tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30008608276882031092024-02-18T17:45:08.816-08:00Wendy's WordsWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-63832052338630601722010-06-02T16:45:00.000-07:002010-06-02T17:05:29.587-07:00Don't compare yourself to others<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5u3BpQmQqQVIJzNu2eNGUBwRwZFh0QFH6PzHQzYbo_lelOgi5Q_-rF8v9Rox-NwlLkInmg5cdRU76OePC7n-Pl2JOAPL8dvVaNNh8n4wJ08rloZ1kPm0hhRGDlW3NBJxQG9HT-PgKrbA/s1600/skinny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5u3BpQmQqQVIJzNu2eNGUBwRwZFh0QFH6PzHQzYbo_lelOgi5Q_-rF8v9Rox-NwlLkInmg5cdRU76OePC7n-Pl2JOAPL8dvVaNNh8n4wJ08rloZ1kPm0hhRGDlW3NBJxQG9HT-PgKrbA/s320/skinny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478329315929188210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIj_8os6C0nz9l8dPHPR0d8s9fj5ZfcNLr0fOWSnlzInBOjM1__4dj_lgSFz9uF1HTbq0CS0aTUKSe4fVtluUb_Sd1-k411BQj0sZQy69Vz4cz_oROqxo9phEtv7orKfvLLDFydYb7os/s1600/Photo++33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIj_8os6C0nz9l8dPHPR0d8s9fj5ZfcNLr0fOWSnlzInBOjM1__4dj_lgSFz9uF1HTbq0CS0aTUKSe4fVtluUb_Sd1-k411BQj0sZQy69Vz4cz_oROqxo9phEtv7orKfvLLDFydYb7os/s320/Photo++33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478327179428794050" border="0" /></a>Hello Blog World! As you could see from my post below I signed up for a half marathon! For the past few weeks I had been down about my running and working out in general. It probably all started when I ran a 5k with a bunch of hard core runners. All the girls were super thin and everyone was talking about what times they wanted. I just wanted to run the whole time. Then the run was hot and I could barely breathe. I began to feel sorry for myself. The old bad thoughts began to poison my mind. "You can't do this," "Running sucks," "You will never be able to run a 5k in less than 30 minutes, why are you even trying." So I put these pictures up to remind myself. "Wendy you look a hell of a lot better now that you are a runner (ALSO THANK YOU WEIGHT WATCHERS) AND you are much happier." <span style="font-weight: bold;">A person can only be the best version of themselves</span>. I may never be able to run a 5k in less than 30 minutes. I may never get to that 150 pounds that I once tried to achieve. I can though continue to be the healthiest best version of myself.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-42235607409135423102010-06-02T16:31:00.000-07:002010-06-02T16:35:45.288-07:00Rock and Roll Half MarathonI signed up! Rock and Roll Half Marathon Here I come!<br /><br />Sept 5th, 2010<br /><br />Three months to train!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-51200396926006448932010-03-03T15:50:00.000-08:002010-03-04T10:11:19.204-08:00In Second Grade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEuRyE6F-16aRKqd4YG2vbF9Vh07UPa9LYcElvRj8RnDG9L4k-3LtXwqeqeN1H19iiAI5O_2tw7ao5S3j7juDPcBWcs-E7CpDp9oYKOXcZB0cwLxn780rjJyV0ZYfsAto3MfZ7pdIba8/s1600-h/washington.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444559901378844434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEuRyE6F-16aRKqd4YG2vbF9Vh07UPa9LYcElvRj8RnDG9L4k-3LtXwqeqeN1H19iiAI5O_2tw7ao5S3j7juDPcBWcs-E7CpDp9oYKOXcZB0cwLxn780rjJyV0ZYfsAto3MfZ7pdIba8/s320/washington.JPG" /></a><br /><span class="bold">March 1982: </span>Wake County Superintendent Dr. Walter Marks proposes a Schools of Choice program of educational options designed to achieve racial balance and efficient utilization of schools. The magnet program begins August 1982. (News and Observer).<br /><br />May 10th, 1982: I am born.<br /><br /><br />In 2nd grade my parents chose to send me and my sister to Washington Elementary. A magnet school in downtown Raleigh across the street from the projects.<br /><br />In 2nd grade a white mid to upperclass girl knew the name of those projects, Walnut Terrace.<br /><br />In 2nd grade, I had my 8 year old party. I remember two things distinctly. One, my friend asking me " you are friends with black people." I had one black friend there. Two, a different friend telling me she wanted to come to my party, but didn't know if she could buy me a present. She lived right by the school and rode the green bus, not the pink bus.Speaking of buses, my sister and I rode the bus everyday. We loved our 45 minute bus ride.<br /><br />She "found" me a present, a pair of hoop earrings. I have a picture with me and those earrings. I loved those earrings. In college, in my class Teaching Diverse populations, when I was asked to remember my first experience of diversity, I remembered these memories.