19
May
13

Boot Camp

May 1 I joined a fitness boot camp AND a 60 Day Challenge. I figured why not do the challenge now. It’s  a competition with 12 other people to see who can loose the most percentage in weight and measurements. Along with unlimited classes we get supplemental workouts, nutrition coaching and daily support, advice, etc.. from our the trainer.

So far I have lost 4.5 pounds a belt is a must have accessory. I even had to cinch it up a notch this last week, again. I had a dress I need the lining to be changed, now the entire dress needs to be taken in. All my mini skirts need the same and new tee shirts are in order after the challenge. I am contemplating whether or not I will have all my jeans taken in too. They are not cheap jeans but I have no idea which will be more cost affective…buying or altering.

Luckily, due to my food allergies I didn’t have to change anything with my food except eating less and more often. You can eat all good, clean, healthy food and too much will be bad for your hips. I am eating less bread stuff but I am not craving it often. My bread is usually the croutons on my salads.

I am excited to see my 30 day weigh in/measuring in June 1 and then of course on July 2! There are prizes for the top 2… I am planning on being one of them… this is a competition and all and well, it’s all or nothing when I am competing and so far I have left a lot of me on the ground 6 days a week after boot camp and my running in between.

I have learned a 9 hour car trip is not pleasant after a day of boot camp…. it made today’s workout tougher, I had to dig deep to keep going with my reps and not give in to the pain and screaming hamstrings. But it is all worth it and although swim suit shopping is never fun I am hoping I have to buy a new one because the ones I have fall off!!! No matter what I am loving boot camp, it is so fun and I look forward to it every day… even though I get up at 4:20 am to go!!!!

06
May
13

What we have done lately

I ran the Diva Dash with 2 girlfriends. It was super fun and we are already planning next years costume.

WW Diva dash

Taylor was in the district art show! Her first time. So exciting for her.

T's art 1

I finished a large invitation order and am now working on table decorations for a special client. Check that out here!

I have started planning Mercie’s 5th birthday party.

I joined a boot camp and signed up for a 60 day challenge along with that… I am competing with 13 other people on who can loose the most in pounds and inches. With this comes counting calories which I hate but I have an app for that! Good news is I type in my recipes and get to see the nutritional info for them and I am pleasantly surprised on the results. Some dishes are not as high as I would have thought. Also, you can it too much good, clean, food and it be bad…

In a few weeks we head to MS/AL to see family and attend Jackson’s graduation. I so cannot believe it…. it doesn’t seem that long ago he was a wee little lad walking down the aisle at my wedding carrying our rings.

This is Jason’s second week home this year!!! Woohoo! He hasn’t been home this long of a stretch in a while. We will actually go on a date Saturday, Great Gatsby and a new restaurant. I am excited. Our chef, Janelle, put me in touch with Chef Mat at Swift’s and he is taking good care of us even before we go in. Love that!!!

And in the in between times I am editing my cookbook and working for Kathi!

18
Apr
13

Costumes, Races and good friends!

ww 1I cannot wait for Saturday!!!! It will be a FUN and FUNNY day I am sure.

To start my day I will be running int he Diva Dash with 2 girlfriends. We got together last weekend to make our costumes. We had fun make tutu’s while sipping on margaritas and eating chocolate treats. I think we wrapped up our fun evening around 1 am. Iron-ons should not be attempted at such wee hours in the night…

Anyway, I am looking forward to this obstacle course 3 mile run. Over the last couple years I have gotten to know Mandy and Danielle more and love hanging out with them and getting to know them. Our kids are great play mates and we have a few things in common including similar stories on how past friendships have ended and the hurt we all dealt with.

I am pretty sure the running part of the race we will do well with, it’s the obstacles. No idea what to expect and well I know me… I could be laughing my way through it. It will be great and I am sure we will have great memories!

Here is a sneak peek at our custume…with a name like Diva Dash, having 10 kids between us we knew there was only 1 choice for a costume!

ww 2

 

 

10
Apr
13

Dyslexia & Me

Does that word mean anything to you, if so, what?

