One Day, One Pound, at a time...

 Ever wonder why we can be our own biggest critic? I have whined and complained about my weight cause I lost so much, and than gained some back. A few of my sweet friends and my hubby kept telling me how I have still come a long way. But  I really wanted to reach my goal by August 2012. Going thru pictures from last 2 years, I got see something that made me feel better.. I am still about 30 pounds away from my life time goal. But, all I can do is be grateful with how far I have come, and take one day and one pound at a time. I will let the following pictures tell the rest of my story..

The first two pictures were from December 2010, I finally sucked it up and took a family picture. And actually had family members and old friends ask me what happened that I let myself go! I had to start buying clothes at lane Bryant and Catherines, and hated the way I looked when I saw myself in pictures or in the mirror. Yeah this is when I felt like my world was falling apart too. 



December 2010, My heaviest at 224pds.

I started having medical issues, words like lupus and rheumatoid Arthritis were being thrown at me. So after I threw a huge pitty party for myself. I got off my bootie and started working out. I spent many days crying from the pain of my ankles because of all the weight when I worked out.. But my friends and hubby cheered me on.. 


Actually started losing weight, this was July of 2011, had lost over 25 pds

August 2011: Finally feeling good, and was down to 195pds

Was walking 2 miles every morning at the crack of dawn, and couting points. I was motivated and did not want to look back.. Decided 2012 was going to be the best year ever..
The next picture is from January of 2012. I was down to 166 pds.

Now it is July 2012, I got lazy and quit working out. I seemed to have gained and lost the same 10 pds over and over this year. I went from wearing a size 18 almost 20 to now a 10 and some 12's. I am in the 170's to 180's now. But when I look where I was at the end of 2010, I am pretty proud of my results today. This blog was to encourage those who struggle with their weight each day, that hard work does pay off. You just have to quit with the many reason why you can't lose weight and take one day at a time.. Now onto to getting rid of those last 30 pds for good.












Daddy's Girls

We all see sweet little quotes about being a daddy’s girl.

That talks about us meeting our prince charming one day..

All the little fairy tales to live happily ever after.

I was always told that we end up marrying a guy that is like our daddy. And that may not be the case for everyone,. But I had the privilege of being a daddy’s girl. So, I admit that some of my hubby’s traits do resemble my dad. Trav is a problem solver. He does what ever it takes to make sure we have everything we could ever want or need. The love and compassion he has for his girls, always bring me so much joy. It has always been his girls, and my boys. Not sure if that is something common in most households or not. 

Of course Trav and I just want our children to be happy in everything they do. Unfortunately, one thing that stinks about being a parent, is watching your babies get heart broken. Because you cannot do anything to help prevent it, just be there for them, and I have stayed on my knees many nights just praying for my kiddos and who God has for them. I will admit, I am not that easy to please. I love all four of my children, and so the momma bear does kind of come out when I see someone mistreating my cubs. And I may never be 100% satisfied with the spouses my kids choose. But my true heart is that they will be happy and loved.

But for my girls, I just want them to always remember how special they are, that they don’t ever allow any man to put them down or break their spirit.

That they should not be out there chasing the fellas, but only be chased by them. 

That this guy, goes out of his way to show her how special she is.

That they are never made to feel degraded, or disrespected.

That he is man enough to show PDA, and never get too comfy to where holding hands and sharing French fries comes to an end.

That when they are with a group of friends, they can look at each other from across the room, and know exactly what thoughts come to mind.

That they both know that marriage is hard, but you have to get up each day and choose to work at it,..

That the couple who prays together, stays together..

That communication is very important.

That he will cheer her on, even when she is having "FAT Days"..

That he is someone who can make them laugh thru those bad days.

That saying “I am sorry” and actually meaning it is a must.

I want my girls to marry someone who see’s how amazing and precious they are,..

 The same way that Trav and I feel about them. And I know in my heart, that God already has someone picked out for them.

I look forward to meeting these Prince Charmings..

Just a Follow Up..