<br /><br />Last night, Wake County voted to end the diversity policy that has been in effect for a long time. Schools will go into neighborhood schools. Each school zone will have a magnet, year round and traditional option. My husband went to neighborhood schools and he turned out fine. He went to school with all of his friends in the neighborhood. In second grade, I was friends with all my neighborhood kids as well as kids in north Raleigh, regular Raleigh, downtown, and other parts of Cary.<br /><br />I don't even live in Raleigh and it breaks my heart. I don't even have children and it still makes me cry. This policy is a little about racism, a little about new people not understanding, but mostly about the future, and me understanding a little more the people that walk into my office everyday straight from the projects of downtown Norfolk, and me understanding a little more the importance of Washington Elementary, and the old school policy.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-84081871103317340452010-02-02T18:08:00.000-08:002010-02-02T18:39:39.966-08:00Baby vs. MarathonI think when you turn 27 your biological clock literally starts to tick. This makes sense considering the recent news that half my eggs are gone by 30. Scratch that 90% of a woman's eggs are gone by 30. Just writing that makes me want to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">impregnated</span>, NOW.<br /><br />Ever since my 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span></span> birthday I literally go home from a night out thinking... I am tired of this I am ready for a baby. I began reading baby blogs and researching about births. Every other day I would talk baby names with my favorite google chat friends.I discussed it with my husband and he agreed. I announced to my parents that 2010 would be the year I would give them a grandchild. Yep...this was it. I celebrated my last pack of birth control ever in August with friends. I was so sure of my decision and excited about it. I even calculated when I would get pregnant, when I would have my maternity leave.etc..etc.<br /><br />I am not sure exactly what happened but the month I was supposed to go off birth control I had a mild panic attack drove straight home opened my next pack of birth control and continued on.<br /><br />Then my baby inklings returned around October. I became obsessed. I was ready so ready. Why did I go back on my decision this was TIME!If I wanted to have a baby while my husband was in the military this is it! My husband was supposed to leave on deployment later, so I wanted to wait until right before he left. Chris and I went on a trip in early November and early December we would really try! Then I went to a baby shower of a close friend. My friend Emily asked me if it was making me want a baby, and because I always tell Emily the truth, and I was drinking a mimosa I replied the truth, "not at all." All I could think about was I wanted another mimosa and quick.<br /><br />Somehow I forgot about this whole epiphany and by the holidays I was well on the way to another full blown baby kick. I dreamt of babies EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I researched more on baby sites, talked baby names with hubby and was generally excited. Then of course, the doubt started to surface. ONE, my mother in law gave me a gift for Chris, Wendy, and future baby. Seriously?? Who does that. It made me want to throw up. Literally. Pretty sure this is not a good sign. Later I went to Sherlock Holmes with my hubby and in laws and all I could think about was that I didn't want to have a baby. So, I had to break the news to Chris. He was pretty upset. I think he is afraid I'll never want a baby. I don't think this is the case. I just can't get out of doubt/obsession <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></span> cycle. Now he is leaving for deployment and there is most likely no time anyway. So as I promised I would either have a baby or run half marathon in 2010. Marathon it is!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-88028608445202297912010-02-02T17:49:00.000-08:002010-02-02T17:56:58.601-08:0010/31/09 Pumpkin Run<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47kFfw5j2_sII8KpYmgCCGVE9LHi1noujC8mpTLsq588lYA6iNeRJQKtgLc3qwRzcX3JtWiDrlPdsjGzJXQUTjMn7Abqv9S8YzS95C14idbGVXK3Ig01EG4SQsOL1xvLo5d4AKoI4UXQ/s1600-h/running.