tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72595097103592650532024-03-13T23:15:19.843-07:00I'm Totally the TurtleGetting Healthy. Slow and Steady.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136581647862300342noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259509710359265053.post-43246518543912557292014-01-20T20:05:00.000-08:002014-01-20T20:05:38.186-08:00Tinkerbell Half Marathon Recap<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did it!</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another half marathon down. One to go!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I decided back in September to run the <a href="http://www.rundisney.com/tinker-bell-half-marathon/">Tinkerbell Half Marathon</a> and the <a href="http://www.rundisney.com/princess-half-marathon/">Princess Half Marathon</a> so that I could earn a <a href="http://www.rundisney.com/coast-to-coast-race-challenge/">pink coast to coast medal</a> from runDisney.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then December came and went and I was really regretting that decision because I've done zero training for any kind of long distance running. I mean, I haven't even been going to Crossfit regularly since I hurt my hand right before Thanksgiving.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So not only was I untrained, but I've packed on a couple of extra pounds to carry along with me as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Guess what? It didn't matter. I PR'd!!! By almost 5 minutes. I'm not going to pretend that I'm fast. Because I'm still super slow. But? I did it. Better than last time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'll recap, but I'm a total loser and took ZERO pictures. Not even the obligatory post race pic with my medal. Super bummed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The night before the race I worked until 8pm. Husband picked me up and we went out to dinner. We had originally planned on seafood, but the wait was 45 minutes and I really wanted to get to bed as soon as I could, so we ended up at Outback for some steak instead. I'm not really a huge believer in carb loading before a race, so I high proteined it with a big steak and some salad, but did eat some of my baked potato on the side. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel. We had decided to stay at a hotel across the street from Disneyland so that I could walk to the race, since it started at 5am! Husband had already checked in to the hotel before grabbing me from work, so we went straight to the room. I showered, laid out all my stuff for the next day and called it a night!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't decide if it was the worst bed on the face of the planet, or if I was just anxious about the race, but I tossed and turned all night long. My alarm went off at 330 in the morning and I actually hit snooze I was so tired!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I got up, I got ready, made a protein shake and grabbed a banana before heading out the door. I walked the one mile to get in to my corral and made it there at about 425. And then waited. And waited. And waited. Finally we saw the fireworks when the national anthem was sung, and then came the first disappointment of the race. There were no fireworks as each corral started. If you have runDisney before, you know that each corral begins with a bang, but not so this time. It was kind of a bummer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shortly we were being ushered to start, and then came the anticlimactic start. I have a tendency to start out too fast (relatively speaking) and the slow down a ton at the end, so I had to make a conscious decision to keep it real this time. I decided to use the Jeff Galloway run-walk-run method and it worked out great for me this time!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first 6ish miles were in the parks, and they were fun!! We wound through both Disneyland and Disney California Adventure, and both backstage areas, and it was a great time, but after mile 6 we headed out on to the streets of Anaheim, and it got kind of boring. The only other races that I have done have had plenty of entertainment to pass the time, so I was kind of disappointed. We ran through some neighborhoods where there was signage with Tinkerbell telling us to be quiet because the neighbors were sleeping. The signs were cute, but I'm sure that is one of the reasons for the lack of entertainment. Around mile 9 my calves started to cramp. BADLY. With each step the corresponding calf would tell me to stop. And I refused. I kept moving regardless, and I'm so glad that I did, because by mile 10ish they had stopped! Husband came out to cheer me on, so when I saw him at mile 11(or so) it was the nicest pick me up, and it gave me the energy to just keep going.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I hit the 13mile mark, I realized that it was possible for me to get a PR! I tried to run all the way through the finish line, but my body wasn't having any part of it, so I had to walk for about 30 seconds during that last .1, but I ran through the finish line and managed to PR! Given the fact that I haven't been running and I'm carrying some extra weight, I didn't think it was possible, but YAY!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Overall, I was a little bit disappointed with the Tinkerbell Half Marathon. The weather was amazing, but other than that, I was more impressed with both the Disneyland Half and the Princess Half marathons. After my Princess Half next month, I think I'm done with this distance for a while. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Either until I somehow magically run faster, or until I can drop some serious poundage. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you runDisney??</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/302/1A4D5EB4B2A3499140DED057AD14269C.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136581647862300342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259509710359265053.post-92129098595137751662013-10-22T19:36:00.001-07:002013-10-22T19:54:24.941-07:00Insta - break<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love me some instagram. You with me?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I love how some people have formed some truly amazing friendships over a little square box inside of their phone.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But that person is not me. Because <a href="http://totallytheturtle.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hover.html">I hover</a>. And stalk. In a not really creepy way, I hope.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've recently been on this crazy kick where I'm really trying to find out who I am and what works for me. And that is really hard to do in these days of instagram.