Progress # 46

Another week.

I have a cold. BLAH!

But it seems to be mild..hopefully I will nip it in the bud.

This week has been good. I had a great night at softball. I made some good plays at home. FYI..We don't put the 'sucky' girls at home. ..so when those guys THINK they can run home b/c the 'girl' is standing there ..they are sadly mistaken. 2 outs.. at home. Caught by me. : )

Taylor our Left fielder threw a ROCKET from left field....to home. And well. My reaction was to catch the ball..duh..but I seemed to do it with the bare hand.. OUCH!

It bruised right away..but it feels fine now.

I guess you want numbers.

I don't have GREAT numbers anymore. I think that my biggest issue perhaps might be the need to REALLY exercise. SO. This week...

Current Weight : 191.4

Total loss to date: 50.6

GOOD? Yeah I think so. I would like to lose 55 by my one year date. But we will see. I really might have to bite the big one and start some serious exercising.

OH WELL!! It is good.

46 weeks.

Going from a 18 to a 10. I will TAKE IT!

I am starting to get used to working 'fulltime' although my husband may think differently. I am ALWAYS tired. ALWAYS. I fall asleep in seconds. You can ask him if I am kidding..I don't think I am.

Momma is tired. But I LOVE my job. It is really a fantastic company and I am so fortunate!

Well. Back to work. : )

HAPPY HAPPY FRIDAY!

Yes. That is Joseph and I . I am probably addicted to karaoke..BUT not like my friend Becca. We was Country AND Western dancing.. It was fun. And I am real tired today. : )

Happy Happy Birthday Baby!!!

My littlest man is 8.

OH my. There are so many memories with these kids. I just can't get over how fast it has gone.

Jacob is passionate, loving, out going (to say the least) and happy.
He loves to live.
When he was a baby it was all about the Momma and the binkie.
When he was old enough to walk it was all about the Momma and his toys. Especially his trucks.
When he was old enough ...or maybe not quite old enough. He was all about his Momma and his bike. He learned to ride his bike w/o training wheels before he was 4. It was the craziest thing you had every seen..this little boy riding his big brothers bike.
When he started school..it was all about getting home to his Momma and playing spiderman.
HE loved to pretend he was spiderman.
When he turned 7. He was all about his Momma and his skate board and taking picture with Momma's cell phone. Hence the photo above!
And now that he is 8. He still loves his Momma. I don't mind. Someday he won't be like that.. and it will be all about the Daddy. So I will take the Momma's boy for as long as I can.

When we asked Jacob what he wanted for his birthday this year he said.

CRACKER BARREL

What do WANT for your birthday?

CRACKER BARREL!

JACOB?? What do you WANT TO GET FOR YOU BIRTHDAY??

CRACKER BARREL!!!!!!

Ok. So we taking him to Cracker Barrel. Maybe he will wonder where the presents are. Maybe he will be too busy with Mashed Potatoes and rolls. Maybe he is going to pick something out and ask to EAT at Sonic. : )
What ever the case may be...My little boy.
My baby.

My Jakey the Royce.

Is 8.

Life according to Jane

Yes there is an article. What would Jane do? Speaking of JaneAusten who wrote sense and sensibility. And the writer 'lives her life' reflecting on what Jane would do in life situations.
She talks about how, yet old fashioned, Jane has some good ideas for living..
BLAH!

But I had to read it for what it was.. heehee..no comment.
Any way.
It got my gears moving again.

Can you live in both worlds?
"Happy, healthy, attractive, of good mixer, a good lover and parent and have no curiosity for life."
OR Success at business and 'of the world'.

Is there an ability to be balanced in both in your life? Or will something pull and tug at you more? Or is it your heart that pulls you? Your honest deep down desires.

Could it even be the way you were brought up. What you learned or perhaps were trained for duty or pleasure?

Do we take into account out our personalities?

For example: I have had a difficult time in this life. I could have become selfish, jaded, full of myself. And yet due to the moral code in which I believe and instill into my daily life I do not live in this way. OR is it my personality that does not allow me to do so? My concern for my heart and my spirit keeps me from such a life. Where as I have seen and experienced those that have been thru far less and they seem to have a sense of entitlement to 'the best' of all things. Never taking into account the result of their actions, words and deeds.
I am not sure what the answer is. Because I don't just speak of believer vs. non-believer.
Is it the pull of the Holy Spirit on us that may cause us to act with integrity and regard for each other? And in turn we CHOOSE to react accordingly?
I know perplexing , deep and basic-

How will you choose to live?
And how will you allow the trials and test of this life shape and mold you for the years and the life to come?

And knowing what you have been thru do you try to shelter your children from harsh life situations or do you let them get in there and fall and come what may?
I know my answer.. some may disagree..but they don't have to answer for the responsibility of my children.. I do.

Momma does not do it like that!

