tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45266884114961432992024-03-13T08:42:45.643-07:00The Beat that is LifeBeckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-54677757372433622612016-10-07T11:23:00.000-07:002016-10-07T11:23:19.428-07:00Glow baby Blow<div class="MsoNormal">
First official Glow run in the books. Don’t know if I will do it again next year,
but it was fun. 1500 people were there
and I have never seen two girls take so many selfies. Michele started photo
bombing them. Which was funny, but didn’t
stop them, so it made it even more fun for her.
The girls were all decked out in glow sticks. Michele and I were glowy but not as glowy as
some people. It was a glowing good time
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The silly string section was SO much fun, went past a lonely
DJ trying to get people to stay and dance to the music but nobody wanted
to. Glowing beach volleyballs and glow
sticks galore all over the course and the final leg of the course was a foamy
good time. Although they could have
placed the foam in different spot since you couldn’t see the curb of the
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Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-73690693683038929192016-09-30T10:18:00.001-07:002016-09-30T10:18:45.212-07:00Tiddly Bits<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Every run I have done up until this point have been fairly
uneventful. Unless you count blisters,
nothing major has happened yet (thank goodness). The most that has ever happened has either
been a bad bra or bad shoes. I have
never had a good bra and good shoes at the same time. Well, that has changed. The run I did for Ovarian Cancer was a rockin
one as I had a good bra AND good shoes. It
was a great run. So my next run, I brace
the girls in said good bra and lace up the good shoes and out I go. This one was for Breast Cancer (it is that
time of year, and I do it honor of a friend who kicked cancers ass.) My girlfriend takes off to do her race and I
take off to mine. At mile one things
started to feel a little weird and then it happened…my good bra broke. I found some bushes to tuck behind and fix
it. Great, girls are secured again, so
off I go to make up time. Not so fast…get
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There was no stopping at that point. I had to self support the girls,
strategically place the water bottle for extra support and keep on
truckin. I was amazed my timing wasn’t
worse. I thought it would be terrible, but considering my malfunction I did
good. Normally my finish photos are arms
up in celebration, but not this one.
This has to be my favorite so far because of the story behind it. Thank goodness the reason for the race was to
keep the girls healthy. This is the best
support they have had since I started running.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The decorations have come out and started going up. So excited about the two new editions this
year too. A 7ft tall Grim Reaper and 3
witch sisters stirring a pot. Some
planning and restructuring is needed this year and of course webbing needs to
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever cry into a bowl of garlic mashed potatoes because somebody made you feel
bad? Neither have I until last night.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
usually get self-destructive when stuff like this happens (like drinking, don’t
have any yard work to do since I live in the f-ing suburbs (not that I would be
able to do it anyways, it would wake grouchy), shopping with money I shouldn’t
spend) and thought I had a handle on my emotional eating (was triggered by
stress, going to the gym and running took care of that).</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But last night was a whole new world for me
and I did not like it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is very new
territory that I have to get a handle on super quick.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should have went for a run but I
didn’t.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I cried in a bowl of garlic mashed
potatoes while watching My 600lb Life.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
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that I have worked so hard for internally.
The negative thoughts are starting to creep back in. Get so angry at myself for stupid stuff,
nothing is ever good enough, it can always be better, the walls are starting to
get stronger again and I feel myself starting to push people away. This is not good and I need to get a handle
on it. These last few months have been
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"Your not good enough." Heard this a lot while growing up. It takes a huge toll on a person. I developed the attitude of “If you don’t
like me for me then I don’t want you in my life.” I am trying to pass this along to my nieces
as they are at the age where they are trying to find themselves and maneuver the
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As of lately I have been feeling like I am not good enough
in almost everything that I do. The only
person I don’t feel this way around is my husband. My twin is an amazing mom (I don’t have kids
but if I did, I would want to be like her), my other sister has lost so much
weight and looks amazing, my friend that I go running with is amazing on her
own (she runs half marathons, does duathelons and the occasional century
ride). I try to hide certain feelings
and think I am doing a pretty good job.
I just stay quiet and pretty much do my own thing. Am quiet because the world is noisy enough
and am sick of being talked over, so I just listen and observe (you can learn
so much from that). I’m better off doing
my own thing anyways, because that means I am my own competition and love being
by myself. It’s comfortable and I have
some of the best conversations. Granted,
they are one sided, but they are the best.
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I try to be the best sister, daughter, wife, friend that I
can. Am still feeling bad about a
couple things that happened a few weeks ago that I cannot change. I just keep thinking, if I can be there for
one, why couldn’t I have been there for the other. Does that make me a bad person that I wasn’t
able to be there? Does that make me
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One thing that has really bugging me lately is when I share
something of mine that I have been doing for a while then somebody comes along,
takes up whatever it is and brags that they have done whatever better. GOOD FOR YOU!! So then I start to feel inadequate. Like I’ve been doing this for a while and
can’t get to that level, so why are they when they just started. I should take it a compliment, after all,
imitation is the best form of flattery.
If I think of it that way, am I good enough to inspire somebody? I never thought I was inspirational. I’ve always thought of myself as a
fighter. Constantly fighting those who
say I’m not good enough, those who say I can’t do something, those who say I
will never be able to do what they do. I
might not be able to do something, but you bet your ass I will try and if I am
able to make you eat your words, I hope they taste good going down. Because you will eat them. I will make sure of that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, don’t get me wrong, I am happy for them that they
accomplished what they have done, and celebrate with them. I should be inspired by some (which I am) and
happy that I inspired someone to give whatever a try and was successful. I know this is all in my head and I am good
at being me, in fact, I am great at being me.
It’s what I do best. I need to
stop holding myself to their standards as the ones I set for myself are high
enough. I need to focus on inspiring my
nieces to be the best version of themselves while they are growing up in a
world that is teaching them to do opposite.
I need to refocus myself, my feelings and tell that evil voice of my
mother that I am good enough, if not better than what I think and to shut hell
up. What others say and do is how they
perceive themselves I cannot help that.
I can only help me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My weekend started out with wine, food and great friends on
Friday night. I haven’t seen them for a
while, so there was a lot of catching up to do and quite a bit of wine was
drunk between the three of us. Never
mind that I had a run to do at 8am the next morning, I still had a great time
with catching up and laughing. When I
got home it was almost 11pm and my husband was sound asleep. Well, that was until I went to bed. Usually I give him a kiss and a snuggle, but
not Friday night. I tapped his arm a few
times and was out. It pained me to get
up at 5:30am and I felt terrible. But I
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My girlfriend showed up at 7am, I told her that I was
feeling icky from drinking last night and she said the run would do me good and
I could sweat it out. So off we went to
go run in Bubbles (more on that in a bit).