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I look at everybody else's instas of their kids frolicking in open fields, and eating ice cream, and baking cupcakes together. And then I try to compare their highlights to my reality, and guess what, I don't measure up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I watch people transform themselves all happy and yoga-ish and running hundreds of miles all speedy and looking like they just walked out of a salon. And then I get home from the gym and look in the mirror, and dude, you can totally tell that I just got worked at the gym.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I look at all of the amazing friendships that people have formed, and how they have meet ups and get togethers and outings, and I get sad. Because even if I formed friendships like those, I just don't have the time to be so social right now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not trying to sound all sad and melancholy. Because honestly, it's been really refreshing to take a break from everybody elses life and just focus on my own. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Focus on how to make my own memories with my kids.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Focus on what to do to make mine a success story.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Focus on figuring out myself, so that I can be a better friend.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I saw this graphic on some one's instagram a couple of weeks ago. ( I know, ironic.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I saved it to my screen saver.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then our message in church was on accepting one another. As stated in Romans chapter 14 "T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">herefore let us stop passing judgment</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28294Q" title="See cross-reference Q">Q</a>)"></sup></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in the way of a brother or sister." (v. 13)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then I remembered <a href="http://www.joyshope.com/2010/05/106456367669.html">this post</a> from forever ago. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thinking of how much I needed it then.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And how much I still need it now.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This constant reminder that I am only trying to be a better me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I honestly don't care if I'm better than anybody else. But for some reason I really care when people are better than me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I'm trying to stop paying so much attention to how everybody else is doing and start paying more attention to what is going on here. And right now, hearing those words, it sounds super selfish. But maybe that's what needs to happen in order to change things around here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I deleted instagram from my phone over a week ago.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thinking maybe Facebook is next.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/302/1A4D5EB4B2A3499140DED057AD14269C.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136581647862300342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259509710359265053.post-7139914674282489082013-09-26T19:39:00.001-07:002013-09-26T19:39:55.054-07:00Crossfit: Is it for you?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know that there is a huge debate about Crossfit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some people are like "people get really hurt and they have kidney failure and muscle breakdown, and it's really not a sport, it's just working out."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And other people are like "Crossfit is the best thing that ever happened to anyone. I drink the juice and I think that I am superior because I can do every workout as prescribed and do it faster than any one else on the planet."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then there are people that are in between those two. People like me. That haven't seen incredible results, despite over a year of trying. But continue to go back each and every day just because they like it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So you might be asking yourself if you think it's your "cup of tea", and the answer is, you're the only one that can answer that question. But let me tell you why <i>I </i>like it. And maybe it will help you decide if its for you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. <b>People tell me what to do</b>. Don't get me wrong. I'm not the type that likes to be bossed around. And my Husband can attest to the fact that my brain automatically turns off when I get told that I <i>need</i> to do anything. But at Crossfit? I love the fact that my workout has been decided for me. I am told what exercises to do to warm up. How to perform the exercise properly. And often times yelled at during the workout because I'm not pushing myself to my full capabilities. These are all luxuries that I wouldn't otherwise have. Luxuries that usually come in the form of a personal trainer. Which brings me to my next point.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. <b>You basically have a personal trainer</b>. Like I said, the coach tells you how to do each exercise and which exercises to perform. And when I had an injury? The coach came up with a personalized plan, just for me, so that I could continue to work out and keep my endurance up for my upcoming half marathon.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. <b>Everyone can do it</b>. There are videos on line of people doing Crossfit and performing all kinds of crazy, out of this world stuff. But every single move is scalable to a level that anyone can perform. So you don't have to worry if the person next to you is lifting 5000 pounds if all that you can lift is 25. Do the workout that way. And some day you'll be lifting 5000 pounds too.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. <b>You are good at something</b>. I am not an endurance athlete. Yes, I have completed three half marathons, but all very slowly. Body weight exercises? Not my strength. This is a lot of weight to lift up over a pull up bar, yo. But weight lifting? I can hold my own. Turns out I'm pretty strong. And the great thing about that is that some work outs pair something I'm really good at with something I'm really bad at, so while I'm out sucking at the run, I can be confident that when I come back in to the gym to lift heavy things, I'm going to rock it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5.