tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92092604051680226842024-03-21T09:49:21.096-05:00Alive In LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-40522313521301557492015-01-04T21:27:00.001-06:002015-01-04T21:28:25.869-06:00Blog Log.My my my...it's been a long long time since I've last posted on this site. Heck, I didn't even know it was still here to be honest. I've been feeling like blogging again for a while now but just kind of put it off thinking, what should I say...what should I talk about...who will I say it too? And I finally came to the conclusion that 1. It does a body good. 2. Relaying my thoughts and actions never hurt. 3. I'm good company, so why not talk to myself. :)<br />
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Changes since the last blog post... dog is now 2 years old, we moved into our church, we have cable internet (seriously so much better than dialup) and we have a grandson now. Hows that for change?<br />
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So yeah.. I'm back. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-34955872640812433442013-02-17T22:40:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.788-05:00Blog, Blag, Blah<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekG0dofPqJTboHsZD4YSQXgehucR9tF0xiWEWqc_LLYKawFwy7kjres-kAVpJ3RAd86yztFZT20uFNN6_9H4ENIPLMIMRbhYuPdsUcwf-CFCYuN8N1MoBTWRw9-G8yIX593MsKr9sxqfK/h120/Blah_Blah_Blah.jpg">A little bit of this, a little bit of that, all reportable. Let's see, where to start. My computer crashed. Our new puppy chewed up the cord to the laptop. Between the two, getting online at work was the only option and I didn't stay on long. We started walking at the YMCA again. I've posted in the past how I hate walking the track at our YMCA because I'm worried someone will take a 'fat' picture of me and post it on the internet. Well, now I'm kind of thinking, who cares. I'm at the Y to work out and if that's what happens, well I'm still working out. So there. I started walking a mile in 30 minutes and I'm now down to a 24 minute mile. Carl is doing great walking two miles in 33 minutes (he's so fast). I've started tracking my food again and surprisingly between both things, the weight has started to drop again. Imagine that. Let's see... other than that, nothing new has really been happening here. Mostly it's been the lack of computer use since we were without. I got my drivers license renewed (I'm going to take a picture of my current and past one just for fun when it arrives) although it was expired for the last three months. Eh. Our church is moving to it's permanent home this Sunday (exciting) and I just feel mooey (I don't know how to spell it in spanish.. lol) blessed. PS... I do realize I need to update that picture over to the right. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-55737252006508960392013-01-13T13:49:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.796-05:00Writing It Down<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSOE5baBUMURYc3Ll0fcdnTQj_pGrt_dkJeiybT0C6bFm_T_GZihrfz7P1f6AJb2g5YbLHeekOUpoLULcci8g8iJKOxNLWxSxN8vQiHMGWWBRKhepZGLwk4ZoC-Aw3OUlVrs_cVckN8ab/s320/write+hard+smaller.gif" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: white;">I know one of the biggest and simplest reasons the weightloss has stopped for me is the writing has stopped. From blogging to tracking, I let so much go. There truly is power in the words. Back to business with that.</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><span style="color: white;">So... first post for this week shall be the menu.</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><b>Sunday</b>: Sloppy Turkey in a biscuit</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><b>Monday</b>: Zingy Chicken</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><b>Tuesday</b>: Chili</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><b>Wednesday</b>: Breakfast for dinner</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><b>Thursday</b>: Chicken fajitas</span><br /><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="color: white;"><b>Friday</b>: Subway</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-18696327366357594122013-01-12T12:06:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.802-05:00I Had Forgotten. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfTry7K5cAjQPEjtbCR2aQdWbqVt1DeyC9SK4nwz2C2xpVoBiVnKadnHdZRbYtwlv_wek09cSs4Ln50ECH3X0nZF5dvPl9vQ0447jj_XXVupqkXmxYNp6UesAcwWs8OLVW1-zuzppE33n/s1600/forgot.jpg" /></div><br />I had forgotten. <br />I had forgotten how to eat healthier.<br />I had forgotten that walking makes me feel great.<br />I had forgotten how exciting it was to see the changes in my body.<br />I had forgotten the successful feeling of seeing the scale lighten up.<br />I had forgotten the happiness I felt for my husband's weightloss.<br />I had forgotten the camraderie building between us in our adventure.<br />I had forgotten that real food really does taste better.<br />I had forgotten the empowering feeling of healthy living.<br />I had forgotten the path.<br />I have remembered.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-4158410166911155052013-01-04T21:41:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.808-05:00Life is like...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSvPLh4WXVid_dfKh_qtuOhOsHg443uHKC1Z4NpiyiI6pvetsn7N0UPGSKuTY69OqzRkWsstXfjeY8_V1HhUpum-1XJF513H_m20jIyKJv2mdpiHVDXkDol3PjOEpZFcv4Z_5qYQPiCmH/s200/12.jpg" width="200" /></div><br />A friend of mine posted on her Facebook, Book of Life, Chapter 2013, page 1. From there, she went on to post a reflection of the day and I was so impressed. I don't know who came up with this Chapter 2013 idea, but it's brilliant. Life is like a book. We have all the same components. Sometimes it's a drama, sometimes it's instructional, sometimes a comedy, always auto-biographical and it has a definite ending. So this year, I'm writing the pages in chapter 2013 of our book of life. Wonder how it'll turn out? I guess it's what we make it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-43032615028240506492012-11-26T21:29:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.814-05:00Such simplicity<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX82ilgMnYzcJDmnHKrplJgjTzqXEa2uJ3Q1CdDRbBUY9PV-ybHKOL9AOxQDHf0H6N6yP0J61Wk6muSsGF5vZxYNMgwnv0j_sKDqiS3sU2DsJq5BL_DoaNlwZUjj389KOqESnDSVvokuNU/s200/115827021636645862_T3dbgN4y_c.jpg" width="200" /></div><br />Dear me,<br /><br />Get it? It's really simple.<br /><br />Sincerely, <br />Me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-58494845279169913522012-11-18T23:31:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:41.820-05:00My refusal.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiBPQAxW2a8dbtiRQ1u0JESFLIIN_xgSvW9A8U3P8EOEldkbMAEs-pDbUcbpK5nAv05Rs_8pGrHWRGAol1eVMOQ3y0LEJzlXFgpwI2ALuXkfcZ-kNlfeCybqObAqD1jRB68pw9KJoTfub/s320/22025485648068800_2mV1ZQZn_c.jpg" width="234" /></div><br />I have been gone for quite some time. I kinda gave up. Well, more like I gave in. I gave in to temptation. I gave in to laziness. I gave in to very bad choices. And I've paid for it. Paid for it by regaining 10 lbs. Paid for it by feeling sluggish and heavy again. Paid for it by getting sick. Paid for it by needing extra chiropractic care. And I can't stand it anymore.<br /><br />So to let you know. To let MYSELF know. I'm standing here tonight to say it's not happening. I'm not giving up. I refuse to do that. I refuse to give up on myself. I will succeed and I will make my goal one day. <br /><br />I'm going there. Now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-58201324000049576902012-09-14T22:18:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.828-05:00120 Minutes<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwenP2Fpb8U3MW4lD_4dH8Pym8TO6yFmQG9PEgEnob9_i42a0xzQ7clsoJE3cWf1zJnU434HK02AN_XzwRbX77RRMA7lYIV52jVk1vQ0f93Of6xCTSVKWlCib5i48PAVx9wkw1eUyue2M/s1600/hillseeker.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To some people, 120 minutes spent walking is nothing. I see them walking around the mall the entire day, around the zoo, for their job (mailmen!), and in other places. They go about their walk with quiet, nonchalant looks on their faces as if it's nothing. To them, I'm sure that's exactly how it feels...like nothing.