She was right, not only did I have a great run, but I felt so much better
afterwards. Whether or not I do that
again, is a different story. I prefer to
rest before a run, but more than likely I will do that again as it was a great
source of carbs and I did have a great run.<o:p></o:p></div>
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in March my nieces school was doing a fund raiser, so they had their second
annual mud run. Now this is a fundraiser
I can totally get behind and every school should do it. Not only does it promote kids being active,
but also encourages the parents to get out there and be active with the kids. AND it’s for a good cause. We have always participated in the fundraisers
the nieces do. They know they can count
on us to help them reach their goal and support their cause. The run was held at the school and we had an
hour to play in the mud pits and jump over obstacles before the second wave was
released. What started out as a serious
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very first Mindful Triathelon. First we
ran a 5k, then did yoga (my first official yoga class) and a meditation. It was great.
I loved it. Went with a co-worker
who does yoga, so she guided me through that portion, and this was her first 5k
and she rocked it. Was so proud of her.
We got a taste of what </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">each
other does in their spare time and it was great.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">Am not that flexible, but that’s okay, it was
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I took the opportunity to also use the mud run to also
complete my virtual run for Girls Run the World. I am a Flex it Pink girl and they do the best
virtual runs. You have a week to
complete it and it’s always for a great cause as well. So I did my miles and sent them a muddy
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was my fun with Bubbles. It was
great. My girlfriend Sandi that I go
running with has never done a run like this before. She normally does the regular courses. She had a blast. We got to run through waterfalls of bubbles
of different colors. 3.1 miles of bubbly
fun. The crowd was very interesting to
watch. There were people in costumes,
some guy with a huge cat face cutout over his head. People with strollers and nothing to protect
the little babies faces from the stinky bubbles (they did stink). We were let loose in 15 minutes waves and we
were in the third wave. This was a great
run because of the night of drinking before and I had to get it out of my
system. I had also forgot my water bottle
so Sandi played coach and was squirting water at me to drink. Lesson learned: NEVER forget your water
bottle or gum. Gum is important to keep
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was another run. I was tired from Friday
night and the hectic Saturday only to get up early again and go run. This time
it was at the state capital and at a fitness festival put on by Kaiser. Sandi ran the 10k and I ran the 5k. Not quite ready for a 10k yet. At least that’s what my brain tells me, my
body may say something different. I
could feel how tired I was at 1.5 miles, but at that point I told myself to
still do my best and I was halfway done.
That was the longest final 1.5 miles I experienced in quite awhile. I knew I was almost done when I could hear
the microphone guy and the crowd got louder.
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It’s not the best time, but it’s my worst to date. I have a goal to get back to 37 minutes and
then will knock it down again. All in
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<b><o:p></o:p></b>Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-83106779283454781872016-04-11T13:42:00.001-07:002016-04-11T13:42:23.460-07:00Weekend eating spree…ugh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just when I thought I was getting my eating habits back
under control, the cravings came just in time for the weekend. Lucky me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t drink nearly as much water on the weekends
like I do during the week, so that has been a challenge but was getting
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have started bringing my
lunches again, so that is another bonus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As I control what is going in my food and I only have a half an hour
lunch now (got my work hours changed so I can leave earlier YAY.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was feeling great, not bloated or
blech.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then here comes the weekend….the stupid chocolate donuts
that my husband brings home, the stupid Jalapeno Cheetos that hubby’s friend
introduced us to (they are good and it’s almost as bad as my past Nacho Cheese
Dorito habit I worked so hard to kick), microwave popcorn and more
Cheetos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not to mention going out to eat
at Mongolian BBQ, then again for breakfast and having a very fattening yet so
good Shrimp and Eggs Benedict with amazing potatoes and a mimosa to wash it all
down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How much water did I have to drink
over the weekend?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would equal it to a
glass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did have an apple, so that
counts as healthy right?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So now I am dealing with the after effects, feeling bloated,
blech and sluggish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t hungry for breakfast
as I feel so icky from this weekend, but knew I had to eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am drinking so much water I feel like I’m
going to float away and am trying to get back on track.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t wait to get back to the gym so I can
work off this icky and really need to get my eating back under control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They say that exercise is 20% of it and the
other 80% is your diet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh my hell, that
is the hardest part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have the exercise
part down, although I have been slacking on the weekends as it’s my only time
to clean and Sunday is the only full day I get with my husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know…excuses, excuses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I can go for a run before I clean or if it’s going to be a lazy Sunday I
can go then or even after hubby goes to bed. My brain knows this but my heart
tells me “Nah girl you are good today, just chill.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I do, then regret it and get mad at myself
for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would like to say I won’t do this again, but I know it’s
not true because everybody has a relapse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Since spring has sprung all the good fruits and veggies are now coming
back, I can keep more of those in the house and munch on those instead of those
stupid donuts and Cheetos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More
strawberries and vanilla yogurt instead of vanilla ice cream.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-6640373447188988522016-03-28T09:38:00.001-07:002016-04-07T20:46:14.898-07:00Motivating<div class="MsoNormal">
So I completed another 5k on Saturday and have one every
month for the next 3 months. I was so
excited to find out that not only did I place 7<sup>th</sup> in the 40-44 age
group, but I completed it in 37 minutes.
I knocked 6 minutes off my time. The
first one I did, I ran in it 43 minutes.
I was so shocked when I saw my time.