<b> You are not alone</b>. Maybe working out alone is your thing. I envy you. I like being around other people or I get crazy bored. Trust me, I get super mad that I'm last, like, all the time. But it's totally better than being by myself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. <b>Muscles</b>. Have you seen crossfitters? They are rad. Muscles everywhere. I, personally, would love to have that many muscles. I will never be a little girl. I am not built to be small, nor do I want to be. I have seen a lot of changes in my body as far as muscle tone and shape that I don't think I would see with any other form of exercise. So muscles. Yes. (p.s. totally not me, though I wish it was.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. <b>One hour</b>. I am a busy mom. BUSY. So fitting as much work as I can in to one hour is a big deal. And I feel like Crossfit does that for me. And I'm pretty sure my Husband feels the same way. Both of us have run half marathons without running hundreds of miles before hand. The whole premise behind Crossfit is functional fitness. Being fit enough to do anything at any time. And to be able to train for that in one hour a day? Sold.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are only the reasons that I, personally, like Crossfit. Yes, it's expensive. And yes, it is sometimes a chore to make it to the assigned class time. But you get way more than you pay for.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Try it out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">See if you like it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You might find that you are capable of far more than you give yourself credit for.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just let me know how it goes...</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/302/1A4D5EB4B2A3499140DED057AD14269C.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136581647862300342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259509710359265053.post-24302846965664569082013-09-25T15:04:00.005-07:002013-09-25T15:06:43.754-07:00Nine Years<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nine years ago, I married this man.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The man that I never knew I wanted and for sure never believed that I deserve.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But he is willing to accept every flaw that I have, and I have never felt so loved as I do with him around me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've told you that <a href="http://totallytheturtle.blogspot.com/2012/10/stuck.html">he's rad</a>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But seriously, I mean it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Words don't do him justice.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm so grateful for him. So grateful that God chose him for me. Set him aside. Prepared my heart. Prepared his heart.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so grateful that he continues to choose me, everyday.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love you Husband! Thank you for the best nine years I could have ever asked for!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I was super confident as of Monday that I would blow them out of the water. And then Friday came, and I knew for sure that I would be able to check off every single box.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then Sunday morning came.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And you guys. <i>I didn't even lose two pounds.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flabbergasted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As of Friday morning I was down 4.2 pounds. I made the choice to have some French Fries with dinner. My dinner of steamed vegetables and baked chicken. SOME french fries.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saturday morning? Up a little bit. Totally expected. But still well on my way to being down those two pounds.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My eating on Saturday? On point. No french fries.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then I stepped on the scale on Sunday morning. 1.4 pounds lost. Which means <i>three pounds gained</i>. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy that I lost even that much. It's way better than my past weeks of no change on the scale.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But for reals?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The only thing that I can think of that messed it up was sleep. My work schedule is rough on the weekends. I got about five hours of sleep on Friday night and about four hours on Saturday. I've always heard of the link between sleep and weight loss, but I never imagined that it would be this drastic.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So... I'm switching my weigh in days to Friday again. In the past this has always set me up for binging on the weekends knowing that I had an entire week to "fix" the damage. But what I can't fix? Sleep. So I'm going to try to see if weighing in on Friday changes anything. And I'm going to control my eating on the weekends, just like I do during the week.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And if that doesn't work? I'll try something else. This time I am not giving up. I am determined to get this weight off.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I'm pulling on my big girl panties and sucking it up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I set some goals for myself and wrote them out, front and center, so that I see them every morning and can stay focused and on track. I made them small and attainable so that I'm not overwhelmed, and I will feel accomplished and encouraged when they are met. (I may or may not have stepped on the scale this morning and seen a number that surpassed my first goal. But according to my husband it doesn't count unless that same number shows up on the scale on Sunday as well.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I decided to write myself some love notes. On my mirror. So that I see more than my reflection.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I decided to start with "You are worthy." Because I do believe that I am worthy of so much more than I am right now. I am worthy of so much more love than I give myself, and I am worthy of a much healthier, happier life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On my other mirror it says "made for more". God created me for more than this. I know that. I just need to remind myself of it often, because it is so easy to fall back in to the trap of feeling sorry for myself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'll update soon, because I'm sure I'll want to shout to the world when I can cross these goals off of my list. And I really think that changing them every week is going to be a big motivation for me. Rethinking my plan each week will really help me to stay focused this time. (at least that's my hope.