The last time I wrote, it had been a couple of weeks since my last soda. I'm happy to say, the streak continues. I think I'm at about 7 weeks now. Geez, I sound like a pregnant lady. So, I guess you could say, I'm in my first trimester of being soda-less. I definitely think about it every day. I often wish I could be one of those people that could have just one every couple of weeks or so, but I know myself well enough to know that's not possible. Plus, soda is probably the worst thing I can do for myself, so being totally rid of it, is best for me. I had been doing really good with my steps and a lot better with my diet, but the past two weeks have been a big fail. The last I checked I was down 17 pounds, but I'm too afraid to get on a scale now, as I'm sure a few have crept back on...and I don't handle the number thing well. But it was a bad couple of weeks that are now behind me. I finally got back on track with the steps yesterday. It felt so good to feel the fitbit buzz when I hit 10,000 steps. I need to remember that feeling.
Work has been a little bit soul sucking lately, so I thank God for my coworkers. The air is thick with stress and uncertainty. Still, I'm glad I work with the people I do. We may not be able to enjoy ourselves as much, but our little group seems to still all love one another and do what we can to keep it light. I'm not quite sure what we'd do without memes. I've been told by a couple of the twenty somethings, not to worry, that the meme will never go out of style. But I fear, just with the stirrup pants and tramp stamps, all good things must come to an end when they become uncool.
The bff was out here a couple of weeks ago, for the weekend. I had some friends over, so it was really great for her to meet the coworkers and a few other friends. We had such a great time. The weekend ended with seeing the Dixie Chicks in concerts. My coworker/friend Diana also went with us. What a great show. Ten years was way too long to go without seeing them. If you have the chance to see this tour, do yourself a favor and go. I'm actually planning on seeing them again this tour, as is Amy. I was a bit sad after Amy left. She's like family to me, and it was so nice to have her out here. I've found myself in a little funk each time after ppl visit out here. There's such a comfortableness to these relationships I've had for so long. But I'm so glad she was here.
Last night Diana and I saw Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson in concert. While Kris is up there in years, I was still thrilled to see him in concert. He might not have been right on in all of the songs he sang, but I absolutely loved it. He is definitely one of my all time favorites...ever. The summer of concerts continues. In 3 weeks, we have Air Supply. That's right. I said it. I fucking love them.
I've thought a lot about my health this weekend, after having this off couple of weeks. When I eat like this, and I'm not active, I feel like shit. Plain and simple. Life has been busy, work has been stressful, and there feels like there's never any time. But the thing is, there's always an opportunity to make time. I/we can't afford not to. I take for granted, nearly every day my "good" health. I need to take care of a couple of things and haven't. It's on me. I think about a Wrangell friend who just lost his battle with cancer this weekend. It sucks. It sucks when people with such a zest for life are taken far too soon. Another friend has been sick and things aren't good. I think about them, as I'm being lazy, taking for granted this body of mine that has been all too forgiving. This life we've been given is the greatest gift of all. Those of us that are fortunate enough to have good health, need to consider that each day, with the choices of how we treat our body. Anyway, I'm not going to sit here and preach to you, while I'm really preaching to myself-just wanted to remind you/me of the precious gift we all have.
I'd like to think I've sat here and written long enough to not look up ticket prices to Wrangell over the 4th. I know they have to be astronomical right now, but tricking my mind didn't seem to work. I'd love to get home...and maybe I will.
Thanks for taking the time to read this today. Hope you've been able to enjoy every moment of this weekend.
As I leave you, I ask you to say a little prayer for Lynn and her mother, Norma. Norma's funeral was last Saturday, and although I never had the pleasure to meet her, I walked away knowing everyone could wish to be loved that much. I see where Lynn gets it all now. She's a remarkable woman.
In honor of the recent concert, here is my favorite song by the Dixie Chicks. It goes with the theme of not taking things for granted. Disappearing everyday without so much as a word, somehow...
I think it's a beautiful song. Enjoy.
Jen
Work has been a little bit soul sucking lately, so I thank God for my coworkers. The air is thick with stress and uncertainty. Still, I'm glad I work with the people I do. We may not be able to enjoy ourselves as much, but our little group seems to still all love one another and do what we can to keep it light. I'm not quite sure what we'd do without memes. I've been told by a couple of the twenty somethings, not to worry, that the meme will never go out of style. But I fear, just with the stirrup pants and tramp stamps, all good things must come to an end when they become uncool.
The bff was out here a couple of weeks ago, for the weekend. I had some friends over, so it was really great for her to meet the coworkers and a few other friends. We had such a great time. The weekend ended with seeing the Dixie Chicks in concerts. My coworker/friend Diana also went with us. What a great show. Ten years was way too long to go without seeing them. If you have the chance to see this tour, do yourself a favor and go. I'm actually planning on seeing them again this tour, as is Amy. I was a bit sad after Amy left. She's like family to me, and it was so nice to have her out here. I've found myself in a little funk each time after ppl visit out here. There's such a comfortableness to these relationships I've had for so long. But I'm so glad she was here.
Last night Diana and I saw Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson in concert. While Kris is up there in years, I was still thrilled to see him in concert. He might not have been right on in all of the songs he sang, but I absolutely loved it. He is definitely one of my all time favorites...ever. The summer of concerts continues. In 3 weeks, we have Air Supply. That's right. I said it. I fucking love them.
I've thought a lot about my health this weekend, after having this off couple of weeks. When I eat like this, and I'm not active, I feel like shit. Plain and simple. Life has been busy, work has been stressful, and there feels like there's never any time. But the thing is, there's always an opportunity to make time. I/we can't afford not to. I take for granted, nearly every day my "good" health. I need to take care of a couple of things and haven't. It's on me. I think about a Wrangell friend who just lost his battle with cancer this weekend. It sucks. It sucks when people with such a zest for life are taken far too soon. Another friend has been sick and things aren't good. I think about them, as I'm being lazy, taking for granted this body of mine that has been all too forgiving. This life we've been given is the greatest gift of all. Those of us that are fortunate enough to have good health, need to consider that each day, with the choices of how we treat our body. Anyway, I'm not going to sit here and preach to you, while I'm really preaching to myself-just wanted to remind you/me of the precious gift we all have.
I'd like to think I've sat here and written long enough to not look up ticket prices to Wrangell over the 4th. I know they have to be astronomical right now, but tricking my mind didn't seem to work. I'd love to get home...and maybe I will.
Thanks for taking the time to read this today. Hope you've been able to enjoy every moment of this weekend.
As I leave you, I ask you to say a little prayer for Lynn and her mother, Norma. Norma's funeral was last Saturday, and although I never had the pleasure to meet her, I walked away knowing everyone could wish to be loved that much. I see where Lynn gets it all now. She's a remarkable woman.
In honor of the recent concert, here is my favorite song by the Dixie Chicks. It goes with the theme of not taking things for granted. Disappearing everyday without so much as a word, somehow...
I think it's a beautiful song. Enjoy.
Jen
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