So I have been thinking about this since vacation and I want to make a change. I am heavier than I want to be and I am unhappy about it. I want to not worry when I get on a ride, I want to get on a plane and not worry about others around me, I want to enjoy shopping.
And I have realized I have control over this.
Is it going to be hard? Absolutely! But I have to do it. For me. Not anyone else but me.
I am going to have to make huge changes but I have already started. I walked a mile today in 24 minutes at 2.5 mph. I am hoping to up the mph and lower the time it takes me to walk the mile. At some point perhaps begin running the tail end of the mile but for now I have to just get on the treadmill and walk. 24 minutes of my life are 24 minutes toward a healthier me.
This is something I want and I want it badly. I have a target weight set for Christmas. I WILL reach that weight but more importantly I will feel better about myself as well as generally feel better.
Keep me in your prayers. This is going to be one long, wild ride.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
It's been a while
Well it's been a while since I have been on here to post anything. There have been huge changes, both good and bad. Life has gone on, just as it always will.
One thing that has developed is my belief system. I have been attending a church with friends that I believe has a Baptist basis to it. This has not only helped continue to help me grow spiritually but it has also made me look deeper into what I believe. I don't agree with all they say but I am not there to agree or disagree. I am there to take what God is presenting to me and learning from it. Am I where I want to be yet? Not even close. But I am feeling that urge, that almost physical need to do more. That is what I have been working on.
Then there is work. I have a new co-worker this year. Then I just lost a co-worker to a car accident. I am going to attend the funeral tomorrow with others from work. I won't say the common "It makes me think about how precious life is." I feel more that I need to tell people how I feel now...not tomorrow, not when I feel like it. I need to make sure those that I really love know it.
On the good side I have already taken the bike out with Paul and Robin. We rode to New Castle, Hampton Beach, and to Seacoast Harley Davidson. It was a beautiful, beautiful ride. I was scared it would take me a bit to get back into riding, remember what to do, etc etc but as soon as I was back on the bike it was....well it was like riding a bike. :-)
Now it is raining and I probably need to head to bed. I am going to try and write more often on here but then again, who knows what will happen. Be good all and sleep well.
One thing that has developed is my belief system. I have been attending a church with friends that I believe has a Baptist basis to it. This has not only helped continue to help me grow spiritually but it has also made me look deeper into what I believe. I don't agree with all they say but I am not there to agree or disagree. I am there to take what God is presenting to me and learning from it. Am I where I want to be yet? Not even close. But I am feeling that urge, that almost physical need to do more. That is what I have been working on.
Then there is work. I have a new co-worker this year. Then I just lost a co-worker to a car accident. I am going to attend the funeral tomorrow with others from work. I won't say the common "It makes me think about how precious life is." I feel more that I need to tell people how I feel now...not tomorrow, not when I feel like it. I need to make sure those that I really love know it.
On the good side I have already taken the bike out with Paul and Robin. We rode to New Castle, Hampton Beach, and to Seacoast Harley Davidson. It was a beautiful, beautiful ride. I was scared it would take me a bit to get back into riding, remember what to do, etc etc but as soon as I was back on the bike it was....well it was like riding a bike. :-)
Now it is raining and I probably need to head to bed. I am going to try and write more often on here but then again, who knows what will happen. Be good all and sleep well.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Recycled Percussion
Angie and I went to the Recycled Percussion concert tonight. I wasn't sure what to expect but what I got was an AMAZING concert with some downright mindblowing drumming. One of the guys, Justin, is able to drum 20 beats a second. A SECOND! That is crazy. It was a great concert and what amazed me even more is that they waited so that each and every person was able to get their autograph or picture. It was really really cool. Here is a picture I got with them and I also got their autographs. It was an amazing experience I will remember forever.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Inner Conflict
Hey guys,
So it has been a while since I have been on here writing. I have something to write now and I feel that I need to get it out of my system. A friend of mine is in an abusive relationship. I have made it clear to her that I think she should get a restraining order against her boyfriend but it upset her. I have been speaking to her though about other things. She needs her friends around her and she doesn't need me to pound it into her what I feel she should do. It ultimately comes down to the fact that she has to do what is right. I can't do that for her. It is just hard, as a friend, to sit back and see your friend affected physically and emotionally and not in a good way and not do anything.
So I have prayed a lot about it and basically come to the conclusion that I have to just be a friend and let her know that I am here if she needs to talk. I will also continue praying for her and for her safety. Besides that I have to just let go and let God.
So that is what I have to write about at this time. If I get any updates I will post them but just keep in mind that when people come to work they have a life outside of work that affects them greatly at work. Someone may snap at you, yell at you, or just be rude, and granted it isn't ok but there may be a huge reason why they are acting that way. Take that into account before snapping back. They may just need a safe haven and a friend that cares.
So it has been a while since I have been on here writing. I have something to write now and I feel that I need to get it out of my system. A friend of mine is in an abusive relationship. I have made it clear to her that I think she should get a restraining order against her boyfriend but it upset her. I have been speaking to her though about other things. She needs her friends around her and she doesn't need me to pound it into her what I feel she should do. It ultimately comes down to the fact that she has to do what is right. I can't do that for her. It is just hard, as a friend, to sit back and see your friend affected physically and emotionally and not in a good way and not do anything.
So I have prayed a lot about it and basically come to the conclusion that I have to just be a friend and let her know that I am here if she needs to talk. I will also continue praying for her and for her safety. Besides that I have to just let go and let God.
So that is what I have to write about at this time. If I get any updates I will post them but just keep in mind that when people come to work they have a life outside of work that affects them greatly at work. Someone may snap at you, yell at you, or just be rude, and granted it isn't ok but there may be a huge reason why they are acting that way. Take that into account before snapping back. They may just need a safe haven and a friend that cares.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Pearl Necklace
The Pearl Necklace
A cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll
think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a
bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess-- the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
" Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And, when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of beautiful genuine pearls. He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.
Question- what imitations are we holding onto that stops us from receiving God's genuine treasures?
Author Unknown
A cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll
think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a
bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess-- the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
" Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And, when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of beautiful genuine pearls. He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.
Question- what imitations are we holding onto that stops us from receiving God's genuine treasures?
Author Unknown
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