Early this morning, our family lost a beloved member. Our 14 year old German Shepherd/Golden Lab mix, Nike, passed away. He was a good and faithful dog through to the end...he waited all day until my mom had come home, and wouldn't even lay his head down, waiting for her to get there. Last night we all were at my parents for Christmas dinner, and afterwards, we all laid in the dining room with him, petting him and telling the stories we remember that best describe his life with our family over the years. How Nike wouldn't let the first guest to our house after Dylan was born, Jan the Avon lady, near the basinette where he lay. How he won many races with my mom and was her best running partner. How he would try to break up the silly squabbles between siblings over the years by placing himself between the two of us.
It is so hard to lose a pet. I know my mom will be lost without him. But he'll always be in our hearts, and we'll remember him as the best joggin' dog that he was...and the faithful guard dog who protected us.
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Journey of A Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Step - Lao Tzu
How many times have I failed? Many. More importantly, how many times have I tried and failed? Just as many. How many times have I found success? Once I can think of, but I'm sure there are more I'm just not counting.
I need a new me. A me I can be proud of. A me I don't have to "hide" behind.
I'm talking about my weight. I've never been some twiggy, stringy girl, and I realize I never will be. A dream of wearing a "triangle bikini" will most likely never be reality for me. But being a healthier, better, and a happier person I can work on.
I've joined gyms, I've done Weight Watchers, and watched my dad & aunt go through gastric bypass surgery. I know and HAVE the tools to succeed. My problem is I just don't use them. Why? I'm scared. Scared to try because I may fail. So in essence, scared of failure. I look at others who have worked hard to shed the pouds, and I am so inspired and happy for them. But I never think "That could be me." I hear them get compliments, I see their old figures melting into new sizes, which follows with new wardrobes. The want for a new wardrobe should be drive enough! As it is, I stick with accessories...but you can only have so many pairs of shoes, crazy socks, and purses to make you happy.
I've decided I want that to be me. It'd be nice to get a compliment that I can believe. It'd be wonderful to be able to go into any store in a mall and know that I will find something that fits. It'd feel good to be proud of me, and not take on the "Fat Girl" persona to make people laugh.
We just joined the YMCA, and I want to work hard. I want to be there, put my time in, and feel good. I want to watch myself change. I want to choose the baked chicken and steamed veggies at a restaurant and not con myself into thinking I "deserve" the burger with fries. I want to learn how to reward myself with things other than food. I want a healthy relationship with food. Not one where it bullies me and I bully it back. I guess I want a lot...but most of all I want to be happy. I want to be happy with myself. I want to be happy with my clothes. And I want to make peace with food. I am 25 years old and I don't want to give up on myself yet. I just need to stay motivated, stay positive, and stay on track. "Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there."
1 Cor. 10:12-13
I need a new me. A me I can be proud of. A me I don't have to "hide" behind.
I'm talking about my weight. I've never been some twiggy, stringy girl, and I realize I never will be. A dream of wearing a "triangle bikini" will most likely never be reality for me. But being a healthier, better, and a happier person I can work on.
I've joined gyms, I've done Weight Watchers, and watched my dad & aunt go through gastric bypass surgery. I know and HAVE the tools to succeed. My problem is I just don't use them. Why? I'm scared. Scared to try because I may fail. So in essence, scared of failure. I look at others who have worked hard to shed the pouds, and I am so inspired and happy for them. But I never think "That could be me." I hear them get compliments, I see their old figures melting into new sizes, which follows with new wardrobes. The want for a new wardrobe should be drive enough! As it is, I stick with accessories...but you can only have so many pairs of shoes, crazy socks, and purses to make you happy.
I've decided I want that to be me. It'd be nice to get a compliment that I can believe. It'd be wonderful to be able to go into any store in a mall and know that I will find something that fits. It'd feel good to be proud of me, and not take on the "Fat Girl" persona to make people laugh.
We just joined the YMCA, and I want to work hard. I want to be there, put my time in, and feel good. I want to watch myself change. I want to choose the baked chicken and steamed veggies at a restaurant and not con myself into thinking I "deserve" the burger with fries. I want to learn how to reward myself with things other than food. I want a healthy relationship with food. Not one where it bullies me and I bully it back. I guess I want a lot...but most of all I want to be happy. I want to be happy with myself. I want to be happy with my clothes. And I want to make peace with food. I am 25 years old and I don't want to give up on myself yet. I just need to stay motivated, stay positive, and stay on track. "Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there."
1 Cor. 10:12-13
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