Motivation for Change

Here’s the deal. I am fat. I need to lose weight, and no one can tell me any differently. I think I have bored by boyfriend with countless conversations about me losing weight, and never really tackling the problem. I endeavored to win with Weight Watchers before my surgery. There, with no working out, I lost about 5 pounds in the 5 weeks, not including the 8 that was taken with my surgery. That is all fine and dandy, but my motivation subsided when real results were not given, and I grew tired of trying to plan my meals. My mistake. Seriously. I gained the weight I had lost, along with the weight chopped off, almost. Sickening.


So…here is my plan. I am going to lose weight. My goal is completely attainable, and motivating. I have a great gym membership, for pennies a month, and have people to back me up. Mom & Dad, I need your support. Mom, ask me to go bike riding, please. I have a perfectly good bike, good legs, and great sweat glands. I can do it. Morgan? You are my biggest fan, and while I am unable to see your awesome face, keep me in line buddy, with texts and phone calls. Please help me attain my goal. I will send picks and measurements upon request :) Aunt Sherry? Keep me going. You, I see almost every week, and while I don’t need you to tell me how much “better” I look, I need you to ask me how I am doing. Don’t let me fabricate my results. Make me be honest with myself.

I can do this. I can do this. I WILL DO THIS!

My goal weight is 75.2 pounds less than what I weight right now. (And, NO, I am not divulging my current weight to all of you. Buzz off if you think I am sharing that kind of nonsense. It’s embarrassing.) It’s attainable, I swear, and it will make me weigh about what I did when I was a sophomore in high school. Having less chest will help too.

By Christmas of this year, I want to weigh 20 pounds less. I think I can do that. No, I KNOW I can do that.

I want to share this picture with you; it was given to me by a gal at work. It’s motivation enough, and if I can get my swimming/marching band legs and muscles back, I am in it to win it, folks.

Here I go! And... Break!



The Wind

http://www.cmt.com/videos/zac-brown-band/811109/the-wind.jhtml#artist=3096016

For The Sake of My Title

I just realized that my blog is named “The WEEKLY Court.” Hmm.. must mean at one time I was meaning to post a blog once a WEEK. Ha! A lot of good that little reminder did me.


Since my last post, a lot has happened. The weekend after the 4th, we had a baby shower for my sister and her husband, as they will welcome baby girl, Mia Rene into this world in mid-November. It was great to spend time with my sister’s and their families, since as you all may know (or not), everyone has moved out the state, except for me. Morgan now lives in Denton, TX, and goes to UNT. Lauren lives in Longview, TX with her husband, and soon to be freshly hatched Miss Mia. Adrian lives in Columbia, MO with her husband and my niece, Julianna. Every chance I get, to see my siblings; I take, because I miss them beyond reason, sometimes. (**sniff**)

Anyway, enough with that.

My dad had his 60th birthday on July 5th. I had the 4th off work, and hung out with the family coming in town for the rest of the week. We had dinner the night of Dad’s birthday, and then had a huge family/friend birthday party for him the night of Lauren’s shower. It had been in the upper 90’s to almost 100 when people were in town, and the heat index did not help. By the time 6:30p or so, rolled around, Saturday night, I was ready to head for home. I was exhausted! Even, though it was hot, I still enjoyed the time spent with my family. It’s nice to have them around, like old times!

Since then, I have been back to work, have hung out with Anne and Miss Bailey Babe, and had my 3 month post-op appointment with Dr. Ganske. The appointment went well, and I do not have to see Dr. Ganske again for a year! Hopefully by then, I will be thinner, more toned, and feel better about myself. I do, however, feel wonderful after my surgery. Honestly, it took me so long to even inquire about the surgery, and when I finally did, I was pleasantly surprised and so happy when I decided to go through with it. Not a day goes by where I don’t look back and realize it was not that bad, it was easy. I would do it again.

Well, that is it in a nutshell, for now. I’ll be back… maybe even next week!

P.S. I want to start sharing the movies, shows, and music I have watched, discovered or purchased. This last two weeks, I have watched the 4th season of Damages (AMAZING!), purchased the new Zac Brown Band Album, and watched the 2011 version of the Three Musketeers, The Sitter, and U.S. Marshals (it was on TV one day). I wouldn’t watch the sitter if you don’t like bad words and a lot of people talking about drugs… ha! …No really, I’m serious. Don’t watch it.

Ann & Andy (Raggidy?)

I find myself saddened today.

I don't think it's fair the way people are treated in this world. News included.
I do not agree with what Ann Curry was put through on the Today show. I tend to watch the Today show while getting ready in the mornings, and while I know NBC did not think she fit the bill, they should have given her a better send off. 15 years of her life was spent on that morning show couch, and she had to be publicly humiliated on national morning television, and was asked to say her goodbye in a mere 40 seconds. Give me a break. I liked her. I thought she was smart, very attractive, and someone I would love to sit and have a cocktail or a coffee with. I am so sorry Ann, and I hope you teach NBC a lesson... somehow. I know she still has a spot and new title with NBC news, however, I don't think things were handled well, and I do not agree with how NBC handled themselves. It' crap. (Just Sayin')

On to Andy :)
I remember the times spent on Aunt Sherry's couch watching what was once Morgan, Aunt Sherry, and my favorite show, the Andy Griffith Show. We loved little Ron Howard the whole gang, summed up with the Dad, Sheriff, heart-throb, and all around good-guy Andy Griffith. I loved that show, and even today, when I caught random glimpses into the past while flipping through channels, I would stop and watch the episode.
Rest peacefully, Andy, and thanks for making TV clean fun for my brother and I! You will be missed, Mr. Matlock.