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47kFfw5j2_sII8KpYmgCCGVE9LHi1noujC8mpTLsq588lYA6iNeRJQKtgLc3qwRzcX3JtWiDrlPdsjGzJXQUTjMn7Abqv9S8YzS95C14idbGVXK3Ig01EG4SQsOL1xvLo5d4AKoI4UXQ/s320/running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433829739311211298" border="0" /></a><br />Here is me with some of my favorite people after my second 5k that I completed on 10/31/09. I wanted to make sure you knew I was still running!!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-3639785569700696692009-08-10T09:46:00.000-07:002009-08-10T11:42:45.422-07:00Simply remember my favorite things...and then I don't feel so bad.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKMpKQcDojPR1zF1Aa5AAqg3TzC5H0tn73a3dJgIv-BH9m6fsnZjca2pEgnQwNqHPBto8tuknu8XzmBPPrPKQv38W-gQe1PbFpHRIkXipft89Z8vML1YQneDhEUqpCz1YW_MiKkncO7A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368405203021331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKMpKQcDojPR1zF1Aa5AAqg3TzC5H0tn73a3dJgIv-BH9m6fsnZjca2pEgnQwNqHPBto8tuknu8XzmBPPrPKQv38W-gQe1PbFpHRIkXipft89Z8vML1YQneDhEUqpCz1YW_MiKkncO7A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>1. Water Balloons ( not sure why this is my first one)<br /><br />2. Water Parks<br /><br />3. Going on a roller coaster uphill right before the big drop<br /><br />4. Flying on a trip solo<br /><br />5. Drinking in airports<br /><br />6. Reading a book so beautiful it makes me cry<br /><br />7. Swimming in the Ocean<br /><br />8. Body Surfing.<br /><br />9. Kissing<br /><br />10. Fresh Baked Bread<br /><br />11. Butter, the real kind<br /><br />12. Chocolate chip cookies dipped in milk<br /><br />13. Being a democrat<br /><br />14. Read/ Watching the news<br /><br />15. Elections<br /><br />16. Watching Political Speeches<br /><br />17. Phone calls from a friend<br /><br />18. Coming home to my laundry already folded<br /><br />19. Having a clean house that I did not clean<br /><br />20. Feeling the coolness of fall coming in<br /><br />21. Tailgating. Football.<br /><br />22. Cheering for my team, the Wolfpack!<br /><br />23.Watching the ACC tournament and the NCAA<br /><br />24. Experiencing a win for state in either football or basketball.<br /><br />25. Tequila Shots. Petron.<br /><br />26. Laying in bed during a violent thunderstorm<br /><br />27. Meeting my children in my dreams<br /><br />28. Making love after a long absence<br /><br />29. Local Vegatable Stands.<br /><br />30. Being a pescetarian<br /><br />31. Dressing up<br /><br />32. Ruffles<br /><br />33. Wrap Dresses<br /><br />34. Parties with a theme<br /><br />35. Riding my Pink bike pepto<br /><br />36. North Carolina State Fair<br /><br />37. Driving down the interstate seeing the Raleigh Sky line<br /><br />38. Cary Lazy Days<br /><br />39. Reading great weightloss blogs<br /><br />40. Working out so hard sweat is dripping from my body<br /><br />41. 5:15am Spinning Classes<br /><br />42. Chocolate, Dark<br /><br />43. A cold Miller lite on a hot summer day with the people I love.<br /><br />44. Making love, or the opposite, depending on my mood<br /><br />45. Cuddling<br /><br />46. Running about 1 mile<br /><br />47. Swimming in a lake<br /><br />48. Snow Skiing when it's not too cold<br /><br />49. Road trips with my sister<br /><br />50. Rock band<br /><br />51. Playing the piano<br /><br />52. Playing a cool cadence on the snare.<br /><br />53. Coolwhip<br /><br />54. Ortbitz original<br /><br />55. Fireworks on the fourth of july<br /><br />56. Disneyworld<br /><br />57. Snorkling or Scuba Diving<br /><br />58. Cruises<br /><br />59. Warm Nights<br /><br />60. John Legend in Concert<br /><br />61. Dancing in the living room<br /><br />62. Old Friends and New<br /><br />63. Drunk Dialing<br /><br />63. Waking up super early<br /><br />64. Popcorn at the movies<br /><br />65. Thanksgiving at my parent's house<br /><br />66. All the presents I get at the Cook's house for Christmas<br /><br />67. A cool glass of water<br /><br />68. Coca Cola Classic- Can't beat the real thing.<br /><br />69. A good love song<br /><br />70. Country from the early to mid 90's<br /><br />71. Traveling<br /><br />72. Sitting on the couch with my hubby watching one of "our" shows<br /><br />73. Prestemon reunion every other Christmas.<br /><br />74. Homemade Macaroni and Cheese<br /><br />75. Watching Dophins swim in the ocean.<br /><br />76. Going out to eat at a fancy restaurant with a glass of wine.<br /><br />77. Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches.<br /><br />78. Life Long Love Stories<br /><br />79. Freeze Pops Lime Flavored<br /><br />80. Cottage Cheese with fresh tomatoes on top.<br /><br />81. A spicy bloody mary<br /><br />82. Spicy things in general<br /><br />83. Make up and making up.<br /><br />84. Being girly<br /><br />85. Massages<br /><br />86. Playing with my hair.