It has so many meanings to me… stupid, fighter, disability, left behind, worn out, tired, try harder, be better, not good enough, second, the reason…

And arises many emotions inside of me… sadness, anxiety, fear, relief, worry, regret…

I am dyslexic. My parents knew early on but lost the battle to get me tested until I was in high school. But by then the damage was done and I was plain tired from working so hard and not seeing any improvements. I had teachers who mocked me, labeled me slow or stupid. Classmates laughed at me and called me dumb. Some of my siblings did that for a time too. I was the 1 out of the 4 of us who studied all the time but still made bad grades. I never felt I was good enough. I knew of the canyon that separated me from everyone else scholastically. Even in high school when I got some help it was still a big struggle. I had to take the ACT 3 times before getting the lowest score needed to get into college. I never attempted the SAT.

I didn’t read books, not even required reading. I read the cliff notes and got my sister to tell me everything else. When I did have to read for class or homework it was laborious, tiring and took forever because I was slow and would fall asleep often because me eyes were so tired. Sounding out new words was awkward and I never did that in front of others. I remember my spelling was awful early on. I hated it but my mom made me work at it, she quizzed me over and over each week forever with the new spelling words. When she would proof an essay or paper for me she made me look up the words I misspelled and correct them. She never corrected them for me no matter how much I pleaded with her to just give me the answer. I came up with rhymes to help me remember how to spell big words. To this day I still use them. My favorite is GEOGRAPHY.

George Eats Old Gray Rats And Paints Houses Yellow.

I am thankful to my mom for not giving me the answer and for her determination when working with me in elementary school on spelling because I learned tricks and techniques to spell correctly…now I don’t misspell too many words and I love that my husband and kids come to me for spelling help.

Dyslexia is my main, biggest wall I have built. The feelings I had associated with all the negative things I heard about me to my face, behind my back helped form the poor self-image and negative self talk. They say you have to hear 3 compliments to make up for one insult. Well I am not keeping score point by point but there is a huge deficit and having negative self-image only compounds the issue.

So what is dyslexia? Over the last 10+ years a lot has been learned about this and it is moving from something no one understood to an entire new way to approach teaching and learning for those with it. Not to mention there are those who are studying the great things about dyslexia and the advantage dyslexics have over non dyslexics.

Watch this video: Cognitive Strengths of Dyslexics

Here is what The International Dyslexia Associations says:

Dyslexia is a specific learning disability that is neurological in origin. (We are literally wired different)

It is characterized by difficulties with accurate and / or fluent word recognition and by poor spelling and decoding abilities. These difficulties typically result from a deficit in the phonological component of language that is often unexpected in relation to other cognitive abilities and the provision of effective classroom instruction. Secondary consequences may include problems in reading comprehension and reduced reading experience that can impede growth of vocabulary and background knowledge.

Adopted by the IDA Board of Directors, Nov. 12, 2002. This Definition is also used by the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development (NICHD).

Studies show that individuals with dyslexia process information in a different area of the brain than do non-dyslexics.

What is dyslexia?
Dyslexia is a language-based learning disability. Dyslexia refers to a cluster of symptoms, which result in people having difficulties with specific language skills, particularly reading. Students with dyslexia usually experience difficulties with other language skills such as spelling, writing, and pronouncing words. Dyslexia affects individuals throughout their lives; however, its impact can change at different stages in a person’s life. It is referred to as a learning disability because dyslexia can make it very difficult for a student to succeed academically in the typical instructional environment, and in its more severe forms, will qualify a student for special education, special accommodations, or extra support services.

What causes dyslexia?
The exact causes of dyslexia are still not completely clear, but anatomical and brain imagery studies show differences in the way the brain of a dyslexic person develops and functions. Moreover, most people with dyslexia have been found to have problems with identifying the separate speech sounds within a word and/or learning how letters represent those sounds, a key factor in their reading difficulties. Dyslexia is not due to either lack of intelligence or desire to learn; with appropriate teaching methods, dyslexics can learn successfully.