Just a follow up from my passed post about my boys. They of course made it to Canada, and I am told are having the time of their life. I heard that Sunday they got to have lunch with 150+ homeless people. And this week they are helping put together a Kids Camp for the week. Than this morning I got a sweet message that told me how great they were doing, and how they were stepping outside their comfort zones, and praying for others and just ministering to the ones around them. Of course this had me in tears, I am so super proud of my boys, and I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt this is where God wants them right now. But of course I have wasted the last 5 days or so, feeling sorry for myself and throwing myself a big pity party. I laugh now, because my 15 year old fellas are making me look pretty pathetic. I have spent most of the time of course just praying.. Praying for their safety mostly. Amongst other things. My husband has been very patient and loving to me, he knows I am struggling. He has told me this is not healthy behavior. Of course this just makes me angry and I want to punch him and anyone else in the face for trying to tell me how I should be acting. But, I am sooo wrong for that. And I know that. I think when I sit back and look at what the root problem is here, it goes to the fact that I fear and dread the day that my kids will be moved out and on their own. I don’t know life without my kids. Remember I was the 17 year old pregnant girl who moved from my momma’s house straight to living with my hubby. Who already had a kiddo, so we have never been alone. I sit in my living room, and see this strange man in my house, and realize oh my gosh it will be just us in a few years! Lol I know that sounds horrible, and I love my husband to the moon and back. But, it is just a bitter sweet reminder how much many marriages are neglected because we live our lives about the kids.. Looks like God is trying to show me something. And I cannot ignore it anymore. This will be exciting..

On another note, I caught up on some blogs that I follow. And can a person be dreading, but yet know that this is going to be oh so good for me?? My sweet friend, Rachel Taylor at just another day in Paradise http://www.tayloredforthewise.com
a fellow blogger, is starting a series on insecurity. Something that I have dealt with my entire 32 years. I encourage you to follow her blog. I think we could all use a good read and some tips on how to get over ourselves..

I am a Boob Bag...

Let the tears begin.. I am such a big boob bag..
Here I was bragging about myself about how much peace I have about my 15 year old fellas going on this trip to Canada for almost 2 wks. And than yesterday as I was having them try on their nice dress shirts for church and they were freaking out that they would not be able to roll up their sleeves on their own, and Jazzy girl laughing at them asking how the heck they were going to make it without me for two weeks, and us all laughing out loud about it..
Than this morning on the way to work I had a talk with God, and ohhh the tears started falling..
I am now thinking what in the world was I thinking.. !!!

These fellas are too little to go by themselves!!

I can’t send my precious itty bitty baby boys across the world to another country for 6 months (ok 13 days) all by themselves..
I explained to God, this was a mistake, that the money that was given to the boys must have been meant for some other set of twins. So yeah everything only seems to have lined up and fallen into place, but looks can be deceiving RIGHT?! But nope, he has reassured me that this is what he wants for them. That my fellas are following the big plans that HE has for them. And I know that God is going to use my fellas to minister to people all over the world, to show how a life with him is the only way to live. So, yes I will still be a big boob bag, I will cry for the next couple of days.. But, I know in my heart that this is the right thing to do.. And that my fellas will be just fine, and will come back with some amazing stories to tell.
So, again blog followers, pray for my fellas and the rest of the youth group and staff that is going to Canada.. For protection, wisdom courage, and for them to go out there and make Jesus famous..

Ok, so these are the fellas that old enough to go..

Oh, by the way, I decided that short sleeve dress shirts will be best for my fellas, yep Mommy has to make this as easy as possible.. =0)

Eric...

This little fella was my first nephew to come into my life when I was a freshman in high school. He was my little buddy, and he was spoiled rotten by myself and many others. I had the honor of babysitting him when he was little. He was the one who could not pronounce Amanda so he called me “Nana” which is what stuck and now all my nephews and nieces on my side of the family still call me that.

I have enjoyed watching him grow up. I have tried my best to be one of his biggest fans and watch his soccer, basketball, some baseball and football games. Even got to be there when he played his first football game his 7th grade year, screamed when he made that amazing touch down, and cried when the next play he got squished by the big fella and broke his arm. I swear this kid just has natural talent to be the best at whatever he tries at. He is a couple of years older than my twin fellas, so the bond and friendship that these 3 guys have is always nice, my boys look up to their cousin, and helped make going to high school an easy transition. 

This wkend my brother and sis in law gave him a going away party as he has joined the National Guard. He leaves for Boot Camp this week and will be gone all summer. I cannot even imagine what his momma is feeling right now. I know that I am so proud but so sad that he will be gone for so long. And so nervous for him. But I know that God has big plans for Eric, and that he will do just fine. So blog followers, I ask yall to lift Eric in your prayers for protection, strength and courage. And also my older brother and sis in law for peace. Now, just in case that Eric does read this blog. 

