Friday, November 07, 2008
One of my teams has this thread running. I put this there, but worked on my response for a while. I thought I would put it in my blog. Apologies to those who read it there.
I had written a long post the day this thread was first put up, hit the wrong button and it was gone. I was so upset I just put it on the back burner with the idea that I would come back.
I still agree with what I said, but with the ensuing days I am glad I have a little more information.
I wasn't thrilled with either candidate; I was concerned about McCain's age and Obama's inexperience. I liked some of McCain’s ideas, and some of Obama's. I hated some of McCain's ideas and some of Obama's. I wished I could just mesh the two together until I got what I thought would be the best mix.
I voted for McCain...but knew in my heart Obama would win. I was okay with that.
While this is truly a sign that America as a whole is not looking at African Americans as unequal or inferior, I worry that extremists will try to harm him. This would be very bad...for one, just because I believe he is a good and decent man, but for two it would be terrible for our country. I pray for his safety each day, and hope others will too.
I am very impressed with Senator Obama's work ethic of getting right down to business. He has a lot to learn and get together for January and he seems to be taking this seriously. He seems to be focused on the job now. His demeanor has changed...he seems more Presidential. He is inspiring hope and trust in me...I am surprised and pleased.
I was also very impressed with both men and their speeches after the results. I was especially touched when Senator McCain called President-elect Obama, "My President." Whether we voted for him or not, he is OUR President (elect), and we need to support him if we are going to get out of these crises.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Today started out pretty good, but as the day is progressing I am slogging into familiar territory. DOWN! So, then I decide to write about it, but I don't have a clue as to where to put it. Part of me thought, start a post, then blog, but I'm not sure I'll get help this way...maybe cut and paste to both.
I am facing this bottle of water. I have had 3 cups today, ordinarily I can get my water in before noon (If not I'm up half the night), but today I just can't get it in...
I read the motivational article this morning--it was wonderful, but here I am doing exactly what I don't want to do---beat my self up because I'm not drinking this stupid water. On top of that I'm feeling whiney and I'm hurting, and WAHHHHHHH !
I looked at my motivational images, that helped for a little while.
I hate feeling like this.
Post Script...About an hourand a half later...!
I was wondering if I was hungry...I frequently think I'm hungry when I'm blue, so I thought about how long it had been since I ate...it had been a while, so I waited a little longer('bout half an hour) and got some lunch. I feel a bit better. Not quite so whiny. I still hurt, but now I can take some more meds too. The water...ugh, but I see some really supportive comments about this blog and they're very helpful. I'll try some of them. Some of them I knew but could not seem to pull out of my brain. Thank you.
Monday, August 25, 2008
My name is Ann. I joined Sparks in July. I don't know exactly how much I weigh...I can't find a scale that will weigh me.
I have 2 beautiful children and a wonderful husband. I want to be here for them…when I say “here” I mean on the Earth, not in it. My kids can’t feel me hug them from Heaven.
I want to be here for them, and to do that I have to do something about my weight. I have always been fat. For a long time, I was fat and fit--flexible, active and capable of anything I wanted to do. Of course, I thought I was awful because I was fat...everyone said you could only be fit if the scale said something particular. When I hit my mid thirties I started gaining weight and I got hurt at work...my activity suffered. I got depressed and then my activity suffered more. I didn't eat that much more than I had, I just didn't do ANYTHING. then I got hurt again, and gained more weight, then more depressed then really didn't do anything.
The last time I stepped on a scale, I weighed 409. That’s been 6 years or more ago, and I know I’ve gained more weight.
My blood pressure is up, I’m on meds to regulate it. I don’t have diabetes, but that’s ONLY good genes, and not necessarily going to stay that way. I have symptoms of sleep apnea (according to my husband), and I have arthritis in my hips, knees, spine, shoulders and hands. My biggest concern is that I can’t breathe. I move from one place to the other and I breathe so heavily that I feel like I’ll never catch it. And I’m not talking far…from the chair to the bathroom is only about 6 or 8 feet. From the family room to the kitchen is only about 20 feet. I get there and sound like the big bad wolf on a smoggy day.
But, I have a lot to live for: My beautiful children, my wonderful husband. I have good friends. I love my family. So now it’s time to do what I have to do to.
I told someone recently that it’s only as hard as you make it…I am trying to stay upbeat and keep this fun and not hard. I don’t want to be obsessed, just concerned.
I did an avatar; the largest it would do is over 100 lbs less than my last known weight. Even my “before” avatar is a medium range goal!!
A friend here on Spark people has challenged me to set some real goals and be accountable for them…I am taking her seriously and have started to write them down. It’s truly scary, and exciting too.
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