I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!

20 pounds down! 80 to go! I feel amazing! I can not believe the difference 20 pounds will make. My clothes fit better. I sleep well at night and I think I can see my cheek bones again ;) I am feeling stronger every day. I have a long way to go but I am so encouraged by others as they tell me they notice the weight loss. I can't wait to go shopping for size 10, 8 and even 6 size jeans. I plan to lose another 20 pounds by Christmas. I am getting bored of salads though, so I know I need to come up with some healthy alternatives. My sister sent me a salad recipe that calls for spinach, egg, bacon and Italian dressing. I think that will be on the menu next week ;) Keep me in your prayers. I can not do this alone. Thank God for the strength to endure the pain of this race. As I chug along, I think I can, I think I can! A good pep talk is sound advice.

Falling up and Far Away

I haven't blogged since I fell going UP the stairs at the 5th Avenue Theatre. Les Mis was increible however, the pain in my wrist far weighed out any other emotions and excitement from the play. Needless to say, I am down 12 pounds! WOO HOO! I think I would be down more over the past month if it had not been for the misfortunate mishap. My sister and I were working out at the YMCA and I was all about getting my "act" together. I am sooooooo ready to be the leading lady in my personal life. Not a supporting actress but the one who is making all the "right" moves. I have yo-yo'd my way through my eating plan. Good days, eat well; bad days, uhhhh not so much! Sigh.....My family and I added a new edition to our household during all the chaos. We got a puppy. Dottie. She is keeping me busy too. My patience has been tested. Watch what I eat, take Ibprofen on an empty stomach (oops) feel sick, chase a puppy down the stairs and WHOOPS fall flat on my behind! What in the bleep is wrong with me? Why do I keep falling down?!!! As I write this, I want to rip the wrist guard off of my left arm and throw it out the window! Typing=OUCH ME=GRRRRR!!!!! ~Ok Rach. Get it together.~ I am not having any fun right now trying to change my body image. This shell I have borrowed for the time being is not my own. This temple is weary. I need the Lord! No more excuses for me. Physical Therapy starts today. Well, as long as I have all of the necessary paperwork from my doctor.....Calgon, take me away! Far, far away!