Two weeks ago, I changed my life. I didn't go on a diet, I made a lifestyle change.
"They" say that the first few weeks of a new habit are the hardest. Don't get me wrong, I have had my challenges, but all in all, I haven't really struggled with this. Is this just a mindset that I have suddenly entered into?
I wake up early to workout. 2 things wrong with that statement. "Early" and "workout"...two word that were 'bad' words in my vocabulary only 2 weeks ago. Don't tell anyone, but I actually look forward getting up and working out. It doesn't matter whether it is running with my new sneakers, or boxing on the Wii...I wakeup ready to go.
So, if you remember, my goal is to drop 100 lbs. As of this morning's weigh in, I have dropped 16.5 of those (in only 2 weeks). 83.5 left to go!
Hope the rain holds off tomorrow...gotta get runnin'!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Day 1. Loser.
Sunday, April 19, was a big day for me. A rough day. An unexpected day.
I went to church (http://www.mytruenorth.org) like most Sundays. We are in a series called "Hostage". We're talking all about what are those things in your life that are keeping you from experiencing TRUE freedom in life and your walk with God. This week's topic was simply called "Addiction". I have no addictions (okay, maybe Mt. Dew) so this was going to be an easy one for me to hear.
Then a lady, we'll call her Wendy, cuz well...that is her name! Wendy got up and talked to us about her addiction to alcohol. She talked about sneaking drinks and lying about it. She talked about how she was always concerned about when/where her next drink was going to be.
That's when God smacked me in the back of the head.
I've done the same thing with food...for a long time. Oh sure, I overeat at meals...but it goes way beyond that. If I went through the drivethru to pick up dinner for the family, I'd get an extra cheeseburger and eat that on the way home...so that it looked like at dinner I only ate the one. My favorite time would be at night, after the rest of the family went to bed...I'd eat something while I was watching tv. Piece of balongna here, spoonfuls of peanut butter there, bowl of pretzels, etc.
Wendy, using some sermon notes from Jon from over a year ago, said that you need to first TAKE IT TO GOD. Did that. TAKE IT TO OTHERS. Talked to Carlyn, and now the rest of the world. TAKE IT DOWN. That's next.
So Carlyn and I talked about it. I wanted to see a counselor for my addiction to food. And that might still be in the pipeline. After studying for a while, we decided that I would join the Biggest Loser Club online. And hey, since I work for NBC...what better way to support our own show!
Last night, before I went to bed, I fired up Wii Fit. And yes, it yelled at me and told me I had not done ANYTHING for 250 days! And then it weighed me. 265. That's two hundred and sixty five pounds. According to ideal weight charts, I should weigh no more than 155. I know your math is as good as mine...I need to lose a 5th grader. I need to lose 110 pounds. Officially, on the Biggest Loser Club, my goal is 100 pounds (nice round number).
So, officially, today is Day 1. I got up this morning and went running. On a Monday. With a drizzle in the air (man, he MUST be serious). I didn't run for long, but I got out there. It was a cornecopia of running, jogging, walking, and perhaps a little crawling.
I know this is going to be hard. I know the deck is stacked against me. I'm not looking for pity...but just support. Prayers. Perhaps someone to buy me some running shoes, LOL!
This photo was taken last week. I'm hoping this person becomes extinct soon enough.
I went to church (http://www.mytruenorth.org) like most Sundays. We are in a series called "Hostage". We're talking all about what are those things in your life that are keeping you from experiencing TRUE freedom in life and your walk with God. This week's topic was simply called "Addiction". I have no addictions (okay, maybe Mt. Dew) so this was going to be an easy one for me to hear.
Then a lady, we'll call her Wendy, cuz well...that is her name! Wendy got up and talked to us about her addiction to alcohol. She talked about sneaking drinks and lying about it. She talked about how she was always concerned about when/where her next drink was going to be.
That's when God smacked me in the back of the head.
I've done the same thing with food...for a long time. Oh sure, I overeat at meals...but it goes way beyond that. If I went through the drivethru to pick up dinner for the family, I'd get an extra cheeseburger and eat that on the way home...so that it looked like at dinner I only ate the one. My favorite time would be at night, after the rest of the family went to bed...I'd eat something while I was watching tv. Piece of balongna here, spoonfuls of peanut butter there, bowl of pretzels, etc.
Wendy, using some sermon notes from Jon from over a year ago, said that you need to first TAKE IT TO GOD. Did that. TAKE IT TO OTHERS. Talked to Carlyn, and now the rest of the world. TAKE IT DOWN. That's next.
So Carlyn and I talked about it. I wanted to see a counselor for my addiction to food. And that might still be in the pipeline. After studying for a while, we decided that I would join the Biggest Loser Club online. And hey, since I work for NBC...what better way to support our own show!
