tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9484470932790083922024-03-05T03:07:16.396-08:00morganshinesmorganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-58762387837073585702012-04-26T06:39:00.001-07:002012-04-26T06:39:11.544-07:00Breaking up is hard to do.<p>Today was an interesting day. Back in the fall of 2011, I broke up with a friend who was at one time, my best friend. She wasn’t there for me when I needed her most and I couldn’t rely on her if a problem came about… when I dialed her number, I wasn’t ever sure if she had “time” for me that day or week. So I ended it. She is the “cool” girl who everyone dies to be friends with and I just saw her as my dear friend…a normal person. I didn’t idealize her and maybe that is where I went wrong. There are certain people in this world who were meant to be worshipped and perhaps she was one of them. I knew a side to her…the “real” person behind all the hype, makeup, hairspray and fake tan..and I became friends with that side. I thought she was a great person but I would never worship anyone…so I didn’t quite understand why people were desperate to be her friend. </p> <p>I remember times when she really wasn’t there for me… like the time she called me and I was crying because of some drama with my mother and instead of talking to me about it or coming over to help…she told me she would call me back, hung up the phone…and I didn’t hear from her for weeks, possibly even a month. That sticks in my head. </p> <p>She is the type of person who needs a ‘friend of the day’ She calls you or texts that she misses you so much- lets get together- we should have a girls night and then within 20 minutes of text messages or one phone call later, you won’t hear from her again until you get back on the ‘friend of the day’ roster. No girls nights, no getting together and she gets over the “omg I miss my bestie” REALLY quick. Then she will move on to another friend and another and another…but don’t worry, she will let you know when she has time to be your friend again. </p> <p>Another time you will hear from her is when she started selling something…whether it be Scentsy or raffle tickets or nutritional supplements etc. Then she will be ALL gung-ho about talking to you and getting together…usually she gets “over” it before your first order even gets delivered. </p> <p>The last chance was last fall when I started having a medical issue and I was scared shitless. I changed up doctors and had to get some normal start-up blood work and my thyroid levels came back low. I googled my little heart out because I was afraid of everything from thyroid cancer to some sort of random deadly thyroid disease…I asked her if she knew anything about thyroid problems (since we are both in the medical field) and she told me she was…her mom had hers removed and even asked if I wanted her to come to the appointment with me. I told her no because I knew getting my hopes up that she would actually show, was pointless….</p> <p>It is April 26th, 2012…. I am still waiting for a text or phone call from her asking how I am doing. </p> <p>I don’t care how busy you are or what you have going on in your life…if your friend needs you, dammit, you better be there! You don’t just sit around and wait for a status update if your friend has an issue whether it be medical, family, work related. You should ALWAYS be there. </p> <p>About a month or two later, she texted The Officer and said she missed me and yada yada yada…he replied that “usually when a friend has a medical problem, you call and see how they are doing” she told him that “if I wanted to throw away 5 years of friendship over that then fine.” </p> <p>When he told me that, those words stung like a bitch. They still hurt to this day. It hurts to know that even when you know I am so hurt…you STILL don’t give a shit. She blames me like I am the one throwing away a friendship for some random reason. Uh no, I am sticking up for myself for once and not accepting mediocre treatment from a mediocre friend. If you do NOT have time to be my friend day and night, then I will politely bow out and give you more time to spend with your other 6,097 best friends. </p> <p>I just hurt knowing that even after 7 months of not talking, she still hasn’t reached out. </p> <p>Then I struggle with maybe I should reach out, life is short, be nice to all and give endless chances….no, no, no, no!</p> <p>Life is too short to spend on people who don’t treat you wonderfully and value you!!!!</p> <p>Life is too short to spend on shittards!</p> <p>I haven’t seen her since the fall…until yesterday. </p> <p>By a turn of fate, she ended up in my front yard. </p> <p>Some poor older gentleman passed out while driving and plowed down the dogwood tree in my front yard. I called 911 and helped him until the ambulance got him packaged up for transport. She was the paramedic and when I saw her walk up and I got a knot in my stomach. We avoided each other like the plague and when I finally got out of his car and back into my house, it hit me that she really, truly did not give a shit about our lost friendship, she didn’t care about me and probably went on about her day just like normal.<br></p> <p>I, myself, got nauseas, cried and unblocked her on facebook thinking she would message me or text, SOMETHING. </p> <p>and 24 hours later…still nothing. </p> <p>I have been trying to remind myself not to wish for the friendship I once had (when she was there for me and we had some of the best times) but be grateful for the friends I do have…that care about me and check up on me and LOVE me…</p> <p>I had a friend who was like a bad boyfriend…you know you should break up and never look back but you keep going back for more…and now I am over it.</p> <p>Sure it hurts and stings a little bit, but I am better off without her in my life. I can spend time and energy on the people who truly care about me and who are always there for me if and when I need them the most!</p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-85098868938376190352012-03-21T14:32:00.001-07:002012-03-21T14:32:36.942-07:00Bun Update and Negativity<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Everyone has uttered the words, “I don’t want to jinx it.” at one point or another. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I have said or thought those words several times since I found out we are expecting BabyShines. Against all odds, I got pregnant and so far, so good. I had the IUD removed, no bleeding or crazy cramping…my hcG levels rose appropriately last week, they doubled in fact. I had an ultrasound done at 5 weeks which is really early but they had to check the placement of the IUD and make sure the pregnancy was not in the tube. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">My doctor did not see anything in the gestational sac quite yet which he said was normal since the baby itself would only be the since of a poppy seed. </font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.thebump.com" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="AC7B97816CB64BA8AD144D602A9A5988" border="0" alt="AC7B97816CB64BA8AD144D602A9A5988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7vY5mN3IVDNcSWXHMsFw4r_OTfWFMmyPb6EzMg5u16ePgmQ3xbiev6R_QZLaKfXNgQbyI6t5nxPCGuGUyJGKPB9FWUKeI7lH4d2Hk9ftuvU6-WU12pvY8vIaZz4q2ys4AJmuvxL1PDs/?imgmax=800" width="326" height="349"></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="4" face="Book Antiqua"><a href="http://pregnant.thebump.com/pregnancy-week-by-week/4-weeks-pregnant.aspx" target="_blank">At 4 weeks, your baby, now known as a blastocyst, is practically microscopic -- a teeny ball of cells. She's busy settling into her new home (your uterus), prepping for all the crucial development she'll be doing over the next six weeks.</a></font> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">(courtesy of </font><a href="thebump.com" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Calibri">thebump.com</font></a><font size="3" face="Calibri">) *the best pregnancy website EVER*</font> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">As of today, I am 6 weeks 3 days <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDo2fr2KTWc827w9zZrGlbzaDWpBW3gOZBw4URk4L1cyHC_aAsXCE77OVB07dLZva2HaJYFPHnu30Ol_FEVfQ8BWFf4yVd9Howu2ppm9W20rA5VzAy9VaqeuLKIZRnP0xceUJUQ9mY__Q/?imgmax=800"></font> <p align="center"><a href="http://pregnant.thebump.com/pregnancy-week-by-week/6-weeks-pregnant.aspx" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="F0621943CBA6418C9A29AB366681C030" border="0" alt="F0621943CBA6418C9A29AB366681C030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dSKnNMh2vw0/T2pI8dzEGfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gnTU9JYkGc8/F0621943CBA6418C9A29AB366681C030%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" height="362"></a> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Book Antiqua">Obviously, she's growing like crazy! </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Book Antiqua">She's also circulating blood with her increasingly more sophisticated circulatory system. </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Book Antiqua">She's about to get cuter too, since she's starting to sprout a nose, eyes, ears, chin and cheeks. </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Book Antiqua">And she might even be wiggling her (paddle-like) hands and feet.