<br /><br />To me, 120 minutes spent walking is everything! My better half and I went on a walking tour of Arrowhead Stadium (pro-football) and we walked for over 120 minutes without sitting down very often. From time to time, we had a minute break but it wasn't really needed. We just walked and walked and listened and enjoyed the time. About an hour through, I leaned over and told him, "I'm thrilled to be able to say that my feet aren't hurting and I'm having a fantastic time!" So there I was going about my walk with this goofy, yet thrilled grin on my face as if it's everything. Because to me, I'm sure that's exactly how it felt, like everything.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-63977621399625942202012-09-13T22:59:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.834-05:00Weigh In<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI_l-mVJ924i4VbebtCMjdGjyZEW-Sax0Fg_HqHp2HBN1NlzwgKvNzJTZsco9HpGqiAL4ZPNjr5jWugnyjXgWFXoCZsBEN5WXL3lxhmbeGFwenZQuKuBLJfNIxEvvk-MM_MVI6Ss56jyC/s320/East+Fulton-20120819-00560.jpg" width="257" /></div><br />So we weighed in again this week. I wasn't sure how it was going to go. Saturday, we went to Kansas City to take a tour of a stadium and did a lot of riding. Tuesday, we went a little north of Kansas City to attend a funeral. And with funerals and travels comes food. Which all comes back to my wondering thoughts of how weigh-in might go. To cut to the chase, Carl lost 2 lbs and I lost 1. Not bad for what could have been rotten.<br /><br />On the upside, I have another couple of things to blog about that are milestones for us. Which is fun and exciting to realize. And! I tried a meal that I've<a href="http://www.applebees.com/menu/sizzling-entrees/bourbon-street-chicken---shrimp" target="_blank"> never had before at Applebee's</a> and it was actually quite good. I'm so not adventurous when eating dinner out. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-84925435187719148822012-09-12T23:14:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.840-05:00The Fight<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghITfRezs66hMo7Mv7wFn-tTf1V29tyKFLBKk6Br3MZtcoDfSv_w4wjAaM7BPwBynvGTQEG0OlAu7hkQkfG3PVUMA8pq99MnNiMYGBwNibGm8pBuWV1-v9_Wz0dCrqGwHrA2k09omz96GZ/s200/fight.jpg" width="200" /></div><br />Someone snapped our picture the other day! We fought. It was vicious. He won. Convo in Walmart went like this:<br /><br />Me: What size jeans are you buying?<br />Carl: 36<br />Me: You can't wear 36's. You better get a 38. That's what we have at home.<br />Carl: Uh, yes I can.<br />Me: No. Seriously you can't. But just go ahead and get both (time crunch) and you can bring back the pair that doesn't fit. <br />Carl: Want me to try them on?<br />Me: (smug) Sure... go ahead<br />Carl: (comes out of room) Hey<br />Me: Those the 38's?<br />Carl: No!<br />Me: We'll I be they're too tight. Turn around (bossy much)<br />Carl: (turns / smirks)<br />Kathie: Fine. You're right.<br /><br />I am so proud of him. His 40's were getting really tight when we started working this life. Good job dearest!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-28140368718861326372012-09-06T21:13:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.846-05:00And so it began....again.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3AWcj__lA99uD92xnPLx8ywGdPiJ0EDuFc9J6gqY9rSasxjlh59Vjj3CMBEig7mFfmXCz7xCcjm7g4RBe96wGuNESydDlXkY8z4KJhmBBK3bHHXfevsovWSp8feHst-Ybg2cRt8Ey5pT/s320/ba.jpg" width="320" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I said last week that it was time for a restart. We did that. Glad about it. I lost 1.6 but Carl gained .2. Although the weight didn't pour off this week, I was happy with a loss. Here's to many more weeks of the same. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-74551934673209843062012-08-28T21:35:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.852-05:00<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BNkFK0fajCkwRMeYLAV-qEjDxznLIw2NfuavRo3_d1142GQgu246XuR9RMY1f4Pa4TknNpul_VdqvMifg9IK3tAfT4Nu9Tni2HPSJ4v4dcAT0A-y2FJRtqq8mKpfV61Pid9ppE1Ghvx4/s1600/reset.jpg" />Rejoining WW (although we haven't let our membership even lapse) tomorrow. New weights will be posted at that time. It's just been a while since we committed to ourselves so we decided to reset the process.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I know this is not an overnight change. It's a journey, a long one for me. I've fallen into old habits, but I'm planning to work this into my learning process and consider it progress. Then when and if it happens again, I may be able to say, "oh, I've been here before. This is what I should do."