Last night, before I went to bed, I fired up Wii Fit. And yes, it yelled at me and told me I had not done ANYTHING for 250 days! And then it weighed me. 265. That's two hundred and sixty five pounds. According to ideal weight charts, I should weigh no more than 155. I know your math is as good as mine...I need to lose a 5th grader. I need to lose 110 pounds. Officially, on the Biggest Loser Club, my goal is 100 pounds (nice round number).
So, officially, today is Day 1. I got up this morning and went running. On a Monday. With a drizzle in the air (man, he MUST be serious). I didn't run for long, but I got out there. It was a cornecopia of running, jogging, walking, and perhaps a little crawling.
I know this is going to be hard. I know the deck is stacked against me. I'm not looking for pity...but just support. Prayers. Perhaps someone to buy me some running shoes, LOL!
This photo was taken last week. I'm hoping this person becomes extinct soon enough.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Stream of Consciousness
Okay...so it has been a while since I have updated my blog...
And...I update my FB/Twitter status several times a day. I know that there are some of you out there that only follow one or the other, or this blog. So, at least for a trial time, I have linked all of them together.
So, this blog will have live updates as to what I am doing. After all, Twitter is micro-blogging at it's finest.
Just wanted to get everyone up to speed here.
And...I update my FB/Twitter status several times a day. I know that there are some of you out there that only follow one or the other, or this blog. So, at least for a trial time, I have linked all of them together.
So, this blog will have live updates as to what I am doing. After all, Twitter is micro-blogging at it's finest.
Just wanted to get everyone up to speed here.
Monday, December 29, 2008
"GreatMother" Canady
Today was a day of both sorrow and celebration. Today, we buried the woman my daughter calls GreatMother.
That's the name Makayla calls Great Grandmother Canady (my dad's mom...but you figured that out already). GreatMother Canady is THE one you think of when you think of what a grandmother is supposed to be.
(and yes...Stewart....I did "take" this pic from you...but I love it)
Grandmother Canady was without a doubt, the gentlest, soft-spoken, servant of God you will EVER meet. The idea of a swear word from this woman was, "Oh foot!". That was it.
The smallest things tickled her. She was SO interested in everything we had to say...even if she didn't understand...or even if she didn't "hear ALL the words" we said. After a story from my dad, she would almost always answer with a, "Lord Randy, you know not!" (Randy of course is Dad's name).
She loved telling us about her "score" at bingo that week. One week she won kleenexes, the week before that...soda! She was a master at that game.
Thirsty? Go ahead and get one of them Co-Colers out of the fridge. (and of course it was usually the glass bottles...very trendy and cool).
At lunch today, the grandchildren talked about her "palettes". You see, when you went to visit Grandmother, and you spent the night, you got to sleep on a palette. A palette was a complex system of quilts and blankets...stacked in a particular way on the floor. This engineering marvel was topped with a "piller" and a top sheet....and don't you know, that was one of the best places to sleep. And even though Grandmother snored, it was still a great experience.
And there are only a few people in history that I can think of that had the servant's heart that my Grandmother had. She never wanted the spotlight (not even sure she would have enjoyed all the attention she got today). Many, many years ago when Grandaddy was sick and in the nursing home...she was there EVERYDAY. Holding his hand, doing his laundry, whispering "it's going to be okay" in his ear when all he could do is shout "Rosa MAE!" at the top of his lungs...not able to say much else. It was her duty and privilege to serve. Even if deep down inside she thought it was a chore, I never knew. I think about some of my darkest days, 4 years ago when I was caring for a sick wife with cancer AND a newborn baby girl, Grandmother Canady was the model of servanthood that I had. It wasn't about her and it wasn't about me.
This past Friday, Heaven welcomed one of their most prized angels in my Grandmother. We love you and miss you already, Grandmother.
For a much more eloquent blog entry about Rosa Mae, visit my cousin, Stewart's blog here.
That's the name Makayla calls Great Grandmother Canady (my dad's mom...but you figured that out already). GreatMother Canady is THE one you think of when you think of what a grandmother is supposed to be.
(and yes...Stewart....I did "take" this pic from you...but I love it)
Grandmother Canady was without a doubt, the gentlest, soft-spoken, servant of God you will EVER meet. The idea of a swear word from this woman was, "Oh foot!". That was it.
The smallest things tickled her. She was SO interested in everything we had to say...even if she didn't understand...or even if she didn't "hear ALL the words" we said. After a story from my dad, she would almost always answer with a, "Lord Randy, you know not!" (Randy of course is Dad's name).
She loved telling us about her "score" at bingo that week. One week she won kleenexes, the week before that...soda! She was a master at that game.
Thirsty? Go ahead and get one of them Co-Colers out of the fridge. (and of course it was usually the glass bottles...very trendy and cool).