I couldn’t believe it. Sandi
keeps me inspired and is encouraging when we run. She has accomplished so much in her journey
and has taken me under her wing to teach me what she knows. I love that woman!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-37185648553957032272016-03-22T12:35:00.000-07:002016-03-22T12:35:11.250-07:00A letter to myself
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dear self,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know you have struggling with getting things back on track
like your nourishment and exercise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
going to remind you of something. You have come a long way in your life and
have achieved so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially in the
last year when you started your new journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You are inspired and inspiring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember
how much you hurt and how tired you always were?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, remember how good you felt?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You had energy and were as pain free as you
could be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The feeling of being sore the
day after your workout was fantastic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember
that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t give up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know you are struggling right now, but you
will get past this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just keep going even
on the days you don’t want to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You have
yet to regret that time that you did go, yet do regret when you didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are amazing, strong and so much better physically and
mentally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No longer do you hear the
voices in your head saying you can’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Now it’s turned into “You’ve got this.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You love the feeling you get during and after your workouts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of your motivational bracelets you have,
wear them again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is your reminder
to either not quit or give it just a little bit more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No excuses remember?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You might not get that body that you see with
the muscle definition or the six pack abs, but you will have the body that is
meant for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A strong, healthy,
amazingly wonderful body that won’t be out of shape and feel blah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How excited did you get when you noticed that
you didn’t have that dreaded muffing top and weren’t tugging on your shirts all
the time to pull them back down?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Remember that feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You have it in you do this and stick with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stop making excuses and do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is said that it is easier to keep going
than to quit and start over again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well,
in a way you are starting over again and it’s proven to be hard to get back on
track.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t quit, you are so much
better than this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Prove them wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But most of all prove yourself wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ignore the crap food at home and focus on the
healthy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can have the crap, just in
a lot smaller portions than you have been.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Everything in moderation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t
deny yourself that craving but don’t indulge in it either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do your Gratitude Journal every night again,
enjoy your hard earned hot bubbles baths with candles and Frankie, your PiYo
program you got..USE IT, go for that run, hell go for a hike and explore
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember YOU GOT THIS!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love you,<br />
Your inner self<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-51705629159875750982015-12-28T10:52:00.000-08:002015-12-28T10:52:22.385-08:002015 <div class="MsoNormal">
This has been a very active year in more ways than one. We
started it off by hiring a trainer, then getting married. Ended it with my uncle and a lung surgery to
remove cancer. In the middle, I made a
new friend, reconnected with old friends, even got to see and hang out with two
of them. Managed to complete four 5k
races (one actual race day and three virtual), got a new boss, new car, lost my
precious little black ninja kitty Bluka (still makes me sad about that one), my
new mother in law passed away and my oldest niece got her first boyfriend. It’s been a very eventful year. When I look back on all of it, I see the
changes within myself both good and bad.
Mostly good but some of the bad still needs to be worked on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My patience have gotten thinner and my ability to keep my
mouth shut is getting harder. Which I
know will get me in some serious trouble if I’m not careful. I have also become selective with what I
share and whom I share it with. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s a good
thing. I know I can have quite the attitude
sometimes and need to get that in check.
Mostly on those days I just leave my headphones in and turn the world
off as much as possible.<o:p></o:p></div>
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2016 is going to start off rather fun. I did sign up for a Duathlon, but feel I am
not ready, so my Du buddy and I are going to go hiking instead. It was free to sign up so no money lost. Am also going on our delayed honeymoon in
February. Cannot wait to see what this
year brings. I know that I will be
focusing on better eating habits and there will be some job changes due to new regulations. That will be exciting yet scary. But I will get to learn new things. Cheers to 2016, new year, new changes, new
start and rolling with the punches!<o:p></o:p></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-52737853761664078632015-12-21T13:57:00.001-08:002015-12-21T13:57:46.592-08:00Keep on Runnin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am finding that the virtual 5k’s are more fun than the
actual big race ones. You have a week to
complete them on your time, your own course.
But the actual big race ones are a lot of fun too. I am just not too fond of big crowds. But that also adds to the excitement.
I just completed a virtual Color Run and had more fun throwing color at
my friend than the actual running part.
I told her that we need to end every run like that. I have one more virtual 5k to do this year
and then kick off 2016 with a Duathelon.
In March I have a Peace, Love, Run to do, then in June it’s a Bubble
Run. Who knows what else I will sign up for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My training at the gym has been stepped up to now include
some Crossfit stuff. LOVE IT!! I love it when the guys stop to stare at the
gal flipping a tractor tire and carrying a 20lb ball of sand across the gym
floor. 20lbs might not seem like a lot,
but when you are tired from flipping a tractor tire, it’s a lot. I am also really going to start focusing on my
eating patterns and habits. So the meal
preps will begin. The combing through
the Weight Watchers cookbooks has begun again.
But am going to be serious about it this time. Am also going to buckle down and get serious
about my running. I want to complete a
10k next and then move onto a 13 miler. That
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Master Trainer has me doing a lot of endurance stuff, he
said he’s going to make a running machine out of me yet. So this is where the eating comes in. Since Saturday nights are my date night with
hubby, I figure that can be my cheat night, but nothing to crazy. My oldest girlfriend has started her journey
to lose weight and get healthy. She
keeps me inspired when I feel a slump coming on. I’m really proud of her as she has lost 25
pounds so far. She is truly an amazing
person with a beautiful heart. She keeps
me from getting too callous at life and people.
I’m excited for her on many levels and am honored she’s sharing her
journey with me. She has many great
things to come her way. She has overcome
so much in her life already and this is her time to shine and finally take care
of herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-30715151788699009302015-11-13T16:20:00.003-08:002015-11-13T16:20:48.891-08:005k Madness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have my first 5k under my sneakers now. I completed my first one in 43 minutes which
is great. Now I have challenged myself
to see if I can beat it. My girlfriend was
with me on my first one and she encouraged me when she could tell I was getting
tired. I did my second one and it was
great. It was a Run for the Boobies and done in honor of a friend’s wife who
battled breast cancer and kicked its ass.
I have signed up for 2 more before the end of the year and a Duathlon
January 2<sup>nd</sup> (what was I thinking).