So I noticed that I have had NO funny kid stories lately. Maybe b/c I am working non-stop and I have not had a chance to have any input on this poor lonely blog. Or maybe they are not being all that funny.

Yeah right.

Well. Since I have been working. Dear Ol' Dad has been incharge of getting the Jake. And just about every day it is something new with that little bugger.
My youngest delight rides his bike to school. Except on rainy days. And one morning he rode in..but it rained while he was in school. Dad did not do what momma would have done.. and that is pick that little man up..b/c I know he would ride in every single puddle and get himself and all the contents of his back pack soaked. Dad let him ride home..on his bike.
And he told his Dad.. "Mom would have never let me do that" He asked him if he liked it .. he skipped with glee and said yes.
But when I got home .. it was a different story. He came running to me as I entered the house.
"MOMMA!! Daddy MADE me ride my bike home in the rain. And I got ALL wet."
Poor Ol' Dad got all red faced. "Ok Little man. I won't let you do that again"
Most days are like that. I hear all about what dad does different than me.
Chores, Homework, snacks..the way their cocoa is prepared..of the PB&J's.
And not that it is bad. But for what ever reason. .Momma does all things better.
Whatever.

Of Course then there is Morgan. Oh Oldest Delight! Who. Is not making the grades.
So her Pappy and I have been on her NON stop. "Making her" study. And told her just 15 mins a night per subject. It will make all the difference in the world.
So she moans. .and groans. .and complains. But when you are grounded from EVERYTHING!! What difference does it make?!
So she took her 6 weeks final. Joseph and I both knew that the chances of her pulling a passing grade for the 6-weeks were slim to none since she had a 51 on her progress report..but hey She was going to make EVERY effort. When she go home Joseph asked her "how was the test?"
"OH DAD..It was easy. I don't know what the big deal is"
***Record Scratch**** " Do you think it had anything to do with the FACT that you studied?"
"Oh well maybe. I made a 98 on it. Yeah. I guess studying helps"
****I would like to smack her around****
The brat passed the 6 week....

Kids.. who needs padded room.. ME ME ME ME!!

I am going to spank your face!

There I am subbing for another team. Smacking the ball like no ones business. And they over the throw the ball to 1st. And I am told to run to second. Normally, on my team they know...Laura can't run fast. But since I am playing for someone else.. I do what I am told.
I run to second. Just about to hit the base. ..when the Second baseMAN hits me. Ball in hand. And instead of allowing myself to fall backwards. (Which I question which would be better). I stumble to keep myself from going down. And I felt it. The pain. Shooting down the back of my legs. And up my hips thru my lower back.
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!

Yes Ma'am. I jacked up my back.

The guys say "Oh I'm sorry..you ok"...

PEACHY. Jerkwad.

Yesterday. I could barely walk. I was/am in so much pain I can barely stand it.
The 5-6 advil were not touching it Tuesday night. Took the edge of last night. And today are making it bearable. I know. I am not as young as I think I am. I know I have back issues. BUT Damn! The idiot could not just tag me? Could have just smacked my ass with his glove?
He had to hit me like it was football???
I wanted to spank him. But I could not think straight. I dreaded hitting after that .B/c it meant I would have to turn my body to hit the ball. I still hit. But I ran even slower.
My only saving grace is they put me at 1st and I was a catching fool. That would also explain the bruise on my hand.
Oh well. All is fun in softball!
Except jerkwad boys that think they got to push around a poor defenseless girl that was just running to the base. So I hit the ball over his head and he was mad. SO I got him out at first and he was mad. SO. You have to act all tough? Silly boy softball is for WOMEN!

Progress # 45

Ok So working has me missing out on blogging... I QUIT~
J/k

Well. Here is what I have to deal with at work.
Snacking.
The snack machine.
The quiet time in afternoon where the change in my purse is calling me b/c the vending machine is calling them.
How am I combating it?
Some days. I give in. (come to momma)
Some days. I grab a protein bar.
Some days. An apple.
And some days a cup of tea.

But all in all it has been ok. I do find that eating 'right' here is more difficult especially when people order food for meetings and all of the leftover guacamole and fajitas are less than 20 feet away and it smells soooooo...
ok. you know

But here you go. Almost a year. Almost 52 weeks...

Current Weight: 191.2
Total Loss: 50.8 pounds.

Yup. Solid.

AHHHH.


This life changing journey has not come without its ups and downs. There are days I want to give up. And there are days I never thought I would make it this far. I keep reminding myself that I don't want to go back. That I was miserable with myself and what I saw in the mirror. And that I don't want to live like that any longer.
And there are even days when I get frustrated that I don't fit into what I want to wear. Even though what I want to wear is a bigger size. Strange? Oh well.

Lessons: There are ALWAYS consequences for your actions.

Goals: Chime in the music... "Don't stop believin'. Hold on to that feelin"

; )

1 John 4:1-21

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
We know that we live in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit. And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
We love because he first loved us. If anyone says, "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.