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I felt kind of like a fraud.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blogging about weight loss and fitness when I'm not losing weight doesn't really seem right.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I'm back.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If for no other reason than to voice feelings that don't seem to have any other place.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here I am.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And things feel really heavy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm still carrying around at least 30 or 40 extra pounds, and probably even 50 or 60 if I go by what all the charts say that I should weigh. I've been doing Crossfit for a year now, and I haven't seen a huge difference in my body, which is super frustrating. I've also toyed around with all kinds of different eating. Paleo. Gluten free. Counting calories. I'm still trying to find what works for me, and that sucks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But more than that, my life feels really heavy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The responsibility of raising four kids to be kind, well-mannered, loving, giving people in this crazy world seems like a burden that I'm not prepared to bear.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Working two jobs so that our kids and our family can be comfortable and debt free seems like unending captivity.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trying to lose this weight and set a good example for my kids so that they never have to struggle like I have seems like an impossible feat.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would like to think that I have enough faith to believe that God has it all under control. That I can let Him carry my burdens for me and that I shouldn't worry about any of this. But that is just.so.hard.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm staying on this journey not only to lose the physical weight, but to see if maybe I can figure out a way to make the emotional baggage seem not so heavy also.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks for sticking around!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Two weeks ago I was sprinting at crossfit and heard a "pop" in the bottom of my foot, followed by the inability to walk without pain.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next day I went to see an orthopedist (so thankful for amazing health insurance) and was diagnosed with a tear of my plantar fascia. It's the muscle on the bottom of your foot that runs across the arch, from your heel to the ball of your foot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ouch.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I had a beautiful boot for two weeks, and now I'm back to limping in whatever shoes I choose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The good news is, I've still been working out. My trainers came up with a program for me that includes swimming and a whole bunch of other stuff. So I'm totally staying active.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My question is, have you ever run a half marathon six weeks after an injury that keeps you from doing any impact on your foot?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I'm going to.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'll let you know how it goes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I'm really looking forward to 2013.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am hopeful that I can finally get to a happier place. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That I can reach my goal weight.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That I can sustain a healthy lifestyle.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But it is going to take endurance.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My biggest struggle has always been endurance.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Learning to keep going when things get rough. Because it's so much easier to just quit.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But this year I will not quit.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will not make excuses.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will endure all of the challenges.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will become a better version of me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The version that I know has been trapped inside for so long.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Heb-12-1">...and <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-30197B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup>let us run <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-30197C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup>with endurance the race that is <sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-30197D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></sup>set before us,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-ESV-30198"><sup class="versenum" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">2 </sup>looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith... (Hebrews 12:1-2)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel like I have the potential to be awesome.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If only I can endure all of the hard work that it will take me to get there.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If only I can put my big girl panties on and just suck it up and stick with it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is some kind of crazy cliche in the (fitblogging) universe about people that don't blog for a while falling off the wagon and gaining weight.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But that's totally not me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just haven't had much to say.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been super busy trying to focus on my four kids.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Going to crossfit four times a week.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trying to figure out some paleo snacks that are grab and go.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trying to balance working out and doing what's best for our family.