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I am a 39 yr. old stay at home mom to 3 girls ages 10, 9 and 7. My goal is to be fit by 40! I want to lead a healthier lifestyle. I was banded on 4/5/2011. I tend to be a bit on the sarcastic and cynical side. I love to read, hate to excersise (but am learning to tolerate it!), love to shop and want to smack anyone who is a size 2 (not really!). I am learning to work with my band and my new self one day at a time!

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Making Memories

Well, I only hit the snooze button ONCE this morning.  Which means I did make it to boot camp at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m.  But, I feel very strong.  And quite awesome.  Hmmmmm.  There is something to this empowering workout.

Monday, I will admit I was in a funk.  A deep funk.  I was genuinely mad at my scale (which said up 3 lbs.) because I have been sweating like a pig and getting up at the crack of dawn to gain 3 lbs.????  Yeah, I was mad.  Mad that I had 3 lbs. of water retention (PMS)  and mad that my sleep was being interrupted.  Just mad.  I guess we can all have an off day once in awhile. 

But, I did workout Monday.  And to be honest, I missed boot camp.  And I worked out yesterday (because I vowed not to be lazy).  Then this morning, boot camp.  No slacking for me.

When I got home this morning at 6:45 a.m.  there was a little soon to be 8 yr. old staring at me from my chair (her b'day is Friday...believe me when I say, she won't let us forget).  She snuggled in my chair with me and commented on my lovely sweatiness.  I am a sweater.  Yep.  One smelly mama.

Anyway, Georgia wanted to walk, after I just got back from boot camp.  And every part of my body just wanted to chill out in my chair with my coffee and watch the Today Show.  But I didn't.  Because her little face was staring at me.

So we walked down our country road.  Hand in hand.  Talking about important 7 year old stuff like Barbies, puppies, crickets and other stuff that was really important to her.

And as I held her little hand, I thought to myself..................

These are the moments I will hold dear.  That I will wrap up with a beautiful bow and keep close to my heart.   These wonderful times with my daughter.  They are my ultimate motivation for staying healthy. 

It never ceases to amaze me that in the process of saving my own life I have saved my whole family.  My health is a gift that keeps on giving.

12 comments:

  1. Ok, this is too creepy! Your daughter and my son have the same birthday...how crazy is that? Proud of you for making it to boot camp and my scale is up 2 lbs this morning in sympathy PMS gain even though I've worked out the past 2 days (kettlebells on Monday and 4 mile walk yesterday)...go figure...

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  2. What a beautiful post - you have indeed saved your family :) There are a few moments like that with my DD (who leaves for college in 2 weeks - ACK!) - and I can remember telling myself "remember this."

    And WOOT for making it to boot camp - you go girl!

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  3. Awe... My little one will be 1 on Friday as well! :) Seems to be a popular birthday! That's the same reason I chose the lap-band, to be there for my daughters...to teach them how to be good to their bodies. :)

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  4. ah made me tear up! so true so true!!!

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  5. That's beautiful. I know she'll cherish that memory forever. :)

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  6. Just letting ya know I'm up at 445 off to personal training by 530 and home a t 645 too. We are on the same schedule.

    I got no little girl time though. :( .....

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  7. It seems like just yesterday I was holding my baby's hand. And then in the blink of an eye he grew up on me. It goes by way to quickly.

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  8. I love this! What a great gift you gave to yourself and your family!

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  9. what a great memory to make... totally gave me warm fuzzies :)

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  10. lovely, those are those moments aren't they.

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