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<p> Hi, I'm Emily. I'm fifteen years old and growing up in Wisconsin. It's been my dream to become an actress since forever. I love acting and being in front of cameras, so I'm not hesitant to get right to work! I'm bubbly, fun, and positive, yet I'm serious about what I do. I can do whatever my roles call for: being angry, yelling, being upset, crying, being excited, even being completely insane! I can also make myself cry on the spot, although sometimes it takes a little while. I'm a very hard-worker, and I'm flexible during difficult situations. I have experience in front of audiences like theater and talent contests. I'm very determined to make sure that I can live out my dream, and I won't stop until I achieve my goal. Please consider me!</p> <p> -Emily Metz</p> <p>  </p> <p>  </p> <p>  </p> <p> <br />  </p> <p>  </p>

<p> I wrote and am Producing a COMEDY SITCOM Webisode presently in production and in New York City. I am looking for an actress that can pass for a 16 year old high school wild child. Tatoos and piercings preferred but not necessary. Must feel attractive and be very confident.</p> <p>  </p> <p> This is the email I've been posting:</p> <p> I am presently looking for a girl who can play 16. She's the Wild, Popular, Hot girl in school for all the WRONG REASONS. The role of KIMBERLY will be immediately cast because we shoot July 14,15 and 16. Its a SAG NEW MEDIA CONTRACT which means payment is DEFERRED (future payment if show is picked up) and a STIPEND (Compensation for Meals and transportation) is given per work day.<br /> <br /> I'd like to set up an audition for you. Please contact me send headshots and resumes to  YESBEHINDTHENO@GMAIL.COM  and  contact information and I will follow up with you.<br /> <br /> READ DESCRIPTION BELOW:<br /> <br /> A George Lopez meets Bernie Mac type sitcom show. Its based on the writers real life family and centered around a mother recently diagnosed with Dementia. This particular WEBISODE, BIRTH CONTROL, finds the funny in the very serious issue of Teenage peer pressure around the subject of Sex. <br /> <br /> Deferred pay but Stipend provided on workdays to cover meals and transportation. This is a UNION SHOW but we're seeing both UNION and NON UNION ACTORS and we are working under the SAG NEW MEDIA CONTRACT.<br /> You must be available July 14, 15 and 16.<br /> <br /> We are presently seeking:<br /> <br /> KIMBERLY, 16-18, Super Sexy and Over the Top with flirtation for her age. Not at all inhibited. The super popular pretty girl in High school for ALL THE WRONG REASONS! Especially popular with the boys. <br /> <br /> C.KATT</p>

<p>  </p> <p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "> This was a blog I wrote back in March of 2008 after being blow away watching a new series at the time running on HBO called "In Treatment".  This particular scene was life changing for me, and caused me to do an about face on how I see dating, relationships, and marriage.  We can't judge anyone for who they fall for, and also have a clear understanding of this when playing any character.</p> <p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">  </p> <p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">  </p> <div> <p> HBO has struck again with another riveting series.  Over the years they have blessed us with shows, and documentaries that have impacted my life.  Just when I thought the golden age of HBO was ending with the season finale of "The Sopranos", a new show had been born to continue the rein.  This time the premium network cable channel has gone back to basics.  There are no special effects or fancy scenery; it is all about the acting. </p> <p> The series revolves around one main character, Paul who is a brilliant therapist.  His practice is run in very cozy and roomy office out of his home.  The series runs 5 nights a week.  The first four nights of each week we witness the sessions of 4 very complex characters that are Paul’s patients.  To make matters even more interesting there is a curve ball thrown in on the fifth night of each week.  We find that Paul is actually in therapy himself to try and fix his failing marriage, and to come to terms with his growing feelings towards Laura, one of his patients.</p> <p> Anyways, I never meant to sound like some wanna be critic writing this blog.  I will get down to the nitty gritty while this is all fresh in my mind.  My entire life I have always perceived psychologists as people who can stay out of unhealthy situations because they have the right tools mentally.  The ironic thing is that I see now that even the most mentally educated people are just as human as we are.  Up until I started watching this show I always felt that one stayed in the wrong circumstances such as a bad relationship, living situation, job, etc because they did not love themselves, and did not feel they deserved better in life.  As I began to grow older I started to believe that all of my bad relationships and flings were a result of my own insecurities.  While the majority of these experiences were probably a result of my own past self esteem issues I was recently taught from this show that there are other important factors involved.</p> <p> In last nights episode Paul was at his therapy appointment with his therapist, Gina.  Gina is a very close friend and colleague of Paul’s.  Both of them know a lot about each other, or so they think.  For awhile you watch Gina and Paul push each others buttons with psychotherapy Jedi minds games.  