Born today. Ten pounds ten ounces & 21.5 inches long.
Grammy loves you already Emmy. Just wait until Monday when I get there!!
Peace be the journey
:-)
A wink and a smile
13 years ago
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I gained 10 pounds 10 ounces!!!!!
My granddaughter Emerson Leigh Braman.
Born today. Ten pounds ten ounces & 21.5 inches long.
Grammy loves you already Emmy. Just wait until Monday when I get there!!
Peace be the journey
:-)
Born today. Ten pounds ten ounces & 21.5 inches long.
Grammy loves you already Emmy. Just wait until Monday when I get there!!
Peace be the journey
:-)
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Follow the yellow brick road
Whoaaaa dude...did I sound just like a munchkin there???? I would so be the one with neon pink hair and pink and white striped socks. I'd be rocking the short skirt and all the other munchkins would be in love with me.
Ahem. No idea where that came from!
Anyhooooo....I'm sure you're all familiar with the story. Four friends taking a hike to find what they want most in the entire world.
Scarecrow wants a brain.
Lion wants courage.
Tin man wants a heart.
Dorothy wants to go home.
They stick together on their arduous journey. Nothing can beat them down because they're a team. Witches? Nope. Living trees? Hell no. Flying monkeys? Bring those evil little critters on. The fab 4 can take them on.
The blog world is like that for me. It's my Oz. Some of you are my wizards. I learn so much from you. Some are my little munchkins. You make me laugh. We might not all be striving for the same thing, but we're all walking down the same yellow brick road to get us where we need to be.
I know I could do it alone, but I don't have to. I have a tough time and I might think of something that one of you said, and all of a sudden, it's a little easier. I talk about you at my WW meetings. You're a part of my life. I get a comment from one of you, and it's like the tin man getting his heart! Someone sends me a text msg saying 'good job', and it's just the same feeling the lion had when the Wiz pinned that badge of courage on him!
One thing I want us all to remember.
When the Fab 4 finally got to meet the great and wise wizard, he showed them they had the power inside themselves to get where they were going, or what they wanted, all the time.
We all have it inside us to reach our goal. We might think we need to search, find the magic potion, but it's within us already.
Follow the yellow brick road.
One brick at a time boys and girls, one brick at a time.
Peace be the journey
:-)
Ahem. No idea where that came from!
Anyhooooo....I'm sure you're all familiar with the story. Four friends taking a hike to find what they want most in the entire world.
Scarecrow wants a brain.
Lion wants courage.
Tin man wants a heart.
Dorothy wants to go home.
They stick together on their arduous journey. Nothing can beat them down because they're a team. Witches? Nope. Living trees? Hell no. Flying monkeys? Bring those evil little critters on. The fab 4 can take them on.
The blog world is like that for me. It's my Oz. Some of you are my wizards. I learn so much from you. Some are my little munchkins. You make me laugh. We might not all be striving for the same thing, but we're all walking down the same yellow brick road to get us where we need to be.
I know I could do it alone, but I don't have to. I have a tough time and I might think of something that one of you said, and all of a sudden, it's a little easier. I talk about you at my WW meetings. You're a part of my life. I get a comment from one of you, and it's like the tin man getting his heart! Someone sends me a text msg saying 'good job', and it's just the same feeling the lion had when the Wiz pinned that badge of courage on him!
One thing I want us all to remember.
When the Fab 4 finally got to meet the great and wise wizard, he showed them they had the power inside themselves to get where they were going, or what they wanted, all the time.
We all have it inside us to reach our goal. We might think we need to search, find the magic potion, but it's within us already.
Follow the yellow brick road.
One brick at a time boys and girls, one brick at a time.
Peace be the journey
:-)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I think therefor I am?
Morning peeps. This post really isn't 100% about weight loss or exercise. It might pertain though, so go ahead and read it anyway!! It's mental health Thursday!
I get many daily emails. One of them is called 'Managing Menopause'. God help me, I sure the hell need this one!
Just because the friggin monkey on my back is menopause, yours might be loneliness, depression, stupidity. Oops, sorry, menopause made me say that. You see, I've lost all patience with stupid people! If you're stupid, I apologize. Go learn something!
So, a tiny bit of background.
The BEFORE Debby was:
* Happy, full of joy, always
* Worry free (oh there were problems, she just never worried about them)
* Able to leap tall buildings.
* OK, so I couldn't leap, but I could move without pain!
* Patient, caring, giving
* She slept like a baby
* She lost weight if she tried
The AFTER Debby is:
* Happy rarely. Joy is a thing of the past.
* Full of stress and worry.
* Everything hurts so bad it' hard to move. I'm 52 and feel like 92.
* I'd just as soon run you over with my car than take time to help you.
* With anything. Teach you? Screw that shit. Listen to you? No F'in way.
* Sleep? WTF is that???
* I've gained so much weight it just floors me.
* Oh there's a ton more but I've depressed myself here!
So, today I read this little gem and I can't get it off my mind. From that newsletter I told you about remember? I don't want to get sued for plagiarism because I have NO f'ing money! Oh I forgot to add that in my little bullet point above! Ahem, gem. Coming up.
Although we think we act because of the way we feel, in fact, we often feel because of the way we act.
Vicious circle? Catch 22? Maybe. Maybe not.
So, I have a crap day and come home and vent to TBM. Makes me feel better right? Gets it off my chest, clears the air, and I'm 100% now. Not so, according to this article. They say that...oh hell I'm going to do a cut and paste here! "Wrong. Contrary to popular notion, aggressive “venting” doesn't relieve bad feelings, but fuels them. Studies show that blowing up, punching a pillow, yelling, or slamming doors makes you feel worse, not better."
Holy shit I've been doing it wrong! All wrong.
Maybe if I act like I'm happy, I'll get happy?