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />Onward.<br /> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-66190192138509405362012-06-12T06:47:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.889-05:00Just a post.Well, it's almost time to leave for work. I thought I'd post really quick and say that I'm going to print my little picture from yesterday off and post it in front of my face. It's kind of hard to commit to memory if you can't remember what it is from the fog of FAST FOOD. I need to stop this crap. We ate out twice yesterday. Once I could see because were weren't coming home until five pm, but last night at 8... just because the teen wanted it and offered to buy, really? It was subway granted, but I think I'm almost done with that food too... it gives me a stomach pain the next day. Maybe it's the entire 12 inches of bread that I'm shoveling in my mouth? <br /><br />Try try again I guess. No eating out today. Dinner is crock-potted, lunch is packed and breakfast was good. Wanna see it? <br /><br /><br /><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4Eo9k2-DIce3mZZ6yI4jAUDkEPC-GN-xiEKtRQBkOtx11bdJwnecsrckK8wXxYkbpHObvvFJbAgh0qv1Qe_SPS2IUzfhgmVJIfpMn2ETvIrtTOsWkl0uQB-pPLHvyACEerF_PdC-Lomw/s320/IMG-20120612-00439.jpg" width="240" /><br />I hadn't had cereal in a long time and thought that it would be a nice change this morning. So 3/4c of cereal, 1 piece of reduced cal bread, pb2 (love that stuff), a banana, and a 1/2 cup milk equals out to 6 points. Seems like so much more.<br /><br />It's an early day, so off to work I go and today WILL be a successful day. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-45676438349640408392012-06-11T09:24:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.926-05:00So in need...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51138rQhJ76r8etG9cpVkIIrJdFCAgxg0cwJ6ObLwHoV_wPpyVK-QHQtEpXwRCB9qHIIXaLmi2J18zz19YYRfHL77Yhv3XQB5w5JK1ZxAgSO8lvBQC859IbgXRNp-EfdyppvOqgkzgPdV/s1600/6986972_rzxR47wq_b.jpg" /></div><br />I'm so in need of self-control lately. Well at least part of the time anyhow. I swing wild like a roller coaster some days. I found out one little thing that's tripping me up severely... I've brought sweets back in the house. It's for the kid you see. Not for me. She needs to eat something. She'll eat these and I won't. LIES. ALL LIES. For whatever reason, I've convinced myself she needs sweets... uh, why? And she's 18... quite capable of helping herself to a healthier choice. What a dork I am. So I need to commit this poster to memory... challenge of the week for me.<br /><br />The weekend has went rather well. Hubster and I hit some garage sales Saturday morning and then a second hand store. I found a crapton of work out VHS (Leslie Sanson Walk Away the Pounds new in package) for 1.00 each. And we still have our old dvd/vhs combo player, so woot! I did the WAtP 1 mile Express yesterday and that was so easy and fun. I also picked up a Billy Blanks Tae Bo Basics... haven't tried that puppy out yet. Scared to.. Hahahah. :) Eating wasn't too bad. Wasn't spectacular, but again, the challenge I have this week is commit the thoughts in black above to memory.<br /><br />Thought I'd take a picture of my breakfast meals this week. Just for fun. So... here we go.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsnRHFNSCU9i5dtr99ZET92J5X0mJoQhpqax6Sh13KNLEyq2zY5Uw4tj2CduPK_he4AVgmce__djYOhV7MABSKn6lyGHqawOYzsvHaesaaSRJyCNhsu6e8xBjONR4tfQV8bFniGvvfsQ0/s200/IMG-20120611-00432.jpg" width="174" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I found some blueberries on sale for 1.99 this week and thought that sounded great with bananas on waffles and a glass of milk to boot. Woohoo it was good. Total Points Plus: 9</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-490839122129390882012-06-07T22:20:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:41.964-05:005,000 BTU's (Big Tushy Units)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJAcW4loYX7pfmiEOuDe48xtwAqDdx707MQD6PZkjZ4Fqhn9TA0fihgcti69QNO6So8jY3-4xqfY1RQIgc2-zfB3EJHWbSfYdFlwZ8Ou3BXBn5kknuVzIokFdYuO6zHD2sOb00TBOVWyM/s1600/ac.jpg" /></div><br />So I came across a list of what items are comparable to the pounds you've lost...and this was nearest to my weight-loss. We've put in two window a/c's this year and I have to admit, I struggled a bit to lift and push them around. It's strange to realize that weight was a part of me one time.