Hello Size 10, it's been a while.

Okay I've never been tiny a day in my life.  Well, until about six months after I had Zoey. 

I've been a size 14, 16,and 18 at my largest.  At my smallest I have been a size 12 but that only happened twice, once my senior year and once my junior year in college and that was a very short lived experience.  I have struggled my entire life.  I would diet and exercise and force myself to only eat three meals a day, not return for seconds, or for desserts. I wouldn't eat fries and I would only eat chicken.

When I was in high school I lost all of my weight because I was sick and had to have a tumor removed. In college I my dorm was about three miles from my class and I would walk to class everyday and take the bus back. I did this everyday and ate some form of chicken everyday. I wouldn't snack and I would drink enough water to fill the schools swimming pool.  Alas, I would fall off the wagon quickly and I would eat cake and fries and well anything I could get my hands on.

I started graduate school when we moved to Oklahoma and started eating everything in sight.  I was a little depressed about being so far away from home and found comfort in cake. Lots and lots of cake. I woke up one morning and realized that I was the heaviest I had ever been and miserable. I couldn't afford to pay for a diet plan (weight watchers is 15 bucks a week) so I borrowed a points book and started buying frozen weight watchers meals. For twenty solid months this is what I ate for lunch, no snack, and a 100 calorie something for breakfast.  I would drink water and I would eat a reasonable dinner.  I stopped looking at cakes. Twenty months I out on the clothes in my closet and and I never saw a difference and then one day I was standing in the office at school, I walked over to pick up the phone and my pants hit the ground.  I was so embarrassed and excited at the same time.  Week by week I kept up with my "diet" and would exercise. I kept up with my how much I was walking and how much water I was consuming.  Then one morning the stick turned pink.

I was excited about the next stage of my life and terrified. I told the doctors about my fears about not being able to loose the baby weight. She promised that we would work on it.  For twenty-two weeks I did not gain a pound and was threatened with hospitalization if I didnt' start putting on the weight. Pregnancy ended and about the time that I was returning to school I could fit in my clothes again.  I was breastfeeding and found the best weight loss plan in the world. 

Ladies, if you are overweight, fat, obese, feeling thick in the middle what ever BREAST FEED!!!!! Breast milk is formed from STORED fat.  You have to eat five hundred calories MORE a day to keep up milk production, that would be cake for me.  With a little bit of help from nature I was back to the size I had dreamed of, and then ten more pounds fell off, ten more, fifteen, and so on.  I was so small that when I looked in the mirror I was happy, I was a size 10. I was an average American woman and I was happy.  I put on nine pounds when I stopped breastfeeding and then found out I was pregnant with Abby.  I'm back to my start weight ( the nine pounds from my smallest) and that is the smallest goal I have ever had.  I need to loose ten lbs and I will be the place I have dreamed of since I was in high school. 

My American Eagle jeans are calling my name, my size ten jeans. I haven't worn them since last April.

McWane Center

So my dad came home for a visit from Texas a few weeks ago and I haven't had a chance to upload and pictures yet.  It's always nice to see Dad when he comes in from Texas.  I can't wait for him to actually move back home.  But for now he visits when he can.

I'm sorry you said I had to be at work when?

So Mike and I went house hunting in Alexander City yesterday.  We didn't have much luck finding anything.  We did see a lake house on Lake Martin that had three separate docks.  However, it was about the size of my upstairs loft.  I never dreamed that we would have to move again, but here we are trying to pack.

To add to the fun of trying to get Mike close enough for band camp (which starts Monday), my principal called today to tell me that  I need to be at some training on Monday, like in six days Monday.  I haven't even started packing.  We don't have a place to live. I haven't found a preschool. My list goes on and on and on.

So in summary, if you live in Jasper I have to have the U- haul loaded on Friday to move to a non-existent house on Saturday.

So it has been a while

It's been a while.  But it has been another world wind of a summer.  First off Mike was offered a job at Benjamin Russell High School in Alexander City.  After several days of deliberation, we decided it was the best thing for us.

I have also been on the job hunt.  A year ago  I had to give up my job in order to take care of Zoey who has been sick.  Now she's better and I'm ready to go back to work. So what does this mean? A lot.  I have accepted the offer to be the Behavior Specialist at Central Middle School in Rockford, AL.  I am not thrilled about moving. I am thrilled to be able to go back to work and start the next chapter in our lives.  We will be packing and moving quickly.  There are many things that will happen over the next two weeks and we are excited and terrified. We have been given a path and now we are going down it, because when God opens one door, he will smack you in the face with it if you don't follow Him.