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">again, courtesy of </font><a href="thebump.com" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Calibri">thebump.com</font></a><font size="3" face="Calibri"> <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDo2fr2KTWc827w9zZrGlbzaDWpBW3gOZBw4URk4L1cyHC_aAsXCE77OVB07dLZva2HaJYFPHnu30Ol_FEVfQ8BWFf4yVd9Howu2ppm9W20rA5VzAy9VaqeuLKIZRnP0xceUJUQ9mY__Q/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I have experienced every single “first trimester” symptom known…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">nausea, vomiting, the nose of a hunting dog, dizziness, extremely tired, I pee about 45 times a day, sore boobies and the emotions of a hot mess pregnant woman. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">But it is all worth it. To distract myself, I have been looking at baby gear ala Target, Babies R Us and Amazon. Some people say “isn’t it too early to get all excited?”</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Well please allow me to put that on the </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">“THINGS TO NEVER SAY TO A PREGNANT WOMAN” list.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I don’t think I could ever possibly even consider asking someone that. It just implies that something horrible could go wrong…as if that thought never crossed her mind. It just brings it all back up and makes her worry even more. Not to sound selfish but when you come across a pregnant woman, make it your goal to make her life easier at that present time, make her feel important…make her feel like she is working on something incredible. Because she is. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-X2gyIcicSl8/T2pI8mx5OaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/g6jOhPrYoJA/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Another thing that annoys me (please excuse my hormones but I don’t think I am being out of line here) is when someone tells me it is “too soon” for something…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">On St. Patrick’s Day I was working and got a sudden craving for a Shamrock Shake *heaven*</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://961joyfm.com/the-mcdonalds-shamrock-shake-copycat-recipe/" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="imagesCA2PZMOC" border="0" alt="imagesCA2PZMOC" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-82wErCyWkKg/T2pI86pMCiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C3R9j06M9Dw/imagesCA2PZMOC%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" height="339"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">(p.s. I just found the recipe online for those bad johnnies <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-X2gyIcicSl8/T2pI8mx5OaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/g6jOhPrYoJA/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800">)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">anyways…so I was talking about it and one of my co-workers asked, “Isn’t it a little soon for all these cravings?” Ugh pretty sure pregnant = pregnant. And a ‘little bit’ pregnant means the same symptoms as ‘a lot a bit’ pregnant. Worst of all, it came out a woman’s mouth who has children of her own. Ugh people just don’t think!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Put that on the “THINGS TO NEVER SAY TO A PREGNANT WOMAN” list as well!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I just made me feel like I ‘wasn’t pregnant enough’ to having any cravings or symptoms or to even talk about it. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Crazy? Probably…but I do respect the fact that at least I am confirming what I will NEVER say to a pregnant woman I come across…I am learning about the person I don’t want to become I guess. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Be back for more soon!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><3Morgan</font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-85621758983357399892012-03-12T04:33:00.001-07:002012-03-12T04:33:49.076-07:00Best Body Bootcamp: Week 2<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Wow, has it really been a week already?</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">This <a href="http://www.tinareale.com/953/were-going-to-bootcamp/" target="_blank">Best Body Bootcamp</a> is starting Week 2 this morning and I am psyched. Not only because the support also is amazing but because I have a whole new fitness outlook. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">As I wrote before, <a href="http://morganshines.blogspot.com/2012/03/nerve-racking-is.html" target="_blank">I am newly expecting</a> and will no longer be focusing on losing weight. Instead, I will focus on whole nutrition, healthy portions, lots of water and getting my body as healthy as possible for baby. Not only is that great for mom and baby, but it means mama will have an easier time getting into shape after delivery!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">My BBC goals for the week are:</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="3" face="Calibri">#1- Have at least one smoothie and one salad a day</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="3" face="Calibri">#2- Reduce and eliminate diet soda from my diet</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I could go ‘cold turkey’ but the caffeine headache alone will bug me enough to engage in my old habits. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Yesterday the weather was amazing so we went out for a walk to and through the local park. It was wonderful to get some cardio in and shake my legs out!!! I forgot how much I love the great outdoors (before the bugs come out!) </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Then we loaded the kids up and went to the store for a few groceries. (pics and meals to follow, along with my first baby purchase!) </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">On today’s agenda:</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">*Call Dr!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">*Workout!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">*Work </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">*Dream a little </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVrAOvA9I6lnXTxM3_3HH83D29EKFnqt4WtaGtONUE4MaMeTGA51Tztl_-59Wlh2waZhY5_6bzasH8YeENdqtGdTeCySW0-vP8B9LdlO8ETMABr-o3y0gNEAMD6qhnT8IuQhZhhTgSg0/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/14847873740966651/" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="baby" border="0" alt="baby" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GhmIb_VHDgk/T13fGa5Fm7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OcTVOyp4J6g/baby%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="580" height="455"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/123567583495457296/" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="baby2" border="0" alt="baby2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4UAKw9BinkcCW5pYN2j_3KbOJ20t_DTnYluwc0gMM9SMKFxa85QHjfQ23BbaV_LAzRmyFHFF5gvtZc14UJk6267rcFURUs-xhaLYzGN7ORAT5pq31NDtxI2goU1YIvoOMmMSr95f0gs/?imgmax=800" width="585" height="413"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><a href="http://pinterest.com" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="253327547759074857_btkca5fm_c" border="0" alt="253327547759074857_btkca5fm_c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjJNwgpgMFRaSRgBPy8jHyZb9pAB1g7-RXDbz2OEUdhFm7jkL5s1vXGIwzTUaLXCSTcTwdnxWhwoPpeKHrooJQDEppvkdDo5RHrD9Ov6v-HpHAHz3MubtZvRLu7jlFn2f2muh4qTFXDA/?imgmax=800" width="583" height="507"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">How cute is that??!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Be back later!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><3 Morgan </font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-14352348065264863482012-03-11T08:35:00.001-07:002012-03-11T08:35:39.815-07:00Excited and Scared<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Ever since <a href="http://morganshines.blogspot.com/2012/03/nerve-racking-is.html" target="_blank">I found out I was pregnant</a>, I have had a slew of emotions.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Fear that something will go wrong, especially so early on.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Excitement of a new little miracle will be joining our family.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Precautious not to let my heart develop a bond with the uncertainty. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Blessed because against the odds of getting pregnant using an IUD (.06% chance)…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">We got pregnant. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Am I the silly, giddy one who was looking up baby gear from the first night I found out…</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Graco-Playard-Cuddle-Rocking-Winslet/dp/B005UV0USQ/ref=wl_it_dp_o_npd?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2UYGGVSCHC9ZU&colid=2CXYZ6PDQBNQY" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="playard" border="0" alt="playard" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hHZpLTErauw/T1zGSdRpHWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F5shwq5IHdU/playard%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="577" height="617"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I found myself excited to look and then my head would catch up with me…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">“Make sure everything is okay before you fall in the love with the idea of a new baby”</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">It is too late because I fell in love the very first night. I am worried, yes, how can I not be? When I first found out I was pregnant with my 6 year old twins <3 I was 20 years old, young and dumb…and basically unaware of what could go wrong. I wasn’t instantly attached to my pregnancy…it took awhile to kick in. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">This time around is completely different. I am 27, mature, in a loving and wonderful relationship with the man who will one day be my hubby and I want nothing more than to have his baby, our baby <3 </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Planned or not, God makes the decisions…that is for sure <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-LBOU6tLV_t-uR-08dba6hca4sWmoU__qBZmJzLsxxztAim9m81wSYTtEwTdarpo3gfaPzf51CRrA48_SG66RO6cl7fOXdWYVw99mCRHbhYWyaIIKwJ0vqDxraww9wkNXHVf6i45sTw/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I can’t waste time worrying about what I cannot control and until I go to the Dr.s, I won’t know anything for sure. For now, I hope and pray that everything goes great, the baby latched on to the right area, the IUD comes out without a problem and we have a healthy, new baby this November <3</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Time to saving as much money as possible, pray as hard as possible and take care of myself the best I can <3</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><3 Morgan</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-12591558791802618962012-03-10T07:01:00.002-08:002012-03-10T10:08:20.483-08:00Nerve-racking is…<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Being worried that at this point in time…I might be pregnant. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">True story. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">My loving boyfriend is at the grocery store right now (9pm, he is wonderful) picking up a Clearblue. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I realized I was late while we were laying in bed. My lady-time has been all out of whack since having my kids and then getting my copper IUD in place last year. I checked my lady-calendar on my Kindle Fire (loveit) I figured if you by slight chance got pregnant with the IUD, you would automatically need an abortion since you have a piece of metal in what is supposed to be your embryo’s home. Well apparently if you Google “pregnant with paragard IUD” you find a bunch of other women who also got pregnant while using a very reliable birth control. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paragard" target="_blank">99.4% effective</a>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Better than anything (besides absintence, I know)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">One million questions pop into my head as I sit here chugging water out of my Nalgene bottle…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Will the baby be okay if I actually am pregnant? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Could it be an ectopic pregnancy? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">What will happen if they take the IUD out? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">What will happen if they leave the IUD in? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">My questions are not going to be answered today as of course it is the weekend and none of my doctors are open until Monday. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I have to leave it in God’s hands because I have faith that this will all be okay.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">And because God always works in mysterious ways…</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GtX0tjIH8Mw/T1ts3mpGvCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mS6WYdw1OXg/s1600-h/000_0071%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img alt="000_0071" border="0" height="455" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8Hl3rsrSfVU/T1ts4DHzpII/AAAAAAAAAHo/mO_mVbmlPig/000_0071_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border: 0px currentColor; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="000_0071" width="568" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Yes x 2…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">and praying for the best <img alt="Smile" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4deniAFgXME/T1ts4ZRHSPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rTAS3UrXel8/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Shhhhhh….we are keeping this top-secret for now.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">At least (if all works out okay) I can join the Elite group of pregnant blog-ettes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.healthytippingpoint.com/" target="_blank">HTP</a>, <a href="http://www.imanokie.com/" target="_blank">Okie</a> & <a href="http://cantelmofamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mrs. Cantelmo</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">(as if I am even worthy of being in their same blogger status category)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Now that this is real, I hope and pray that it is true and healthy and there will be no complications…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">“BabyShines” coming soon, November 12, 2012 <3</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><3Morgan</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"></span></div>morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-14481649324397749482012-03-08T06:17:00.001-08:002012-03-08T06:17:32.882-08:00BBF Personal Training Results: Week 1<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Good Morning lovlies <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYw0DjkAoFL1DlFfh-xE_BfjTf78bhD2wwsqAQufbVTHManUcr0iCn70hNHx0jJ3EpmGj77tQLoktuIevNRiI22saO-unx2l2f62x1YdzFVoALUUHmfJiLHR9_SlXFVoyUDsD18PgbNw/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">7 inches lost. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I have no idea where it went <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJC26vNWedavdxznyXait0M3wLt3ByR7Qg6pewyKquzIQWTqqRVnAowOUQzJPoXd5HmLQNrSrVl1SsvTEqmQRq-5OPXQ9s1xUbPsk3Qzh2k1X9y25dQ1QJRw1A9EQqXzrGlIh41d3GnQ/?imgmax=800"> </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I am so excited right now!!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">My weight didn’t go down (actually +3lbs) but I blame it on too much salt and processed foods…too much food basically. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">There is nothing like great results to fire a girl up even more and kickstart Week 2 and it is great to read everyone’s nice, motivational comments and progress on the </font><a href="http://www.tinareale.com/953/were-going-to-bootcamp/" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Best Body Bootcamp</font></a><font size="3" face="Calibri"> FB page. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Just a quick update because I was pumped <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYw0DjkAoFL1DlFfh-xE_BfjTf78bhD2wwsqAQufbVTHManUcr0iCn70hNHx0jJ3EpmGj77tQLoktuIevNRiI22saO-unx2l2f62x1YdzFVoALUUHmfJiLHR9_SlXFVoyUDsD18PgbNw/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I am off to clean mi casa before heading out for my FIRST WORKOUT OF WEEK 2!!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><3Morgan</font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-65716332105943195752012-03-07T08:05:00.001-08:002012-03-07T08:05:48.361-08:00Day of Rest–BBC Day 3<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Ahhh….a day of rest. Kind of.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I have to work at 2pm but until then I’ll be catching up on the blog world and my fellow <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/281106598626953/" target="_blank">bootcampers</a> <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JogEQzlifxw/T1eHQPFf2VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zbXt84wQMz8/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"> </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Today is technically Day 3 for the <a href="http://www.tinareale.com/953/were-going-to-bootcamp/" target="_blank">Best Body Bootcamp</a> but Day 7 for my personal training plan. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">My first week went really, really well. I didn’t miss a single workout or a minute of cardio as per my plan. My eating however, has been sub-par to say the least! </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I went grocery shopping for a few necessities…</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeMj_E3o9COb4x4HeNP0dsxCp2kP8Yv2pfxvr4KDj7XQYc_vwYykihTZxNYRdJjU0rXaPC9ue41FXcE0DST6AC2ey6ma-P__YG__mZKIsHkhxSzIR2IK6qj4qJUR5GiysNFNwQ-zrNuY/s1600-h/DSCN0413%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0413" border="0" alt="DSCN0413" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ILaloLaMaJo/T1eHRRLxI8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZmAPMffDZq0/DSCN0413_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="581" height="466"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I may or may not have enjoyed one of these bad boys on the way home <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HqleJlh4Pik/T1eHRal7IpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-VLz4GeYA5c/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"></font></p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2DLr_MyS7UfuRDKXSZQksLlg3tOcdozYx9HW5hlmMbObYDhHZB1_YXDhVacuoz8eWMz59Iq0l7-IS50sV6F8IcjxhEoaUkt3jiSZxuF6F5rfaMg0JvL2hPL-1zTSlfRA6tUBc3akMnQ/s1600-h/DSCN0415%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0415" border="0" alt="DSCN0415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFh2UCJFBVapFhO6yNfU5Z4ksy9pBL_zkaA-D1cQTz5z6J0m6rRYRt562WpKWHpTDnOCJqsRe6JWjLvDmXY-TW0vPtZZOqZtDfULOPCPbkVcz-p6OiMUvG5d45AC0MoQ14d_3FkddrwY/?imgmax=800" width="399" height="568"></a> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Totally AMAZINGLY mouth-watering!