Paul intermittently lets his guard down, but becomes angry at Gina each time this happens because she has won at the game.  Each time this occurs Paul shuts off his vulnerability and finds a way to insult Gina.  Gina is tough as nails, or so we think.  For weeks you watch Paul’s insults towards Gina roll off her back like water.  As time went on you slowly see Gina breaking down.  Last night Paul finally pushed Gina too far in telling her how she broke one of her patient’s hearts to pieces.  Paul has assumed all of this time that she blew her only chance at happiness to obey the code of therapy ethics in never getting involved with a patient. </p> <p> Gina finally breaks.  Within seconds it is revealed that Gina is not the hard by the book emotionless person we thought she was.  You see Gina tear up and defend herself.  Gina explains to Paul that she was very fond of this male patient, and even "wanted to eat him up".  However, she was not in love with him.  You learn that Gina was actually married for a number of years.  Gina admits that her husband cheated on her many times, and made a fool out of her.  She even stayed with him until his death.  My first reaction was to judge her as a weak woman who didn’t love herself, as this how I felt about my past similar involvements.  Little did I know how far off base I was in my whole thought process.  Gina assures the audience that she is a very confident self loving person with simple dialect.  I am still left wondering why she tortured herself for years by staying with her husband.   After a few agonizing seconds of anticipation Gina tells us, "I loved the person I was around him".</p> </div> <div> <p> As quickly as the last few grains of sand drop through an hour glass my whole viewpoint on relationships and dating is forever changed.  I see it so clearly now.  I now understand why so many people close to me have chosen be terrible marriages and attachments. And more importantly, the missing puzzle piece to my past dating experiences has been has been found.  Ever since I watched this episode I have gone through my sorted dating timeline.  There were men that made me feel sexy as hell, guys who accepted me for all of my faults and even loved me for them, and fellows I could be myself to my entirety around.  I feel so lucky to have been introduced to this show.   I have such an inner piece now.   Because of this one particular plot line I can forgive myself for staying around too long in certain romantic situations.  I have come to realize that at times the euphoria certain men gave me out weighed their shortcomings in their overall treatment of me, but only temporarily.  As a long time number cruncher I always end up creating a "T-Account" of any situation I am pondering.  If the debit and credits, i.e. the good and bad traits do not balance out, or if the bad traits out number the good traits it results in me cutting my losses. </p> </div> <div> <p> Maybe it is a combination of my stubborn accounting background, and reading the book "He’s Just Not That into You."  Or perhaps it is simply because there has never been a man in my life that has been so extraordinary that I was willing to put up with his cheating or poor treatment.  All I know now is that I have to remember Gina’s situation could be the case with many of those close to me.  These individuals I speak of are my long term dear friends and family members.  They are of a different kind of love that is much simpler to grasp.  One thing I have always known about them is that their presence in my life is a gift from heaven.  Because I am so fortunate to have these people in my life I must never forget to support them if they are dealing with what I will now call a "Gina situation."</p> </div> <div>  </div>

<p> This was a story I began writing a few years back, but never finished.  My mother had an aunt by marriage who was one of the most dynamic individuals I have ever known.  Tragically her brother was killed in WWII, and his bedroom was always kept as a shrine.  I remember visiting my mothers aunt back in 1998, and seeing the room for the first time.  As soon as I began looking at all of his belongings I got chills.  It was as if I was picking up on unresolved sorrow her family never dealt with.  I also felt for a breif second that possibly that Marion's (my mothers aunts name) brothers spirit may have not passed on yet because he didn't feel his family could let him go.  This unfinished piece was inspired from these events.</p> <p>  </p> <p style="text-align: center; "> "Marion's Brother"</p> <p style="text-align: left; ">  </p> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> <br /> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "I need to speak with you as soon as possible".  I said to her.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "We have a lot of preparation to do before tonight, can this wait?" She asked.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "No, I'm afraid it can't, I have information that I must relay to you before your group begins this evening."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "You, mean about the paranormal activty in your mothers aunts home?"</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "That is correct."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "Be at the house as soon as you can Erin, I am getting into my car as soon as I hang up".  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> As soon as the line went dead my body became paralyzed by fear.  I had told no one of my ghostly relationship.  Of course everyone close to me had thought I had gone around the bin, and for all I knew, I had too.  