<br /><br />87. Going home early<br /><br />88. Staying out late.<br /><br />89. Holiday Parties.<br /><br />90. Fitting into my size 10 clothes.<br /><br />91. Margaritas<br /><br />92. School<br /><br />93. Watching my sailor leave his submarine and return to me.<br /><br />94. Flowers delivered to me or given to me.<br /><br />95. Laughing with friends<br /><br />96. Diving off the diving board<br /><br />97. Catching a Fish<br /><br />98. Playing Cards<br /><br />99. Playing any board game with friends<br /><br />100. Deep Discussions<br /><br />101. Silent Night with Candles at Church on Christmas Eve.<br /><br />102. Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.<br /><br />103. Wheat toast with Strawberry Jam.<br /><br />104. The smell of burgers on the grill..even if I no longer eat them.<br /><br />105. Swinging (on a swingset)<br /><br />106. Water Skiing<br /><br />107. Marching Band Competitions<br /><br />108. Broadway Shows<br /><br />109. Date Night<br /><br />110. Birthdays! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>111. Wine Festivals</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>112. Local Coffee Shops</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>113. Daily Coffee Drinking</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>114. Dangly Earrings.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>115. Crisp pickles</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>116. Diry Martinis</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>117. Curly Hair</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>118. Being a Blonde</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>119. Walking my dog.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>120. Eating a piece of the cake above.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>121. Blogging.</div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-29409012918142038772009-06-30T06:15:00.001-07:002009-06-30T06:16:39.611-07:00I am a runner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeNWwwk2OWMNntp-ZDl5qsBemg0EWEbqvD5l0U5f7rL42lcUDyWEMBWYx2rFUb1Anhf_RuAj-jtJs5AjzBvunynuiJncuxpOMULEOQpEKFmM-aJRDil5XFPuTaxHgIPvn1BZLiWnqhfY/s1600-h/image012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353108769823859106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeNWwwk2OWMNntp-ZDl5qsBemg0EWEbqvD5l0U5f7rL42lcUDyWEMBWYx2rFUb1Anhf_RuAj-jtJs5AjzBvunynuiJncuxpOMULEOQpEKFmM-aJRDil5XFPuTaxHgIPvn1BZLiWnqhfY/s320/image012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saturday, June 27th 2009.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I completed my first 5k! I ran the whole thing without stopping at it took about 32 minutes! </div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-19026033133969589672009-06-03T07:01:00.000-07:002009-06-03T07:10:10.216-07:00Popsicles..Field Day..Don't want to talk about my weight gain.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVN8WyYp9vd8sCsmXCDWF2NIIcXFt1mHZ1BzK5WiU6bwRFP2mQMoQTQ5nceyqU0A3fvBf9WQdgTgkZMHvCjMcK-Sd5STVdMciBNo3ni9rGhHGnhbFvTj9H58YjAHAxXAqA-g3KFFAehk/s1600-h/popsicles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343101326390577458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVN8WyYp9vd8sCsmXCDWF2NIIcXFt1mHZ1BzK5WiU6bwRFP2mQMoQTQ5nceyqU0A3fvBf9WQdgTgkZMHvCjMcK-Sd5STVdMciBNo3ni9rGhHGnhbFvTj9H58YjAHAxXAqA-g3KFFAehk/s320/popsicles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I miss field day. You know having the whole day to run around playing games. Remember the dunking booth, water balloon toss, egg toss, sack races, races where you spinned around on a baseball batt?My favorite were probably the games that involved water balloons. BUT, the best part of field day was the popsicles! Don't you miss this kind? You could crunch up the ice and suck the juice of the bag. I have no idea what they are called AND I had a hard time finding a picture of them. DO they still make this kind? My favorite flavor of all time is the GREEN one. Lucky me there were always green popsicles available. I seemed to be one of the few elementary school aged kids that liked green the best. I LOVE lime! I came to the conclusion that maybe this was a preview of my love for alcoholic drinks with a hint of lime. All my alcoholic drinks now have lime in it. I also love Key lime pie! Okay so, i'm getting out of control here.<br /><br />I used to also get this kind when I was at the pool. My sister and I pretty much spent EVERY SINGLE DAY at the pool in the summer. It didn't matter if it was sunny and hot or rainy. The worst thing about my job is working during the summertime. Sometimes I would rather be at the pool all day eating a popsicle or two. The green kind of course.