</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-373hSttFPiiwrElRRb2RS7QttT_2UOq43pJbVgluBrt4IGNn9FSGVHC4WR0PUvl2ISNsH6dKiU-3hDTon98-0bycMUsywQAiKrxIlrsd6rsyJ_zy9FlRnqgHMJzZ7ufejnZEWRnirPE/s1600-h/DSCN0416%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0416" border="0" alt="DSCN0416" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mEWVly-7oMA/T1eHT9tUqDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xh28_kjG7C8/DSCN0416_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="586" height="483"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Some Soft Wraps (so fluffy and soft!) Pita Pockets and Spinach Dip.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I bought this on a whim in hopes to make a delish pita with spinach, provolone cheese and this spinach dip…</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh594LFzvfnGb9sH-8FZUXGAhVlyFEXtudrf8IsGjErglpk-lFSpM0GqZgJTAlF5UzA3-PhnklQBT5-nvoWwJrn2FJd3zF1PjuAW7-0zQkRSDyIiNBdVPblOvV0RV1RAM0jUiw5dTvhlOI/s1600-h/DSCN0418%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0418" border="0" alt="DSCN0418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxzMGy1-Bo049MrjvPKcoU39Aae9_1QNBP_r-fH1zIwFYrgeWTYs9Wcw0Hv1M7iPYOVG_h0PQQWJq87e_5Dp_Mgi7eWCW0KeDuiEx9MAQicu9uqQN0y3BMnKvbcIEkTzdbEPFcQuVBfI/?imgmax=800" width="476" height="389"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Silly me didn’t read the ingredients before I got home.</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuOy_mhnnP2NjIdCfZBYV5s5PcnPhuIQtAjLiaCg0tE9Ob1vnPDZuEB2xZzD2EwpRSw43JiNgRKQNvUD6G_wtdANWVsA2ArkiJch7_IXSXNAxiVK0_9gWDrolN8IMD8q0-i94Pfk6mgw/s1600-h/DSCN0419%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0419" border="0" alt="DSCN0419" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4Sgp-hkPfAk/T1eHVwbZmLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZJb8pkdHqT0/DSCN0419_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="480" height="385"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Sorry for the blurry pic and lack of being able to actually read anything of the ingredients but I know just from looking at the length that it has WAY too much crap in it!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Ugh, you win some, you lose some.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">anyways…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Can you tell I am super pumped for my upcoming anniversary gift from the Officer?</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9JXVwgM9CIUtEM0voticMVyCA2_qKowgSPb3Oi0NBuc7TJ2moZV73SpRZl1PwdM3ckI7Af36GWl6aLQFkIazvkYi_Wndh1y79W_bHGgsDuiAzMjtCuKM2ujouzmO3jbT6XuczdMNi6k/s1600-h/DSCN0421%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0421" border="0" alt="DSCN0421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtABf5JGtKhDTfPe2aA0eke7rOmXKh-hAkGjwCk5kCyRWTdfCYL9WklIB22YBqz7lKSUKUCNT0BNdGFwv4vgUAwbJ3rKq8RxymITnLJypcK0udQmsEijICtb6cSmwYdC-ptA1reR6A8s/?imgmax=800" width="454" height="592"></a></p> <p align="center">Dear Future Keurig Machine, </p> <p align="center">I cannot wait to use you <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HqleJlh4Pik/T1eHRal7IpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-VLz4GeYA5c/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"> </p> <p align="center"><3 me </p> <p align="center">I have until the end of April to get my present since our anniversary isn’t until April 23rd (2 years baby!!!!) so I have some time to wait…until then, I will just dream of chocolate coffee!</p> <p align="center">We do have a Keurig at work (which is where I fell in love with coffee, 12 hour shifts are sometimes exhausting!) so I can use them until I get my own machine.</p> <p align="center">Well, I’m off to finish up some laundry and get ready for work!</p> <p align="center">Have a wonderful day <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JogEQzlifxw/T1eHQPFf2VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zbXt84wQMz8/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"></p> <p align="center"><3Morgan </p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-70064941662287769302012-03-06T11:46:00.001-08:002012-03-06T11:46:48.870-08:00Today, I Planked<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Good afternoon <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OjO0ObtUJb4/T1Zppwk_nuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8iesegiYs94/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"> </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri">I am so excited right now because I officially finished my first week of my training program provided by <a href="www.tinareale.com" target="_blank">Tina</a> from <a href="www.tinareale.com" target="_blank">Best Body Fitness</a>! Today was my cardio and core circuit day…the cardio was great, just a good treadmill walk for 30 minutes @ 3.2mph @ incline of 3-4 (spilt into 2, before and after core circuit). Simple yet effective and got me sweatin’! My core circuit went…well…so-so. Awesomely, I got my plank time <strong><font color="#ff0000">up to 1 full minute</font></strong>!! The highest I have ever done a full, on elbows plank!!! I really pushed that full minute with the life of me which left little energy for the rest of the circuit. After fiddle-farting around (yes, it is a word! kind of) I decided to do:</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Abdominal Machine @ 70lbs x 2 sets of 20</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Torso Twist Machine @ 55lbs x 2 sets of 10 each side</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Stability Ball Crunches with 6lb medicine ball @ my chest x 15</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Then I got right back on that treadmill and completed my cardio…it was just one of those days I really, really wanted to shake my legs out and go through my magazine. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Tomorrow is my day of Rest...ahhhhh… I’m thinking some yoga has my name on it.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><strong>~Gym Stories~</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I have actually been thinking off offering my cleaning/organizing services at my gym because it seems as though it is being neglected <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-sadsmile" alt="Sad smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmZkIJJjUq1wi0mng4HeOlgqRJLEZzVGAL4vFRa4bjIuXrN8P9bfq2juLzrrbj6iRq-ir4fuDiOiBHwrU0fYlk3i8EJNIkMtTiLiNN66z2MD_nNm3Szn6wbF6_HyS_iTjLc91dYGVeq8/?imgmax=800"> </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">No one vacuums behind the treadmills so there is a collection of dirt and rocks there and the machines haven’t been dusted in ages!! It could definitely use my touch!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">My gym is also a tanning salon, hair salon, day spa and nail salon too (!!) so I pondered maybe offering a little trade(ski-poo) and offer to clean the gym portion for free or even reduced services (besides tanning- totally AGAINST tanning…ladies, you look like crap when you over-tan!!! Plus I’m super scared for skin cancer which another <a href="http://www.lifeofblyss.com/" target="_blank">famous blog-ette</a> just had to deal with!!!)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">*Please, please, please remember…Don’t be “that” girl on the Leg Press talking on your IPhone!!! OMG, dime-store hooker, PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY and GET OFF MY MACHINE!!! thanks, love morgan*</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">haha</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">anyways….</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Now that I have an awesome training plan, I need to get control of what I put in my mouth (that’s what she said)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Clean eating to me is easy…it is avoiding the binge eating that is my vice. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">I am not sure what will work best for me whether it be a set eating plan or writing down everything I eat… I know I am NOT a calorie tracker, I would rather die than try and track calories. I made a meal plan the other day for the entire week and I didn’t even follow a single day. I guess I am more of a “let’s keep a slew of healthy options and I’ll pick what I want, when I want it” kind of girl. </font></p> <p align="center">Wishing everybody luck with Day 2 of <a href="http://www.tinareale.com/953/were-going-to-bootcamp/" target="_blank">Best Body Bootcamp</a>!!! The 24/7 support on the Facebook page is unbelievable!! It is truly awesome to see such an inspired group of women who want to change their lives for the better!! Kick some ass ladies!!</p> <p align="center">Be back with my running fears…and some pictures!!!