Uh, sorry about that...

I know.

I have been relatively absent from all things health and fitness related. Guess I needed a hiatus? As you may recall, I had a blast enjoying my injury (not,) and working really hard at losing tons of progress! Yea! And also, as you may recall, I have not had a scale.  So imagine my surprise when I stepped back onto my parent's bathroom scale to find a whopping 6 pound weight gain.  YIKES! Talk about a reality check, guess you can't skip working out and start eating ice cream everyday and expect to keep a minimal weight gain.  So just to recap, I had injured myself in late April, and from May 4th to July 4th, only gained 2 lbs as a result.  From pure laziness and stupid stress eating, I gained an additional 6 in 3 weeks.  This is horrible. Like I was pretty depressed about that number for a few days, and rightly so!

But, instead of quitting, instead of shaming myself and falling back into old habits, I just dusted my ass off and hit the ground running, twice as hard! I still have a lot of work to do, as it has only been a week, and old habits y'all, they die HARD!! I have started a 90 day program from this hot momma here. These work outs are very, um, simple and easy? In all reality, they seriously kick your buns! And I need a good kick in the buns! I don't follow her eating plan verbatim, but changes are being made, little by little.  I am pretty stoked I made it through one week and didn't skip a beat at all! Can't wait to see how I look in 30, 60 and 90 days. Maybe I'll post all the pictures...if you're nice...

No day but today

Yesterday was a day filled with nothing but sadness and regret for me.  For many of us.  But it showed me something very important.  Something happened in that choir room many years ago.  A family was born.  An incredibly large, completely insane, and dysfunctional family.  And as a family we have grown, welcoming in the new, and we have lost, mourning together as one.  Clinging close to each other no matter how far apart we are, no matter how many words have been spoken between the years. 

I will not let another tragedy come and go with out telling you all just how much I love you.  Thank you so much for being my "family", for giving me a safe harbor during the tumultuous teen and early 20 years.  I rejoice with each and every one of you, with whom I am in contact, I cheer in your happiness, I cry in your sadness, I root for you, I pray for you.  You and I may not speak often, or really even at all, we may just dance around each other's lives, but I still care very deeply for you! You are my family.  Jason was my family. I was so proud of him.  And I never told him.

Life is just too short to not take this moment and say that you are still on my mind and in my heart, wherever you go, whoever you are now, I will always cherish you and the memories we made in that choir room, tour bus, hotel room, drama room.

There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss, no other road, no other way, no day but today.