Well, this is one way to put it…

Just for Fun…

My grandpa sent this over, thought I would post it up….

Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner. Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. “Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.” Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol’s mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did. Carol’s mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.

LETTER #1:Dear God:I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I 
want a red one.Your friend, Carol.

Carol knew this wasn’t true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.

LETTER # 2:Dear God:This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.Thank you, Carol.

Carol knew this wasn’t true either. She tore up the letter and started again.

LETTER #3:Dear God:I know I haven’t been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday. Thank you, Carol.

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She 
went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol’s mother thought her plan had worked because Carol looked very sad. “Just be home in time for dinner,” her mother said. Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to see if anyone was 
there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to 
God.

LETTER #4:I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE. Signed, YOU KNOW WHO

Drum roll please…

Weekly check-up time folks…. I checked my digital scale here at home… remember, when I started, I was at 236 on my scale… well, here it is, the first week count… oh, and yes, my goal is 2 pounds per week… ready now? Or should I throw something else in for suspense? Nah… ok, I’m now at 234! The heavens are rejoicing! Children are leaping with joy in the streets of Prague! ok, not really. But hey, it’s two pounds and I met my goal for the week. Like I said before, it could be water weight, or it may not, but hey, 2 pounds is 2 pounds dangit!

Thanks for listening to my ramblings.

Your Love Will Never Change.

Nope. Never. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.

 

Hill No!!

Today was hills day… I didn’t do the smart thing and run when it’s cooler outside. So the good thing is I think I lost some weight…the bad thing…water weight. But hey, who’s really counting? Oh, I am. Tomorrow, back to side planks and crunches. Oh joy.   

Heya!

Well, it’s 10:58 and I’ve finished my first workout of my new life. Thanks to James, I have a new work out schedule to get me started and going…. the pushups are killing me. But worth it. I’ve decided that every monday I’ll do a weigh in. At first, it will be the water weight dropping unless I can keep myself hydrated enough, but then it should start to be pounds dropping!!! i think posting all this stuff on her will help me keep accountable.

Thank you to everyone for your encouraging notes and thoughts on here and facebook. I look forward to showing you all my six pack instead of keg. 

Thanks!

Hey fatty fatty!!!!

O.k….I know it, those around me know it, and now I’ve realized it. I’m over weight. Conway regional just told me as well. I paid $35 to have them tell me. I took a fitness assessment today and did poor to poorly on all the tests and so now that I’ve realized it, I’m changing. Today is the beginning battle to fight off this weight and unhealthiness. I’m meeting with a couple of people to help me with the epic battle to freedom : James Bennett, Cory Cangelosi and Jill Hamilton. It’s gonna be a hard but great summer.

Let me give you a little background to my family history and why I want to change. This may get personal for me and I’m not one to do this, so bare with me, but I’m gonna try and if your a family member reading this, I’ll try not to get too personal…try….

Both of my parents sides of the family have heart issues. My Grandparents on my dad’s side, both died of heart issues before I was able to even meet them. My grandparents on my moms side both have had some heart issues as well, my grandpa I believe has had at least two heart attacks. My parents both have diabetes but I’m not sure how severe. My dad has had three heart attacks and a five part bypass surgery. Many people are on medications in my family for depression and who knows what else. My mom and her mom (my grandma) have both had skin cancer. So basically, my family has been falling apart physically. (I’ll stay out of the socially and mentally part for now. )  

So here’s where I come in. I’m 29 (for the rest of my life, yes, no more birthdays for me). I’m about 50-60 pounds over weight (taking in consideration that I’m big boned already). And I want to change. I was approached by Rick a couple of years back that he felt a burden for my health and in telling him about my family history, he asked me to stay accountable with it all. Well, I didn’t. Even though I disobeyed my leadership, thank God nothing has happened to me and that I’ve been given grace. I kind of feel like God has given me some warnings lately that I need to take heed about. I feel like he’s been putting it on me to break the family curse of health issues and hit them head on. So that’s what I’ve decided to do. Sure, things are going to happen that are out of my control, but the things that are in my control, I will take control of.

So here I am. I’m at 236 on my personal digital scale ( 232 at Conway Regional). It’s time to fight.

I’m up for any encouraging responses to help me along the way and I’ll be sure and keep you all posted!

Thanks!  

Fatboy Smith

Ok…Ok…

Ok…I thought my cover songs might of had a chance… check this kid out… keep in mind, he’s around 12 years old.