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then I got to thinking about how every single weekend we have about 5 places to be and we're never home long enough to do the dirty dishes that are piled up in the sink.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And what's going to happen when the littles get bigger and we have 10 more places to be?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want our kids to be well rounded and active, but I don't quite know how to balance all of the activities along with the rest of our crazy schedule.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I'm still here, trucking along.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eating paleo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Missing box jumps. (which I would really not recommend)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He cooks me meals (not all, but a lot).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He encourages me when I really want a diet coke or a cookie.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He makes time for me to workout.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He does the grocery shopping so that I don't have to be strong in the bakery.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is rad.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And it's a good thing that I have him, because other people can be mean.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They try to sabotage efforts.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They say things that hurt to the core.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Other (weight loss) bloggers think they know it all.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That they have all the answers.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That because something worked for them it's the only answer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But they're wrong.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because, you guys.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel like I've tried it all, and nothing seems to be working.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've counted calories and trained for a half marathon.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've done boot camp.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just started Crossfit and switched to a Paleo diet.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And nothing seems to be working.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sure, I feel better.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But my clothes still fit. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the scale?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It likes the same old number.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Which is TOO MUCH.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At what point do you stop calling it consistency and start calling it insanity?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Really, I'm asking.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I finished a half marathon!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We made a whole weekend out of it and had our first mini vacay as a family of 6.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We started out Friday by a visit to Disneyland, and the kids were super excited since they had no idea where we were taking them on our trip. About lunch time we took a little break and decided to check out the Health and Fitness Expo at the hotel to pick up our race packets.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The two big kids ran the 200 meter kids race Saturday morning and had so much fun! We're trying really hard to get them interested in staying active, especially since I had such a sedentary childhood. I don't want my kids to struggle with their weight as much as I have.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sunday morning my alarm went off at 4am in order to get ready for the race! Husband was amazing and kept me company while I was getting ready. I took some Clif shot bloks before I left, and as I walked to the race from our hotel (1.4 miles) I ate a banana and some almonds. I lined up in my corral where the wait began.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I was placed in such a late corral, I don't think that we actually crossed the start line until about 6:20, even though the race started at 5:45. As I started out, I couldn't believe that I was actually doing it! I felt great, had a great pace (for me) and was enjoying all of the scenery as we started out in Downtown Disney and headed in to Disney's California Adventure. At about mile 2, I had to make a stop (see above caffeinated shot bloks), which kind of bummed me out because I really felt like I had found my groove. But I easily picked back up where I left off. We continued to run through the parks, coming out of the castle and through the rest of Disneyland. As I made my way on to the streets of Anaheim and started to hear my name called! I looked over and my good friend Amanda was on the street corner cheering me on with the cutest sign! I was shocked and so touched to see her, and it gave me a little bit of extra encouragement to keep going.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I continued through the race, my Husband, in laws and two big kids met up with me at different spots with super cute signs to cheer me on. I couldn't believe his dedication, considering how much work it was for him, with all of the street closures and dragging two small children around with him. It seriously meant the world for me to have his support through the whole race.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At about mile 8 my iPod stopped working. I couldn't get the music to play and I gave up, so it was just me and the pavement. There were tons of people around me, but they were all running with other people and seemed pretty focused.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then my back started BURNING. My low back felt like it was ON FIRE. It hurt so bad I felt like crying. I started to walk thinking that I could just give myself a little break and then resume, but then everything started to hurt. We walked through Angel Stadium (where I saw my very pregnant friend, Christina and her entire family cheering for me) and all I kept thinking was that it had to get better. I had seen people using Biofreeze, so I tried it on my back. It did help temporarily, but the burning came back with a vengeance.