<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580332030139047928</id><updated>2009-10-13T17:09:57.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>☆╮Corpo Perfeito</title><subtitle type='html'>'Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit'
O que me nutri me destrói.


Querer é poder !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268088990707522945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580332030139047928.post-1313406969500758146</id><published>2008-01-27T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:55:06.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R50mfR1U-FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cJFqVp-gtg/s1600-h/ana+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160323066841331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R50mfR1U-FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cJFqVp-gtg/s320/ana+89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lindaas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passando rapidim, pra falar que vou ficar uns dias sem PC =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô de mudança.. e aí vai levar acho que uma semana pra ligar o computer na nova casa ;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô triste a beça, meu cachorrinho morreu anteontem :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei em choque, ontem passei o dia todo chorando.Parece que estão tirando todas as alegrias de mim :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora o que falta acontecer? ¬¬ Aff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, sobre a dieta. Eu tava com um LF só de frutas esses dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é minha certeza: Melancia e Goiaba são PERFEITAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emagrecem e tiram a fome *o*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre³ agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj saí do LF, pq ontem eu tava mto mal e hj se eu ficasse sem comer acho que teria passado mal :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comi, mas miei agora à noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã vou tentar começar o LF da maçã, com uma amiga, Bruninha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promete perder em torno de 6 quilos em uma semana. Duas maçãs por dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou fazer exercícios, pq nunca mais fiz ¬¬&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única notícia boa é que eu ganhei minha balança, finalmente. Mas isso não me deixou tão alegre, pq ainda tô pensando mto no meu dog .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, quando voltar quero as novidades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580332030139047928-1313406969500758146?l=theperfect-body.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/feeds/1313406969500758146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580332030139047928&amp;postID=1313406969500758146&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/1313406969500758146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/1313406969500758146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268088990707522945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14662104850348513255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R50mfR1U-FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cJFqVp-gtg/s72-c/ana+89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580332030139047928.post-3478472922558885041</id><published>2008-01-20T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:45:50.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R5OxUZD_NRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3rd_LOc3P9g/s1600-h/62.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157660962152461586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R5OxUZD_NRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3rd_LOc3P9g/s320/62.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To sentindo a falta de muitas meninas... :T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Será que estão viajando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bom, aqui esses dias tá um tédio. Eu vou dormir de manhã e acordo 5 da tarde :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O bom disso é que sobra menos tempo pra comer, e meu LF tá indo na boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quer dizer, na boa mais ou menos. Eu faço o máximo pra me controlar, mas parece que a comida fica cada vez mais me cercando. Acreditam que nesse mês eu até já sonhei algumas vezes com comida? ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O lado bom por enquanto é que eu to no controle. Quando me dá vontade de comer, eu penso "Pra quê comer agora.. um prazer que você só vai sentir por no máximo meia hora.. e ficar se odiando logo depois, morrendo de arrependimento?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tá funcionando; esse pensamento tá me ajudando a evitar mais a comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Já ouviram falar, né? 'Um minuto na boca, para sempre nos quadris.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que vale ter o prazer de comer uma coisa mto gostosa.. se logo depois de comer vc quase morre de arrependimento?Te obriga a miar (que eu não gosto, é mto ruim), e mesmo miando não elimina tudo o que vc comeu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor não comer !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O resultado depois é bem mais&lt;/span&gt; agradável, uma recompensa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157661477548537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R5OxyZD_NSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cl3kv9Th7Qw/s320/ATgAAACMect6a2JSkNNb4el9bxUiue8DNYs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E fora que eu estou uma porca, de tão gorda.A barriga continua gigante.Eu sinto vergonha de comer, como uma gorda que precisa emagrecer tanto pode comer? É isso tb que tá me fazendo pensar duas vezes antes de cair nas tentações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Toda gorda deveria comer com MTA culpa, ou então não comer. Assim todo mundo seria feliz e magro. E os 'magros de ruim' não iam ter como falar dos gordos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ahh cara, minha mãe agora tá enchendo meu saco. Toda hora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Eu não te vejo mais comer, menina."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Se ficar sem comer vai ficar anêmica" (frase típica de mãe ¬¬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Você só dorme... não come mais, filha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Outro dia ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Eu ia comprar uns biscoitos e um requeijão hoje..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aí na hora eu falei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Só se for aquele biscoito de sal light, você sabe qual é, e o requeijão light tbm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aí ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Tudo light? Vc tá comendo mta coisa light.. Aliás, nem comendo você está mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu nem comentei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157660786058802434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R5OxKJD_NQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KEcVHMgWMxQ/s320/555.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tô tentando fazer a dieta líquida.. Eu consigo o dia todo (até pq não tenho mais fomee, o que eu ainda tenho é vontade de comer.Mas eu controlo), aí chega a noite as vezes eu belisco alguma coisa sólida.Nada calórico, óbvio, tipo uma banana, algumas castanhas... Mas vou parar com isso, quero mto fazer dieta líquida *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tá fácil de fazer pq eu to no controle, meu LF tá em torno de 200 a 300 kal.. Eu to esquecendo de contar, mas eu sei que está por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O foda é que eu to sentindo mta falta de comida de verdade =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;À noite, qdo to no pc, começam a vir imagens de comida na minha cabeça. Prato com arroz, feijão, frango, depois tortas doces, batata frita... Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Só coisas que eu sou proibida de comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu vou dormir pensando em comida, sentindo o estômago vazio (eu amo isso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quando vejo TV, novela por exemplo, e vejo as pessoas comendo eu já fico olhando e me perguntando porque algumas pessoas podem comer o que quiserem e serem magras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo quando eu vejo alguém mais cheinho comendo, eu já penso 'Pára de comer, minha filha'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas enquanto eu tiver forças, vou seguir no LF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Não aguento tanta gordura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580332030139047928-3478472922558885041?l=theperfect-body.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/feeds/3478472922558885041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580332030139047928&amp;postID=3478472922558885041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/3478472922558885041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/3478472922558885041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/2008/01/oi-to-sentindo-falta-de-muitas-meninas.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268088990707522945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14662104850348513255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R5OxUZD_NRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3rd_LOc3P9g/s72-c/62.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580332030139047928.post-1590715888997732573</id><published>2008-01-15T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:29:11.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novoo Blog ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R41dHJD_NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cmWvFkkqazA/s1600-h/66.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155879525682197746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R41dHJD_NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cmWvFkkqazA/s320/66.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oi princesaaas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seguinte, meu blog do terra (&lt;a href="http://perfectbuddy.blog.terra.com.br/"&gt;http://perfectbuddy.blog.terra.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;) tava dando problemas demais pro meu gosto ¬¬'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esses dias todos eu tentei postar, e não consegui.. não sei o que aconteceu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não podia ficar sem postar o mês inteiro só pq o blog não cooperava --'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então resolvi fazer esse novo ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomara que esse não dê trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano Novo, Blog Novo :PP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, chega de enrolação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volteei semana passada, lindas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A viagem foi mto booa =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorei, deu pra aproveitar bastante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ir na praia todos os dias *o*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô bronzeada como eu falei que ia ficar XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ruim é que comecei a descascar nos ombros _ _'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer o quê, né, é a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh, antes que perguntem, não peguei nenhum gato da viagem ¬¬&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aushuahsiahsia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu bem que queria, e no ano novo a praia tava perfeita *.* (hehe), mas eu tava com a minha tia 90% do tempo --'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí não rolou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu supero, diversão não é só com homem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beeem, lá no Hotel só tinha café da manhã.Almoço e jantar era por conta própria, e eu e minha tia fomos nos restaurantes lá por perto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No começo dos dias eu me controlei, fiquei no LF. E não comi nada no avião, óbvio.Fiquei dormindo na ida e na volta pra não ter que comer, pq minha tia tava enchendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim... Meninas, o Hotel era 4 estrelas, aí vcs imaginam o café da manhã, né?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era um banquete, tinha cada coisa deliciosa.Mas TODOS os dias eu me controlei e comi só salada de frutas, e isso quando eu tomava café.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almoço e Jantar eu tentava comer salada sempre que podia.. mas com o passar dos dias eu comecei a ir jacando ¬¬&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos últimos dias eu comi pra caramba lá, fiz a festa mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu nem vou comentar sobre o Ano Novo ¬¬&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes da meia noite, teve jantar no Hotel. Música, champanhe, e mtaaaaaaaa comida. No prato salgado eu me controlei, mas de que adiantou.. depois eu ataquei as sobremesas. Comi TRÊS pedaços de torta Oo'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma de morango (que tava mto boa), um pedaço da torta de limão divina (rs) e pudim. Aff. Mas era Ano Novo, então vamos perdoar x.x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;auhsuahsuahsua =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, o resultado dessas comilançazinhas nos últimos dias de viagem foi ganhar um quilo (63, 0)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não se preocupem. Já recuperei meu controle, graças a Deus. Voltei ao meu LF que eu tava sentindo falta *.* e acho que já devo estar nos 62 kilos de novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá na viagem algumas coisas foram tensas pra mim (rs) pq eu vi muitas meninas com corpão (claro, PRAIA) e eu me sentindo A ORCA. Na praia eu morri³ de vergonha, mas eu queria tomar sol, e tinha tanta gente que ninguém ia ficar reparando em mim, então eu desencanava e ia pegar meu sol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez que eu saía com minha tia pra comer, eu ficava com medo de me descontrolar e pedir coisas mto calóricas (e foi isso que aconteceu algumas vezes mesmo ¬¬), ficava pensando 'Vc só pode comer salada e refri light', o de sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sempre me sentindo gorda --'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falando em se sentir gorda, isso tá muito estranho, meninas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô me sentindo cada vez maior, uma porca ¬¬&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá me dando nojo de comer. Mas isso é bom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu LF tá baseado em sopaaas =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conhecem a Vono, né?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De 30 a 90 kal *.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sonho... eu fiz compras e peguei um monte de pacotinhos de Vono, fiquei encantada.Tem poucas calorias e enche a barriga *.* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou viver disso agora ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euheuheueheu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas já tá acabando :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou comprar mais amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, e vcs como estão minhas lindas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As novidades desse tempo em que eu tava ausente?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou indo pq o post tá gigante³.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjinhoos :*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580332030139047928-1590715888997732573?l=theperfect-body.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/feeds/1590715888997732573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580332030139047928&amp;postID=1590715888997732573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/1590715888997732573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580332030139047928/posts/default/1590715888997732573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfect-body.blogspot.com/2008/01/novoo-blog.html' title='Novoo Blog ;)'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268088990707522945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14662104850348513255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNefVWeyO4o/R41dHJD_NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cmWvFkkqazA/s72-c/66.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>