses. Pain or no pain, this time I’m making progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/08/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our challenge. The prize was a video from home. Ask me if I saw my video…uh, that would be NO! Guess who won the challenge? Red team, oooh surprise surprise. They have won 5 out of 6 challenges. Oops, did I say “they”? Sorry…I meant Phil has won 5 out of 6 challenges. Seriously…why are they here? He doesn’t need them. I know I know – bitter much? I just really wanted that video. OK, get off my back. Sorry Phil, I hope you enjoy your video! THERE now are ya’ll happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/09/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a really bad day for our team. Jillian had to break the news to Hollie that her mother only had a few days to live. It was so incredibly sad. I know she really needs to be with her mom but I also know what this opportunity means to her. I have no idea how this horrible tragedy will end, but I hope that Hollie will be at peace with whatever choice she makes. If mother dies, she will die knowing what a beautiful daughter she has inside and out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/10/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day we got to make phone calls. It was absolutely fantastic. I hadn’t heard my husband’s voice in 7 weeks. Just hearing him say “I love you” was better than any prize they could give me. Knowing that the people you love most in life are rooting for you, praying for you and supporting you gives you renewed strength. Strength to “finish what I’ve started” for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a weigh-in. I hate weigh-in days. They are so nerve wracking. I lost 4 pounds. Not bad, not great but hey, I’ll take it. This week was a really rough week for our team, but fortunately we won’t have to be in the elimination room. Nothing is worse than that room. Just the thought of that creepy place gives me the heeby jeebys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/12/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, Phil was eliminated, not by his own team, but by the Blue Team. It was a tie. It will be weird to not see him everyday. Who will I pick on in my blogs? Who will win all the challenges for the Red Team? Just kidding Red Team. Seriously though, he will be missed. The ironic thing about this game is that he was eliminated for doing a great job. How bad does that stink? He went home because he was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-7973645579549675997?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/7973645579549675997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=7973645579549675997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7973645579549675997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7973645579549675997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/12/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-6.html' title='Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 6'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RrUc8mysI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6ZVpoiBnHBQ/s72-c/Wk6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-7265069019120196323</id><published>2007-06-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:41:09.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can’t wait to see what vacation with Jillian will be like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Thursday, October 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/28/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long day. Early this morning we worked out, packed and then headed to the airport. I’m so glad we got there nice and early, otherwise we might have missed our 5 hour late flight. Yeah that’s right 5 hours late. Did you know it takes 6 ½ hours to get from California to Jamaica? Six hours of sitting next to a woman who obviously had a bladder problem, loved to talk and had questionable depth perception. Fun, fun, fun. By the time I got there I felt as tired as a one-armed paper hanger. Can’t wait to see what vacation with Jillian will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/29/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Jamaica is gorgeous. It was worth the drama of getting here. We had dinner with Alison. It was the first time we got to hang out with her. She’s great. This place is truly paradise. I only wish my husband could be here with me. We could lay out on the beach and listen to the wind blow, sip some fruity drink, hold hands. Instead I’ll be running football drills in the sand and I can see it now, at some point I will be facedown in the sand with Jillian yelling something like: “Do another one or you’ll die where you lay!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/31/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our massages. It was fantastic. I really needed that. In this game you get beat up everyday and it was nice to just be pampered. It was even nicer being pampered while the other teams were being tortured by their trainers. Oops…was that mean? Oh well, they should have won the challenge. He he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/1/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Jamaica…I hate to leave this place. It is so beautiful. Back to life on campus. It feels like being out for summer break and having to go back to school. YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-7265069019120196323?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/7265069019120196323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=7265069019120196323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7265069019120196323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/7265069019120196323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/12/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-5.html' title='Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 5'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-2630807515744800799</id><published>2007-05-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:41:33.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was really tired. Not just normal tired, but trouble-walking tired."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wednesday, October 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason today I was really tired. Not just normal tired, but trouble walking tired. I guess it’s all-just catching up with us because everyone else seems to feel the same. I’m going to try to go to bed early tonight. Maybe that will help. We had a temptation tonight. They tried to tempt the trainers with cupcakes. Yeah right, Jillian wouldn’t budge. I think they could have offered her a million dollars and she still wouldn’t eat them. It was the principal of the whole thing. She is trying to teach us about making wise choices and taking a bribe at the sake of your health wasn’t worth it. Good for her. Its great to know she practices what she preaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I’m still alive, barely. I can’t believe a body can physically go through so much and survive. For most of us, it is the first time we have felt proud of ourselves in a long time. No amount of money can measure up to having self-esteem. Not even $250,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a dark day. Dark days are fantastic. There are no cameras to follow your every step. I would tell you what I did, but I would have to kill you. There were no cameras to document it. He He He!