Junior Prom



The Cake Trav and I bought for his party.

Dear Eric, I cannot believe how fast you have grown up, and now you are doing this. It has been a pleasure to be part of your life, and looking forward to watching you your senior year in high school. So you come back healthy and stronger than ever!  We are so super proud of you, and we love you to the moon and back. We are cheering you on, and as always, are here for you if you need anything. Take care of yourself, be good and stay away from those naughty girls. Lol
Love always

Nana

Softball & Venting...

We love softball season! We love it so much that we took this team

To the Denton Tourney, and we got 9th place out of 16 teams that went to play.

We make it a full weekend, we pack the familia up and we book a hotel. The last time we were out of the tournament by Saturday at noon, this time we made it to Sunday at noon. Which was a pretty great deal. And I got to hold this precious baby girl while we sat in the shade for nap time.

It always amazes me the support group that these kids have rooting for them in the Texas heat. Grandparents and older siblings, uncles, and aunts and I saw other parents from the other team in Boyd coming to watch the games when their kid was not even playing. That always ministers to my heart, and I hope they all know how much it means to those kiddos too. So pat yourself on the back if you fall into that category.
Jasmine and another girl pitched for our team, but the other girl was on fire and she did most of the pitching in this tournament, kudos to “V” for all those strikes she pitched. We are all so proud of each of these girls for playing so hard. Pitching, batting ( a couple of home runs), fielding, chanting are all a big part of each game and each win. I think this was the best season yet so far!
It is a great feeling to get along with all the parents, and to see these parents support the coaches that we have.

Most of all it was amazing to see Trav coaching his baby girl again. I know he missed it.

Small things like that so many people take for granted, some are clueless how blessed they are to be part of something like this.
And some like to cause drama, and throw fits, and behave in childish ways, but refuse to act like a grown up and have communication to fix certain issues.
Instead they want to hurt the innocent little people.

You see, I have been given the opportunity to be come offended, and to throw a fit and cause a scene.
And to be honest, I want to really bad, because they are messing with my baby girl.
But, because I have grown up just a little, I am going to blog about it, and than let it go. And really thank these people, for helping me to see who I can rely on, and who is willing to stand up for me and my family. So thank you! And no worries, my Jazzy girl still loves softball, and is looking forward to fall ball, and I will sign her up and again for spring ball and get her ready for the Denton Tourney, because her daddy and I are her number one fans. And she is still smiling..

No Quitters Allowed

As parents, one of the things we have tried to instill in raising our children is NO Quitting Allowed!

From the time the boys signed up for Soccer at the age of 3, till the time they were 14 playing in the last years of our BYA we said “Once you sign up, You finish the season, You don’t get to skip practices or games, even when something fun has come up, cause you are part of a team. And you can not and will not let your team down.” Now trust me, there were many times between the 3 kiddos, that I was fed up or tired of certain situations, that quitting seemed like the best and easiest thing to do, but Trav and I would have a nice, loving discussion (HEEHEE) and agree that if we let them quit now, it will show the kids that when things or people, coaches, team mates get tough or annoying, that they can just quit. This carries on to their daily life. In School, relationships, sports, jobs etc… And we don’t want our kiddos to struggle with any of those things.
The great thing is my fellas are 15 now, and their freshmen year is almost over. And because Trav and I have pushed them to be their best, to give it 110% and never to quit even if they were not very good, they finally have that confidence to be pretty decent in all they do. From making straight A’s to running Cross Country and Track on the Varsity team, and playing basketball. They know that hard work and dedication pays off.

But, have you ever heard the saying, of practice what you preach?! Yeah, I don’t like that saying at all.


If you follow me on Facebook, than you have heard me whining about gaining some weight back.


My sweet innocent daughter informed me recently that my tummy was getting big again, and that I need to get back to working out and counting points.


You see I quit being good and working hard. I know what it takes to lose the weight and keep it off. I know how hard I worked for it. But, once I did not see the pds coming off as easy as they were, and once I could come up with an excuse of why I cant work out alone, I just said “Oh well, I quit!”
Not even thinking of the example I was showing my kids.

Makes me stop and think, if I quit now, and go back into my bad habits, than what right do I really have to tell my kids, that once they stopped seeing improvement they too can quit what they have worked so hard to accomplish this far. No, being a parent does not make you exempt from being a quitter.
Just a little something to share with my fellow parents..

See ya at the track!