<br /><br />Anyhow....just thought that was a great reminder of where I've been. Now on to where I'm going, I can't wait.<br /><br />Kathie<br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-23508384647535128592012-06-06T20:01:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:42.002-05:00Excuse Me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrl1PDOgB6uAzv1qguBw0IQMczch35egL0JmWcQ8kMMjKAxCcVhf0ng4fN97ohcUySV8oqTg0XclHV9Le86cOI0LVw1ckXc6OjHD2dYbN_F4T0AdYO-H9oj8eAMepUGvGiOSVV4H-RRJ06/s1600/tumblr_lr87nzktrT1r1v5ivo1_500-224x300.jpg" /></div>Finding excuses is what I've done best over the last six months. Want to hear some of them? Let's see..<br /><ul><li>The fruit doesn't taste fresh </li><li>I'm too tired from working at my new job.</li><li>I am trying, it's not working.</li><li>Cooking takes too much time.</li><li>Chub rub hurts too much.</li><li>I'm on my period.</li><li>I just don't want to do this right now.</li><li>Too many things going on.</li><li>Nothing's going on and it feels good, let's be lazy.</li><li>Let's go out to dinner, who needs to exercise.</li><li>I'm too tired to get up early, I just need more sleep.<br /> <br /> and my personal favorite...</li><li>blah, blahblah, blah - blah.</li></ul>Now, let's try this again, but instead of excuses, let me count the ways...<br /><ul><li>Exercising with my husband is fun. We should do that at least four times this week.</li><li>Tracking food isn't hard when I take my tracker with me.</li><li>Dinner is prepared and in the freezer, I just need to thaw it out and toss it in the crockpot.</li><li>Fruits and veggies are back in season! Let's Eat!</li><li>I am tired in the morning, let me look back and see what kind of foods I'm eating. Maybe the high sugar/aspartame content has something to do with it. I should cut most of that out.</li><li>I'll try to drink a couple of bottles of water at work each day (one in the morning and one in the afternoon) and go for a quick 5 minute walk if I feel tired instead of going for the caffeine boost.</li><li>Let's grill tomorrow!</li><li>Chub rub does hurt whether I work out or not. Working out will just get rid of it faster! </li><li>I will try and it will work. Sixty lost pounds says it does.<br /><br /> and my personal favorite...</li><li>ah, ah, ah, ah...staying alive, staying alive.</li></ul><br />Till tomorrow.<br />Kathie <br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-50791147114710807382012-02-26T21:54:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.040-05:00Dumbfounded!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-0xJ9Wn14zRGcC32ngfwycMA3Z0Bt-E3DLAyDFfzlbdcJwIj6ohujZ73zLZHVXvJG-lqmnoph53QAf4UX_u2_s8wL47QUp9BBWBsqVfH-nvD9lnVVWvi2yIW8Deo08dCKG0QUL_2h033/s1600/whatsthat.jpg" /></div><br />I know I planned to blog once a week, but I failed. Eh.<br /><br />So today, just had to share that we went for a walk on a local walking trail and I made it through 2 miles. In an hour. Blew me away. Totally surprised me. Kinda sucked through the rest of the evening, but two miles... I walked two miles. Whoda thunk it?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-63943519544146327792012-01-10T19:56:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.078-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQPxDOtsE8w4MOHgQU5_3yFktkarE0ju9dlmwwPcxb0HkcPkvtqdd_h0EWLYOr3nYaujxb7G8bao1dC8Xp6cpa_V1yEk-dK9q3culxM_WkQg4ukswCcpNru_8o53KZKU9JxXnsctuTi-s/s320/mycarl.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I've decided to blog at least once a week. I figure it can become a fun habit just like going to church and weighing-in has become. I guess, truth be told, lots of things have become a habit. Things that are much better for us. There are many things that we haven't made into a habit yet either, but the year has just began. I know there are several things that I'd like to add in and have set them as small goals along the way. The biggest 'habit' I'd like to form is one that involves more activity.