Just a reminder to all that we are having a Trick or Treat Sale on both of our Etsy sites: Linda B's Crafts and The Frozen Mouse. Details below.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Answers Appear When You Least Expect Them
A high school classmate had posted a request on Facebook for people to complete a survey for a book that she's writing. She needed opinions from ladies over 50 for part of her research. At the end of the survey, you could indicate whether or not you would be willing to participate in a one-on-one interview. Without thinking too much about it, I checked the yes box. She contacted me to set up an appointment, and at that point I became very apprehensive. We were never really close friends, and now I questioned how much I was willing to reveal about my life.
Friday morning, Donna arrived right on time. I told her how I felt, and she told me that if a question made me uncomfortable to just let her know. And the interview began. Her questions were not at all what I expected. Some were about my childhood, some about my past relationships. She asked about my faith, my regrets in life, and where I saw myself in the future. After Donna left, I sat and reflected on the questions that she had asked and the answers that I had given. This interview was supposed to be for her, yet it was very enlightening for me. I began to realize that many of the answers that I had given involved my weight. And it became clear that I needed to get serious about weight loss. I've said that more times than I can count, but this time I prayed for a solution to present itself. I have a bookshelf full of dieting books, another with books about diabetes and, for me, the two go hand in hand. But I have never had the will power to stick with any program.
I had noticed that my one daughter had been losing weight, and her moods and outlook on life had changed. When she came that afternoon, I asked her about what she had been doing and she told me that it was Isagenix. She explained the program to me, and I couldn't help but think that God had presented an answer for me. Although the program is a little costly, I asked her to help me order the program. It's an all natural program, with no gimmicks. My products are due to arrive tomorrow. I will start on Thursday. I know in my heart that this is my last hope since I refuse to have any type of gastric surgery. I'm posting my before photo here. Please bear with me if I post photos as I progress. Also, please pray that God will give me the the determination, the patience, and the will power to make this journey.
Friday morning, Donna arrived right on time. I told her how I felt, and she told me that if a question made me uncomfortable to just let her know. And the interview began. Her questions were not at all what I expected. Some were about my childhood, some about my past relationships. She asked about my faith, my regrets in life, and where I saw myself in the future. After Donna left, I sat and reflected on the questions that she had asked and the answers that I had given. This interview was supposed to be for her, yet it was very enlightening for me. I began to realize that many of the answers that I had given involved my weight. And it became clear that I needed to get serious about weight loss. I've said that more times than I can count, but this time I prayed for a solution to present itself. I have a bookshelf full of dieting books, another with books about diabetes and, for me, the two go hand in hand. But I have never had the will power to stick with any program.
I had noticed that my one daughter had been losing weight, and her moods and outlook on life had changed. When she came that afternoon, I asked her about what she had been doing and she told me that it was Isagenix. She explained the program to me, and I couldn't help but think that God had presented an answer for me. Although the program is a little costly, I asked her to help me order the program. It's an all natural program, with no gimmicks. My products are due to arrive tomorrow. I will start on Thursday. I know in my heart that this is my last hope since I refuse to have any type of gastric surgery. I'm posting my before photo here. Please bear with me if I post photos as I progress. Also, please pray that God will give me the the determination, the patience, and the will power to make this journey.
Friday, October 17, 2014
OOPS!!!
I had intended that this post on my blog would be a special one. One filled with photos and reviews. I have heard so much about the Lancaster Central Market, in Lancaster PA. Rod and I have planned on visiting this market several times, but something always came up. Last week, we finally had the opportunity to visit. We left last Friday at about 3:00 pm and drove to Lancaster. At a rest stop on the Turnpike, we shared an Auntie Anne's pretzel - my first and it was delicious. We had such a good time in the car - laughing, listening to music and loving the fall foliage. We had reserved a one-room suite at a Comfort Inn, and although we had planned on having dinner at a Cracker Barrel restaurant (we had a gift card), we made a quick stop at a Wendy's and took it to our room.
Our room was beautiful, very similar to this photo. After checking in, we went to our room and enjoyed ourgourmet fast food dinner. We relaxed and watched some weird TV - one show on a Russian who tried breeding human and apes by artificial insemination. Hey, it was on the Discovery Network!! We always sleep in separate beds on trips, just because that way I don't get kicked out of bed. Comfort Inn beds are generally very comfortable, but when I crawled into bed, I felt like someone had left their knees behind and I was sleeping on them. I got out of bed and slept sitting on the sofa most of the night. The next morning, Rod accused me of taking the best bed - his bed wasn't any better than mine. We got dressed like a couple of old people whose bones were creaking. Then it was on to the breakfast buffet.
The buffet was amazing. What we thought were little pancakes were actually egg white patties. There were sausage patties, lots of bread products, cereals, yogurt, fresh fruit, and juices. The dining area was packed, and the other guests were friendly and pleasant. We finished eating, checked out, and headed for Central Market. It was raining, and a not so pleasant day. When we arrived, we parked in a paid lot, and started to walk around the building to find an entrance that didn't have any steps. Once inside, I was shocked at how crowded the market was; aisles were narrow, people were rude and pushing, and market items were much more expensive that what we have found at other markets. We stayed only an hour, I bought some biscotti, some vegetables, and some loose tea. Rod wasn't feeling well, so we started for home. The further we drove, the sicker he got. We were stopping along the turnpike for him to be sick. Finally he said that he didn't think he could drive home. I texted the twins, and they agreed to meet us at one of the exits. Pam drove our car home, and Rod rode in the truck with Pat and was able to lie down in the back seat to sleep. I was so glad to arrive home. He finally started feeling better by Sunday evening. It wasn't quite the weekend I had hoped for.
But on a lighter note, the Turnpike Commission has closed several service plazas along the turnpike, making opportunities for bathroom stops farther apart. A little birdie told me that on the trip out, one of the twins (who remain nameless, but her name starts with Pa) stopped in a contruction area and used the portajohn that was there. We are still laughing about that one.
Our room was beautiful, very similar to this photo. After checking in, we went to our room and enjoyed our
The buffet was amazing. What we thought were little pancakes were actually egg white patties. There were sausage patties, lots of bread products, cereals, yogurt, fresh fruit, and juices. The dining area was packed, and the other guests were friendly and pleasant. We finished eating, checked out, and headed for Central Market. It was raining, and a not so pleasant day. When we arrived, we parked in a paid lot, and started to walk around the building to find an entrance that didn't have any steps. Once inside, I was shocked at how crowded the market was; aisles were narrow, people were rude and pushing, and market items were much more expensive that what we have found at other markets. We stayed only an hour, I bought some biscotti, some vegetables, and some loose tea. Rod wasn't feeling well, so we started for home. The further we drove, the sicker he got. We were stopping along the turnpike for him to be sick. Finally he said that he didn't think he could drive home. I texted the twins, and they agreed to meet us at one of the exits. Pam drove our car home, and Rod rode in the truck with Pat and was able to lie down in the back seat to sleep. I was so glad to arrive home. He finally started feeling better by Sunday evening. It wasn't quite the weekend I had hoped for.
But on a lighter note, the Turnpike Commission has closed several service plazas along the turnpike, making opportunities for bathroom stops farther apart. A little birdie told me that on the trip out, one of the twins (who remain nameless, but her name starts with Pa) stopped in a contruction area and used the portajohn that was there. We are still laughing about that one.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Busy Bee
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