Tuesday, March 11, 2008
If I never lose another pound...if I never get to the goal I have set for myself...I am not a loser. I have gained so much here at SparkPeople. I have gained friends. I have met so many people who have inspired me. I have met those who are real to me even tho we have never met.
I love the fact that we can be honest here. I have found that if you can not be honest online, you are probably never going to be honest in real life. There is no point in pretending here. WE can post our deep feelings; our deep fears, our feelings of helplessness and still be accepted here. I love that. I love that we can be ourselves here. I love that when I'm not what I think I should be, someone else out there will say a kind word to me and make me realize that I am not a bad person.
I have to thank all of you who have done that for me. I really do appreciate my SparkFriends.
You all hold a dear and special place in my heart.
I love you all
Sunday, March 09, 2008
It's not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change.
This quote is definitely one I need to ponder on for a moment. I am not the strongest or most intelligent person in the world and I have resisted change my whole life. I resist it. Sometimes, I can not avoid it. I resisted computers when they first arrived and hated them with a passion. I did not want to learn to use them. Today, I can not live without them. Technology has made my life much easier for the most part. I learned to work smarter and not harder.
So, why then, do I resist change in my personal life? I do not want to mutate but I do want to be flexible enough with my diet and exercise plans that I can move forward and not backwards in my progress. I don't have to do the same plan every day for the rest of my life, do I? NO!
I can mix things up and keep my body happy and guessing. Change is good. If I want to succeed and enjoy my weight loss journey, I need to be flexible and just have FUN with it. Why can't it be fun? It can be. What a good quote. It's a keeper!
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Booker is my 4 year old Basset Hound. When we bought our house in 2005, I decided it was time for a family pet. I had missed having my cat who died in 1999 at the age of 18. My new hubby was not fond of cats and was allergic to them. I decided we should compromise and get a dog. I had never had a dog because I was a cat person.
I had done research on dog breeds and had my favorites picked out. My number one choice was a red miniature dachshund. I really wanted two so I could name them after my sisters...Wilma and Hazel. That did not happen...yet. So, I surfed the internet looking for the perfect rescue dog. There are plenty of sites out there that have dogs up for adoption and they really needed homes. I found an ad at our local animal shelter for a Basset Hound. It was during the Christmas Holidays so I called and found out they would not be open until December 27th. I waited until that day and was first in line at the door when they opened.
My sister Hazel was with me and my husband as we went into the shelter. I told the lady at the desk that I was interested in the Basset Hound they had advertised in the local newspaper. She looked at me and asked, "are you ready to give him ALOT of love?" I said, "well, right now I just want to look at him." I was not going to act too eager.
So, they took us outside to the kennels and we walked to the one with the Basset in it. The lady opened up the kennel and he came wagging his tail and running directly to me. He promptly laid down on his back for me to rub his tummy. It was love at first site but I did not want to commit until I had had time to talk to my hubby about it. So, I told them I would come back. She locked him back up and he cried as we walked away. That just about killed me. We drove off and I told my hubby I did not want to get him unless he wanted him too. He did not care. He wanted him if I did and said, "I will turn around right now and go back and get him if you want to." Well, we turned around immediately to go get him.
Being the naive dog-person that I was, I did not know what was in store for me. I learned from the shelter that Booker's real name was Hooker so they renamed him because they did not like that name. His previous own had committed suicide with a gunshot to her head. Her boyfriend could not deal with Booker's grieving so he took him to the shelter. No one knew how much of the event that Booker saw. He was starving from grief. He looked emaciated with his rib cage showing through his dull coat.
They also told us that another family had adopted him and brought him back on the same day because they said the wife was allergic to him and he barked too much. OK, so now he is mine. We took him home. As soon as we got there, I fed him some new food and he ate it like it was his last meal. He ate like a pig. Then he went outside to examine the back yard and walk the perimeter just to make sure all was well.
Ok, so he came with lots of issues. He was sick with kennel cough so I stayed up with him all night long following him and cleaning up what he coughed up. I soon learned to get over the fact that my new house had been redecorated with brand new carpet. Oh well, that's what carpet cleaners are for, right? He smelled really bad too. So, the next day we went to the vet and got him meds and shots for his kennel cough. We got him bathed and we took him home and fed him and nursed him back to health.
Then, a week later, we had to have him neutered because it was a requirement for adoption. The poor thing had barely gotten over his sickness but we were under a time requirement. So, he was neutered and got all his shots up to date. Then, when he started feeling better, there was the job of housebreaking him. He was already 2 and a half years old so that was a job in itself. Again, that's what carpet cleaners are for, right?
I did not know Bassets could sling so much slobber so efficiently and so far! Having a Basset as a first dog completely broke me of being picky about my house. I got used to all the bad habits any dog could ever have all in one dog.
Barking? Did they call that barking? OMG. The dog will not shut up! That's the only thing I could not break him of. So he stays inside during the day when we are not at home. He has his own room in the sunroom with his own bed. He's spoiled rotten.
He also had aggression issues. I still have a few scars from when he attacked me and bit me. He was just scared. Everyone told me to take him back. They were concerned with his aggression. I was not going to give up on him so soon. The only time he got aggressive was when he was being scolded or punished and he was scared. Besides, he was new to us and we all had to get to know each other. I was right. He got over that too.
He was scared. He was sweet and he was sick when we got him. Today he is spoiled, happy, and full of life. He went from being sad to being healthy and happy. He went from 30 lbs to 45 pounds which is normal and healthy for his size.
Now what can I learn from him? What did he teach me?
First of all, he taught me unconditional love. He loves me no matter what. He taught me patience. He taught me how to have fun. He taught me how to be sensitive to others. He taught me how to love. He is the most disgusting dog in the world and I love every bit of him, slobber and all.
Now, I must end this and go clean the carpet.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
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