I was about to expose the one thing in my life that was pure, and belonged to me.  I was about to admit how selfish I had been in keeping a perfect man in limbo.  I couldn't go into Marion's home as I knew Evan would be there so I stayed in the car.  I would have to confess the events of the past few months to Sylvia outside the house.  As I waited for Sylvia I looked over at the for sale sign stuck in the grass in the front yard which now read "sold" on the top.  It almost looked like Evan's tomb stone.  I kept telling myself that I was doing this because truely loving someone sometimes means setting them free.  I heard the familiar sound of the diesel engine of Sylvia's mercedes.  I slid down in the seat of my car, and broke into a cold sweat.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> Sylvia's vehicle pulled up behind me and parked.  As soon as she cut the engine, and got out of her car she walked towrds me.  As soon as she approached my car I rolled down the window.  "We can't talk in the house" I said.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "I know." she replied  "Why don't you get out and we will talk in my car".</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> I took a deep breathe, and slowly got out of the car.  Somehow Sylvia picked up on my energy, and helped me to the passenger seat of her automobile.  As soon as I was safely seated I put my head between my legs to combat the dizziness my lighthead had brought me.  "Take your time."  Sylvia said.  "Relax my child, you have done nothing wrong. I am hear to help you, I am a medium and taking care of these situations is what I was born to do."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> I began to shake violently.  After tonight Evan was going to be gone.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "I I...." I could not get the words out, where did I begin?</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> My shaky hand reached into my purse and pulled out the tatered picture of Evan that I found months ago.  I then gave the photo to Syliva.  "Yes" she said "This is the man I saw in the house during our survalence, it all makes sense now."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "What?" I asked.  What was she talking about?</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "On almost every single cluster of EVP's we heard a man calling 'rin' we thought maybe it was a pet he once had, or some sort of game.  Now I know he was looking for you.  Your mother also mentioned in passing that you were often staying out most of the night since Marion's death.  This is where you come at night, isn't it?</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "Yes". I whispered</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "The energy that surrounds you is nothing like I have ever seen before.  You have spiritual abilities that are very strong."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "What the hell was she speaking of?" I asked myself.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> I actually began to laugh.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "Don't do this to yourself" she cried.  "I am dying to go into more details of how special you truely are, but time is very crucial right now.  You must tell me everything about Evan."</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> I realized I never did tell her his name. </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "I don't know where to start."  I cried.</div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; ">  </div> <div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-family: arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "> "Begin from the time you first came accross the picture." she said quietly.</div> </div> </div> <p style="text-align: center; ">  </p>

<p>  </p> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 20px; ">          Sadly, there was no way around it.  From the very beginning of my life it was pretty much a given that I was going to be prone for obesity.  I was even born a very pudgy baby.  The genes run like wildfire on both sides of my family.  My mother was determined to protect my brother and I from becoming heavy children.  She stuck to her guns, and never kept junk food in the house, cooked very healthy meals, and let us indulge in treats on a limited basis.  Despite this amazing upbringing of love my mind rebelled against all of the nutritional lessons my mother had taught me.  By the time I was 6 years old I was sneaking food from the pantry, and would jump at the chance to always go to a friend’s house in hopes that they would serve me an abundance of unhealthy snacks.  At almost every party or function where food was around some adult would have to intervene and tell me to stop eating.  I remember in fifth grade at a class party I snuck into the kitchen and ate five donuts in a row.   I was a very insecure child who hurt inside a majority of the time.  I got picked on a lot in school because I had difficulties learning.  At the time they did not know how to diagnose my issues, but it was later determined I have ADD.</span></span></div> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; ">               Right after my twenty first birthday my father passed away very suddenly, and turned my world upside down.  I turned to food for comfort.  My food binges lead me to a fifteen year struggle with yo yo dieting, bouts of bulimia, and abuse of diet pills.  In the year 2000 at 215 pounds I was even outed by a federal drug sniffing dog while waiting to cross the border in Tijuana.  