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/21/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a challenge day. They made me sit out because I don’t run as fast as everyone else. At first I was disappointed, but when I saw Hollie wipe out on that mountain I was kinda glad I didn’t have to do it. She was covered in blood and gravel. I guess having short legs isn’t so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/22/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our “last chance workout”. Sounds morbid, huh? It is!!! The sad thing is, even if we were to keel over and die, Jillian would probably still drag our dead bodies onto that scale tomorrow. She would giggle and say: “Poor Julie, God rest her soul, at least she lost another three pounds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here! Tonight we won the weigh-in. It was great. I actually lost 7 pounds. That’s right…7 pounds. It was sad that the Blue Team has to send someone home, but at least we can be together for another week. It makes all our hard work worthwhile. Hey, did I mention I lost 7 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the Blue Team eliminated Patty. That stinks. She was so sweet with every person who leaves, it gets tougher around here. You grow to love these people and it hurts to see them leave. I hope next time I see Patty; she is wearing a size 8 and showing off her gorgeous smile. She will definitely be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-2630807515744800799?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/2630807515744800799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=2630807515744800799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2630807515744800799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/2630807515744800799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/12/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-4.html' title='Campus Diary--Julie Hadden, Week 4'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-8352676317902249427</id><published>2007-05-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:27.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary: Julie Hadden, Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rov88myrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aljPWEfVuLA/s1600-h/Wk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148855447014787762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rov88myrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aljPWEfVuLA/s320/Wk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yikes! I never knew a person could miss pizza so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/12/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our first temptation. Yikes! I never knew a person could miss pizza so much. When I saw it sitting there it was like seeing a long lost friend. Kind of explains why I’m here, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/13/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was emotional. Being away from my only child on Mother’s Day really hurt. I kept thinking about how he probably made some cute little card and had no one to give it to. It’s hard on days like these to stay focused, but I know it will all be worth it in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/14/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we got our butts handed to us on a plate by a bunch of kids! How bad is that? It’s bad enough to lose to another team…but to a kid who can’t even spell challenge…Yikes! Next time yellow team…Next time! 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/15/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our last chance workout. Last chance that is…for our trainer to drain every last drop of energy from our limp body than heave us on some torturous device and bring us to the brink of death. Sweet Sanjaya! Tomorrow we’ll probably start by digging our own graves. Ah…good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/16/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our weigh in and my 35th birthday. I told my whole team that all I wanted for my birthday was for us to stay together. Thank heaven I got my wish. We were all so happy! Well, happy until we saw the faces of the Blue Team. I felt so sorry for them. I know this is a game, but sending some one home is no joke. It looks a lot easier on TV. I think tonight, instead of thanking god for our victory, I’m gonna spend my time asking god to give them an overwhelming sense of peace. I get the feeling we’re going to need their prayers soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/17/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a really brutal day for me. Not just physically but emotionally. My son graduated from kindergarten today. OUCH! As a parent you live for moments like that. Hopefully being here will one day make up for all the things I’m missing. It’s worth it to think of a lifetime of happy and healthy memories that I’ll get to share with my familyToday the Blue Team eliminated Jerry. It was a sad day for everyone here. Personally, I think the Blue Team made a poor strategic choice, but then again it wasn’t my decision. We’ll see what happens next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-8352676317902249427?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/8352676317902249427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=8352676317902249427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8352676317902249427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/8352676317902249427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/09/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-3.html' title='Campus Diary: Julie Hadden, Week 3'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rov88myrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aljPWEfVuLA/s72-c/Wk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-6918999644342145453</id><published>2007-05-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:27.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary: Julie Hadden, Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rn_s8myqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY7djP8-NqY/s1600-h/Wk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148854618086099618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rn_s8myqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY7djP8-NqY/s320/Wk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jillian told me I was gonna walk until my legs fell off. Ha Ha Ha Ha. I thought she was kidding, not so much. By the end of the day I was walking like a new born giraffe. That Julian…she’s a barrel of laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-6918999644342145453?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/6918999644342145453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=6918999644342145453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/6918999644342145453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/6918999644342145453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/09/campus-diary-julie-hadden-week-2.html' title='Campus Diary: Julie Hadden, Week 2'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3Rn_s8myqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY7djP8-NqY/s72-c/Wk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356405884329765885.post-5620637437031116219</id><published>2007-05-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:27.