</p> <p align="center"><3Morgan </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-13137481622335735522012-03-05T12:40:00.001-08:002012-03-05T12:40:45.203-08:00Back in Action: Bootcamp Style (Day 1)<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Oh my my goodness…it has been too long since I wrote a blog post. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">~College life</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">I am taking a break from my classes this semester and have actually pondered transferring to a larger university in the area that offers more courses…the two downsides are that it is 30 minutes away…and I don’t expect it to have that small college feel to it…like you know everyone…a little tight knit community. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">…but who really knows what the future holds I guess. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">~My Children</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">My children are growing like weeds and I love them more each day…I hope and pray everyday to be a better mom to them because they deserve nothing but the best life possible. I want to teach them to be kind, be nice to everyone and live and love like there is no tomorrow. If I want to teach them those lessons…then I definitely need to practice what I preach because there is no better teacher than a good example. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">~My Love</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">My boyfriend never seems to let me forget how much he loves me…and he is truly amazing. He makes me feel beautiful and loved…even after gaining 60lbs since the day I met him, he has never once treated me any different or hinted at my weight gain. Isn’t it sad that someone would be surprised at someone <strong>not</strong> being mean to them. What world do we live in that people would do that to one another?</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Everyday, I am more and more amazed at how wonderful my Officer is…I’m a lucky girl <3</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">~Health & Fitness</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Something I am super pumped about is my decision to sign up for 24 weeks of online personal training with Tina from </font><a href="http://www.tinareale.com"><font size="3" face="Cambria">www.tinareale.com</font></a><font size="3" face="Cambria"> or </font><a href="http://www.faithfitnessfun.com"><font size="3" face="Cambria">www.faithfitnessfun.com</font></a><font size="3" face="Cambria"> </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">First of all…my first 4 week plan she sent over is AMAZING! I just finished Day 5 with some quality elliptical time and a strength training routine (Workout B) that rocked my face off! This girl has a true talent for fitness and I am totally sensing she will go FAR in her career as a personal trainer!! </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Today was also Day 1 of her </font><a href="http://www.tinareale.com/953/were-going-to-bootcamp/" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Best Body Bootcamp</font></a><font size="3" face="Cambria"> which I am participating in the prize option (!!!!) while doing </font><a href="http://www.tinareale.com/services/" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Cambria">my own personalized plan</font></a><font size="3" face="Cambria"> that Ms. Tina made for me :) She made a </font><a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/281106598626953/" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Best Body Bootcamp Facebook Page</font></a><font size="3" face="Cambria"> also that has already totally changed this program for me!! There are (so far) 196 members to support each other and spread positivity throughout this program and it is GREAT!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">With her Bootcamp, you make 2 mini-goals (each week or longer if you like) and check it off each day if you accomplish it…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Mine for this week are:</font></p> <p align="center"><strong><font color="#9b00d3" size="3" face="Cambria">NO Binge Eating!!!</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><font face="Cambria"><font size="3"><strong><font color="#9b00d3">Drink my face off (H2O, no booze here, yo!)</font></strong> </font></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">My future goals for the next few weeks will be…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Eliminate diet soda</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria"> Have a smoothie & salad each day</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">10 minutes of yoga per day</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Brown bag and cook all meals</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Cambria">Gotta go…I have dinner to make for my lovelies <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYD1GCBvgNJkXUvKL5zdhLc-2_THXkapggmjRhIVe2cFKNYMwL1Ma9WTqCxnn4rCRGY9gFDV4e_-fwO7nQczBB2MtItBj_1pLh-gWbSqa0foyoZx8sWAERngshiJmubQGihNK0vQ8jrU8/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4neQkBsoz22_Xs6ft9wjqwsSKFNBlzedMI94LxBnmDFH-cmJCRTkQ4B1Dnkzdw5hqo0XCm1uBX7v_GAwTHbVZ0dA0Xzt7LtVK_B8dJKFc8fG4nEGeIYmkjfSQcZsWO6iuRqlK9wdEhI/s1600-h/DSCN0341%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0341" border="0" alt="DSCN0341" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0eaHtKoW8TQ/T1UkzJqI6xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VvQrfn2c99I/DSCN0341_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="543" height="438"></a></p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-46741235567485953372012-01-29T20:13:00.001-08:002012-01-29T20:13:23.761-08:00Be a coward or make some changes?<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I like to speak my mind</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I am not afraid to go against the grain and do the ‘right’ thing. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I <font color="#0000ff">don’t care what the crowd</font> is doing,</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I like to do my own thing. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Biggest pet peeve? </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#008040" size="3" face="Arial">Cowards. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I believe if someone is too scared that they will be disliked if they stand up for what they believe…or stick up for a person who is wronged in someway…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">….they are cowardly. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Yes, I have said what I believe is true and gotten <font color="#ff0000">shunned </font>and basically sh*t on. I was told to ‘stop causing drama and get along with people.’ </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I spend 160 hours out of my month surrounded by mistreatment, discrimination and hatred. People flat out hate each other. Their best friends are their worst enemies in disguise. I see good people break down and turn into different souls. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">New people have a spark of excitement in their eyes…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">which quickly fade into eyes of disgust and defeat. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">They (actually we) are basically <font color="#9b00d3">cattle</font>. Herded to our ‘work station’ and told everything we do is wrong. One supervisor will tell you to go left…and the next one tells you to go right (and writes you up for going left)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We are told to be the “old” (fill in your name here) We are told to go back to being the nice person we were when we started. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We are told to act professional one second, right after that person gets done making a sexual joke that was the opposite of professional. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I could go out and look for another job but what holds me back is fear.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0000" size="3" face="Arial">And plenty of it. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">My ‘what ifs’ are holding me back. I refuse to take any responsibility for the ridiculousness of some people here…but it is my fault for staying and continuing to endure it. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">But I shouldn’t have to leave to find a job where I am not mistreated! Why am I the one who has to leave??!! </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Because no one else will speak up…if everyone keeps their grips and issues to themselves or their closest buddy here, nothing will ever change. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Next question….</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Is it even <font color="#9b00d3">WORTH</font> changing?</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I don’t plan on working here forever. It is not my career choice, just my current job until my next calling comes at me. I just feel as though I cannot wait for my calling to ‘come at me’. I love change and boy do I ever need it! </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I am a good person. I speak the truth. I am as loyal as they come. I am a good listener. I am honest. I admit when I am wrong. I don’t stand down to anyone. I defend the defenseless <font color="#f79646">and I have empathy, sympathy</font> and compassion. And I still am working everyday to be an even better person than I was yesterday.