To kick off 2016 I found two more that I have a signed for as well. Am thinking that it’s almost time to up it to
a 10k instead. We will see how we do on
these next few coming up. I am excited
for the next two coming up as they are virtual runs. So I can complete them on my own time and I
now have a fancy (well not too fancy) heart monitor with a chest strap to keep
me on track and meet some more goals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now with the weather getting colder, I like running outside
more. Something about the cold crisp air
that just keeps me going. The scenery is
rapidly changing from the gorgeous fall colors to the dead of winter. But with that dead comes new growth and with
that comes beautiful change. Am in love
with the change.<o:p></o:p></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-33728659365706897162015-08-21T09:46:00.001-07:002015-08-21T09:46:38.206-07:00Little Bits
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Due to recent events in my life, I have decided that change
is/was needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So that’s what I have
taken the steps to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
re-evaluated some of the things and people in my life, and have come to the
conclusion that some of the things I can do without or just not as often and
some of the people are going to be limited to the happenings in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t look at this as a bad thing, I feel
that this needs to be done once in awhile for a happier healthier me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have always admired women who wear what
they want regardless of the reactions they get.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have almost always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As for the gym, it’s always been tank top,
black bottoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never stray from the black
bottoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well last night I strayed and
was a little afraid to leave the bathroom and walk out in public.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had the song “Itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow
polka dot bikini” going through my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She put on this bathing suit then ran for cover because of what others
would say.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I took a deep breath, looked at my bracelet "Now or Never", then out the door I went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Didn’t think anything of it really until I
got the gym. I was self conscious at first then started my work out and that’s
when the self confidence came out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a couple
more patterned pants that I have always been afraid to wear, but after last night,
not anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s amazing what a change
in the normal comfort zone can do for your self esteem.</span></div>
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<strong>Plank up – what the hell!!<o:p></o:p></strong></div>
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</span>I recently told my trainer that it was time to step it up
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So he took that challenge and ran
with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> A plank up is a plank but push up style. So you get in plank position, then lower yourself and back up into plank position. </span>The last few sessions of these I have
felt like I needed to crawl back to my car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But it’s the days after that really kick my ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He first pushed me to do 3 sets of 20 (was excited for the breaks in between).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh my hell I thought I was going to die.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were hard and I didn’t think that I was
going to be able to do the last five.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I pushed through and then thought to myself that it was a piece of
cake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then last night he challenged me
to do a straight 50, no breaks in between just go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Challenge accepted
and Holy Hannah!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I was done, I sat
up, smiled and told him “piece of cake.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He told me that is the most any of female clients have done and the
new challenge has been set for 100.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again,
challenge accepted as I am no quitter.</div>
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Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-41095510709840039382015-08-03T16:47:00.000-07:002015-08-03T16:47:29.557-07:00Back to me
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I felt like I have been on the edge for quite a while now
and almost jumped off it when it was review time at work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got a not so nice review from my boss (who
is no longer my boss) and things at home were getting a little tense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had pretty much shut down and was just going
through the motions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just wanted to be
left alone to do my thing the best I know how (still do).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then vacation came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh heavenly,
long over due vacation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is
absolutely nothing a road trip with my Pop that cannot be cured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We packed up the Chevy and said “See ya” to
California and drove up to Oregon for week long festivities of hot rod stuff,
deep and light hearted conversations, as well some “A-Ha” moments on both parts
(mostly mine).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Met up with old friends
and checked out a jet boat tour that was absolutely fantastic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After a much needed week and a half off, it was back to the
same old routine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But this time I feel
so much better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am still closed off at
work as it is best considering how I feel about things that have happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My personal life is much calmer now as
well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am back to my goofy self with my
husband and family, and they have really noticed the difference as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have a new strategy with my trainer as far as
eating and exercise go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not that I’m
not shrinking, I am (lost 2 inches from the last time we did weight and
measures) but am not losing weight just yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Which is fine, I feel a lot better and am even amazed I lost that
considering I did almost nothing for a week and ate out that whole week as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But it’s time to step it all up and when I say all, I mean
all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mental and physical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to start working on me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to silence those little voices that
tell me “what the hell were you thinking, that was stupid” when it comes to
taking steps to better myself, “you are not as good as they say” when it comes
to my job, and my favorite “you will never be a good as so-n-so”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That one kills me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do have to admit that I impress the hell
out of myself on occasion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like this
weekend while doing yard work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turned
out a lot better than I thought, I was impressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But at my job, I am always beating myself up
and I really need to stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it is my
goal to end everyday as best as I can and with a “you rocked it today”
attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is going to be easier
said than done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I know I have in me
to do this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-26446627416748514842015-06-23T11:39:00.002-07:002015-06-23T11:39:47.650-07:00Pavement or Dirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Way back when I was in junior high my sisters and I did
cross country running for our after school sport and we kicked ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were consistently in the top 5 and it was
great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come high school though we had
other things to get into so we didn’t do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Now almost 19 year’s later (eek I just dated myself) I am getting back
into it, loving every moment of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
September I have my first 5k.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is
the first one that I have done in a few years that is not the kiddie course or
have obstacles to play on. Don’t get me wrong, those were really fun because I
was doing them with my nieces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But this
one is for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To prove that I do still
have it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">While I’m training to get my ass back into shape to be able
to actually run the full 3.5 miles I have been plagued by really sore hip joints
the day after running. Shin splints are much more tolerable than hip joint
pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least to me they are, and my
shin muscles are getting stronger so it’s not bad anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the hip pain…Holy Hannah!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sundays are usually my rest days, but since I
was frustrated with hubby I decided to go for a run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started out walking to get the blood flowing
and all warmed up then started my running route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have discovered that I actually run better
and longer on dirt than on pavement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This brings me back to my cross country days as the scenery is much better
on dirt trails than pavement and you get to jump over tree roots and
rocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is just fun and adds a bit
of a challenge as you try to not trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve
noticed my body is getting stronger each time I go out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is also fueling my old desire to get out
and run more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sunday I was proud of
myself as I ran a total of 1.5 miles out of the full 4 mile route I chose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Not too shabby for a gal that just started a
little over a month ago and could barely run 20 feet without feeling like I was
going to pass out from breathing so hard. </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The best part about it is my hip joints barely
hurt the next day unlike when I run on pavement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So from now on, I will be running on dirt or
grass, exploring the horse trails and staying off the pavement unless there is
no other option.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can deal with the pain
later as it’s usually nothing a hot bath can’t cure.</span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-78288485793968759012015-06-05T11:00:00.002-07:002015-06-05T11:00:16.735-07:00So mad at myself