Maybe if I get out and go for a walk, it'll get easier, and I won't hurt so much?
Let's snowball that just a bit.
If I get out and walk, move, just a bit, maybe it would be easier to lose weight?
For those of you that doubt it, it is MUCH harder to lose weight as you get older. Don't think it's a bunch of BS. I'm here to tell you it's the truth. So, if you're younger, and yes that means under 40, get your ass in gear. It's much easier at that age than it is at 50.
One more tiny thing. Selfishness. I've always considered myself a selfish person. I never hid that or sugar coated it. Oh I loved doing for others, but I didn't skimp on myself. I've quit doing that. I'm not taking time for me. For doing the things that are important to me.
I'm not reading magazines.
I'm not taking time to plan meals.
I'm not making time for exercise.
I'm not making time to pray.
I'm not taking time to find the joy in life. It has to still be there. It couldn't have gone away.
I'm letting worry over run me. I'm letting my health problems get the best of me.
Know what?
I'm fucking done. Today.
Today I will smile more.
Today I will move more.
Although we think we act because of the way we feel, in fact, we often feel because of the way we act.
Today I'm going to try acting more like the old Debby.
Want to play along?
Peace be the journey
:-)
I get many daily emails. One of them is called 'Managing Menopause'. God help me, I sure the hell need this one!
Just because the friggin monkey on my back is menopause, yours might be loneliness, depression, stupidity. Oops, sorry, menopause made me say that. You see, I've lost all patience with stupid people! If you're stupid, I apologize. Go learn something!
So, a tiny bit of background.
The BEFORE Debby was:
* Happy, full of joy, always
* Worry free (oh there were problems, she just never worried about them)
* Able to leap tall buildings.
* OK, so I couldn't leap, but I could move without pain!
* Patient, caring, giving
* She slept like a baby
* She lost weight if she tried
The AFTER Debby is:
* Happy rarely. Joy is a thing of the past.
* Full of stress and worry.
* Everything hurts so bad it' hard to move. I'm 52 and feel like 92.
* I'd just as soon run you over with my car than take time to help you.
* With anything. Teach you? Screw that shit. Listen to you? No F'in way.
* Sleep? WTF is that???
* I've gained so much weight it just floors me.
* Oh there's a ton more but I've depressed myself here!
So, today I read this little gem and I can't get it off my mind. From that newsletter I told you about remember? I don't want to get sued for plagiarism because I have NO f'ing money! Oh I forgot to add that in my little bullet point above! Ahem, gem. Coming up.
Although we think we act because of the way we feel, in fact, we often feel because of the way we act.
Vicious circle? Catch 22? Maybe. Maybe not.
So, I have a crap day and come home and vent to TBM. Makes me feel better right? Gets it off my chest, clears the air, and I'm 100% now. Not so, according to this article. They say that...oh hell I'm going to do a cut and paste here! "Wrong. Contrary to popular notion, aggressive “venting” doesn't relieve bad feelings, but fuels them. Studies show that blowing up, punching a pillow, yelling, or slamming doors makes you feel worse, not better."
Holy shit I've been doing it wrong! All wrong.
Maybe if I act like I'm happy, I'll get happy?
Maybe if I get out and go for a walk, it'll get easier, and I won't hurt so much?
Let's snowball that just a bit.
If I get out and walk, move, just a bit, maybe it would be easier to lose weight?
For those of you that doubt it, it is MUCH harder to lose weight as you get older. Don't think it's a bunch of BS. I'm here to tell you it's the truth. So, if you're younger, and yes that means under 40, get your ass in gear. It's much easier at that age than it is at 50.
One more tiny thing. Selfishness. I've always considered myself a selfish person. I never hid that or sugar coated it. Oh I loved doing for others, but I didn't skimp on myself. I've quit doing that. I'm not taking time for me. For doing the things that are important to me.
I'm not reading magazines.
I'm not taking time to plan meals.
I'm not making time for exercise.
I'm not making time to pray.
I'm not taking time to find the joy in life. It has to still be there. It couldn't have gone away.
I'm letting worry over run me. I'm letting my health problems get the best of me.
Know what?
I'm fucking done. Today.
Today I will smile more.
Today I will move more.
Although we think we act because of the way we feel, in fact, we often feel because of the way we act.
Today I'm going to try acting more like the old Debby.
Want to play along?
Peace be the journey
:-)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Who are you?
I'll come right out and say it.
You are who you are in private.
When you're alone, and nobody is around to see you, what you do, what you think, that is who you are.
If you're out in public, and see someone asking for a hand out, and you drop a quarter in his cup, that's not who you are. If you are locking up your office door and there is nobody else around and a homeless guy comes up and asks for money for food. What you do right there, that is who you are.
If you write a weight loss blog, that doesn't mean that is who you are. You can write all day about being healthy. You can write about exercising. What you do when you aren't writing, that is who you are.
Do you like who you are in private? Do you like who you REALLY are?
If not, what are you going to do to change it?
Deep thoughts for today.
Peace be the journey
:-)
PS:Danica is giving away popchips!!! Go check it out quick!
You are who you are in private.
When you're alone, and nobody is around to see you, what you do, what you think, that is who you are.
If you're out in public, and see someone asking for a hand out, and you drop a quarter in his cup, that's not who you are. If you are locking up your office door and there is nobody else around and a homeless guy comes up and asks for money for food. What you do right there, that is who you are.
If you write a weight loss blog, that doesn't mean that is who you are. You can write all day about being healthy. You can write about exercising. What you do when you aren't writing, that is who you are.
Do you like who you are in private? Do you like who you REALLY are?
If not, what are you going to do to change it?
Deep thoughts for today.
Peace be the journey
:-)
PS:Danica is giving away popchips!!! Go check it out quick!
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