Go Mommy Go!

Today I will forgo a title Although, if inspired to do so, please feel free to submit one. :) I really just have one thing to write about -- I finally got my effin butt in the pool last night. I got in the effin pool and swam laps for 30 minutes. The pool has been my biggest challenge in prepping for the triathlon. I kept putting it off, and putting it off. And you know, that's just not going to get me swimming! Oddly enough, I enjoyed it and didn't feel near as clumsy as I expected I would -- which is good, because that means I'll go back for more. For 30 minutes I just kept moving (well for the most part, until I had to share a lane) and focused on alternating sides for breathing. Anyone know anything about lap etiquette in the pool? Just another challenge from the past, beaten. :)

I just realized that I'm 9 months out today, and just shy of 90 lbs. gone. I still feel as if it's the best thing I could have done for my self, my health and my family. Like Jenn said, I think "I'd do anything to keep from being fatter again." I just feel so damn good -- but I will feel even better down the road. I still have so far to go, and feel like my falling short of the average 10 lbs. a month. I didn't lose much in the way of inches last month, so that was disheartening. That being said, someone commented just yesterday that I looked like I was losing weight, so there must be some re-arrangement going on. My stitches finally came out yesterday, so I'm feeling sooooo much better. Today I'll be back at the gym -- I feel yucky after being "off" a week. LOL Just a few short months until Vegas. I can't wait. We're booked for the Venetian, a spa package at Bellagio, and we've got tickets to see Jay Leno. As an adde

You know those people -- the kind that add a little *sparkle* to life. The kind that sparkle without even trying. They care. They're sincere. They're genuine. They're the kind of person you meet and think to yourself, "there's a part of me that wants to be like so-and-so." Last night the Earth is one less sparkle. A former co-worker, Kayrene, finally lost her 13 year long fight to Cancer. And while she didn't have the opportunity to pass at home, she was surrounded by family and friends. I try to focus on the fact that she had 13 more years to raise her kids and see them through their life events. She had 13 years to LIVE. Kayrene's passing brings to mind 3 other close friend who also lost the fight, and I celebrate their memories in honor of Kayrene. Jean, Glioblastoma LaShanda, Stomach Cancer Jan, Breast Cancer Months before Shanda passed, she wrote this poem. She typed it on a card and gave it to me, telling me to "keep it near" alwa

Yesterday was my dental implant surgery and it went well. I got six altogether. Now I just have to wait 2 to 3 months to mke sure everything heals and grows into the bone. Next is the "uncovering" then I get the actual abuttments to recive the teeth! At that point I'll be seeking out a replacment of a filling and veneers on my top teeth. It would be nice to have my teeth completely done by my birthday bash in Vegas. Right now I'm in a bit of pain. Nothing tht Hydrocodine doesn't take care of, but that stuff in itself makes me feel cruddy. I am "working from home" today. I've been with my new job about 3 months now. My boss told me they're still thrilled to have me and gave me a big hug (it's nice, but I stil don't get the *hug* thing at work). She said she hoped I was just as happy there. I am :) My Daugheter is practically potty-trained now (I know a random shift in topic), but it makes me happy. Our new triathlong team training blo

Someone said, "If you could do anything you wanted for a living, what would it be?" You know, I really don't know. How bad is that, not to know? Does that mean I'm indifferent to everything or am I just passionate about a lot of different things? I always grew-up wanting to be a music teacher. I wanted to teach singing. I loved singing... in fact, as a kid you couldn't keep me from singing. I studied voice with profressional coaches on and off for more than 10 years. My Step-dad used to yell at me on car trips because I sang with the radio all the freakin' time! In fact, when college rolled around I auditioned and received a partial scholarship to Westminster Choir College which I declined. Mom feared I could not make a living at music because of my weight. So I allowed her the power to talk me into doing somehing practical, studying something business related. Mom said,"... if you want to go back to music bad enough later, then you will." It so

Received my first foreign language message, but can't find a good translator; anyone know French? LOL "LE TOUR DE FRANCE CES BEAU MAS BEAUCOUT DE TRISCHEURS IL CES D0P DROGA SALUT DE FRANCE COLUCCIO"