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-44915348455713089802009-04-07T18:02:00.000-07:002009-04-07T18:20:37.919-07:00PescetarianismI'm thinking about changing things up, being a little different. I am thinking about becoming a Pescetarian. I think I spelled that right. Basically it is a term for a person who eats a vegetarian diet except includes seafood. In the past few days I have not eaten any meat. Actually I haven't had any meat since Saturday when I had a few chicken wings. We went to Wild Wings for a friends birthday and I had a few too many drinks that resulted in a few too many wings. SO after getting home I turned back into my health kick. Since Sunday, I have been eating black bean veggie burgers or southwest burgers. Tonight for dinner I had a vegetarian chili with "fake" meat and it was delicious. Plus it was only 150 calories. By doing this mainly vegetarian thing I have extra points left over ( btw i'm doing Weight Watchers) AND I AM NOT HUNGRY! I am filling up on black beans!<br /><br /><br /><br />I've always told people that I don't really like meat and I could be vegetarian if I could at least have seafood and a steak and cheeseburger every once in awhile. Really red meat is not good for you and I rarely eat it so why not give it up all together? Chicken is healthy for for you but it is so boring. I don't really like the texture of chicken. I also don't like pork all that much. Aside from ham and bacon it seems like a waste. However, I RARELY eat ham or bacon. This has been a gradual thing for me. One thing I worry about is going out to eat and eating at peoples houses. Sometime it is a pain when the person doesn't eat meat. What about Thanksgiving??? All things to think about.<br /><br /><br /> Maybe one day I will give up seafood too. It seems like being a pescetarian is just a half ass vegetarian and I hate doing anything half ass. I almost did give up fish after watching a special where the fish were FULL of plastic from swallowing trash ew ew ew.. BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE SUSHI, steamed shrimp, fish in GENERAL is YUMMO...so I'm not ready to give them up yet. I also also am not SET on being a PESCETARIAN ( did I spell that right) but it is definately something I am thinking about.<br /><br />Perhaps this is just a phase. But, I'm throwing the idea around.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-91247012697594983922009-03-22T17:19:00.001-07:002009-03-22T17:33:24.164-07:00Step one: Decide to go to the gym.<em>The hardest part of the journey is the first step. — Anonymous</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>The hardest part of working out is actually driving to the gym-Wendy</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I FINALLY went back to the gym. My last post was February 26th and it may have been that long since my last appearance. First off I was really busy, and then I went on vacation..then I got this sickness death thing, then it had been so long I might as well stay a couch potato and not go to the gym. I didn't go yesterday so might as well not go today. Anyone else feel that way? Well I went! Yahoo! I also didn't eat like a hippo today either. So I am feeling like I ended the week great. I am going to start back my gym regiment tomorrow. If I go in the morning I feel so much better. Actually usually I feel like a truck ran over me and terribly hungry, but gym people talk about how great they feel so it must be true! So on my quest to be a runner I must act like a runner. I actually think that I don't want to be a runner. I just want to be able to run...miles..without stopping. I want to be athletic and fit, being a runner would just be an add on bonus.<br /><br />Other than that nothing much is new. I RAN on the treadmill today! My sister says that real runners only run outside. F*CK you Holly Jeanne. Just kidding love you!! Running on the treadmill counts my time and my miles. When I run outside I never know how far and I just want to stop. I also can't pace myself like I can on a treadmill. Those are my current problems. This could be stopped by buying a watch to do the run walk thing that I do on the treadmill. I need to buy one ASAP. I went to Walmart today and forgot! See you at the gym!<br /><br /><br /><br />PS-We did have steak for dinner and we bought a new leather couch. MOO!!