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">But here…I need to either dump them or join them because they bring out a baaaaaad side of me. The side I feel guilty for having but I think we all have a ‘darker’ side… Darth Vader did. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I like my good side <font color="#ff0080">much better</font>. So do other people. </font></p> <p align="center">I know my life won’t change unless I put the effort in to change it so what the heck am I waiting for? If you don’t like the circumstances you are in at any given time, it is your God-given right to take control and decide what you want to do differently. </p> <p align="center">I have some soul-searching to do.</p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-38726357736234937412012-01-26T14:53:00.001-08:002012-01-26T14:53:01.976-08:00Dream Chaser<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">After reading an awesome post by </font><a href="http://www.lifeofblyss.com/2012/01/the-best-kind-of-opportunity/" target="_blank"><font size="3" face="Arial">one of my favorite blog-ettes</font></a><font face="Arial"><font size="3">, I got a sudden inspiration to write about my dreams and aspirations. For myself, my list is ever-changing. Quite frankly,<font color="#4f81bd"> I have NO idea what I want to do</font> <strike>when I grow up. </strike></font></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I have always <font color="#9b00d3">loved writing</font>. I definitely would love, love, love to devote more time to my blog…all I have to do is<font color="#ff0000"><strong> PUT THE EFFORT IN</strong></font>!!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love being a <font color="#f79646">mama</font> and I would love to have more children…but I don’t truly see myself as ever becoming a full-time, stay at home mom. As of right now (since I am not fully in love with my job) I would <font color="#0000ff">LOVE </font>to stay home. I know for me, my career that I will one day totally love, will never feel like work. I would also love to have a job I can do from home (at least a part time job) </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love running. I have always wanted to be a runner. One mile, 5k, 10k, half-marathon and maybe one day a full marathon….I want to start and conquer each of those to prove to myself that<font color="#ff0080"> I CAN DO ANYTHING</font>!!! And honestly, what better way to train, get fit and stay motivated than the opportunity to get a medal? </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love<font color="#ffc000"> taking care of people</font> and I love the medical field. I wanted to become an E.M.T. ever since I was eight years old. I got my certification in 2004 and now I am a dispatcher for one of the busiest, biggest ambulance companies in the area. I love what I do there…<font color="#9b00d3">I love helping people</font> when there are lives on the line and I like having great customer service. Not to honk my own horn but I know I am <font color="#ff0000">damn good</font> at what I do there too. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">But it is not my calling. And I have hit the<font color="#4f81bd"> ‘glass ceiling’</font> and there is no chance of moving on up and advancing there. And I want MORE!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I started back at college in the spring of 2011 and have been working on my pre-requisites for Nursing School. For a long time, I believed nursing was my calling…and I still do. The only thing holding me back is the fact that during my first semester after taking <font color="#008000">Psychology and Human Development</font>, I fell in love with both of them! Is it possible to get 4 degrees and not be 50 years old by the time I get them all?</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Now, I have NO IDEA <font color="#dfce04">what I would do with</font> a psych or human development degree… counseling? Life coaching? Assistance Program Director? </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love the idea of owning my own business…especially one that would help people. Whether it be a baby/toddler daycare or personal grocery shopping/errand runner, I love the idea of <font color="#0000ff">OWNING MY OWN COMPANY</font>. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love all things health and fitness too. Even though I am at my ‘before’ right now and I am not fit or healthy, I know<font color="#ff0080"> I will get there very soon</font>. Once I am there, I would love nothing more than to help other women with health coaching and training. I have contemplated getting my fitness training certification as well as possibly obtaining my Registered Dietician degree. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I would love to do a million things. I have a <font color="#4f81bd">ton of interests</font> and wannabe hobbies that I do not make time for. I want to be able to show my kids to follow their dreams and do what they love with<font color="#9b00d3"> PASSION</font>. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Sometimes, I shy away from sharing all of my dreams and hobbies. I respect people who can just <font color="#008040">put it all out there</font>! </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0000" size="3" face="Arial">I just need to kick myself in the a$$ and GET TO IT!!!</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0000" size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Arial"><3morgan </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-16020027503800913292012-01-16T11:27:00.001-08:002012-01-16T11:27:55.271-08:00The Start of My Love Story<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 17th, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I hear from a good friend that she wants to set me up with her friend, The Officer. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 18th, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I get a message on Facebook from the Officer. Followed by a friend request and whole bunch of text messages.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 21st, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">My first conversation with the Officer which lasted for over four hours. It was one of those conversations you have with your phone charger chaining you to the wall but you don’t mind because you are having a great time talking. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 23rd, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I worked, got my hair trimmed and blown out, put on my cute new outfit and took a chance with a blind date. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I greeted him with a nervous hug when he walked up to my door…and he told me I was prettier in person than online and made my heart melt with excitement. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We had dinner at Olive Garden and literally shutdown the place. The tired waiters were vacuuming around our table and loudly clinking the glasses together as a modest “get the f*ck out of here you two!!!” hint. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We drove around until 1230am that night…he dropped me off at my car and sent me a smiley-faced winky text message before he even pulled out of my apartment complexes driveway. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 25th, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">He was bummed out because he had to give away his dog so I cheered him up with homemade cookies (I didn’t make them…but I guess he thought I did) and I started to realize I was falling for him. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 26th, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We took our first official picture together and hung out on my couch watching dumb re-runs…being next to him felt comforting yet awkward since it was so new…I knew that night that I was in love with him and I have never felt so content with a new relationship before…I just felt that it was right.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">April 30th, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">He asked me to be his girlfriend.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">May 1st, 2010…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">He told me he loved me. </font></p> <p align="center">~~~~~</p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">So that was the start to my love story. I took a chance on a blind date set up because it felt right and I had a ‘sign’ As cheesy as my ‘sign’ was, I believed in it and to this day, I wasn’t wrong about. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">My friend called me while I was in my car on my way to another friend’s house to hang out. I told myself I wasn’t going to be set up again after being set up horribly two other times. On my way home, I couldn’t get my mind off this set up and I asked for a sign. A few minutes later, I rounded a curve in the road and came across two police cruisers with their lights swirling brightly in the night, pulled over on the side of the road. I was in the middle of nowhere with no other traffic but myself…when I saw those lights flashing, I decided that was my ‘sign’</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"><img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkLWm2abYYXS0kMpjoR1mpy1VZDFt70TiD3fHTw2eSu-JCtnXfu6dx-pYlGtS4Nejsl_3xdbZtnAaL20LHxytMXca6iMyznniSCMH2RcQWrUYocPrm9fXpC9SyL9pNG9E7VbFQ2PdJhE/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">See, told you it sounds cheesy. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I met the love of my life. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I love him more than he will ever understand.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">He is the most amazing man. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">We are coming up on our 2-year anniversary and I am making a vow to myself to be the best girlfriend I can be. I want to be his support, compassion, cheerleader, best friend and most trusted side-kick. He deserves the best and I vow to take care of him forever. <3</font></p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-90186755435261364912012-01-15T20:07:00.001-08:002012-01-15T20:09:01.316-08:00In a Rut<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">My job is to take care of my family and myself. No ifs, ands or buts about it. I know I need to put myself first and I really need to learn how to communicate…especailly with the Officer. He cares for me with all of his heart and is concerned when I shut-down and cry. When he asks what is wrong, I respond with “nothing”. I know it hurts him that I don’t tell him the reason I am so down on myself…I would be crushed if something was bothering him and he refused to tell me what was going on. And it is not him at all…it is all me with the communication complex. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Truth is, I have never been talkative and open about my weight. Whether it is at an all-time high or all-time low, it always feels awkward and uncomfortable to even THINK about talking about it with someone else, no matter who they are. I live my days in fear that someone will mention my weight gain or high weight in general. I nit-pick every comment that is made to me and determine if it was weight-related and referenced to me. I remember feeling this way in high school and middle school and it is p.a.r.a.l.y.z.i.n.g. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I waste so much time and energy worrying about the embarrassment and shame of my weight gain and I am exhausted by it. It is so life-consuming that I have been unable to start up and fully commit to any sort of plan to take over my health. Instead, I fail…make excuses…use “I’ll start tomorrow”s…and ultimately quit my plan before it gets off the ground. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I feel like this has caused me to give up on life as well. I don’t play with my beautiful children, we don’t do activites…hell, most days I don’t even leave the house. I am terrified of seeing someone I know…seeing that look on their face of, “What the f*ck did she do to herself??!!”</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I go to work,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">take the kids to school, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">pick the kids up from school, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">grocery shop.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I couldn’t tell you the last time I got out of the house for any reason besides the ones I just mentioned. Instead of <strong>living</strong> my life, I sit and watch endless hours of T.V., check Facebook a million times and spend hours of non-productive blog stalking. I may try and pawn it off as “taking it easy and relaxing on my day off” but in reality…I do it because I have no energy to do anything else. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><strong>No wonder why I’m bummed out and in a rut. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">All I want to just BUST out of this funk I am in. It is affecting everyone I love and everyone around me. The Officer and my babies deserve a HAPPY, FUN lady/mama of the house! I deserve to be happy for myself! I deserve to achieve my weight loss goals and my life goals as well!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">How can I light a fire under my own ass?</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/277745501988914347/" target="_blank"><img alt="audrey" border="0" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_yWy10Xr4mZbgqfycpzYrxOBpgJ1TudcgzJ9dcmj0hb938IWZuhmuqEyjiK5APTICPw8ji5ZPKx7PxfougHDtaKBPxpuhsK2nfjKHoK-762mpmYFdB1myAEK4pH94AmjVRPSZvwOOL0/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="audrey" width="383" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/277745501988961990/" target="_blank"><img alt="nevergiveup" border="0" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6iUylJv4I07zyn4Cy6bVl_TbM4c9WhD3R510hd6qCYZCZmUBCcpXChhIvFa2UDpSAvemZcJC1v-sqr3R_-bNthCJfY-Ta9OjFNArYwaHOhlkvRhaeFCYaWFDKtujmi0bvAyXL7bOfEc/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="nevergiveup" width="415" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/277745501988959151/" target="_blank"><img alt="takechances" border="0" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiFho78D1YAPzxhxImBU7RYLpCHyJ0PSgp7whqa486iKTyBOkjIMaJMifBkEkgf7v6tXpVU6NnahRKE1PJ8fixccS2dy2CI-ffDxf7r1u61vDy-6Fiubpg33m4_RX9Uj8_xEUPwvuuaw/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="takechances" width="402" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">It’s up to me. </span></div>morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-70429275975971331362012-01-11T19:58:00.001-08:002012-01-11T19:58:02.182-08:00From Stagnant to Sizzling<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Well 11 days into 2012 and so far the consensus for this new year is that 2012 is going to be hoppin'! Honestly, I could not be any happier to hear that because I need it. 2011 was good, don’t get me wrong. My kids are healthy and doing great in kindergarten…my boyfriend is wonderful and amazing, we have jobs and a great home…and I am grateful. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I want more! As selfish as that may sound since I know I have much more than others do…that does not mean I need to be content with my life if I am not 120% happy with it. The things I want to change are mainly with myself because I know once I am happier, everything else will fall into place. If I feel better about myself, my confidence goes up, I am more awesome to be around and that means I won’t chase my kids and boyfriend away. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">One of my best presents ((ever!!)) was my Kindle Fire <strike>(which I play Angry Birds on 89% of the time)</strike> </font></p> <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="thumbnailCAUM8EMS" border="0" alt="thumbnailCAUM8EMS" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8z0zzwbcWM4/Tw5aMNYHZbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Oxh_aIaiyQs/thumbnailCAUM8EMS%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" height="275"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">and I am head-over-heels in love…</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I am about half way through “This Year I Will…” and it is a WONDERFUL book!</font></p> <p align="left"><a href="http://www.amazon.com" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="thumbnailCA517N4K" border="0" alt="thumbnailCA517N4K" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeCvYZmGBB2UZYQgSGWSgH_beJlX8DPayhW4THVpDl-BiH_5pPmyxscl9nW3Lg6KS5QdxMywaAI-jDFvxCtrJNZp4UtNi254ChdggMSOG8Rse5mDqZmA5HjzKJD_mz-5aK61cJjKSQRg/?imgmax=800" width="297" height="406"></a></p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">The chapter that really stuck with me and caught my eye was all about picking just one or two really important things you want to work on…not just a bunch of things that will end up scattering your focus and eventually leading to failure. I’m sure I am not the only person who can make a list of a half million things you want to work on. And I never end up sticking to it…any of it. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I figured I would give it a whirl and just stick with the two most important changes I would love to make to improve my life….</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="4">My Heath & Fitness</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jVDjqdjWXsw/Tw5aMge9KMI/AAAAAAAAABw/mVr8XvDHCRQ/s1600-h/183310647302562584_pMmAQiFo_c%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><font size="4"><a href="http://pinterest.com/kayceewelborn/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="183310647302562584_pMmAQiFo_c" border="0" alt="183310647302562584_pMmAQiFo_c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNU6RGNoZvsEVtiFagO7S8aoGLsET44js_j-1HIwtIhVAixX9-ccAfCDPF6ZtgRIwuOqXLLlJ8Ync9ZEX0ws72-vZGGsXuZwRF-w_71QjP6SjhRae9EHSv0k7CwaNz3ccf1SjKNkPnc_k/?imgmax=800" width="446" height="293"></a></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="4">and…</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#9b00d3" size="4">My Home Organization</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.bhg.com/kitchen/storage/organization/ways-to-store-more-in-your-kitchen/?page=7" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="550_101441818" border="0" alt="550_101441818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ta5tGHjRoHjAbzzwHLlEnFpBlb4g8F5Y7ag7dQ6OcojRB6AloUPu6xQAD2h_H1VYKHZ0pxnxQcuL8uxKeK5nWIBPmISFRd9e1j1dWPqo3074g0rMjGyd3W-f44ItkmO2clgZMOFJwr4/?imgmax=800" width="463" height="487"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I know when I bust my a$$ and shape up, I will be so-so-so much happier with myself, more confident, energetic and unstoppable. The “guilt of the unhealthy” is so life-consuming, some days it is all I think about. From the too-tight jeans and uncomfortable muffin top to the constant desire for a nap, I am done feeling like sh*t. I have wasted a majority of my past 26 years feeling like this…why on Earth would I allow it to continue???