Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Confession time

Confessions are never easy. Today was my time to confess.

I have been totally slacking in my weight loss, eating right, exercising, and living a healthier life style. I have been eating whatever I want (bad, bad) and pretty much only exercising with the trainer once a week, and maybe one other time that week, IF I felt like. Yeah right?!

Last week my trainer said he was going to weigh me and do my bmi and fat mass. OH Great!!
So I decided I would cancel the next session (which was today) and hopefully the next time I saw him he would forget. Well.......

I did not cancel, because hubby ratted on me. Hubby told trainer I was going to cancel cause I didn't want to weigh in. Great.

My trainer did as he promised and talked about weighing me in. But I refused! So then came why.

Why did I refuse to be weighed in?...... cause I did that 2 days prior and my numbers were WORSE!!!!!

You have got to be kidding me. Ok, it wasn't really that surprising. I kind of knew that was coming. But I didn't want my trainer to know that. Ugh!

So I confessed my numbers were worse and that there was no need to humiliate me again. Sigh.

WHAT????? WORSE??????? How can that be? What are you doing??????
I have been bad and proceeded to confess my lack of discipline.
"Ok well lets see how bad it is" he says "what did you eat today so far?"

Now comes the real "you have got to be kidding me?" "Do I really need to tell you what I have eaten?" He had given me a total eating plan with how many calories of what and when they should be eaten. By the time my session was, I should have had breakfast of about 425 calories, a snack of 160 calories, and lunch of 375 calories.

I had a slice of toast with peanut butter and 2 chocolate chip cookies.

"WHAT?????" With his expression of complete disbelief shock.
He continues to say "That is soooo not even close!"

So then he proceeds to kill me. It's pay back for all those cookies I had. I am not sure I will be able to walk tomorrow and we are doing another family 5K (one that I will be WALKING, cause I am not in good enough shape that I could run the entire thing).

As I leave he states "I will be seeing you in here tomorrow and thurs. and friday right?" To which I say "Yes, except thurs. It is my scheduled day off per your schedule, which I will be taking." He says "Ok, see you tomorrow"

Yikes! How can I go to the gym when I can't even walk!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

An awesome priviledge

What an awesome priviledge it is to be used by God to further His Kingdom.

Today I had the priviledge of praying with a friend as she accepted Jesus as her personal Savior. What a special moment. Hubby and I have been praying for her and her husband for quite some time. We never were quite sure where she stood spiritually. Today, my friend and I got together for breakfast, as we periodically do, and I boldly asked her "Is there a time in your life where you know for sure, you could drive a stake, and say you accepted Jesus as your Savior?" I borrowed one of my husbands' line.

She was honest to say "No, I haven't". So we talked some and I asked her if she wanted to do that today, and she said "yes, I do". So we both prayed and she asked Jesus to forgive her, and to come into her heart, so she could have a personal relationship with God. It was absolutely beautiful as we both had tears streaming down our cheeks. A new sister in Christ!!! If you are a believer, please lift up our new baby sister in Christ. That she may thrive and not get choked by the thorns of this world.

This is what life is really about. This is what counts, what matters. Winning lost souls to God's Kingdom. Doing things that have Kingdom value. Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Thank you Father for using me today, for your Glory.

Friday, July 10, 2009

More summer fun

Wow! It has been quite some time since I last posted. We have had an absolute blast of a summer so far. Busy, but great.

We vacationed to NYC this past weekend. It was the first time for the kids and they were troopers. Especially my youngest 2. We kept them out till midnight several nights and they just went right along without any meltdown. Baby girl took naps in my lap, on the tour bus, on the subways, or while we were eating dinner at 9pm at night.

Our only somewhat of a meltdown was when youngest son was way past done (it was the first day we were there and it was 11:30pm at night and we had done a TON of walking) he was exhausted. We were waiting, for what seemed like an eternity when you are tired, for the subway to go back to the hotel. He was afraid the subway would never come and then we would be stuck in the city all night and no place to go. So he started to cry. Poor guy. I think he was not used to seeing mom and dad "wing it", and not know exactly where we were going, and how to get there etc. Too much on the little guy. But we LOVED winging it. It was so much fun. But too much uncertainty for him.

Today we are celebrating his 8th birthday. Happy Birthday little guy. I often think, it should be the mom who should be celebrated on this day. After 9 months of being kicked and heart burn and swelling, not to mention the labor and delivery. So today I am silently celebrating that I made it through the 9 months, labor, delivery and raising him for the last 8 years. So "Happy survival day to me!" Praise God for getting me through this far!!