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  1. My sister did try this with pork steaks and she said it was really good. Let me know how it turns out..
  2. I have been told 2 different things. .2 = 1/4 .4 = 1/2 .6 = 3/4 and then I got this .2 lb = 3 oz .4 lb = 6 oz .6 lb = 10 oz .8 lb = 13 oz I guess I just need to to remember to ask my leader.
  3. I keep getting different answer at different sites. I'm wonder what the exact weights are for .2 .4 .6 .8 If anyone can help? Please do. Thank you...
  4. I just pour it all in the skillet and mix it up. I do cook my chicken first.
  5. Diet Coke Chicken Makes 4 servings Ingredients: 4 skinless boneless chicken breasts 1 cup catsup 12 oz can diet cola Put chicken in non-stick skillet. Pour catsup and diet cola over the top. Bring to boil. Cover, reduce heat and cook for 45 minutes. Uncover, turn up the heat and continue to cook until the sauce becomes thick and adheres to the chicken. It turns into the most incredible BBQ sauce and it's only 4 points per serving. Yummm! POINTS: 4
  6. ve this Recipe for BBQ Chicken you can cook it on top of the stove or in the oven. It is really good served with rice. Hope this helps.. Diet Coke Chicken Makes 4 servings Ingredients: 4 skinless boneless chicken breasts 1 cup catsup 12 oz can diet cola Put chicken in non-stick skillet. Pour catsup and diet cola over the top. Bring to boil. Cover, reduce heat and cook for 45 minutes. Uncover, turn up the heat and continue to cook until the sauce becomes thick and adheres to the chicken. It turns into the most incredible BBQ sauce and it's only 4 points per serving. Yummm! POINTS: 4
  7. I would try it. I might just have to make it.
  8. Thanks every one for answering my question. It helped alot.
  9. Yes I do. It is easier for me because my DH is doing another program and All I have to cook for him every night is 2 veggies.
  10. Thank you. So the 4.8 means I hae lost 4 lbs and 13 0zs. Correct. So I'm 3 ozs. away from 5 lbs. Right?
  11. I have a guestion. The meeting was really busy today so I didn't get a chance to ask the leader. When I weighed in the last couple times. The first time it said 2.6 lose and then 2 and tonight .2. Altogether I have lose 4.8 lbs. Is that 4 3/4 lbs? what is the correct amounts for .2 .4 .6 .8?
  12. I also love the 1 point WW Fudge Bar. They are so big.
  13. I love these things. Any of the 100 cal snacks are great. Some are 2 & some are 3.
  14. I bought some flaxseed oil Softgels {1000mg} and I take 3 a day and I talked to my leader and she says they count. For the 3 softgels are 30 cals. 0 fiber. 3 fats= 1pt. So tha way I know I'm getting 1 good fat a day.
  15. Here's one. But I'm looking for one I got fromm WW Years ago. I might call my old leader. Oriental Green Beans Ingredients 1 lbs. trimmed green beans\1 tbsp. oriental sesame oil\3 tbsp. soy sauce\1 Tbsp. garlic cloves\1 tsp. granulated sugar Cook green beans 4-5 minutes or until tender in a large pot of rapidly boiling water. Combine soy sauce, oil in small bowl while beans are cooking. Set aside. Drain beans. Set aside. Spray wok or 10" skillet with nonstick cooking spray; place over medium-high heat. Add garlic. Cook 20-30 seconds, stirring constantly, until sofened. Add green beans. Cook about 2 minutes, stirring and turning constantly, until well coated. Add soy sauce mixture. Continue to stir and turn about 1-2 minutes, until most of the liquids are absorbed. 4 servings 1 point each
  16. Thanks for this post love spam. Never had lite though is there a big difference in taste. I do know they hve turkey spam now.
  17. Weight Watchers also have 1 point fudge bar. It is also bigger than a regular fudge bar. It is really good.
  18. Auntkellwe


    I'm going to a Banquet tonight and they have a Appetizer Table. They have med size shrimp and the book says 1/2 cup of shrimp or 2 ozs of shrimp is 1 point. Does anyone know about how many that would be. Thanks
  19. We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs. Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had. Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about. Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby. Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs Hear-me-roar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push (or 100)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the doctor (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole. After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines. Then come their "Teen Years." Need I say more? When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday. So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks... So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
  20. A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she told him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money so she would go to Italy to secretly have the child If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. Honey, she said, "You received a very strange post card today." "Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it," he said. The wife watched as her husband read the card, he turned white and fainted. On the card was written... "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without!"
  21. Rice (crisp) and marshmallow treat, 1 sm or 1/2 lrg (3/4 oz), 2 I found this on Dotties Weight Lose Page.
  22. A story with a moral: A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in Mysterious ways. After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days". Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!" The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine, celebrate our good fortune and see where the evening leads." Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man. The man asks, "Aren't you having any?" The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police.... MORAL OF THE STORY: Women are clever. Don't mess with them...
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