Friday, February 26, 2010
I know you tend to be really critical of yourself, but I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you that you're doing great! It's been a while since I've seen you smile like that. You look really happy! And those arms! Wow, they are looking really toned. I noticed it the other day when you were doing the triceps workout in the group class at the gym. There's definition there that wasn't there before. I hear you've been really on fire with the exercising and eating right. Let me tell you...it's really paying off! Didn't I just see you in a size 8 dress? Huzzah, girl, huzzah! Keep it up, because you're almost to your goal. I love seeing the healthy choices that you're making. Your kids have noticed it and starting making those healthy choices too. Now that's something to be really proud of. And did you see that twinkle in your husband's eye? I think he's noticing and appreciating the changes too. You are a strong, beautiful woman, and don't you forget it!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I just challenged the BLC Silver Spies to blog about the meaning of 15 pounds. We have 7 weeks left in BLC 12 and 15 pounds is a completely reasonable and doable goal to lose in that time.
So, what does 15 pounds mean to me?
1. It means goal weight, baby. Actually, a little less, but I'll take it. ;)
2. When I met my husband, I weighed 144. Today I am 158. In 15 pounds, I will actually weigh LESS than I did when I met him.
3. 15 pounds means less pressure on my knees when I run. I've got a half marathon on April 10. Running without that extra 15 pounds will be "easier" than running with it.
4. 15 pounds means I'm WELL WITHIN a healthy BMI!!!
5. 15 pounds means I will weigh 75 pounds less than I did when I joined Spark.
6. 15 pounds means those size 8 jeans I've been eying will fit.
Wow, I really, really, really want ALL of those things! I am so ready to kick some serious bootay!
Monday, February 01, 2010
Ok, so my hubby and I were going to run our first half marathon together, but circumstances have just conspired against us. First, we came down with H1N1 causing us to miss the race all together (and lose our $100 registration fees, grrr!). Then we found one to run in March that is right after our anniversary. Nice, burn a ton of calories that morning, be able to enjoy a nice dinner that night. But, my mom said it was too much for them all in one day to watch the kids (yeah, shoulda thought of that) so DH is going to run it without me, and mom & dad will watch the kids for our anniversary date.
I was feeling a bit, discouraged, I guess is the best word. Back in my pre-Spark life, excuses would creep in to my exercise plans and the next thing I knew, my good intentions were out the window in a couple of days. But I talked with Spark friend of mine about these concerns and she helped me remember that I am NOT that person any more and I certainly have not been "making excuses" not to run. She encouraged me to find another race and do that one.
Today, I found the Charlotte RaceFest 1/2. I talked with DH and told him that's what I wanted to do for my birthday, which is April 8. I can't think of a better way to say hello to 35!! Whoo Hoo!
Friday, January 15, 2010
I am writing this blog because I want to remember how great I'm feeling right this very second. I did my first Zumba class today and between it, the Jacob's Ladder and the treadmill, I scorched over 1000 calories today! I have made fantastic eating choices, am already (as of 2:45 this afternoon) at 72 oz of water and I just feel like I could conquer the world.
Here's the part I want to take away from this: in a few weeks (months? days?) I am sure there will be a day where I will NOT feel like exercising. A good book will be calling my name. Or I will not feel like eating healthy--DH loves to bring home "goodies". But I'm hoping that by writing down how terrific I feel, it'll give me motivation enough to make the right choices anyway.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Our Labrador Retriever, Daisy has been a member of our family since my husband and my first anniversary. We adopted her from the pound as an anniversary gift to each other. It took a few weeks of searching, but as soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one for us. My husband was a couple of cages down, hadn't made it to her yet. I had glanced at the dogs before her, and although they were cute and sweet, that weren't the one for us. Then I came to Daisy's cage. As soon as she saw me, she had the whole body, from head to tail, wag going. A big smile came over me as I stopped to watch her. She came up to the gate and tried to lick me through the cage. I called to my husband, "Honey, I've found our dog." Three days later she was ours. She was so skinny, flea and tick ridden, but also very happy to be "home".
She's been with us since 2002, a true family member. Last week, my husband took her to the vet to have a mole on her snout looked at. I asked him to also have them check out a weird growth on her side. The vet aspirated the growth, which was a tumor, and said that it needed to be removed. They biopsied tumor and the vet called last night to tell us that the tumor was, in fact, cancerous. He said that the good news is the edges were clean and it didn't have a lot of division so they feel confident that they got it all. He told us there were two options, the aggressive, oncologist route and the wait and watch route. He said that if Daisy were his dog and the tumor had as little division and as clean edges that hers did, that he would wait and watch. I believe that is the course we are going to take, at least for now.
Through this all, she is our same Daisy. When the vet called yesterday and my husband wasn't home yet and the kids were running around, she somehow knew. She came over and put her head in my lap and looked at me with eyes that said, "It's going to be okay, Mommy." She alone saw my tears, as Mom has to be the strong tough one. Even now, as I write this blog, she is resting her head on my feet, comforting me.
I want to say thank you to all of the captains from BLC12, for your thoughts, prayers and warm wishes. They were felt and appreciated.
One more thing, I've posted this in a blog before, but seems appropriate to re-post it now:
This was on our vet's website and I liked it so much I wanted to share it with all of the dog lovers out there...
Why Humans Live Longer Than Dogs
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
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