At lunch today, the grandchildren talked about her "palettes". You see, when you went to visit Grandmother, and you spent the night, you got to sleep on a palette. A palette was a complex system of quilts and blankets...stacked in a particular way on the floor. This engineering marvel was topped with a "piller" and a top sheet....and don't you know, that was one of the best places to sleep. And even though Grandmother snored, it was still a great experience.
And there are only a few people in history that I can think of that had the servant's heart that my Grandmother had. She never wanted the spotlight (not even sure she would have enjoyed all the attention she got today). Many, many years ago when Grandaddy was sick and in the nursing home...she was there EVERYDAY. Holding his hand, doing his laundry, whispering "it's going to be okay" in his ear when all he could do is shout "Rosa MAE!" at the top of his lungs...not able to say much else. It was her duty and privilege to serve. Even if deep down inside she thought it was a chore, I never knew. I think about some of my darkest days, 4 years ago when I was caring for a sick wife with cancer AND a newborn baby girl, Grandmother Canady was the model of servanthood that I had. It wasn't about her and it wasn't about me.
This past Friday, Heaven welcomed one of their most prized angels in my Grandmother. We love you and miss you already, Grandmother.
For a much more eloquent blog entry about Rosa Mae, visit my cousin, Stewart's blog here.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Don't worry
Today, Pastor Jon talked about not worrying. Most of what we worry about in life, we have NO control over...and no responsibility to be worrying about in the first place.
As we take a look at our lives, we need to see all the things we are thankful for...and not just the problems. As I look at my own life, there are a few things to note:
1. Both Carlyn's and my cars are old and have significant problems. BUT...at least we live in a country where we are able to have two cars. We have freedom to go when and where we want.
2. We live paycheck to paycheck. BUT...at least I have a job that pays as well as it does so that my wife can stay at home to raise our daughter.
3. Our 4 year old daughter is testing our patience everyday. BUT...at least she is healthy and actually brings unmeasurable joy into our lives.
4. I have to drive 35 minutes to get to work. BUT...at least I have that time to clear my head and sometimes spend with God.
5. We couldn't decide earlier what to have for dinner. BUT...at least we had several options. God has provided us well.
And I was going to make my list longer, but realized....hey....why am I trying to come up with a list of things that I worry about, or that are troublesome. Honestly, if my list is only 5 things...and one is about what we had for dinner...I am blessed beyond my wildest imagination.
When you really get down to it...what are YOU worried about? Really?
As we take a look at our lives, we need to see all the things we are thankful for...and not just the problems. As I look at my own life, there are a few things to note:
1. Both Carlyn's and my cars are old and have significant problems. BUT...at least we live in a country where we are able to have two cars. We have freedom to go when and where we want.
2. We live paycheck to paycheck. BUT...at least I have a job that pays as well as it does so that my wife can stay at home to raise our daughter.
3. Our 4 year old daughter is testing our patience everyday. BUT...at least she is healthy and actually brings unmeasurable joy into our lives.
4. I have to drive 35 minutes to get to work. BUT...at least I have that time to clear my head and sometimes spend with God.
5. We couldn't decide earlier what to have for dinner. BUT...at least we had several options. God has provided us well.
And I was going to make my list longer, but realized....hey....why am I trying to come up with a list of things that I worry about, or that are troublesome. Honestly, if my list is only 5 things...and one is about what we had for dinner...I am blessed beyond my wildest imagination.
When you really get down to it...what are YOU worried about? Really?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The 80's live again!
As if the 80's ever really went away.
Came across this video and thought everyone should experience it as well. It is a LITERAL re-voicing of a-Ha's Take On Me video.. You know the one with the comic book that comes alife and back.
Enjoy!
Came across this video and thought everyone should experience it as well. It is a LITERAL re-voicing of a-Ha's Take On Me video.. You know the one with the comic book that comes alife and back.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Super Benjamin!
If I had a theme song...I think it would be better than this one...at least I'd hope.
http://www.makemesuper.com/r.php?i=4_236e3-132740-m-Benjamin
Enjoy!
http://www.makemesuper.com/r.php?i=4_236e3-132740-m-Benjamin
Enjoy!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wagons
So...for Makayla's upcoming birthday, we thought she could benefit from a wagon. Something to use at the zoo, the park, the fair...etc. In an email from my dad, he started writing about his youth and having a wagon...it was so good...I thought I'd share it with all of you:
"Wagons" by Randy Canady
I was once a kid... had a wagon... played with it in the yard and on the driveway. Put one knee in the bottom and pushed it with my other foot on the ground. Had dynamite control... with my knee in the bottom and my bare foot wedged against the back. Why I could handle a corner at 100 miles per hour... or so it seemed. Didn't need some ole grown-up to pull me around... I had the handle bent back and one good foot on the ground. Got lots of exercise and occasionally got a break with a ride unassisted down a hill. Loaded it with all my junk and pulled it around wherever. Occasionally filled it with leaves or twigs to help out with cleaning up the yard. Occasionally helped dad move something heavy by balancing it on the sides and slowly moving from one place to another. It was an early "utility vehicle" of sorts. It was a wagon... I was a kid... what did I know?? I was happy.