I was smuggling diet pills back into the country that I did not have a prescription for that I had purchased at a Mexican pharmacy.  Luckily when the canine put his nose on one of the pockets I had concealed the pills in I thought really fast on my feet and said "oh sweetie you must smell my dogs".  Thank goodness it worked and the border patrol agent only scolded me for petting a working dog.  Looking back I am so ashamed I stooped that low to lose weight.</span></div> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; line-height: normal; "><span style="line-height: 20px; ">           In 2006 after getting out of a very bad relationship I was at my highest weight ever, 230 pounds.  My eating was out of control, and it also didn't help that I had been chained to a desk for 8 hours a day in corporate America for over a decade.  I felt so unhealthy, and had no energy at all.  I started the process of trying to get gastric bypass, and even consulted with doctor who performed Carnie Wilson's surgery in 1999.  The insurance company declined the procedure stating that my health problems were not severe enough.  I was devastated because I thought it was my last hope in trying to win my weight battle, but really I was only trying to cheat the system.  I am very thankful now that the insurance company did not award me the surgery because many individuals have had complications from it.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; "> I started taking baby steps in my weight loss, and began working out.  I managed to lose 30 pounds from exercising a lot, but it did not come off easily because I was still not eating right.</span></div> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; ">           When 2010 came around I made a pledge to myself that I was going to make an effort to start concentrating on the things I wanted in life instead of things I didn't want.  I was a victim of the economy, and had been laid off my job.  I decided I would never go back to corporate America because I was miserable.  I had always wanted to get into acting and film making since I was a child so I decided to pursue this.  I had no idea how I was gonna do it, but I knew I would find a way.  A friend of mine helped me land a job at local gym with flexible hours so I could go back to school to major in theater.  Once I was finally on the track of what I had always wanted in life I started to not need food so much as a crutch.  I also realized I didn't love myself, and had to stop poisoning my body.  I was very lucky that after all the damage I had done to myself I was still healthy.  I worked out harder than ever doing strength training, yoga, kickboxing, zumba (my very favorite workout), and spinning.  I created a diet that cut out junk and fast food.  I also made substitutions for the bad food I used to eat, for example instead of eating chips, I would always have raw almonds on hand, or eat unsalted popcorn.  I also loaded up on the lean protein.  I still will have a cheat day once week so I don't completely deprive myself.  By October of 2010 I weighed in at 158 pounds, and was a size 10 versus the size 20 I used to be.  I had more energy than ever, and I didn't want to hide out from the world anymore.</span></div> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; ">    </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; line-height: normal; "><span style="line-height: 20px; ">   I am very passionate in sharing how much fitness has changed my life, and make it a habit to constantly research and educate myself when it comes to diet and exercise.  Knowledge is power!  For example, I will be the first person to admit that I have a WICKED sweet tooth.  I began to research the internet for help.  I came upon an article that suggested a sudden sugar craving could be your bodies way of saying it's dehydrated.   When I feel the cravings coming now I drink water ASAP.  I have found that about 80% of the time my urge to grab candy goes away.  Who knew it was something as simple as that?  </span></span></div> <div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; "> <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; line-height: normal; "><span style="line-height: 20px; ">           I now weigh in at 146 pounds, and was accepted into the theater and performance program this semester at the college I attend, and landed a part in their play.  I love acting until I can't love it anymore.  To me it's not about the money, it's just something in my blood.  There is no greater feeling than to know you have made your viewers or audience ponder and question life and think deeply about human nature.  I am also considering becoming a personal trainer as well as a group x instructor.   It's never too late in life to go after what you truly want.   You deserve it!  Just take it slowly, and one day at a time.  Changes such as weight loss don't happen over night, they take time.  It's perfectly okay to take baby steps.  I wish it hadn't taken me fifteen years to figure this out, but at least I finally did, and trust me I am still very much a work in progress.  There is always hope if you just believe in yourself.</span></span></div>

<p> You guys should view my actual blog <a href="http://renansworkbook.blogspot.com/">http://renansworkbook.blogspot.com/</a> . These are my notes and thoughts about Acting school and the MFA Im completing in Film School.. You might not approve of what I say, but I dont care :) </p> <p> enjoy!</p> <p> make sure you view my website too www.renankanbay.com </p>