I have talked before on this blog about my success in changing my health and my body contour and weight.
Beginning at Christmas Time, 2007, I embarked upon a goal of attaining a fit, trim, healthier body. I was 58 and obese. The only direction for me to go was up!.
We are approaching Christmas of 2009, and I can say I have accomplished my goal I have attained and maintained my goal weight for several months – I really did it....
Something unprecedented in my experience…
Something I had Dreamed about a very long time
Something I had utterly lost the belief I could do
Yesterday was my 60th birthday. I walked my 2000 th mile for 2009.
I spent the day working on my friends’ farm. While we were having lunch, he said to me: “I want to recognize you and congratulate you for actually changing your body weight in the way that you have. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN WHO DID THAT”
I can not even describe what it was like to hear that.
I know there are millions of people who want to do what I have done, and I am an example of success for them….
HIV is something that many Americans have come to think of as "under control".
The fact is that HIV is still a devastating reality for millions.
Today Is WORLD AIDS DAY.
There are many ways we can help.
Sponsoring a child orphaned by HIV is one
TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP. I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE, BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.
TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION, THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR, AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE. GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, 'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND. I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY, WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES.... HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP. MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS. MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL
I plan to eat until I can't - I don't care about my thighs !! I have walked 1910 miles so far this year - My thighs can take it! LET IT BE FUN !
Since I read Ellie's post yesterday, Patty has been in my mind, and prayers
This post is to encourage all of you to keep Patty and her family, as well as Nancy and Penny, her two, close, Cowgirl, BraveHeart, Durango-ite Amigos in your awareness, and shower them all with strength and warmth.
Everything about my life up until now supports my belief that nothing occurs without purpose...and that even the most difficult challenges serve us in some way.
As much as I hate that Patty, and all of her close circle are having to go through this experience, my knowing tells me that great purpose is being served....
The most valuable gift we can offer to anyone is to give our energy to their finest emergence. Patty, I FEEL your rapid and lasting recovery leading you into places you have not yet imagined, in service you can not yet comprehend.
The Ironman Triathlon happens here in Kona every October. Inspiring stories lie within every competitor in this grueling test of endurance. I LOVE to work the support team at this event! I have met, and witnessed these two remarkable men.
They are a gift !
............................MORE OF THE HOYTS AT LET IT BE FUN!
I'm a Boomer. That means this day brings to mind those in my family who served in the US military in World War 2...and the women who stayed at home.
My BraveHeart Grandmother Berry had a son in the Army, flying bombing raids over Germany in B17s, and a son in the Marine infantry on Iwo Jima. My Mom's mom had a son in the Navy piloting a fighter plane off aircraft carriers in the South Pacific. There was no email and no cell phones and no CNN. There was not even television. Communication with these soldiers arrived via post, 8 - 18 weeks after it's sending, and cut to shreds by censers - the staff that cut ( with scissors) out the parts that might reveal any thing about military action or positioning. When my mom and my aunts and my grandmothers read these letters, they had no certainty that the writers were still alive.As Western Union approached the front door, many contemporaries of theirs passed out in fear and dread.
It was an entire generation of BraveHearts. Though not many returning World War Two soldiers ever spoke to their kids about what they experienced, I learned many years later, from many, that nights spent with these valiant men were frequently and for the remainder of their lives, interrupted by dreams of the terrors they had endured.
Soldiers of the following generation served in the Korean conflict
My generation of men were the soldiers of Vietnam. I still view that involvement as extremely unfortunate and dis-honoring to all involved. I now understand that the luckiest did not return to live with the memories.
I feel the same way about Desert Storm, and the current conflict in Iraq.
I feel that, as a civilian, no amount of tribute to these soldiers is enough. God Bless each one of them.
In the U.S., Veterans Day began as Armistice Day, commemorating the end of World War I. The so-called War to End All Wars ended with an armistice signed at 11 a.m. on November 11, 1918, in Compiègne, France—the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
In the U.S., President Woodrow Wilson commemorated the first Armistice Day in 1919. It was made a national holiday via an act of Congress in 1938.
After World War II it became clear that the World War I armistice marked only the ending of World War I, not of war itself. The holiday was renamed Veterans Day to honor all those who served in the U.S. military.
It is my fervent prayer, that, as we honor our soldiers, men and women, of all of this nations conflicts, that war becomes a memory ....that we learn, as a species, that reason is stronger than violence.
“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
Teddy Roosevelt, speaking at the Sorbonne in Paris, April 23, 1910
These words, spoken nearly 100 years ago, are resonating greatly with me today. Everywhere I see challenges, both for me and those around me, I am reminded of these words. My personal fear of failure has restricted much of my action during my life, and this is something I am striving to change. I want to be a BraveHeart who puts her fears aside, who dares to fail greatly,
while striving to be more...
to touch lives in a positive way,
and live my life, rich in purpose. BraveHeart Thoughts?