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So last night was weight and measurement night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I usually get nervous on these nights as I
don’t want to see the results.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
sometimes it’s not that bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well,
except for last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was doing
great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was eating like I was supposed
to and exercising my ass off (it was shrinking).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then…WHAM!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so disappointed with myself last
night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could tell Master Trainer was
disappointed as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I kept up the exercise and was slowly starting to get back
into my old eating habits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the
week it’s super easy, I can control it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But it’s the weekends that I have issues with now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess I still have the mentality of “I can
eat anything and work it off later”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Okay, that’s fine but I’m not 20 something anymore and I can’t eat just
anything and work it off later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
weekends are going to a huge challenge as everybody slacks off on the
weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a given.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Weekends are time to relax, enjoy and just go
with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stay active, but don’t eat
well enough for my body to start dropping like it should have done
already.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As my trainer put it, my body
is happy where it’s and doesn’t want to change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And why should it if I don’t force it too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So tonight the fridge gets purged and my beloved husband can
have his chocolate and sweet things as long as it stays off of my shelf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out go the sweet thing and in come the
healthy fruits and veggies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m thinking
maybe we should put the sweet stuff in the garage fridge and the healthy stuff
in the house so that way I have to really think about it and if it’s worth the
time to go out there when I can grab a snack right then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That might be a good idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will have to think this one over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-66343466173001675902015-06-03T11:07:00.000-07:002015-06-03T11:18:21.968-07:00Let's start from the beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s a very good place to start (Sound of Music is stuck in
my head now).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always had a
distorted body image, but then again who doesn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even when I was a size 2, I thought I was
fat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Its amazing things you hear as a
child that roll over into adulthood and you still believe it even people tell
you different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s those stinky little
voices that just won’t be quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My sisters and I were always active kids, but then again growing up in the country there was so much to get into. Didn't do much in grade school, but we always kicked ass in the physical fitness tests. Junior high we got into cross country and did well in that, but were not able to keep our grades up enough to continue doing it. Then we moved and were so bored the first summer we were at our new house. We went from almost 10 acres of playground to just 1 and didn't know anybody. Once school started, we made new friends and found some amazing swimming holes that we had to hike too. It was the best of both worlds. Hiking and swimming all day? Sign me up!! Didn't get into sports in high school though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Junior/Senior year in high school my dad and I got really
into bike riding on the weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were up to 100
miles easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mother was afraid that
he was pushing me too much so we both backed off and it made me sad as I loved
every minute of it. Then just stopped altogether. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I graduated
from college, I joined a gym and went faithfully every day after work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt great about myself and started to look
fantastic too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or so I thought until my
brother-in-law that I love dearly told me that I was getting too skinny and
needed to back off just a little bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And then I got in a car accident (one of many and non were serious, just another rear
ender to add to my resume) and the doctor told me that he didn’t want me to go
for a bit as I needed to do physical therapy instead and he didn’t want me to
injure myself further.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I took that as
a sign to just not go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So that’s what I
did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After a couple years, I piggy backed onto my father’s
gym membership at a completely different gym and fell in love with it
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But didn’t go nearly as often as the
first go around, but I still went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then
it became an off and on love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Go for a while,
do really good then not go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This repeated
itself for a long time until I finally just stopped going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I stayed (or tried to) fairly
active.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would go for walks around my
neighborhood or take the occasional spur of the moment hike on some trail
somewhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn't completely
sedentary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">January this year I decided to get my ass back into shape
and hired a trainer. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sister was the
inspiration that I needed to really do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So I started changing my eating habits and was doing well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Could have done better but hey everybody
starts somewhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it’s been proven
if you try to make too many huge changes at once, you fail at them all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was when I got married at the end of
February and saw what I looked like at my ceremony that I really got that swift
kick in the ass to really bear down and do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
I was over weight and out of shape (still am). How the hell did that happen? </span>I was doing great for quite a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was working out 4-5 days a week, eating as best as I could and even
wrote everything down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, that 4-5
days a week turned into 3-4 and my eating was starting to slip a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I decided to sign up for a 5k in
September.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I asked one my girlfriends (who is always road biking,
mountain biking, running in duathelons, marathons and whatever else she can get
into) to join me and to also help train me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She’s an amazing person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s
lost over 100 pounds on her own and is so driven, she inspires me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gladly accepted and this is what we do now on
Monday nights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So now I only go to the
gym 2 nights a week and that’s when I meet with my trainer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My eating is slipping and I’m trying so hard
to keep everything on track.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still
write everything down that I eat and drink.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not only does it look bad on paper, but I am started to feel terrible
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoyed having energy and being
pain free from sitting all day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have never had to worry about these things since I was
lucky when I was younger to have a fast metabolism and be naturally skinny (don’t
know why I thought I was fat).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So now
that I am older I have to watch what I eat and how much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always been fairly active to a point,
but the need has come back to get back into bike riding, the gym and
running.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did all of these things at
one point in my life and really want to get back into it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know where there is a will, there is a
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am finding my way and am excited
to have a new journey in life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being
newly married I was afraid that I was going to lose identity that I had for so
long. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to lose me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But my husband is an amazing man and
encourages me to do what makes me happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some things I have slowly given up or at least don’t do them
as often anymore like my Dimple music runs, and I’m okay with that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those who know me, know that I have more than
enough music to last through a Zombie Apocalypse, but I still do them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just don’t go in with a huge list
anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s only 3-4 now instead of
10.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I now have to get the courage to do
the “before” picture which I am dreading, but want to do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have the exercise part down pretty well I
believe, it’s the other part that comes with it that I now understand why
people say that is the hardest part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Cheers to a new journey in life!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-42132557365990755792015-01-31T19:56:00.003-08:002015-01-31T19:56:30.254-08:00New Journeys, challenges and sadness
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have started a new journey of getting myself
healthier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess you could say this
has been inspired by a couple things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>One being I sit all day and am tired of hurting from it, so I have
decided to do something about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
got a stability ball to sit on at work and go between that and my chair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seems to help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The second one being I am tired of being
tired all the time and don’t like the way I look anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I used to be so active, I don’t know what
happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I have decided to fix that
as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The third one is the
inspiration I have gotten from my sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She’s been going to her trainer for almost a year now and looks
