Yea! My scale says I have now lost 39 lbs total. That means [of my baby weight] I only have about 10-15 more to lose!!! I am pleasantly surprised because I had lost track and kinda stopped trying to keep going and just tried to maintain where I was at so...whoo hoo, yea for me! I thought I would share some of the things I have come to rely on as weight loss helpers:
1. Zone Bars--the Zone Diet is actually the one I am on, but they sell the bars at all Trader Joe's & Target type places. My favorite is the fudge graham flavor. It is perfectly balanced & will work as a snack and tide me over for about 2-3 hours. The other flavors are things like: Chocolate Peanut butter, Caramel Cluster, Strawberry Yogurt, Cinnamon Roll (another of my favorites) and now they have some with actual fruit in them. Look for the yellow box.
2. Special K protein water--again, works to tide me over for about 1-2 hours (especially before/after practice). I like the strawberry-kiwi flavor in single serving packs-just add & shake.
3. Costco Chicken sandwiches--those frozen [seemingly fake] chicken patty sandwiches only take 45 seconds to warm up and they come dry so you can add whichever toppings you want. I keep a few sandwiches in my work fridge with a bottle of ranch salad spritzer and use that instead of mayo. (Sometimes I opt for low-fat honey mustard instead)
4. Water--an obvious one, I know, but I am not a water drinker. The extreme heat and practicing with the team has gotten me back into drinking more water & you would be surprised to learn that what they say is actually true: if you drink all your water, don't drink or do drugs, exercise regularly & eat right...you really do feel better! (imagine that) ;-D
Let me know if you are trying to lose weight too, I have LOTS of tips and tricks cause if I don't keep it changing & find new stuff, I give up easily.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Sweet Sunday: Sesame Street Weekends
We may not be rich, but we are good at what we do and the family time we have is absolutely priceless.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Hump-Day-Humor: Why Parents Have Gray Hair
Why Parents Have Gray Hair
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.
Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom.
I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.
Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your son, Chad
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer.
I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.
Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom.
I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.
Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your son, Chad
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer.
I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tacit Tuesday
Tacit= implied, inferred, unspoken
Here is the link--look, listen, think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8G3MsdQxuU
Here is the link--look, listen, think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8G3MsdQxuU
Belated Monday Motivation
I am changing my Monday theme from Monday Meditation to Monday Motivation--or maybe back and forth, I dont know. Here is the first (a little late):
My mom doesnt forward those little stories often, so when she does I figure it must be good (and this one is) Keep this in mind not just this week---students keep it in mind as school starts this year!
A 92-year-old, petite, well poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied..
'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing.'
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred. (Romans 12:9)
2. Free your mind from worries. (Matt. 6:25)
3. Live simply. (Galations 5:22)
4. Give more. (II Corinthians 9:7)
5. Expect less (Luke 6:35)
My mom doesnt forward those little stories often, so when she does I figure it must be good (and this one is) Keep this in mind not just this week---students keep it in mind as school starts this year!
A 92-year-old, petite, well poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied..
'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing.'
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred. (Romans 12:9)
2. Free your mind from worries. (Matt. 6:25)
3. Live simply. (Galations 5:22)
4. Give more. (II Corinthians 9:7)
5. Expect less (Luke 6:35)
Monday, August 4, 2008
Belated Sweet Sunday: Long Live Mashed Potato Kisses!
Any parent will understand...anyone with parents should remember: There is NO BETTER FEELING than when you are able to see or hear how much your child loves you.
Now, I am far from attached at the hip to my daughter, but I will admit it is hard to leave her for long periods. Case in point: going camping with friends overnight--the way we were kissin' on her when Grandpa picked her up, you would think we were going over seas for a week or more. So it is always nice to come back to her, but my heart absolutely melted when we got out of the truck and she came running [literally] arms open. For the rest of the day she was kissin on me like I was going overseas! I got kisses on my face, she would walk up and kiss my knee as I worked on the computer, I even got mashed potato kisses at dinner!
In the same way, I am not attached to my parents at the hip but I will gladly admit I still call her Mama and I still call him Daddy. When people make fun of me (and by People I mean my husband) for being so close to my parents, I will now just remember my mashed potato kisses.
If everyone had parents like mine, the problems of this earth would minimize by half. My husband should consider himself lucky if Isa feels close enough to him to call him Daddy when she is my age. I strive to raise my child half as well as I was raised and if you have parents even a little supposrtive of you, stop reading right now and tell them how much you love and appreciate them.
To my support group:
Mama--you are my best friend in the whole world...literally...and I could not live without your love support and advice.
Daddy--You are the rock of our family, a true shepard and awesome man.
I know I can count on you both for ANYTHING, I love you. If I had mashed potatoes I would take a bite just so I could kiss you!
Tracy & Greg--you are my second parents, I may have outgrown the need for a key to your house, but I will never outgrow the need for your loving honesty, listening skills and [mostly] unbiased opinion.
I am very blessed; now you look at your support group--who could use a little love from you today?
Now, I am far from attached at the hip to my daughter, but I will admit it is hard to leave her for long periods. Case in point: going camping with friends overnight--the way we were kissin' on her when Grandpa picked her up, you would think we were going over seas for a week or more. So it is always nice to come back to her, but my heart absolutely melted when we got out of the truck and she came running [literally] arms open. For the rest of the day she was kissin on me like I was going overseas! I got kisses on my face, she would walk up and kiss my knee as I worked on the computer, I even got mashed potato kisses at dinner!
In the same way, I am not attached to my parents at the hip but I will gladly admit I still call her Mama and I still call him Daddy. When people make fun of me (and by People I mean my husband) for being so close to my parents, I will now just remember my mashed potato kisses.
If everyone had parents like mine, the problems of this earth would minimize by half. My husband should consider himself lucky if Isa feels close enough to him to call him Daddy when she is my age. I strive to raise my child half as well as I was raised and if you have parents even a little supposrtive of you, stop reading right now and tell them how much you love and appreciate them.
To my support group:
Mama--you are my best friend in the whole world...literally...and I could not live without your love support and advice.
Daddy--You are the rock of our family, a true shepard and awesome man.
I know I can count on you both for ANYTHING, I love you. If I had mashed potatoes I would take a bite just so I could kiss you!
Tracy & Greg--you are my second parents, I may have outgrown the need for a key to your house, but I will never outgrow the need for your loving honesty, listening skills and [mostly] unbiased opinion.
I am very blessed; now you look at your support group--who could use a little love from you today?
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