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May 30

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May 25

“If men can run the world, why can’t they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?” — ~Linda Ellerbee

Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is

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so very very true!

so very very true!

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correct :)

correct :)

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May 15

My friend Jess sent me an old hooping pic that at the time I did not want her to take. Looking at the pic now I see why. However, I’m glad she was able to get that pic. I hate the picture to the left, but I love it when it’s right near the picture to the right, a recent hooping picture. One I was struggling with hooping in that first pic. I couldn’t hoop for the life of me back then. And second I am attacking that hoop with my belly. So much progress. Gives me some extra motivation to continue on the fitness route.

My friend Jess sent me an old hooping pic that at the time I did not want her to take. Looking at the pic now I see why. However, I’m glad she was able to get that pic.

I hate the picture to the left, but I love it when it’s right near the picture to the right, a recent hooping picture. One I was struggling with hooping in that first pic. I couldn’t hoop for the life of me back then. And second I am attacking that hoop with my belly.

So much progress. Gives me some extra motivation to continue on the fitness route.

May 14

Super hero on skates. It’s how I feel each time I successfully booty block the opposing jammer or help my jammer thru the pack :)

Super hero on skates. It’s how I feel each time I successfully booty block the opposing jammer or help my jammer thru the pack :)

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May 13

1000scientists: In 2007, archaelogists unearthed two skeletons from the Neolithic period locked in an eternal embrace and buried outside Mantua, Italy, just 25 miles south of Verona: the city where Shakespeare set the star-crossed tale of Romeo and Juliet. They are thought to have died young because they both had all their teeth intact. But beyond that, the skeletons are a mystery. Absolutely beautiful

1000scientists:

In 2007, archaelogists unearthed two skeletons from the Neolithic period locked in an eternal embrace and buried outside Mantua, Italy, just 25 miles south of Verona: the city where Shakespeare set the star-crossed tale of Romeo and Juliet. They are thought to have died young because they both had all their teeth intact. But beyond that, the skeletons are a mystery.

Absolutely beautiful

May 12

“Never judge anyone shortly because
every saint has a past and
every sinner has a future” — Oscar Wilde

May 11

So some back story before we get to this picture. I’ve been stressing a ton about MS stuff and Tysabri’s (my medicine) side effects. I should be thinking “I’m healthy! There are plenty of MS patients that can’t do the things you can do! So take advantage of that!!” But instead I’m thinking “I’m going to end up getting brain fever and will have to use a wheelchair forever!” GAH! That may happen. A lot of horrible things may happen. But they may not. I may end up in a wheelchair because of other non MS reasons. Or I may continue to live my life normally and without major incidents. I’m freaking myself out for no reason. I’m doing exactly what I do when I get an MRI. “What if a murderer comes into the hospital, kills the nurses and leaves me in the MRI machine to torture? What if there is a zombie attack (or some sort of attack) and everyone runs away (every man for themselves) and I’m tied down into the MRI machine and can’t escape! I’m doomed to be a zombie. What if a fire broke out and I can’t escape? I’ll doomed to feel myself burn and die!” etc etc. Um zombies? Murderers? Fires? WTF is wrong with me? On top of all that stressing I’ve been bad about consistant workouts and proper eating this last month. Unfortunately that helps build depression, which is a bitch and stopped all the good behaviours I have worked so hard to build. Plus I feel like Eeyore all the time. Except I’m not looking for my tail, I’m looking for the sun. Damn you rainy, cloudy days! So all these bad thoughts, bad behaviours, and gray sky’s had me in a funk. Then I saw that picture. Yep. I almost started crying. I feel like I look like a beast near my teammates. I’m going to be a beast in a wheelchair! The only reason I didn’t start crying immediately was that I was at work. How would I explain my tears? “This picture makes me feel fat but really it’s just a catalyst for the tears I’ve been wanting to shed over the other stressful thoughts in my heads.” After a few evenings of feeling sad for myself I came to a conclusion… FUCK THIS! I am fucking lucky and ridiculously blessed and shouldn’t discount that. Yeah horrible things can happen but thats a universal truth for everyone so stop being a Debbie downer. Stop thinking about the unknown and get your life back on track. Oh, and btw I control my habits and if I stay fat, well, it’s my own damn fault. So cut it out. I’ve done pretty darn good so far but I have more to do. So this horrible picture just became a great, fantastic, motivating picture. This is my fucking year and I refuse to have negativity and gray sky’s kill it. Time to go drill sergeant on myself.

So some back story before we get to this picture.

I’ve been stressing a ton about MS stuff and Tysabri’s (my medicine) side effects. I should be thinking “I’m healthy! There are plenty of MS patients that can’t do the things you can do! So take advantage of that!!” But instead I’m thinking “I’m going to end up getting brain fever and will have to use a wheelchair forever!” GAH!

That may happen. A lot of horrible things may happen. But they may not. I may end up in a wheelchair because of other non MS reasons. Or I may continue to live my life normally and without major incidents. I’m freaking myself out for no reason. I’m doing exactly what I do when I get an MRI.

“What if a murderer comes into the hospital, kills the nurses and leaves me in the MRI machine to torture? What if there is a zombie attack (or some sort of attack) and everyone runs away (every man for themselves) and I’m tied down into the MRI machine and can’t escape! I’m doomed to be a zombie. What if a fire broke out and I can’t escape? I’ll doomed to feel myself burn and die!” etc etc. Um zombies? Murderers? Fires? WTF is wrong with me?

On top of all that stressing I’ve been bad about consistant workouts and proper eating this last month. Unfortunately that helps build depression, which is a bitch and stopped all the good behaviours I have worked so hard to build. Plus I feel like Eeyore all the time. Except I’m not looking for my tail, I’m looking for the sun. Damn you rainy, cloudy days!

So all these bad thoughts, bad behaviours, and gray sky’s had me in a funk. Then I saw that picture. Yep. I almost started crying. I feel like I look like a beast near my teammates. I’m going to be a beast in a wheelchair! The only reason I didn’t start crying immediately was that I was at work. How would I explain my tears? “This picture makes me feel fat but really it’s just a catalyst for the tears I’ve been wanting to shed over the other stressful thoughts in my heads.”

After a few evenings of feeling sad for myself I came to a conclusion… FUCK THIS! I am fucking lucky and ridiculously blessed and shouldn’t discount that. Yeah horrible things can happen but thats a universal truth for everyone so stop being a Debbie downer. Stop thinking about the unknown and get your life back on track. Oh, and btw I control my habits and if I stay fat, well, it’s my own damn fault. So cut it out. I’ve done pretty darn good so far but I have more to do. So this horrible picture just became a great, fantastic, motivating picture. This is my fucking year and I refuse to have negativity and gray sky’s kill it.

Time to go drill sergeant on myself.