The Fat Fight

I signed up for "Boot Camp" yesterday. The last 4 Saturday mornings I've traveled 1/2 an hour to get to this place, we workout outside in the hot and humidity. I don't like being there...let me rephrase that...I almost hate being there, but afterwards I'm glad I went. So yesterday I committed to go to this boot camp 2x a week. This program mixes up cardio, strength and resistance training. I'm not the guru but I've taken so many exercise programs in my life that I feel qualified to say that this is the best exercise program you can participate in. At this moment in time I'm very heavy again. My weight oppresses me. So as of tomorrow I'm going to keep track of what I eat and write everything down here in my blog. Maybe people will read this and comment...maybe it will inspire me to continue...maybe I'll be able to change my life for the better this time....maybe this will be my last good attempt...maybe.

Wish me fortitude, wish me strength, wish me health. Let me begin...Bring it on!

Happy Birthday to my Son!

Today is my son's birthday, he's 15. Yeah 15 can you believe it? I'm sure you've felt that way too at some point. One day they're handing you a pink little screaming bundle of happiness and the next day he's a rugged 6' bundle of screaming hormones. He's awesome though, smart, handsome, loving...to think some young chick will scoop him up and become the center of his world someday. Is he going to remember that I exist? I'm going to write about my divorce someday, how I felt it affected my 2 children. I'm not sure I can express in mere words the depth of emotion I swam through. My daughter recently wrote a paper for her final exam in English, she got a 100. It was incredible, all about what she had to go through....
Hmmm, let me find it and post it. But my son, I don't think it really bothered him, he was only 3, but he's hasn't expressed his feelings to me about it yet. He tells me he's happy. Good. All I want is for him to be happy.

Quilting Tip of the Day: When I prepare my binding for a project but don't have time to actually get to it. I use an empty cardboard toilet-paper roll and wrap binding around it. This way no wrinkles from folding form.

A loose grip

Sometimes you just have to trust...have faith...God will take care. My daughter just took off on her bike (she still pedals). You say a little wordless prayer and you just let go. She's biking across town to her friends house. I don't live in a small town. Ok...love with a loose grip.

Daughters First Job

Well, that was exciting...couldnt get on the website of my brand-spanking new blog! Learning all of this is easy enough but you do need a certain dedication.

Went to visit my daughter today at her new job...she's only 17 and this is her first experience with the real world. Last week she brought home her 1st pay check...after working about 20 some odd hours she brought a whopping $65 home. Good for her really, but I wanted to make a point so I mentioned to her that I pay $65 for her tutor for 1 hour. Hmmmm staying in school?

So I went to visit this grease pit...can I say...KFC? I just have to walk by that place and I break out. I want to show my support for my daughter so I purchase (from her, she's the cashier) a little meal with a little dessert and small drink...$9. (cough)I took it to go. "bye sweetie, see you at home". Get home, taste it...ewww. What we do for love.

Brand New Blogger

Good morning all. So This is a "Blog". I'm getting the impression that "blogging" is simply a diary of sorts. Well, I have plenty to say on many different subjects. I have 2 teenage children, boy and girl, that will give me plenty of fuel for this blogging fire. LOL. I love my country, I love to quilt and I struggle with my weight. (hmmm and I'm adding one more sedentary activity to my daily routine?) I guess soon I will discover where this road takes me.

Daily mantra: Calm yourself.