What are the effects of dyslexia?
The impact that dyslexia has is different for each person and depends on the severity of the condition and the effectiveness of instruction or remediation. The core difficulty is with word recognition and reading fluency, spelling, and writing. Some dyslexics manage to learn early reading and spelling tasks, especially with excellent instruction, but later experience their most debilitating problems when more complex language skills are required, such as grammar, understanding textbook material, and writing essays.

People with dyslexia can also have problems with spoken language, even after they have been exposed to good language models in their homes and good language instruction in school. They may find it difficult to express themselves clearly, or to fully comprehend what others mean when they speak. Such language problems are often difficult to recognize, but they can lead to major problems in school, in the workplace, and in relating to other people. The effects of dyslexia reach well beyond the classroom.

Dyslexia can also affect a person’s self-image. Students with dyslexia often end up feeling “dumb” and less capable than they actually are. After experiencing a great deal of stress due to academic problems, a student may become discouraged about continuing in school.

It has been just the last year that I have learned of and started looking into the auditory processing being the basis for dyslexia. I feel this can explain a lot about me. I easily get lost in lengthy conversations. If we are in a heated discussion of any sort my lack for fully understanding/comprehending what you are saying is rather large. This is likely the reason why I cannot listen to two things at once (radio or TV on while having a conversation). I cannot handle loud volumes. If two people are talking I cannot understand either of them. I often have to escape to a quiet place but not because it is causing a headache or pain in my ears but my mind is overwhelmed, over loaded and most are surprised by the low-level of noise it takes to cause me to retreat from all sound.

I just started noticing this… I felt I kept telling people I don’t understand you, I don’t know what it is you are trying to tell me. This brought up feelings of frustration and feeling stupid and that slowly led me in my quiet times trying to figure out what the problem was. Most of my discovery came through research and continued reading on dyslexia. I am in the process of trying to find out why Joshua struggles with some things. And in talking to the dyslexia center and having Joshua take a test with a speech pathologist I began to understand that the way we hear and process sound is a part of dyslexia and so I started to realize some auditory struggles I have.

If any of my kids even have a mild form of dyslexia I want to be on it like butter on a biscuit and get them the tools and help needed. I don’t want them to feel like I did or even come close to any of the struggles I had. There are more tools and help today than there was for me and J and I are blessed to have the financial resources to test or get any help that might be needed.

I often wonder what my education would have looked like if 30 years ago they knew what they know now about dyslexia, had all the tools and trained teachers that there is now…. my parents were supportive, helpful and understanding but like anything else knowing what to do when and having the right tools is crucial not to mention testing is expensive and schools don’t test early enough leaving families to fork over $600+ or wait till there is a huge learning deficit when they school might test without charge. Maybe I would have finished college….maybe the negative chatter in my head would have not been there….who knows. But I enjoy the life I have today and being real about my struggle and how it made me feel is a baby step towards tearing down a wall.

08
Apr
13

Urban Dictionary

Who writes this stuff? Who comes up with these definitions? I don’t know I haven’t really ever used Urban Dictionary but I have a preteen and apparently she does. She sent me a text the other night with the urban dictionary meaning to my name. Little does she know I more than needed to read this and even more needed to read her comment “mom that is totally you!” on the day she sent it.

I sat there and bawled for a few minutes. I was touched to my core that this is how she sees me that she would let me know she totally agrees with this. (Forget there are other meanings to my name in urban dictionary because I know you are probably looking it up or at least your name anyway, this is the only one I am going to focus on…)

Bronwyn

Meaning; woman with a heart after God. She loves her coffee the color of her skin and she simply adores chocolate. She is loyal to her friends and family. She is blessed and growing. Most men like a Bronwyn, because she’s intelligent, sexy, articulate, dresses to the 9s, has a gorgeous smile, loves to laugh, and there are so many other things to love about her. She is the best friend that anyone could ever hope to have. If you have a Bronwyn and you are far from her, you will suffer some misery because you miss her so much

Why did I need to hear this that day? I am doing a study called Unglued by Lysa TerKeurst. It’s about identifying the moments and why you come unglued, snap, fly off the handle….etc… and then how to change our thinking so we do not fly off the handle.

