Today my blog is going to shift a bit to my health. "Today I decide to be healthy."
I've got my job starting in a month, and I need to get physically prepared for it. I know I'm @ 100 pounds over-weight, maybe less, as my weight in college was 170. I'm 260 this morning.
Yesterday I was thinking about the hymn, "I'll cast my burdens at his feet, and bear a song away." And I thought about that some more, and gave a silent prayer, asking if I could do that, and I got the answer back, a very small, still small voice, that I could.
So I'm going to start with giving 50 pounds to the Lord in this month and during my time at Park and Rec. 30 weeks. That's a healthy loss of almost 2 pounds a week on average.
I've been exercising, but not steadily. And I've made some half-hearted attempts at portion control.
Today I need to do better, and everyday. Without the extra weight, I'd be able to buy clothes, and I know I'd feel better and look more employable to others. I saw one of the moms at Pine Ridge walking in front of me, and I hoped I didn't look like that in the back, and I felt sorry for her.
This morning I took a one-mile walk with the dog down to the river and back, and was pleased that I was able to do the slope without getting winded until about the end, and still have energy when I got home.
I bought over 2 lbs. of broccoli last night, and ate over a pound for dinner with a salmon patty. No potatoes or bread.
And wealth-wise, I'm thinking about Tabatha Brown's Fashions (no bolts of fabric were cut) sewing. There was a black curtain with flowers I saw at Goodwill--it would make a beautiful jacket. But the thought of buying it gives me a guilt feeling--that's $8 I could spend on my children or on bills.
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I've been toying with sewing ideas, and one of my fantasies was a business named "Tabitha Brown Fashions," after the Mother of Oregon, a woman named Tabitha Brown, who came out west on one of the worst wagon trains ever assembled, probably second to the Donner Party for its bad luck. After making it to The Valley, at age 66, destitute but for her family, she found a coin worth 61/2 cents--a picayune--in the finger of a glove, and used it to buy a sewing needle, traded some fabric for buck skin, and made gloves to sell, and that was the start of her fortune. She ended up founding an orphanage, prospered, founded an orphanage (now Pacific University), and died wealthy and well-loved.
What better name to bless the business?
And then I googled the name and found that Tabitha Brown is already in existence as a fashion planner in Tennessee, on Facebook (Australia), a murdered woman in South Carolina, a dead one in Missouri, and a blogger/illustrator on Esty who has her studio named "The Pairabirds".
There's a small business thing at the Library on Tuesdays. I can always check out there using the name there.
I've got my job starting in a month, and I need to get physically prepared for it. I know I'm @ 100 pounds over-weight, maybe less, as my weight in college was 170. I'm 260 this morning.
Yesterday I was thinking about the hymn, "I'll cast my burdens at his feet, and bear a song away." And I thought about that some more, and gave a silent prayer, asking if I could do that, and I got the answer back, a very small, still small voice, that I could.
So I'm going to start with giving 50 pounds to the Lord in this month and during my time at Park and Rec. 30 weeks. That's a healthy loss of almost 2 pounds a week on average.
I've been exercising, but not steadily. And I've made some half-hearted attempts at portion control.
Today I need to do better, and everyday. Without the extra weight, I'd be able to buy clothes, and I know I'd feel better and look more employable to others. I saw one of the moms at Pine Ridge walking in front of me, and I hoped I didn't look like that in the back, and I felt sorry for her.
This morning I took a one-mile walk with the dog down to the river and back, and was pleased that I was able to do the slope without getting winded until about the end, and still have energy when I got home.
I bought over 2 lbs. of broccoli last night, and ate over a pound for dinner with a salmon patty. No potatoes or bread.
And wealth-wise, I'm thinking about Tabatha Brown's Fashions (no bolts of fabric were cut) sewing. There was a black curtain with flowers I saw at Goodwill--it would make a beautiful jacket. But the thought of buying it gives me a guilt feeling--that's $8 I could spend on my children or on bills.
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I've been toying with sewing ideas, and one of my fantasies was a business named "Tabitha Brown Fashions," after the Mother of Oregon, a woman named Tabitha Brown, who came out west on one of the worst wagon trains ever assembled, probably second to the Donner Party for its bad luck. After making it to The Valley, at age 66, destitute but for her family, she found a coin worth 61/2 cents--a picayune--in the finger of a glove, and used it to buy a sewing needle, traded some fabric for buck skin, and made gloves to sell, and that was the start of her fortune. She ended up founding an orphanage, prospered, founded an orphanage (now Pacific University), and died wealthy and well-loved.
What better name to bless the business?
And then I googled the name and found that Tabitha Brown is already in existence as a fashion planner in Tennessee, on Facebook (Australia), a murdered woman in South Carolina, a dead one in Missouri, and a blogger/illustrator on Esty who has her studio named "The Pairabirds".
There's a small business thing at the Library on Tuesdays. I can always check out there using the name there.
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