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Eeek!!!!! Not only did I fall off the wagon, but the wheels ran over me!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The scale was not kind to me this morning. I managed to gain 5 pounds in the last 3 weeks!

Do you remember a TV ad (I think for a gym membership or some kind of weight loss program) years ago showing a man stepping on his doctor's scale while the nurse kept pushing the weight farther to the right to get it to balance? Everytime she pushed it he said, "fruitcake, fruitcake, fruitcake". Mine would say, "candy, candy, candy". Made 7 batches of homemade candy between Thanksgiving & Christmas (some were for the neighbors), but I ate more than my share!

Starting today I will get back on my treadmill (have been lacking in exercise too), watch my caloric intake, keep up with my nutrition tracker & get rid of the few pieces of candy left.

This morning I joined the January Jumpstart Workout Challenge which starts this Sunday ( 1/1/12). It sounds hard, but I intend to do my very best on the exercises & finish the entire challenge. Anyone else with me on this?

Keep Sparkin!!

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SAABBOB 2/9/2012 8:59AM

  You are not alone. I'm even starting my New Years resolutions a month and a half late. This is the first time I've even looked at Sparkpeople in a month. Like riding a horse right. Just get back in the saddle again. emoticon

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SUNNYWBL 2/9/2012 1:12AM

    I can totally relate to this! emoticon emoticon

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NPA4LOSS 1/5/2012 8:00PM

    emoticon Best wishes for the new challenge. A great way to start the New Year!

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ELIZACG9 12/30/2011 5:04PM

    Where do I sign up? My treadmill is broken.....aghhhh emoticon

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DAZZLE359 12/29/2011 7:21AM

    I'm with you.
Ok, so you took a little break. We all need to sometime.
Ok, break is over. Welcome back to the treadmill!

I managed--by some huge miracle to stay the same weight, my thing
was the spinach dip and potatoe salad. I did good by giving most of it away to my son, leaving me a lot less to finish myself. I just hate letting anything go to waste!!! or thow out food.........thank you mom! LOL

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7356WILMA 12/28/2011 9:27PM

  I gained back 10 lbs from Sept to Dec. Its that two step forward and only one step back. We're back on track and that is what counts.

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MISSYMOOSE71 12/28/2011 3:19PM

    Don't fret the past few days. Hit the "restart" button & start fresh today!! That's what I'm doing too. Holidays are tough. I'm joining the challenge too. I'm looking forward to the new year & its new opportunities to invigorate my spark.

We can do this!!!! 2012 is going to be a great year! emoticon

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EMINSOL 12/28/2011 12:37PM

  I fell off the wagon too... since my daughter's wedding in November. Since then I have gained back 9 pounds. I am happy to get back to SparkPeople where I know I will get support. Thanks for you blog.

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SKIRNIR 12/28/2011 11:16AM

    I am doing the January bootcamp too. And don't expect it to be too hard. The videos usually are doable, these do seem a tad harder, as a watch through before doing might be in order. The hard part is consistency with the cardio that they are asking for 30 minutes a day 5 days a week. That is the hard part. The videos tend to be 5 to 10 minutes long.

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AKRONEWITTER1 12/28/2011 11:08AM

    Sounds like you have a good start for getting back on track. I will take some pointers. emoticon

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town (this was on www.guideposts.com)

A little boy who didn’t believe in Christmas? I had to do something...

By Gerry Steinbock Parmet, Prescott, Arizona

"Baking Christmas cookies!” “Our big tree!” “My favorite part of Christmas is the presents!” My first-graders and I were discussing what we liked most about the holidays. “How about you, Bradley?” I asked. He hadn’t said a word. Bradley just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t believe in Santa Claus and I don’t believe in Christmas.”

The room went quiet. I didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard anything so sad. And I’d only made it worse by putting him on the spot.

While the children packed up their desks for Christmas break, Bradley’s comment hung in my mind.

What would make a little boy give up on Christmas? I knew Bradley lived in a rough part of town. His single mother worked to try to make ends meet. As the “man of the house” Bradley had to take on many adult responsibilities, including caring for his younger brother. He often seemed tired—too tired for a first-grader. Somewhere along the way Bradley stopped believing that Christmas was for boys like him.