OK, for about 4 weeks I sat in the study not relating, I am a stuffer so it takes A LOT to get me to fly off the handle at someone. I made it clear I didn’t want to be there and was unsure about this because I didn’t want any issues. Change is hard and it creates issues so I sat and listened. In the listening I started to learn more about myself, seeing how stuffing can be the same as coming unglued sometimes. But the Wednesday Taylor sent me that text I was vulnerable with the group about my poor self-image and how negative talk from my childhood has been tattooed in my mind. An exercise we did (well, I didn’t) was to choose 3 words from a long list we wanted to be our words. Words like secure, faithful, creative, encourager, and the list went on. I admitted I couldn’t chose any word because I didn’t see myself as any of that or that I could be that due to years of negative stuff. So hearing my daughter say she thinks the above meaning is me, how she sees me meant the world to me because it’s hard to see and understand how others see you if you see yourself the complete opposite. I have always been afraid of how my kids will view me, remember me because I have had a few freaked out, go loco on my kids about big things and small things, have a standard for things and I have tried to get them to see how things “should” be…and I fear that’s all they remember and therefore view me through those lenses.

Thank you Taylor, I love you and am glad you see me that way.

She also added “the last line describes daddy right now too…” sweet of her, J travels often and he misses home greatly while he is away.

05
Apr
13

Oh the things I could write…

I love reading those blogs where people pour out their real self. They let you into their life and show you the best of them, the worst and the downright ugly. I like to know the real-ness of people and not the sugar-coated crap they like to tell everyone or how they exaggerate their life a bit on social media sites. I feel close to those strangers who are real and pour out their heart and soul and all their flaws… I can relate to them. I can see myself in parts of their life because I have been there, felt that or done that thing that you wonder if you should even verbalize it to your BFF.

My mind often wanders to all the real stuff I could post here…but then I don’t. Sometimes I do, most times I keep it all in my head. I am still not comfortable with airing my real-ness, my weakness and my own crazy. Pour me a cup of coffee or a glass of wine and start chatting… eventually I will open up given there are no interruptions and something doesn’t strike me in a way that a wall goes up so fast I have no idea I built it. Frankly, I have less than 10 people I have been so open with in my 36 years and I am sure I wasn’t as open as I thought I was.

From early on in my childhood I remember having a sense of building walls and not letting anyone in. It started with words people would say to me, negative talk, destructive chatter. I tried to be better so I could get recognition from them, affirmation, prove them wrong… If I had a to do list, a plan on how to behave, act, work I was good. If I execute the plan then I am OK. I wouldn’t doubt that I took my parents instructions for using manners, being polite and respectable to the level of ‘look perfect and be perfect.’ (They never said those words, they never expected that… I just know I felt that’s what I had to do) I struggle today with perfectionism in many areas as well as self-image. I know the times and events that helped sky-rocket these things to the level they are today. But addressing them, confronting them and changing is not pleasant, it’s uncomfortable, painful, embarrassing…and so on… none of which make it easy for someone who is a conflict avoider, stuffer and just wants to move on…Then there are those life events that were so painful, that cut you to the core that a wall was put up and you never let anyone in. It was for my own protection, to seem strong and to guard the intense pain I felt at that moment. Once you start building walls that’s all you do, it’s hard to stop. When you try, or begin to chip them away and you are hurt, offended you build it quicker and stronger…

