Another Blessing

I don't think I've posted pics of our grand daughter and wanted to share with the world, the cutest baby I know. She isn't a baby exactly, she's over 2 now and looks just like her mother. She lives 9 hours away and we don't get to see her often enough - due to the travel, economy and our own crazy, personal schedules. We always say we will do better, but it seems that time often flies before and before we know it, another 9 months has passed before we get to see her! Wish she lived closer.

Living a Blessed Life

is a rare feeling that so many don't get to experience. I am blessed because I truly feel that way. Most days at least. At the end of the day, I look back at the days events: was I a good parent, did I lose patience with the kids when I shouldn't have? Was I a good wife? Did I support my hsuband in the best way that I could that day? I count my blessings and I know that I am truly blessed and have so much to be grateful. I am glad that I can say that. In this economy, it isn't often that people can say that but even though we are living on a tighter budget than ever before, we are together, in our house and haven't lost our cars. I am truly blessed because my family, while not perfect, is general pretty great! I am truly blessed because I get to work for God.

Hate/Love Relationship

with running is what I seem to have developed since August. I don't know why I started running, I just did. And I don't like it. But what I do like... is the results. And how it makes me feel. And the fact that I actually like myself more then I did. Let's face it, we women are evil to ourselves! We are our own worse critics, and we pick ourselves apart and are brutal on every "flaw" that we can come up with (and some that we don't have but think we do).

I started running in August because I was tired of being unhappy with my body and decided that I couldn't stand another moment whining about it. However, I have to say that in August, I didn't think I was fat. Nobody told me I was fat. Well, except... OK, so one person said I needed to lose a few pounds but really, do we ever listen to our moms? And my husband certainly wasn't complaining. After all, I had spent all summer P90xing and so I knew I wasn't fat.

But in August, my knee decided it no longer liked P90x and so I had to hit the treadmill while rehabbing the knee. And so I decided if I was going to hamstermill it, I would make it work to my advantage - on a 10 incline at 3.5 and before I knew it, I was walking at 4.0, and then running at 5.5 and then a 6.0.

Then, a person I know decided to do a half marathon and I was inspired. Random but inspired. And so I decided, I can do that. So I researched, studied and decided on a training program. And I made huge major changes to my diet (not really). I just cut out gluten, white food, unnatural sugars, processed foods and bread. So what do I eat? Ahh, that's another night and another post.

Long Story short, I have become obsessed with training and nutrition again (I go through these phases) and I enjoy it. Finally, a great way for my OCD to manifest itself. I'm up to 9 miles on my long runs, and my short runs are between 3 and 5 miles. I run 6 days a week. I run on the treadmill most days as it allows my ADHD to be fed by the remote control of the TV. And on weekends, I run with my beloved who is my biggest cheerleader.

I realize I must have been fat in August though. I made this realization when people who had not seen me for a few weeks said "OMG, you have lost soooooooo much weight". And then I realize I did - 35 lbs (28.5% weight loss). So that's some of the story. I still look at pictures (like the one taken at the zoo about 4 days ago) and still think I'm fat, but I'm going to work on that(but I'm a woman and I think my brain is simply hardwired that way).

I hate running but I love the fact that none of my shorts fit the other day, none of my bathing suits fit anymore, and none of my blue jeans fit. I know - no sympathy. I'm not bragging - I'm just saying that is the only love part to the running relationship.

My husband told his friend (he has more than one, but he was just talking to one) the other day, that he hates running but because I love it so much, he loves running with me. I corrected him and said - I hate running but I love what happens afterwards. So now, we hate running together. And the side benefit, totally unexpected, is that on Saturdays when we do our long run - it's up to 1 1/2 hours of just we time. Him, Me and Him encouraging me the whole way. Okay - I absolutely Love that part!

Long time, no Blog

Argh - it's been eons since I've last blogged and I wish that I could promise that I will be more frequent with picking it back up, but that's just one less pressure I need right now. Watch the point get made! Since last blog, I:

Have been freelancing for the SWTX conference with their youth camps, writing curriculum, helping design, train our servant team (summer camp work crew), directed 6 summer camps, either directed or coordinated 6 weekend mid-winter camps, lost 33 lbs (28.5% body fat), began training for a half = marathon, helped my husband open a non-profit jiujitsu gym, coordinated and directed a Get Fit Challenge for local teachers (season 2 starts in 5 days), am currently taking 4 college classes (8 week classes online), subbed 4 out of 5 days at the high school (okay, lately, its been 5 out of 5 days) and learned how to work my blackberry!

I've been a little busy - so busy in fact, that I haven't really even gotten to work on any photography! I squeeze in photography whenever I can but other than that, nothing to write home about.

I would like to blog more, I think it helps clear my mind! Okay, enough mind clearing for the night - gotta go do the dishes.