I sent the children home to get on with their celebrations and watched Bradley leave the room. Lord, won’t you do something special for his Christmas this year?

The next day I still couldn’t get Bradley off my mind. I phoned my friend Lucille, who was president of the PTA. If there was anyone who’d understand, it was her.

“We can’t fix everything,” Lucille said. “But we can do something.”

Even for a little boy like Bradley? I wondered. He stayed in my prayers the rest of the break.

School resumed the Monday after New Year’s. One by one, I asked the kids about their Christmas. I skipped Bradley. Why add insult to injury?

“You skipped me!” he shouted.

“Well, I know you don’t believe in Christmas,” I said.

“Now I do!” he said. “We came home after grocery shopping and found a huge wreath on our door. I thought we were at the wrong apartment, but it was my door. And when I opened it, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Santa had been there! He put up a tree that touched the ceiling. With presents!” Bradley jumped up and spread his arms wide: “He left a card that said Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. And he signed his name.” The kids cheered.

At the end of the school day, I ran into Lucille in the hallway. “Bradley had quite an exciting Christmas. I thought you might have had something to do with it.”

“What makes you think it wasn’t Santa himself?” she asked.

“I have a feeling it was an angel.”

Lucille grinned. She and the PTA had turned Bradley’s modest apartment into a Christmas wonderland. Bradley saw that the magic of Christmas belongs to every child, thanks to that child who was born in a manger, bringing hope to the whole world.

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SUNNYWBL 12/27/2011 5:57PM

    thanks for the wonderful story!

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GRANDMA624 12/24/2011 9:21AM

  Wonderful!! emoticon

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CHERIRIDDELL 12/22/2011 2:46AM

    This is the most wonderful story I love it !

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NPA4LOSS 12/21/2011 11:12AM

    On occasion I have been blessed to act as an elf for Santa and it certainly blesses us all. emoticon

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SANTA CLAUS (from my inbox)

Saturday, December 17, 2011

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus

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ROSIEJ1942 12/21/2011 6:55AM

    emoticon For Sharing!

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GRANDMA624 12/18/2011 9:26AM

  I think we all have a Bobby Decker in our life. It makes me stop and think. Thank you for such a heart warming story.
Have a wonderful Christmas emoticon

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ANGIEINTRAINING 12/17/2011 10:06AM

    LOL I love this story. I just received it in my email and then here it is again! Maybe someone is trying to tell me something??? Happy holidays! Thanks for sharing.

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NPA4LOSS 12/17/2011 9:21AM

    How very wonderful! it so reminds me of my father and Christmas time. WE had several pieces of rental property. My Dad would make visits before Christmas and it he found any of the children were not going to have presents he would buy for them and make sure they had Christmas. It was a great quiet secret that everyone knew about him. emoticon

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IDLETYME 12/17/2011 8:23AM

    Thanks for sharing that wonderful story! emoticon emoticon

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MICHELLE_MARIE5 12/17/2011 7:56AM

    Oh!! What a wonderful story. Thanks so much for sharing. It is heart warming. emoticon

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Christmas is a season,
For gifts of every kind;
All the glittering, pretty things
That Christmas shoppers find;
Baubles, beads, and bangles
Of silver and gold.

Anything and everything
That can be bought or sold,
Is given at this season
To place beneath the tree;
For Christmas is a special time
For giving lavishly.

But there's one rare and priceless gift
That can't be sold or bought,
It's something poor or rich can give
For it's a loving thought.

And loving thoughts are something
For which no one can pay,
And only loving hearts can give
This priceless gift away.

Written By: Author Unknown

Wishing You and Your Loved Ones a Merry Christmas full of Loving Thoughts...

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ROSIEJ1942 12/21/2011 6:52AM

    Very pretty poem, emoticon and a Merry Christmas to you and yours!
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ROSEWCI 12/17/2011 5:55AM

    emoticon Merry Christmas! emoticon

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REMODELINGPAT 12/14/2011 5:04PM

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NPA4LOSS 12/12/2011 1:35PM

    emoticon It is a beautiful poem! emoticon

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TXGRANDMA 12/11/2011 7:31PM

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Hope you have the best Christmas, Ever! thanks for sharing your thoughts.