<br /><br />So I made a list of things I'd like to do in 2012. Surprisingly, most of them were activity related and not wrapped around food. And these are just things I want to do, but I think it'll be fun to see what Carl drums up too. Here's my list...<br /><br />*Picnic<br />*Bible Reading Plan in a yr<br />*Camp & Swim<br />*Fish with Carl<br />*Build a snowman<br />*Invite Friends Over (x4)<br />*Go to an outdoor concert<br />*Walk across a bridge<br />*Play mini-golf<br />*Go to the zoo<br />*Tour Bridal Cave<br />*Tour the Penitentiary<br />*Go bowling<br />*Train Ride<br />*Go Apple Picking<br />*Corn Maze<br />*Decorate a Pumpkin<br />*Help out at the Haunted Hotel<br />*Create 2 Christmas Gifts for each person<br />*Learn how to take compliments<br />*Save 3,000.00<br />*Barbeque with family<br />*Donate blood 3 times<br />*Donate clothes to a battered women's shelter<br />*Blog once a week<br />*Join Toastmasters $36.00<br />*See a Play<br />*Go to a parade<br />*Go to a movieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-45849662516569659062012-01-01T20:53:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.115-05:00Happy New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2592HTpnk2Y/TwEZSlAcg_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/2G9SCIVhaGw/s200/397862_290711897647722_243388962380016_894364_256041678_n.jpg" width="200" /></div>It's hard to believe 2012 has arrived. I tried to remember back to the beginning of 2011, but nothing spectacular stands out. It was a week of overeating with big plans to lose weight come January 1st. And... by the 2nd day of that month, all my good ideas were out the window. It's been a little different this time around. We did what we've been doing and just took the day like any another. No big fanfare, no huge overeating mess, and no broken promises. Just a day of living our life. <br /><br />This year, I truly thank God for the wake up call on June 2nd for not only myself, but for Carl too. Our lives have changed in so many positive ways and I just can't stop thanking Him for it all. I'm really looking forward to seeing what my life will be like come January 1st, 2013. After a 1/2 year like this, I'm waiting with eager delight to see what else may comeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-66842172622483791312011-11-26T11:24:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.189-05:00Patience.<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4VZQeqbWDzBXpXHbbpgqkXYfSzdb0ElP86Br5N3Go8c5rFVsf94yMAab-7ac7H7kjXZrNAEhH-RSVvCjuabOeJUKV6hu_xkrws3FOrKXC96l-SYDthRp1AWG6kIv2YknBeoxL5ihe-y2/s320/tooktime.jpg" width="211" /></div><br />I love reminders like these. They always seem to come through when I need them most. It's been six months since we joined Weight Watchers and I never, NEVER, would have believed I would be 50lbs lighter in that time frame. As a matter of fact, I thought I would maybe be 25lbs less...and even that seemed a little unreal.<br /><br />My life seems like it's in constant change right now. From my family and job to my clothing and thought process. It seems like everything is constantly changing while moving forward on a straight path. How can that even be? Is it me? I think it might be.<br /><br />Maybe I'm the one who's changing...Maybe I should just be a little patient with everything and see how it all turns out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-47346568888749209982011-11-25T15:49:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.262-05:00Turkey Time and Black Thursday/Friday Night...<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuKlB67Xgg6Y5myX_hnweeXNFRaL0RAZZwZHlAp2-qLjkB2aC15Ir5XdhNfmFc2MZ95RjoqeOXQtGeQqiG6DSjDJXLX3-gXrV4dHYpAB7bLU8TU6KYWkazHHTk6l_ZO4ukJ1GfUwAFxJS/s320/lol-moo.jpg" width="320" /></div><br />I can't believe that Thanksgiving has made it here already. Back in June when we started Weight Watchers, all the holidays seemed so far off. Now we've blown through two of the three major food gatherings (Halloween Candy...food gathering...get it) and we just have one more to go.