<br /><br />PSS- I realize this isn't a letter but I wanted to throw that tidbit in and it just didn't fit in my overall theme.Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-239387998615243822009-02-27T06:19:00.000-08:002009-02-27T11:45:38.251-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxLSQ_hksQlZHAO5XqCaNDUWkwnU-cfyVrc1y0WcY9DdLZN113Z0RM1Zkjk0VqW-WiIuK4LVUR4T0UBucUIGLsNzlooKiElS0MGZPPBnMcdm9_AF1e7GQix51rXMwZOBRPDD1WQM8ub4/s1600-h/21keFUJBUSL__SL500_AA192_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307481923305411234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxLSQ_hksQlZHAO5XqCaNDUWkwnU-cfyVrc1y0WcY9DdLZN113Z0RM1Zkjk0VqW-WiIuK4LVUR4T0UBucUIGLsNzlooKiElS0MGZPPBnMcdm9_AF1e7GQix51rXMwZOBRPDD1WQM8ub4/s320/21keFUJBUSL__SL500_AA192_.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lotions, Night cream...when you get to a certain age you start to think, "Hey i'm not going to be young forever..better start putting some moisturizer on in the evening." Well I went to Sephora a few weeks ago and bought a ton of makeup/lotions. Sephora was nice enough to provide me plenty of free samples, mainly of anti wrinkle and hydrating moisturizers. So, I had been trying different ones out. Fatgirlsleep reads on the little packet btw:<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Releases dimple diminishers and soothing lavender for up to 6 hours</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dimples...okay I have cute dimples on my face this must be a facial moisturizer. So as a put it on my face it smells like lavender but feels very greasy...hmmmmmm dimple diminishers..Why would I want to get rid of my cute dimples??LIGHT BULB...ohhhhhhhhhh those dimples....WHOOOOOOOOOOPS.</div><div></div><div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-33932719891790976422009-02-23T09:38:00.001-08:002009-02-23T09:58:54.135-08:00You're not Fat!"Well You're not Fat!" Those were the first words uttered from my doctor this morning at my appointment. Seriously, I'm not kidding. She walked in looked and me and said it. It was probably exactly what I needed to hear considering my recent obession with my weight. Okay, not so recent, but it has been my MAIN focus these days. The scale at home said 164 naked, 166 at the doctor's office. Wooohooo! I guess my running/working out/eating healthy/counting points has worked. I mean it DID work the last time haha. I'm trying to get down to 150 so I can get a cleaning lady/maid. Yep that is the deal I have going on with my husband. If I get down to 150 someone else can clean my house. Chris gets a great deal with a clean house and skinny wife, two things he is not getting now.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyways, I thought it was hilarious that my doctor said that. I was at my appointment to have my cholesterol checked and switch some medication. I guess she was wondering why I wanted my cholesterol checked if I'm not fat. After my appointment I went to Mcdonalds and had a mcgriddle. I hope she says the same thing at my next appointment!<br /><br /><br /><br />PS- I bet you're suprised I said my weight on the internet!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-46715549390454188252009-02-19T16:33:00.000-08:002009-02-19T17:10:24.545-08:00I'm not a runner yet.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHhqTIDdtJ078AWbqEPkhO9AhFEFHxQ4FUwesEltSc0UbRhlFEQRDEZrO84K0vkPaBh6-EezUpW3Bs6wiyHWfGEG0MlsUTStHg1km8S-r9jykUoc4GNepmqpMqjH1FmUbiZYeFum5hEo/s1600-h/motivation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304678622768706946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHhqTIDdtJ078AWbqEPkhO9AhFEFHxQ4FUwesEltSc0UbRhlFEQRDEZrO84K0vkPaBh6-EezUpW3Bs6wiyHWfGEG0MlsUTStHg1km8S-r9jykUoc4GNepmqpMqjH1FmUbiZYeFum5hEo/s320/motivation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Yes I believe my last note, or BLOG was very motivational. So motivational that instead of running i'm sitting on the couch with my laptop watching Entertainment Tonight. However, I'm starting to think about running. It is in my mind just hasn't happenened yet. I was chatting with a friend online today she saw I was running and blogging. So, I have to be honest with my audience. The big RUN has not happened yet. It will though...