fantastic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time I see her she
looks even better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So these three things
combined have kicked my ass into gear to hire a trainer and get my shit
together again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been changing my
eating habits and can’t say I no longer eat crap, but it’s a lot less
frequent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of going for the chocolate
donuts at night, I go for the sweet baby carrots instead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I made this decision 3 weeks ago and have to say it’s the
best decision I have made yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t
feel guilty about hiring my trainer since I no longer have credit card payments
and don’t have a car payment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I
looked at it as paying off one of my old credit cards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I love my trainer, he’s funny and very
encouraging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I do certain exercises
on my own I can hear him in my head “suck it in and butt butt butt”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Challenges</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The new roommate is leading to some discouraging
challenges.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like him, he’s a nice enough
guy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Narcissistic, but nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Craig and I had two weeks together in our new
home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was excited that Ryan got a new
room he could decorate how he wanted and we had a whole house to
ourselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just us with the occasional
Ryan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life was going to be great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, not so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean life is still great with Craig, just
have the roommate who screwed up his life living with us now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been a little over a month now and he
still has no clue what he’s going to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He thinks he is just going to hang out here until he and the wife figure
out their relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the beginning
I was like “okay then we will put his ass to work”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and now it’s like “oh look he’s home, there
goes my quiet night with Craig.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t know if Craig has spoken with him about how long he
thinks he will be here or what he plans on doing, but I’m thinking if he’s
going to be hanging out here, then he’s going to be paying a portion of all
bills as it’s not fair to Craig and I to pay for everything while he gets the
free ride. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He does the occasional
cooking and grocery shopping, that ‘s it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have no idea how much bills would
have gone up because we haven’t been able to judge that. I do know that I am
dreading the water bill that is coming up.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Sadness</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two weeks ago my beloved sweet little girl Bluka went
missing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first it was both of my
furbabies, but I got Fabio back due to being persistant with the neighbor who’s
garage he was locked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How she could
not hear him meowing or said she didn’t, but I was pushy with her and she
finally let me in so I could get him out and bring him home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so happy to have one back and the
search began for the second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked
the neighborhood so much that first Saturday and Sunday calling her name but
nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did the same thing that first
week, put up flyers that she was missing, stalked the lost pet websites and
still nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Week 2 came and went,
Craig took down the flyers and all I can do is hold out hope that she will come
home and wherever she may be that she is warm, has food and water and is being
loved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I get mad at myself thinking I
shouldn’t have let her out that Thursday night and she would still be
home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fabio is bored and he keeps
checking the house for her. I tell him every time he goes outside to not come
home without her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did get him
microchipped so if he does he get lost again I have a better chance of finding
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss my sweet little spastic
girl.</span><br />
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-80738017051729679262014-12-18T10:19:00.001-08:002014-12-18T10:19:29.354-08:00It's list season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love this time of year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Everybody releases their “Best/Worst of” for the year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything from video games, movies, music,
technology; you name it, they probably have a list for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have already started going through the top
albums and songs for the year from Rolling Stone, Pitchfork, Flavorwire, Yahoo
Music and NPR.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are so many more
lists out there, but these are my favorite ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This gives me a chance to go over what I missed
in the music world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong,
there are a ton of lists out there, but after a while they all start to have
the same artists just in different rankings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I get excited when I do see one of my purchases on a list.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like to think that I made the extra yummy
music choice when this does happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes,
I said yummy music.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After I get all moved in and settled in my new home I will
be spending time scouring my favorite sites again for new/old artists and the
wish list will continue to grow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will
be reviewing these new lists in the process as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot wait to continue to my love of all
music and to have back my long day at work just want to listen to some
Crooners, musical Saturdays, hot bubble baths with Frankie and some candles, iPod
update fests where I spend quite a bit of time combing through what I have,
wiping my iPod clean and reloading it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Feeling like I’ve rekindled an old love interest when I hear a cd that I
haven’t heard in a long time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And will
post my own lists of my favorite top ten songs/albums/artists I think should be
heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My calendar will once again be
filled with new releases and my presence at a different Dimple store will be a
regular occurrence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s good to be
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Thank You music industry
people for your lists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are greatly
appreciated!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-55758236304781385412014-11-15T19:43:00.002-08:002014-11-15T19:43:38.839-08:00Leap of Fatih
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Earlier this year I sold my house and moved in with my fiancé.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a country girl, was raised in the country
and would have loved to stay there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
I moved to the suburbs and became a flatlander.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unsure of how things would play out, I took that leap of faith to move
forward with our relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had no
problems adjusting to each other. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had
the problem adjusting to suburb life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
loud, bright with street lights, no frogs to listen to, hardly any trees
(mostly concrete jungle), crowded and the houses are pretty much piled on top of each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So the search began for a new place to call home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>80 houses were looked at in one form or
another (internet, drive by or actual viewing).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I finally found a place to call home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It’s across the street from creek bed, there are frogs to listen to, its
a nice corner lot so I don’t feel claustrophobic as there is a nice sideyard to
give space between the homes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The backyard
is a little small from what I am used to, but the creek makes up for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Escrow is scheduled to close in December so
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have
a new home, next year the wedding plans start.</span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-3494221843489335752014-11-15T19:41:00.004-08:002014-11-15T19:41:57.506-08:00Jersey Boys
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Craig surprised me with an early birthday present to go see
Jersey Boys live on stage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s the
story of Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They were inducted into the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame back in 1990 and
then one of the original members passed away not to long after.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am a sucker for music back from the 50’s,
60’s and 70’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They stood out due to the
uniqueness of Frankie’s voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned
a lot about the band and the origination of certain songs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved every minute of it and would go see
it again in a heartbeat. I will get the program and the ticket framed and it will go up on the wall.</span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-58242853332348891582014-11-15T19:39:00.001-08:002014-11-15T19:39:10.485-08:00Found 'em
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have my music wish list that I keep and have been slowly
checking off cd’s when I find them. Most of them are out of print and take time
finding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But patience has paid off as I
finally found 3 of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shirley Ellis, Devil Doll and The Pierces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been looking for Shirley Ellis for 2
years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was finally found and has
been added to my collection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you
remember the Name Game song then you have heard Shirley Ellis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She deserves a lot more credit for her career
than just than one song.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has an
amazing voice and is talented beyond The Name Game song.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Devil Doll and The Pierces were discovered
by listening to Pandora.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Devil Doll has
a sultry smokey bluesy voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>country/rockabilly and it was love at first
listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, her music was out of