Oh the things I could write on here when I get past my own self and decide to just put it out there, be accountable…the funny part is 4 of my 6 readers of this blog are family…so no one will know any more today than yesterday… Some family members may not believe I put these thoughts to pen, not sure if any of it will be news for them either. Aren’t you the last to find out how you are, everyone else can see it, right?! But I find writing it down is cathartic and although I have journaled on occasion it’s not the same as purging when someone else might just understand you, maybe, when you hope you hear an “I can relate, I thought I was all alone in my struggle. I do the same thing. I now understand how my spouse or friend feels”

Journaling is cheaper than therapy it is also easier than speaking. There are no interruptions or others opinions being thrown in causing you to get side tracked, forget your thought process etc… I don’t mind the thoughts of others I just like to get it all out then chat about it… OK, maybe chat about it. I can get defensive real quick, in fact maybe I just start out defensive because I have  tattoos that have become a permanent part of my thinking about myself and how others view me that before a conversation starts I am assuming you think this or that about me…then there is the fact that a lot of times I do not fully understand what someone else is saying which leads to other thoughts or feelings, frustration and then I wanna be done with it altogether due to those tattoos… (I say tattoos because it describes how etched things are in my mind, how things changed me and the difficulty to get rid of them. Tapes can be thrown out, erased…tattoos take time, can be painful to remove)

I know in my head that if I get these things out I could feel better, the load could be lighter and I just might be able to fix a few things. The way I relate to others may improve and maybe myself talk, self-image could look better. It all starts somewhere and baby steps are just fine…it’s the keep moving forward that I get hung up on. I may start but I usually fall back a bit or stop altogether when it gets too uncomfortable. But raising 4 kids, 3 who are girls, who I want to be bold, confident and secure and I want all 4 to be fully able in a healthy manner to convey who they are, how they feel and what they want so all of their encounters and relationships have less hills and valleys and less walls than I have I know I need to keep moving forward.

Over the years of knowing my husband (he has a minor in psychology and can speak freely and let others know his thoughts with more ease) I slowly see how my lack of being able to express myself, how I feel, is an issue. I have seen it for a while but I tend to act like an ostrich with its head in the sand. Of course, this is more evident when we are embroiled in a discussion that turns emotional. I don’t see those times coming in advance to stop them…. I am lucky he has put up with me for the 16 years he has known me. He has dealt with my walls and dealt with the pain of being on the other side. He tries to help me break them down, and I am thankful for that. I have also seen counselors various times for various reasons and been in Bible studies or groups to assist with the process. It’s not that the stuff doesn’t work I just don’t let it work. But, this week some things have hit me, sunk in like they haven’t before. Things have been revealed through my own reading, from the study I am in right now, from a conversation J and I had a few nights ago… there has been self realizations and finally getting some of the stuff I have heard for a long time….

So here I am airing a few things to people I know and don’t know, getting it out of the four walls in my home and those who live here. I know I am loved and safe with my husband and kids- its mostly the rest of the world I fear for not liking me. I am trying to be open, really open and vulnerable, trying to improve, trying to just get the ugly out and being OK that you will either love it or hate it and your view of me not affecting me, and trying to be secure in all my strengths and weaknesses.

One wall at a time…

26
Mar
13

Sweet memories and a trip down memory lane

Bittersweet, oh such bittersweet memories… tonight I was emailing a dear girlfriend from CA. We swapped pictures of our kids…I was taken back by how gorgeous and big her kids have gotten.  I sat there and cried. I miss them terribly and I was flooded with sweet memories of the play dates we had, baby sitting each other’s kids so parents could go on a date, all our girl nights and sweet closeness I shared with her and a few other gals.

Moving from there was so hard for me… I didn’t want to go but knew it was for the best for my family. I haven’t been back in a long while. Often I hope and pray Jason will be home long enough and other details work out so I can spend time out there with them. I knew what we shared was good; time hasn’t made it any easier. Plus, a dear friend I made here in TX moved to PA in late 2010 and that added to that sorrow of beautiful, sweet and dear friends living far away.

I am thankful that via social media we can stay connected. I am thankful I can send a quick text when I think of them but there is nothing that replaces sharing a morning over coffee and living life together.




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