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The end of the race is actually a blur. Anything after mile 11 I can barely remember. I spent most of the time just trying to put one foot in front of the other and finish within the time limit. I remember thinking that it actually felt better to run than it did to walk, but I couldn't catch my breath while I was running. I remember feeling lightheaded and nauseous and just wishing that I could lay down for just a minute.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I approached the finish line, my mom and aunt and my two littlest kids were standing there cheering me on, which was just the boost I needed to cross the finish line!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I ended up laying down in the air conditioned medical tent for a while with some ice on my back and a Powerade in hand, but recovered fairly quickly and hitched a ride back to the hotel to join my family.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am so grateful for all of my friends and family that were there every step of the way to cheer me on. I got so many encouraging text messages and emails and I'm humbled that so many people took the time to think of me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We spent the next couple of days as a family at Disneyland, just enjoying each other and spending some quality time together.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the back of my mind, my time is haunting me. You see, I had a goal of just finishing in the time limit, which was 3:30 (yes, I know that's slow) and I missed it. By 11 minutes. My time was 3:41. Super bummed and disappointed with myself. I feel like maybe I could have pushed myself harder. Or something. And then I read an article about being happy with any accomplishment, even if it's just showing up. So I'm trying to focus on the fact that not only did I show up, but I finished.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haunted.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm still haunted.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I got home.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And signed on to the computer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And may or may not have signed up for the Disney Princess Half Marathon in Orlando in February.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For redemption.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time to get to work!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My <a href="http://www.rundisney.com/disneyland-half-marathon/">half marathon</a> is in three days.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">13.1 miles.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm Freaking Out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm so stinking worried that I won't make the time limit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That I'll let somebody down because I don't run the whole thing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because let's face it, I'll be walking. A lot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I'm kind of bummed because I don't think that I'll have time to stop and take pictures with any characters, because then for sure I wont make the time limit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But at least we're getting a family vacation out of it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And it will always be the Happiest Place on Earth!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A whole lot of baking.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not as much running as there should be. But I'm supposed to do 5 miles this Saturday! Yikes!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I started trying out the <a href="http://stronglifts.com/stronglifts-5x5-beginner-strength-training-program/">strong lifts</a> program. You know how after you do a lot of squats you can hardly even sit on the toilet the next day? Yeah. That.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trying to get this girl on some kind of sleep schedule, while trying to get all three other kids to their respective rightful places each day. Because waking up all night long simply isn't fun anymore.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And still counting calories with MyFitnessPal. Wishing that chocolate chip cookies didn't count in the daily total. Because I could eat my weight in them. And over the past couple of weeks I probably have.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please tell me how this happens when you run the exact same route that was 4.1 miles by GPS the week prior.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Regardless of the .3 mile discrepancy, it was nice to get out of the house with just my shoes and my music (and the new fuel belt that Husband got me for Mother's day).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm still super slow, and I don't really know if that's going to change any time soon.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are days that I'm okay with it, and days that I'm super frustrated.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I keep getting out there and running, so at least I can say that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I signed up for the <a href="http://marathon.joggermom.com/">Joggermom marathon</a> again this year, so I have to get in my 26.2 miles by the end of the month, and I got off to a slow start. I have lots of ground to make up, but with my saturday long runs getting longer, I think that I should be okay.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">13 miles down, 13.2 (but really 12.9) to go!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I realize that I have been absent. <a href="http://chroniclesofacurvyhousewife.blogspot.com/">Adrienne</a> continues to remind me to update my blog.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I just can't find the motivation to do it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my time of absence, I have managed to lose more weight, bringing my total to about 17 pounds. I am chipping away slow and steady.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The re-entry of sugar and flour in to my diet really affected my weight loss, and I've had a hard time getting back on track.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My baby wants to be held <b>all the time</b>. Always. Which I'm trying to cherish because I know she'll be my last one, but sometimes a girl just wants her space. And I know that sounds horrible and selfish, and I'm really sorry. But I'm just trying to keep it real here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did another 5K on Sunday, and am just feeling super frustrated with my fitness level. I'm not getting any faster, and while my legs feel great while I'm running, my heart rate gets up over 200 really quickly. I'm really starting to worry that I won't be able to do my half marathon.