print as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But patience is a virtue
and I finally found her on Amoeba records website and it was mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now to find her other one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Pierces was discovered from Pandora as
well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like Devil Doll it was love at
first listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon some research they
too were out of print, but I finally found them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t take me as long to find Devil Doll
and The Pierces like it did Shirley Ellis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But it did take awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still
bring out my list once in awhile to see what I can find.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know one day I will have them all, but
then again my list does keep growing. In the meantime, I have very happy ears.</span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-39663429873578020502014-08-10T19:10:00.004-07:002014-08-10T19:10:54.168-07:00Debt Free Baby
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Debt is that nasty 4 letter word that we all hate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s so easy to use and get sucked up in, after
all, spending money is fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Paying it
back though is a complete bitch and takes forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I, like millions of others, had a blast
getting into it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But getting out of it
brought a lot of tears, anger and frustrations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A few of the happiest days of my life were making those pay off phone
calls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like my student loan, my car
payment and a couple credit cards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
figured that since I didn’t have those payments anymore that I would just keep
going the way I had been going and just deal with it later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got tired of living paycheck to paycheck,
not being able to put anything into savings because it was going towards credit
card payments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was able to put a
little something into savings, it got sucked right back out due to a smaller
than usual paycheck and not having enough to cover my bills.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Although I always made sure that my cats and bills were
taken care of, I would figure out how to put gas in my car and feed me
somehow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lots of sleepless nights, tears
and that sinking feeling in your stomach when you see how little you have left
until you get paid again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I am
excited to say, this will happen no more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have finally been able to pay off all of my debts and the only bills I
have now are my monthly expenses like electric, garbage, water…you know the
usual stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have vowed to myself that
I will only use my credit cards for emergency only, will build back up my
savings account because I can now and never ever again will I live paycheck to
paycheck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I feel liberated, like I want to go out and celebrate with a
shopping spree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But will not as I
already have everything that I need (it’s just in storage right now).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will no longer stress about how I am going
to be able to pay the unexpected vet bill or car repair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
surreal to know that I don’t have to worry about certain things anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My paychecks are mine to keep and turn over
to Mr. Bill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I plan on saving as much as
I can as I do have a house to buy and a honeymoon to take.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can finally take real vacations, go back to
my spur of the moment road trips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
cannot wait for those, they are long overdue.</span></div>
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-34384850753558011502014-08-06T19:42:00.002-07:002014-08-06T19:42:38.768-07:00Catching Up
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I decided to sell my house so Craig and I could move on
with our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not an easy
decision as I love where I live and it’s my first house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it’s just a house so it’s no biggie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will miss my back yard and the beautiful Manzanita
bush, the horses, the cooler weather and a little bit cleaner air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smell of the pine and oak trees, less
traffic…ah let’s face it I am really going to miss home and the country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where I am living now to me is city and it’s
quite the adjustment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s crowded, full
of rude people, noisy and it’s not home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is all brand new to me as I have never dwelled with a boyfriend,
but we are adjusting just fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do
feel like I’m invading his space, but he says otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He does acknowledge the huge sacrifices that
have been made and makes sure I know he’s aware of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are going to have a great life together.</span></div>
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and Moving<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is a process that I am so very glad it’s over
with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not keen on the idea of
having complete strangers have full access to my house looking through
everything while I was not home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
couple of the realtors left my house unlocked, didn’t call to let me know they
were showing my house like they were supposed to and one even locked my cats
out of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only one who was
completely respectful and left the house the way they entered it was Jim who
originally sold me the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jim was
awesome, I really liked him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The house was only on the market for 2 ½ weeks before we got
an offer. Which was great because I knew it wouldn’t take that long, but didn’t
think it would be that quick either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
gal was moving up from the Bay Area (transplant) and was paying cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So the whole process was rather quick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wanted a 21 day Escrow, but tried to
shorten it a few times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told my realtor
that it was just not possible; we were going to stick to the 21 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was short enough it was getting really
stressful. The home inspection was my breaking point and where Craig took over
since I was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The inspector came
back with things the things that needed to be fixed and the buyer came back
with her list of things that she wanted me to fix. For example: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>replacing the door hinges to actual gate
hinges (uh…door hinges are not welded to brackets), re-label the breaker box, replace
the gutters because they were rusted and in certain spots rusted through,
replace the screens, repair certain parts of the firewall in the garage from
past repairs that I did not do, along with a bunch of other items.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we agreed to fix the hole in the gutter
and replace the small spots of the fire wall (I hope she likes purple
sheetrock).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>OH and re-label the breaker
box.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A storage unit was acquired and the packing mess began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went through at least one to two rooms a
night and when a closet was emptied, it got a sticky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When a room was done, it got a sticky
too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The house was fully of bright
yellow stickies that said either Empty or Done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They laughed at me, but a few thought it was a great idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All addresses were changed, utilities shut
off and things shipped back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boxes were
sorted Storage/Craig’s and small loads were taken before the big move day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Craig cleaned out a bedroom for me and the
furry children, the stage was set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
took the furry children down before the big move day and that was a stressful
ride for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fabio hates his carrier
as he gets so nervous he potties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bluka
hates it too, but seems to tolerate it more than Fabio does.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the longest car ride of our
lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fabio clawed at the door so much
he bloodied two of his claws and Bluka was meow crying pretty much the whole
ride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt so bad for both of
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally get to Craig’s and I
brought them both in the bathroom for a wet butt check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bluka was fine; Fabio got a bath which added
to his unhappiness even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once he
was dried off he ran under the bed with Bluka.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moving day was interesting and hectic as moving days usually
are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only are we moving crap out of
the house, but we are doing repairs in the process.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We started at 8:30am and everything was done
and out by Noon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First stop was the
storage unit, then off to the new home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My last night in my house was hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I sat outside for a few hours and enjoyed my backyard, my last commute
up and down the hill was slow and I soaked it all in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cats enjoyed their last day and night of
freedom to go in and out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bluka enjoyed lying
in her favorite spot on the flowers while Fabio lay on the sidewalk with a very
content look on his little face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now
they are confined to the boring indoors getting used to their new surroundings
and people. </span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">New Life<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Never ever in my life did I think I would be in the place
where I am at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had always kept hope
that this would all happen, but was okay if it never did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had my crazy cat lady plan to fall back
on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is still surreal and none of it
has fully sunk in yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t yet know
if I am fully ready for<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>this next phase