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Now that I have confessed the issue I wanted to blog about today is motivation. My weight loss motivation has dwindled and my running motivation has not yet pushed me to head to the treadmill. However, I realize that I'm in charge of my own motivation. As a counselor at a college I am frequently flabbergasted at PARENTs who come in WITH their adult child (18-30) who they want to start college. The parent asks all the questions and the child ( yes 18-30 year old) says little or nothing. When I ask the CHILD the question the CHILD looks at the parent to answer. Really? This parent thinks that their child needs to be in college? Seriously..parents your child can't even come in for themselves..they have no motivation and you can't live their life for them! Moral of this story...if your child has no motivation you doing things for them will not increase it. Motivation comes from within. Have you found yours?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3000860827688203109.post-90388212414166260482009-02-16T17:26:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:20:47.101-08:00Running<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ994PaFX_H-1zZf4CR9KRvqEB2HxHHQRoFHzJuPQUuzqmUnW5vyxR1Cw8xIjDwoQPsgZ_61OYDMTbjo8kj0c5N1bGjZvhBKMHFdl263adCYbuf5DJ_myFCYOTwEEsQyTORUFrFqTXXUs/s1600-h/3100340167_7914a88ba2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303576382091369570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ994PaFX_H-1zZf4CR9KRvqEB2HxHHQRoFHzJuPQUuzqmUnW5vyxR1Cw8xIjDwoQPsgZ_61OYDMTbjo8kj0c5N1bGjZvhBKMHFdl263adCYbuf5DJ_myFCYOTwEEsQyTORUFrFqTXXUs/s320/3100340167_7914a88ba2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6WnWGQ7HC0gU3ckA_KHvRb-I-cQu0KbaQpo4jTwgp0rH8Pm1j6TTYR9tQXCbr3l_YaH-4dO8JVj6iHv02YE8ABz83ynnGIuRmuDG1JhdsJgkTtXUCs1M9kv85tqmj8MbGFpZnwZeML0/s1600-h/running+pic.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303573461904242354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6WnWGQ7HC0gU3ckA_KHvRb-I-cQu0KbaQpo4jTwgp0rH8Pm1j6TTYR9tQXCbr3l_YaH-4dO8JVj6iHv02YE8ABz83ynnGIuRmuDG1JhdsJgkTtXUCs1M9kv85tqmj8MbGFpZnwZeML0/s400/running+pic.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I decided to start running. I also decided to start blogging. There are a few problems or issues to my new resolutions. I ordered the Book, <em>The Complete Book of Running for Woman</em> to inspire me.<em> </em>I hope I read it. Last time I wanted to do something ( become a writer) I ordered a book on how to write a novel. This blog is the closest thing I have come to my great american novel. I decided you have to actually enjoy writing to write a book. I'm pretty sure I don't want to write a book. I don't even like writing. I hate running more than I hate writing. Do you have to enjoy running to become a runner? People say that running is the easiest way to weight loss. There is also some mysterious runner's high that i've heard of. If I can be skinny and high, sign me up! My friend's who run, tell me to just start RUNNING. Easier said than done. Those are probably the same friends that say just eat better and exercise and you'll lose weight. All of this is of course true, but besides the point! I also think that people that run are a little weird, like some sort of club I never was able to join. The same thing goes for blogs. Bloggers are bizarre. Sometimes I read a blog and i'm like, REALLY thats what you think??WOW. I've told a few people tonight that I'm going start running and blogging. Bloggin why?? Nobody said that about running. I guess I better buy some shoes and stop editing this blog. However, I like to stalk blogs so why not? I'm also pretty sure that blogging is going to hold me accountable for my weight loss and running efforts. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The fact that I hate running should not stop me from being in the runner's club. Here are some excuses I have used:</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>1) I hate running but enjoy other workouts such as walking or spinning..so I don't need to join the runner's club.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>2) I can't breathe out of my nose</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>3) My feet are too small for my body</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>4) I'm not an athlete</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>All these are crap and no reason not to join the runner's club. If I can spin or walk I can run right? I really can breathe out of my nose just not very WELL. People without two legs become runners, no excuse. My feet are small. I'm sure there are a lot of runners with size 7.5 and 5ft 7in. I'm not an athete and according to my book you don't have to be an athlete to run. SEE my book is helping me. Here's to the runner's club! See you at the race!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275332359582713599noreply@blogger.com1