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Diary: Julie Hadden Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m glad I didn’t know how hard it was gonna be because if I know me, I never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RnT88mypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtfvxDrJSEE/s1600-h/Wk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148853866466822802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RnT88mypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtfvxDrJSEE/s320/Wk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 24TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord Plans to Prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a future and a HOPE.”Jeremiah 29:11Today was the day. The day that will change everyday for the rest of my life. Words can’t describe what it felt like to finally hear the words “ You are going to the ranch” I was overwhelmed. Tears immediately began to flow. How does your mind grip around all these emotions at one time? A dream was coming true right before my eyes. How can I live without my husband and son for potentially four months? How am I gonna endure the pain I know I am about to face. Then an overwhelming sense of peace and thankfulness came over me J.D. told us that each of us was here for a reason I am gonna spend the next week, month, whatever trying to figure what that reason God has allowed this once in a lifetime opportunity, this second chance, for a reason. I have felt hopeless for a long time (about my weight), and thought for the first time I actually believe Jeremiah 29:11 not just in my head, but in my heart . I have hope. I have a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 25TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Climbing in the desert) Today I was one big ball of nerves. What would our first day be like? We drove for what seemed like hours, only to arrive in the middle of nowhere. Seriously… We were surrounded by dirt and cactus. First thing we had to do on camera was climb a steep hill covered by sand. “The first time up, I was panting so hard I could have blown tumbleweed across the plain. Yikes, I felt parts of me that I have not felt in years. I wanted to quit so bad, but was too embarrassed to. Dang it, if they can do it, so can I. You know what, the second third and fourth weren’t as bad. I felt proud of myself and everyone else. We did it!! And miraculously we all survived. I never thought I would say this but it actually felt good to break a sweat. I will sleep like a baby tonight. This will be the first day that I will not go to bed feeling defeated. It may have been hard, but I did it! I conquered that hill nothing could feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 26TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin. Today was an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. You made it,…No you’re going home if you do not win the race through the desert. Sorry…we didn’t pick you…you are not good enough. Then like a Knight on a white horse. JILLIAN!! Words could never express how it felt to see her. All hope was gone, then in an instant it was back with a vengeance. Redemption in a leather jacket, jeans and some kickin boots. I cried like a baby. I couldn’t stop the tears.The Black Team…How appropriate. I love Black. I know we will kick some serious BOOTY!! Although Jillian does scare me a tiny bit YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APIRIL 27TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of training PURE HELL…. I’m too tired to write anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 28TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during the brutal beating at the gym. Jillian had a heart to heart with me. She asked me why I was here, what was my goal. I told her I was to lose weight. That wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted deeper. If I don’t know what it is in life. What I am working toward then I am just being tossed in the wind. I told her that I feel selfish for being here (deep down)… She said taking care of yourself is never selfish. That dying at a young age and not being there for my child would be more selfish. She gave me a lot to think about. Why am I here, what is it I want out of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 30th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a spinning class, needless to say I can barely walk. (They should really make those seats softer, not to mention bigger.) We were all exhausted afterwards when Jillian told us we were gonna go straight from our spinning class to hike Runyan. I thought hiking… that sounds like fun. …..WRONG!!!!!It was a stinkin mountain! When I looked up at that thing, I thought…She has lost her mind. I was panting just getting up the ramp to the entrance.Half way up when she told us we were ½ way there I seriously thought about quitting. Just giving up and dissolving into a pile of tears but I was too afraid of what Jillian would do She can be scary. Then I briefly thought about pushing her over the cliff, sitting down and having a snack. (Just kidding)Eventually I made it. It sucked to be the last one up, but I made it. To be honest I didn’t care who was first or last, I was just trying to catch my breath and not die. The pain really was excruciating. When we finished Jillian told us she was taking us to lunch. Wow…our first fun outing. Well… excited until she told us after lunch we had two more hours of cardio. So close…We should have known. That woman is a machine. You know what though…we were all still alive! BARELY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 4TH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my legs/knees hurt more than I could ever have imagined! I literally cried today because of the pain! I have no idea how I will make it through tomorrow. Everyday I pray for God to give me supernatural strength. I want to do my very best, but I don’t want to end up harming my legs permanently. This show is definitely not for wussies. You know … I’m glad I didn’t know how hard it was gonna be because if I know me, I never would have stepped on that plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3356405884329765885-5620637437031116219?l=juliehadden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/feeds/5620637437031116219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3356405884329765885&amp;postID=5620637437031116219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5620637437031116219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3356405884329765885/posts/default/5620637437031116219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliehadden.blogspot.com/2007/09/campus-diary-julie-hadden.html' title='Campus Diary: Julie Hadden Week 1'/><author><name>101798</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17215688277119147447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3rz8M8mywI/AAAAAAAAABA/yrDI_PBTm-g/S220/Just+Julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5US67y0Utt0/R3RnT88mypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtfvxDrJSEE/s72-c/Wk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