Occasionally I got going too fast and it dumped me on the ground... but occasionally on the pavement below. I was happy... I had a wagon... I was just a kid! Needed something moved short of a refridgerator???? I'm available... I got a wagon!! When the "gunfire" started, I'd roll it over on it's side and hide behind it... firing when able, unless, of course, I had been wounded. If wounded, I'd just lay there until the coast was clear! I was a kid... I had a wagon.... I was happy.
One day, I decided to ride it standing in the bed... fine until the wagon stopped... and I didn't! But what did I know... I was just a kid with a wagon... I was happy. I made my own entertainment! I knew better would come along some day... but if not... I was happy with my wagon.
It's amazing how high you can reach when you pile things up on top of your wagon. Once I stacked two open lawn chairs and a crate on top of my wagon (wheels down, by the way) to reach something Daddy had "put up" in the garage. Bet he didn't know I could reach it with my wagon!! Then there was that mean cat in the neighborhood! Cat not so mean under my turned upside down wagon!!! The next day... I felt remorse and lifted my wagon. I'll bet it's mother will quit calling it now!! But what did I know... I was a kid... had a wagon... lots of time in the yard.
Had to come in when the street lights came on. Only wore shorts and a mean buzz haircut. No shoes... they just slowed me down. Surely didn't take long for my tub bath. Only having to take off my shorts and "tighty-whities" only too a second! My feet and toes took a beating... always stepping on something sharp, or mean. I wish I had a dollar for every stumpted toes... I could really retire then.
But I was happy... I had a wagon and lots of love.
"Wagons" by Randy Canady
I was once a kid... had a wagon... played with it in the yard and on the driveway. Put one knee in the bottom and pushed it with my other foot on the ground. Had dynamite control... with my knee in the bottom and my bare foot wedged against the back. Why I could handle a corner at 100 miles per hour... or so it seemed. Didn't need some ole grown-up to pull me around... I had the handle bent back and one good foot on the ground. Got lots of exercise and occasionally got a break with a ride unassisted down a hill. Loaded it with all my junk and pulled it around wherever. Occasionally filled it with leaves or twigs to help out with cleaning up the yard. Occasionally helped dad move something heavy by balancing it on the sides and slowly moving from one place to another. It was an early "utility vehicle" of sorts. It was a wagon... I was a kid... what did I know?? I was happy.
Occasionally I got going too fast and it dumped me on the ground... but occasionally on the pavement below. I was happy... I had a wagon... I was just a kid! Needed something moved short of a refridgerator???? I'm available... I got a wagon!! When the "gunfire" started, I'd roll it over on it's side and hide behind it... firing when able, unless, of course, I had been wounded. If wounded, I'd just lay there until the coast was clear! I was a kid... I had a wagon.... I was happy.
One day, I decided to ride it standing in the bed... fine until the wagon stopped... and I didn't! But what did I know... I was just a kid with a wagon... I was happy. I made my own entertainment! I knew better would come along some day... but if not... I was happy with my wagon.
It's amazing how high you can reach when you pile things up on top of your wagon. Once I stacked two open lawn chairs and a crate on top of my wagon (wheels down, by the way) to reach something Daddy had "put up" in the garage. Bet he didn't know I could reach it with my wagon!! Then there was that mean cat in the neighborhood! Cat not so mean under my turned upside down wagon!!! The next day... I felt remorse and lifted my wagon. I'll bet it's mother will quit calling it now!! But what did I know... I was a kid... had a wagon... lots of time in the yard.
Had to come in when the street lights came on. Only wore shorts and a mean buzz haircut. No shoes... they just slowed me down. Surely didn't take long for my tub bath. Only having to take off my shorts and "tighty-whities" only too a second! My feet and toes took a beating... always stepping on something sharp, or mean. I wish I had a dollar for every stumpted toes... I could really retire then.
But I was happy... I had a wagon and lots of love.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
How To Pronounce Beijing!
Okay...the Olympics are drawing to a near, but I came across this fun video on the PROPER way to pronounce the host city of Beijing.
Watch and learn!
Watch and learn!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Olympic Hopefuls
So, we are at about the halfway point of the Olympics in Beijing. Since I work at NBC, it has really generated a lot of late nights and extra work for us.
To celebrate the halfway point, I thought I'd share some of the Olympic hopefuls that DIDN'T get invited to China.
Enjoy!
To celebrate the halfway point, I thought I'd share some of the Olympic hopefuls that DIDN'T get invited to China.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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