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SUNNYWBL 12/11/2011 6:04PM

    This is one of the reasons for the Season! Thank you! emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon

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CONNIER64 12/11/2011 1:01PM

    Wishing the same for you,thanks

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GRANDMA624 12/11/2011 10:32AM

  Thank you and I wish the same to you. emoticon emoticon

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Where were you 51 years ago today???

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Right about now some of you are saying, "I wasn't even born then!" Oh well, bear with me. On that particular day (12/03/1960)I was standing next to the love of my life (high school sweetheart) & repeating marriage vows. He was in the Army and only had a 3 day pass. Neither of us wanted a large wedding so we got married in my folks living room with family present.

I never thought I could love him any more than on that day, but I love him more today after all these years! He adores me & I hope we have many more years together, but at our age and health I consider every day that we have together a blessing!!

If I can figure out how to get our wedding picture (I scanned) here, I will post later. If you check my photos here now, you will see some of last years 50th & the cake. I took the top of the cake out of the freezer this morning & we each ate a small piece.

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ASHAIXIM 5/10/2012 10:42PM

    My parents got married in 1949 in Biluxi (SP?) Mississippi because he couldn't get leave and he'd been sent there. There were no family present (his was in Florida and my mom's was in Michigan.) They celebrated their 50th three months before my dad died at the age of 80. We have a picture of them from their marriage with him in uniform and her in a "modern suite dress". She still had her wedding gown when she died in 2001. My dad got up during their 50th celebration (and mind you he'd spend the last several months going from hospital to hospice and back and had a "weekend pass" to attend the ceremony so for him to be standing at all was a small feat of determination and bullheadedness) and informed the room that if he had the opportunity to marry (or not) my mom again, after all the stuff they'd been through, there was no question he'd still be standing there that day. My mom had a LOT of self esteem issues but he'd do dang near anything for her.

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ELIZACG9 12/7/2011 1:29PM

    I was alive a baby, born in 1959. Your so nice about your loving husband.

I think it is just a beautiful thing to be married so long, people now a days do not take it seriously.. emoticon

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SUNNYWBL 12/5/2011 12:08AM

    I was 6 months pregnant with our first child! emoticon

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USEITRLOSEIT 12/4/2011 8:58AM

    THAT IS BEAUTY !!! Not what you see on TV or the front page of a magazene , but two PPL in LOVE , AFTER ALLL THAT TIME !

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DMILLER33 12/4/2011 8:28AM

    I was 23 days short of 3 years old.
Congratulations. How wonderful!!!!
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GMASANDIE 12/4/2011 4:46AM

    emoticon on a wonderful marriage!

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PONYFARMER 12/3/2011 8:19PM

    emoticon It is so nice to see those who commit and then stay with the one they stated that they would stay with them throuh the good, the bad and the ugly.


I hope this is an inspiration to others.

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PUGRAD1995 12/3/2011 7:50PM

    Congratulations! Yep I was 2 1/2 years old then, my brother just joined us so I"m sure I was picking on him! As a single person, I am always jealous when I hear stories like yours. I'm sure my prince charming is still out there somewhere!

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REACHING4HOME 12/3/2011 7:50PM

    This blog brought tears to my eyes. My husband has cancer and we have had a terrible year. But he is doing much better and we are on the uphill swing. God is good - all the time but some times it's really hard to see that. Yet that is when He is closest. It takes me awhile to realize that.

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NPA4LOSS 12/3/2011 6:30PM

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HEALTHY14REAL 12/3/2011 5:47PM

    Congrats! That is wonderful. My parents just had their 52nd last week. Such an inspiration for us "youngsters" watching. My hubby and I will hit 25 next September and I think our love continues to grow. Our oldest is engaged and I only wish the same for her and her boyfriend.

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DIANNEMT 12/3/2011 5:38PM

    Congratulations! I was around 51 years ago--but only 3 years old. My parents are still both around--married 56 years this past August so keep going!

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LADYBUG1943 12/3/2011 5:17PM

    Congratulations. I absolutely love it when long-married people acknowledge their love for one another. It says as much about the one talking as it does the spouse, or their marriage.

Your husband is a lucky guy.


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