<br /><br />We ended up having a small Thanksgiving dinner. I really didn't want to do a thing this year because to be honest, I was petrified of overeating. I don't want food to control me anymore and most of the time, it doesn't. But when it sits in the fridge (especially things like pie, cake, and rolls) I have trouble resisting that kind of temptation. So I made up the basic Thanksgiving goodies and only one pie that was made with two bananas and sugar free pudding (2 cups). It wasn't the best, but it was a sweet which helped give closure to the day. <br /><br />What is it with traditions? Why not start some kind of new one and move away from the food part of it....maybe I'll never know. Anyhow, sucess was had and we made it through. <br /><br />Carl went to Wal-Mart to get in on one of the TV deals. He made it back home in one piece and with the TV he wanted. We used to be the couple who headed out for fun on Black Friday mornings, but now with stores opening on Thursday evening (or some all day) we just don't even fight the crowds. But it was nice to get a new TV and spoil ourselves just a bit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-68822487571547540382011-11-23T20:02:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.299-05:00Weigh-In<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFwe71w73g1leJgOmm_oFOW5PWeCeSj3I_FY8KOTG6QT2TCqqOO6i98HWoXNiNfanw_lTSsbe3fvcAhvuM9Wdf5CyON3KNR8T_BbDDyugNBKTUn8l5xrcRx98lfKdxPHTrPb-R27o3JlH/s200/50lbgone.jpg" width="200" /></div><br />Oh yes I did. And not only did I hit the 50lb mark, I bumped right on up and over it... with a new total of 53lbs gone.<br /><br />My sweet husband has now lost 43lbs and he's going to hit the 50 mark before long...<br /><br />Go Team Duo!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-34448762110898074482011-11-15T16:18:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.336-05:00Gifts from Friends...<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQ7HF8OCJp81pbqrUWaaPyIN7RsK2lN4l0Yczx28WDXIIMUJ_W__ajVYmSqWmaAe5p7mrZXfKlIzUWbSilMeSjZExJtnVHjFLiYRUObkNCZrujtLuVtt1hXeSov2HHJyZFxRM6CpTbpcx/s400/giftfr.jpg" width="400" /></div><br />I posted a while back about a friend from working giving me a coat on my birthday. That was such a nice surprise. Well, this past month, a couple of friends from our Weight Watchers group has stopped in and passed on a few of their favorite tops to me. I truly didn't think any of them would fit, but I'm glad they had the faith when mine was faltering for a moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-54955243467346713082011-11-06T18:51:00.000-06:002013-04-21T19:40:42.374-05:00Photo Update...<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxR8DDDOfKKLlPkE8N9YKUoIDJD45IFVkbCV59J7OsFbxHw4cTj7OFXAXM8oT5K9UszbehyphenhyphennHVJ86WvjnH-Dm1awZxdERjDFtO0K9UF1yMokTHI-_mgrwM8IkCZUHwtL1y2sgfEIO7Y-kN/s1600/IMAG00682s.jpg" /></div>We finally got around to taking some pictures. I think the bathroom mirror lies, because I'm not seeing this smaller face when I look into it. This is such a strange thing to me...this losing weight. I've tried in the past to make it work, but gave up within 10-20 lbs... and now I'm at 45lbs down and still encouraged to go on. I know hard times will come, but I just don't want to give up.<br /><br />Signed,<br />Rambling me.<br /><br />P.S. A body shot is also included on the photo page.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209260405168022684.post-66080569259879462572011-11-02T22:27:00.000-05:002013-04-21T19:40:43.982-05:00Conversations with Myself<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwS6a0sxhyphenhyphenJaeSuak1K4EQkb9VwiSL5m93GBMov9mkUQkjLfvtLXIlJiuFwK73NEJGY4f6m0Zj_iuyapFFZGBe583sDtR0b7gZLvRmG35EUUTrkI28w4ur4Wb1_ESZxxvxFQrytnsflo5/s400/dance.jpg" width="392" /></div><br />Tonight was weigh-in and I lost 3.8lbs. That's a total of 45lbs gone. I haven't weighed less than 350lbs in the last 17 years. It feels exceptionally strange to say my current weight. So much so that most of the evening I've been conversing with myself about it...<br /><br /><i>I weigh 347lbs. </i><br /><i>Are you sure? </i><br /><i>I think I'm sure.</i><br /><i>The scale said so.</i><br /><i>Well don't screw it up this week.</i><br /><i>Honestly, I hope I don't as it's not in the plan for me.</i><br /><i>You weigh 347lbs?</i><br /><i>I weigh 347lbs.</i><br /><i>Are you sure you didn't transpose a number?</i><br /><i>I'm sure. </i><br /><i>Well how cool is that?!</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0