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've lost almost 13 pounds.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've stuck with my whole sugar free craziness.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I fit in to non maternity jeans.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been exercising at least three times a week (including a 4 mile run, thankyouverymuch).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then today my three year old looks up at me with his enormous blue eyes and very innocently says "Mommy, when you sit down you look fat."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never mind that I have no idea where he heard that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings, because after all, he's only three.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had the whole "that's not kind" talk with him. And the "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" talk, too.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I think that I might be totally mortified if he said that to anyone except me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I got a very serious reality check that I still have <b><i>so far</i></b> to go. And as awesome as I feel, it was a true reflection of how other people see me. He wasn't lying.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I guess I'll have to refrain from sitting for a while longer. You know, until I don't look fat anymore.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Husband had signed us up for the Coaster 5K while I was still pregnant with the thought that it would motivate me to get back in to running shape after the baby was born.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not so much.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've had a really hard time fitting work out time in to my schedule, meaning that I was totally unprepared for this race.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The night before the 5K the three big kids spent the night with grandparents, so all we had was the baby. We enjoyed a nice quiet dinner out and then headed home because I can no longer keep my eyes open past 10pm.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That morning, we got up early, dropped the baby off at grandma's house, and headed up to the race. We got there in plenty of time and walked around a little bit to stay warm. Because, you know, 55 degrees is really cold for us So Cal natives.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We lined up in the 14 minute mile pace group and tried to make our way around all of the walkers knowing that we would be "running" for at least the first mile.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I actually ran the whole first mile. At one point, I tried to stop, but Husband wouldn't let me. (Thank you Husband!!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rest of the race was a mixture of walking and running, all while trying to beat a pace of a 15 minute mile. I had recently downloaded the <a href="http://runkeeper.com/">Runkeeper</a> app to my phone, and it updates you every 5 minutes of your pace so that you can adjust accordingly. I had set it to a goal pace of 15 minutes per mile, so it made pacing really easy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the finish line of the race, there were lines and lines of boysenberry pie, and if you are from around these parts, you know that Knott's Berry Farm is known for their pie. Well, because of my whole sugar free until Easter thing, I had to say no. So my piece of pie came home as payment for babysitting the kids.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The race was fun and flat, and I would do it again in the future. It also made me painfully aware of how out of shape I am and how much training I have to do in order to be ready for my half marathon in september. I'm kind of starting to freak out. Only 5 months left!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was my birthday, and I held out on the sugar.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did have a bun with my hamburger for dinner, so the flour thing went out the window for the night, but I didn't have any sugar.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then, when I baked cupcakes for little man I didn't even lick my fingers. Or the beater. Or the inside of the bowl.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I proved to myself that I can totally do this.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Husband is awesome, and he found cupcakes that are sugar free and flour free, so I did have a sweet treat, but we all kind of agreed that the real thing is way better.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I guess I'll just wait until the first birthday celebration after Easter to enjoy the real thing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Until then, it's no sugar for me!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so far? I've done really well. I didn't even add in alternatives to sugar until about two weeks ago. And even now, it's not like I eat them every day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The flour? Except for a one time oopsimstarvingijustateapieceofleftoverpizza mistake, I've been right on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I failed to take in to consideration that my birthday will happen this week. And my little guy will turn two just one day later.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So this begs the question. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do I allow myself a sweet treat on my birthday?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You see, the whole reason that I did this was to prove to myself that I was the one with the control, not the food. And "they" always say that once you don't eat sugar you don't crave it anymore. Well, "they" are big fat liars. I want sugar every.single.day. I have turned down cupcakes, and cookies, and ice cream, and muffins, and breads on <i>so many</i> occasions over the past couple of weeks. And I have never caved in (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">even when those Girl Scouts shove a box of cookies in my face on every grocery store visit</span>).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So have I proven my self control enough to indulge?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or would you consider it cheating?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, these beauties have been making a regular appearance in my diet.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel like I've been compensating for the lack of other junk food in my diet by splurging on french fries about 5 times a week. Yikes!