</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">My obsessive desire to organize the crap out of my house. I want to need something and go to the exact spot where it is. I hate the unnecessary stress of not being able to find something (literally just happened today) </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTmTGyFA4ocVr8v7oipRDiqvvdf7U-qwADzeZGCMJcrqG6sRiRzUWo_HWgG4af-GdwPFmEJ0gpIvdYvxaA29jfRZjmCYN3b2KMImBApxbGq0eCqAML7adZVo9JGG_VqlzZFymaqStHDI/s1600-h/DSCN0175%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0175" border="0" alt="DSCN0175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKIpIlNt0VGCyYxbymEkj37gmphJbwM_aigkn6HqmGam-Bw-l19G61BSwICpioQmxs6GHqcPSretYH0DpEqeu6UTyYCfb5gGAzBcXES6ROz-dR-3A8wWms9l5UbypfAZ_sV4kqQIhTfo/?imgmax=800" width="463" height="364"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">(yeah, that is supposed to be my desk. no wonder I am so productive, right?)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I have an enormous amount of school work and artwork from my kiddos that is priceless to me and I have a plan for it. I just haven’t taken any incentive for handling it. I cringe in disgust anytime I passed that desk of mine. It is embarrassing! </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">What is worse is my kitchen</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyz4x4PynaBTprwd2dDO2fd4OzPreidX3K9pzw-vcKOb3L6tD0i7E5XCSN24k2Rw6lH4hpLxgY0UUgexlZBvijuJ200MpNvIDLOzWlvFlXTu6RBQ-Lda_7ZqcKOEzSfGba-s-aCttMfnI/s1600-h/DSCN0269%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0269" border="0" alt="DSCN0269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ijmJBJD8E2CC__7Z-JZ6KuxLNgqb_XWRRX33opaeg4VK21DWGKydrvR-47VtlFF30oK_NKgnrha6cq73WKkL-sBUL0hfU5BJq2TlasRPWb48mFgaif4S7JEh6tMkVMoHpZxhlfN4mwo/?imgmax=800" width="449" height="360"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vIZ23gqnGnQ/Tw5aPT6dJFI/AAAAAAAAACo/ljLkc1sUPCA/s1600-h/DSCN0268%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0268" border="0" alt="DSCN0268" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pk0EtSoD6ZI/Tw5aPs7RgmI/AAAAAAAAACw/r0USAbRANB0/DSCN0268_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="364"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jYyDBUZMCY4/Tw5aQMhlZPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Emn2PjZwUJs/s1600-h/DSCN0273%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0273" border="0" alt="DSCN0273" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yOzcBYxxd-Q/Tw5aQXwLgkI/AAAAAAAAADA/AMxOQAwH7Ew/DSCN0273_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="356"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Ick, Ick, Ick. </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#0000ff" size="3" face="Arial"><em>Dear Kitchen, You and I will change each other’s lives tomorrow. <3 me</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Once I conquer these changes, I will pick something else to work on. I know my health and fitness will be constantly evolving and will need life long, consistent work but will get easier once some good habits replace bad habits. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">(One bad habit I <strong>have</strong> stayed away from since the New Year is fast food…go me!)</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Some good habits I am bringing back are…</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieELce2OSrMjLvcYjnVvlJ1ClpHCDEdOtPu0lLipEE0Cl5BlNy8AftnG4cmidJV4FKfLPwE363r83daAHuKnmyXnXZYds1h7lx9913mQ2IR1pmbv7oGhtuoGcPmZzPOcYOnYKXNKRmkrg/s1600-h/DSCN0286%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0286" border="0" alt="DSCN0286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQawEt70yRk_FvbWO-uwKcyRcmn_OBAaay-4vW_11sR8yhWeYqBZZaZWjQyUYKLGCpM4PuGRp67CPQia6tJtpSbMf8phAgTZVpzwdd4ImZTKmAYTV6MuRuZTReu7NC7D6TGN4DRN55m4/?imgmax=800" width="473" height="371"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Smoothie Luv <3</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/curlykat/" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="84864774197984815_kXAY1iYH_c" border="0" alt="84864774197984815_kXAY1iYH_c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M_HqMFHmYWe7B-ziAzDF11uL5NyqzIXy9L4wokghz38Y3cl3INTWta5A1DaWT1ETuDnzlO21pj1f3EMdF-OJA0ZWyMa_bHYDzBD7_M6YDs7W14zK0d_OQpyXPKIsBJDTIvQe65nuLPw/?imgmax=800" width="473" height="489"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Yoga Luv <3</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">plus…it’s almost time for a lil <a href="http://www.fitnessista.com" target="_blank">Fitnessista</a> Winter Shape-Up 2012!<br>Talk about perfect timing!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"><img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGvyJKH1CXhyloY0MOhKsr59OfLVyMno11kU-ADXWJ_N7gDyIiH6GsSFfgmyHJgw04gFF66JrcmaL6XaqP_AG33Iul58SGfLjGY9kLdbgEXCXQRO-uCYNVmKEh_FmDCj70r8BAtazpgk/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">I definitely know I can do it and I know what to do so I have no excuses. </font></p> <p align="center"><a href="believe-toachieve.tumblr.com" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100627372893789763_emiwWhFq_c" border="0" alt="100627372893789763_emiwWhFq_c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggD8mBW5EDXq9VC8agWfTECB43vpIm6LR3EQ-kMs1qWlgoug0Qk9NBLfy_j61WClsRZXQtqZCFrgzzP8jCLCJz5X692KJ8f2kezkzYNBau3ynl5FqtEPGgyqsqbl61LnO9BuBdQbYAiCs/?imgmax=800" width="455" height="300"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">and frankly…</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/240872280039875436/" target="_blank"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="240872280039875436_jJL69eyy_c" border="0" alt="240872280039875436_jJL69eyy_c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1QcludPDjNsV4vHxHOrdwSKWLGUtfxHaanO9Hqjwdby4hOEoNwQeR-ySr-NwppwppTteHDnYDCGM4Wf4HWDIfyxGd5-TsH9RyCqPlBBlztjYjGIUAihCx3zf27SkPG_rh-oh-0XRZQs/?imgmax=800" width="360" height="241"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">To Do:</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">*Make Inspiration/Vision Board</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">*Determine how easy repainting the pantry would be…lol</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">*Reorganize desk and kitchen cabinets</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">*Go for a walk and do some yoga </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial">Here’s to kickin some @$$ <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGvyJKH1CXhyloY0MOhKsr59OfLVyMno11kU-ADXWJ_N7gDyIiH6GsSFfgmyHJgw04gFF66JrcmaL6XaqP_AG33Iul58SGfLjGY9kLdbgEXCXQRO-uCYNVmKEh_FmDCj70r8BAtazpgk/?imgmax=800"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"><3morgan</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Arial"></font></p> morganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948447093279008392.post-60572911555747804412011-12-31T19:40:00.000-08:002011-12-31T19:48:21.069-08:00Happy New Year :)New Year’s brings on hope, excitement and a chance to revamp your life at the stroke of midnight. Many people do not like using New Year’s as a starting point for a re-do of the past year’s mistakes and lessons learned. I however, love the idea. I have never ever put my resolutions on paper, much less on a blog for anyone to see. I am ready to rock 2012 like crazy and make it my best year yet! <br />
eat clean and vegan as much as possible, do yoga 2 times a week, kick up my dental hygeine, start a running routine three times a week, treat myself to hot baths…getting my hair done…at-home manicures…maybe even a massage one day, start working on my 150, have a healthy and sexier birthday, take care of my appearance doing my hair and makeup, start a savings account for my children, keep up with my blog, get better sleep, stop procrastinating, apply for nursing school, save money like mad, eliminate all fast food completely and reduce takeout and resturant food to twice a month, nurture my current friendships and make new friends, be the best mommy I can be to my twins and the best (almost) step-mom to my boyfriend’s little boy, up my water intake everyday, read all of my current kindle books before I download another one, give thanks as much as possible and practice good deeds daily, catch up on scrapbooks and craft, organize my desk and paperwork, organize my kitchen….well organize my whole entire life actually, clean up my credit and start paying off debt, treat my boyfriend like a king and take care of his heart <3, do a great job at everything I do and put in full effort in every task, learn-learn-learn as much as I can, be active with my children and get them outside and moving! be asthma-free by the end of the year, run a 5k race. <br />
I am going to be a newer, better, nicer, fitter, sexier, kinder, healthier me! I’m ready to rock the face off this new year!!!<br />
<3morganmorganshineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352803974206574043noreply@blogger.com0