in my life, but I am going to give it my best and if all else fails, I know
that I am not afraid to be alone and can handle anything that life throws at
me. So now starts the next phase in our life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We find out how much we qualify for and start looking for a new place to
call home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel like I’m in transition
as my life is in storage and I hate this part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I know it’s only temporary and everything is going to work out as it
should.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But the way I look at all of this</span> I’m getting another
house </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><br />
Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-37417120028144590722014-03-12T16:01:00.000-07:002014-03-12T16:01:50.713-07:00Becs Bits
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I used to be really good at this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blogged faithfully almost every day and now I
suck at this blog thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But when I do
it, it’s because I have a lot to say and things have happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I like to break it up into little sections
so it’s not a bunch of different blog posts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So here we go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Discouraged</strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve been getting really discouraged lately by a lot of
things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do have a good life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a job, own my home, bills are current,
have a great guy who loves me, support of friends and family and a reliable
car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it’s a bunch of little annoying
things that are happening that are discouraging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For example:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Craig and I are engaged and you would think that we would be living
together at this point in our relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sadly, no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are still apart and
only see each other on weekends which really truly sucks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s usually in bed by the time I get off of
work which makes it even harder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
then add in my impatience for the projects getting done around the house and it
just makes it that much worse as I want to move on to the next phase in our
relationship but cannot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m trying
really hard to be patient but it’s getting thin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>House Projects</strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">YAY my list is getting smaller.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s so nice to have a new HVAC system, not
to thrilled about the bill that came with it, but it needed to be done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old dishwasher has been ripped out and the
new one is on it’s way and will be installed on the 23<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">rd</span></sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mike was so kind as to rip the stump out of
the ground AND he fixed my ceiling fan and switch in the dining room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next two projects are big ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The repainting of the house and replacing the
shower/tub in the master bath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mike is
my hero as he’s been helping me when he can and will be helping me once again
with the bathroom come June.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
know what I would do besides hire somebody to get this stuff done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Changing Habits</strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve made the decision that I’m tired of being tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am not getting any younger and have the
Portuguese genetics to be really hippy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sitting all day at work doesn’t much help the situation at all
either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve gained quite a bit of
weight and am generally not happy when I look in the mirror.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Craig says he loves me just the way I am but
I am not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I’ve changed my eating
habits and am still working on that as I do slip still and have gone back to the
gym.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I get really angry at myself for
letting me go like this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve always
said that I didn’t want to look like my mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Meaning, I didn’t want to get out of shape and overweight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well….I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So I’m on a mission to fix it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
do not know how much I weigh as I have not done that yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I have not taken before pictures either
but I will and date them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See how long
it takes me to get to my goal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
been looking at marathons to work towards but I want them fun so those are my
target ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And yes I will be taking my
nieces with me as they love to do those things too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Oil Pulling</strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Aunt had posted something about this on Facebook not too
long ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here is the definition:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“</span><a href="http://www.healthy-holistic-living.com/discover-top-5-benefits-oil-pulling.html" title="Oil pulling"><span style="color: #5c995e; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oil pulling</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> or oil swishing, in alternative medicine, is a
procedure in which the practitioner rinses their mouth with approximately one
tablespoon of ordinary cooking oil for 3-20 minutes, and then spits it out.
This procedure is typically performed daily”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You can use sunflower, sesame or
coconut oil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The more unrefined the
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It helps to detox your body,
naturally whiten your teeth and helps heal all of kinds of ailments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My oil of choice is coconut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do this in the morning after I give the
cats their breakfast and swish away while getting ready for work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pop has been doing something similar to this,
but he doesn’t swish, he’s just eating a tablespoon of it along with drinking
fruit juice with 2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar mixed in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He swears by this as his joints really don’t
hurt anymore and his blood work came back excellent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s going to be 70 next month and his doctor
is quite impressed with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He goes to
the gym 3 times a week as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">DO NOT spit this down your
drain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will clog up your pipes since
it is oil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spit it out in a sandwich
bag before I brush my teeth and it leaves my mouth all tingly and I like the
taste of coconut. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I figured I would
start doing this and see what happens in a few weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If anything I will get whiter teeth out of it
right? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, don’t forget to drink your
water since<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it’s really good for you and
keeps your kidney’s happy.</span></span></div>
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Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-67935725021905149932014-02-23T16:59:00.000-08:002014-02-23T16:59:16.365-08:00Stress reliefThese last few weeks I've been feeling pretty stressed and haven't really been able to sleep. Work has been a little stressful, but short weeks are always a little extra hectic. Don't know why that it is, it just is. On top of everything else that has to do with the house and getting it ready for renting. Friday when I left work my anxiety had kicked in and there was no sign of it going away. Normally I take a hot bath and do my best to forget about. But since we are in a severe drought, my hot bath nights are limited. So I have find other ways to get rid of it. Went to the movies with Roxie, Mike and Tamara to go see The Lego Movie and it did me good to laugh and spend time with the family. <br />
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Craig came up this weekend to help me out with some of the cause of my stress. Mike and Roxane are so awesome to help out as well. Mike took down one of the ceiling fans that has been giving me issues and is going to see if he can get it to work properly. Craig brought his truck up and we took out the old dishwasher and loaded it in his truck. He also took the old BBQ and the rest of a pool liner that was sitting in my side yard. So now I am on the hunt for a new dishwasher and am also going to be replacing the shower/tub in the master bath. That project will be blogged when it is started. I'm a little nervous as to what will be found once we pull it out.<br />
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The tree that Mike had cut down last year is now in stump removal stage. Doug brought over a pick ax and a sawsall to help cut the thick roots. I had started digging it out..well kind of. Then Craig got a hold of the pick ax and the sawsall and now it's game on. I figure I will work on little bits of it when I get home from work. It will be great stress relief. And it will be less work for Mike when he comes up to remove the rest of it. Now I just need to be able to sleep through the night.<br />
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Beckaleccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016205607079790653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526688411496143299.post-83768789122997877852014-01-31T15:57:00.000-08:002014-01-31T15:57:03.297-08:00Dimple Care Kit <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Also
known as the EAP kit, the Happiness kit or the Insanity kit</span><br />
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April and I went to Staples on our lunch break and did our
usual browse around and buy stuff that we don’t really need but can’t live
without.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While browsing we saw the bag
that screamed “I’m perfect for Dimple Records” so I had to get one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then as we were browsing through Staples we
saw these nice journals and started the oh that would be perfect to keep the
music wish list in, write down artists to check out, songs heard that were
liked, lyrics of songs heard, moods of when certain songs were heard and all
kinds of other stuff that comes along with keeping a music journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never ask for a bag when I leave Dimple, I
just take my handful of goods and leave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But now I have my very own dedicated bag and can cross them off in my
new found journals.</div>
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