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm still managing to lose weight, and so far I'm down 6.8 pounds (Yay!), but I can't imaging how the scale would be moving if I could just cut these out of my diet too!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And if I were picky, then I could just avoid the places that I enjoyed the most. But unfortunately, I'm totally nondiscriminatory in my french fry eating practice.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm totally trying to justify it by saying "one thing at a time", but I really know that I've got to get a handle on this too.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ugh. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are a billion sites that offer services for you, fancy craft ways to make it all cute and fun, and tons of free printables to help you organize yourself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I've always just done it, more or less because I HATE going to the grocery store. Even more so now that I always have at least two littles in tow.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here's what works for us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We shop at Costco for things like milk, eggs, and meat. As well as things that we go through by the trough full, such as string cheese, yogurt, bread, waffles, and peanut butter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the beginning of the week, Husband and I sit down and brainstorm about which meals sound good for dinner for the week. He's pretty good about letting me try out new recipes that I've found on <a href="http://totallytheturtle.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-pin.html">Pinterest</a>, and we both kind of know which recipes we all enjoy and try to base our decisions on what we have in the freezer. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After we've decided which meals we're going to have, we make the grocery list for what we need. One of us will do the grocery shopping, and usually pick up some extra staples, ( like black beans and diced tomatoes), and we always have all of the ingredients for tacos ready, just in case. (Always)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then we look at our calendar for the week. If we have an evening engagement, I try to make something that gets put together fast, and that will make enough food for our childcare workers (read: grandparents) to enjoy a meal too.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rest of the week, we kind of just decide in the morning which meal we will have, at which time I take the meat out of the freezer, or assemble the ingredients in the crock pot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's super simple and saves us so much time and money! Only making one shopping trip a week has been a life saver. And while I would love to use fancy things like <a href="http://www.bhg.com/decorating/storage/organization-basics/free-printable-storage-labels/#page=9">this</a>, or <a href="http://www.everythingmom.com/Food-Printables/View-category.html">these printables</a>, my handy pen and notepad work just as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Do you meal plan?</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today I find myself feeling kind of alone.</span></span><br />
<div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's kind of weird, actually. I have a house full of children, a loving husband, and I am surrounded by friends and family that continually offer their help.</span></div><div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But still, I feel alone. Not surprising however, is the knowledge that I have done this to myself. Because, you see, <b>I hover</b>.</span></div><div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I stare at other people and their relationships and sit back and hover. I watch with quiet envy as the people around me make plans and nurture friendships. I lurk around the outside of those relationships and wish that I, too, could be a part of them.</span></div><div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hover because I am afraid of getting too close to people. I'm afraid that they will judge me, and I will fail. That I will not live up to their expectations. That I will be rejected. That I am not good enough, or smart enough, or funny enough, or just plain <b>enough</b>.</span></div><div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I will stay here, feeling alone, knowing that it is my own doing. That if, for once, I did more than just stand and watch, I could make a new friend, or form a new relationship, or maybe just not feel so alone.</span></div><div style="color: #000033; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And until then, I will sit and I will hover and I will pray for God to prepare my heart for more.</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I signed up for <a href="http://www.renegaderaceseries.com/index.php?view=details&id=12%3Acoaster-run-at-knotts-berry-farm&option=com_eventlist&Itemid=146">my first post-baby run</a>, and it's only five weeks away!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">EEEK!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have some serious training to do before then if I want to get a decent time, but I at least know for sure that I can finish it. So while I would love to get back to my previous 5K time (and of course do way better), I'm thinking that my first goal should be to just get out there and run. Or run/walk. Whatever.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just finish!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(and for those of you who care, I will not be partaking in the free boysenberry pie offered at the finish, since the race will by during my sugar free trial period. bummer)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I've missed a couple of weeks so I'm just going to lump them all together.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All pictures were taken with the Instagram app on my iPhone.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Husband and I are taking this course. So far? Big changes. Changes that may allow me to not have to work. Yay Dave Ramsey!!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is perfectly happy chilling with his sammy on the blanket while the bigs splashed around in the water with Daddy.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Husband found this little idea on Pinterest (not sure about the original source) and showed it to me, so I decided to keep a visual reminder of how far I've come and how much I still have left. There's nothing like a visual reminder every day to keep me motivated.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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