Six Weeks.

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Yesterday started my 6th week of pregnancy, I think. First appointment is October 17 - two weeks from today. If you know me on facebook, please don't mention anything. My family doesn't even know yet, we aren't going to tell them until after the appointment.

Details to come on Wednesday, if I can get around to it :)

Sorry.

If you want the honest answer as to why I haven't been posting, it's because I feel like there's nothing exciting going on in my life and I don't want to bore you with the same posts. I ran, it was okay, I worked, I didn't eat very well, a good weekend, blah, blah, blah.

Truthfully, we did have a great weekend and we went to Hershey Park with my cousins. We took my 8-year old cousins on all the roller coasters. Man is that girl tall!  She's already at my chin! But anyway, we convinced her, and bribed her to go all the roller coasters, and she loved it. She was nervous, but she knew that her options were side with Grammy & Aunt Kathy, or ride with the adults, so she sucked it up and she loved it.

That was my exciting weekend. I'm sure something exciting will come up in the next few weeks or something. Until then, I'll just be taking a break if that's okay with you.

Tell me:


What do you blog about when your life gets in a lull?

UN-healthy Foods.

For the past few days, I haven't tracked anything. I've been eating what I feel like eating and haven't been treating my body the way it needs to be treated.

It's been a long time since I've done this. It's not really binging, although I'm not waiting until I'm hungry to eat, it's just falling back into my old self. The person who ate junk food just because it was there. I'm trying to pinpoint exactly what it is and I can't quite figure it out.

My WI on Friday was pretty good, I ate my normal food at work, but had to skip eating my salad since no one else took a lunch, I didn't want to be the only one who had to take a break. Once I left work, I was starving, but had to go to get gas, which isn't on the way home around here. When I got in the car, there was a tornado watch for up North. Awesome. That's where Mr. Skinny is. So I call him to make sure he's okay, he doesn't answer so I left him a voicemail. Sort of weird since he was off at 5, and it was after 5 when I left, but not totally strange. I go to get gas and text him. No response. Okay, I have Mobile Me on his iPhone, so I can find his location. Let's try that. Can't find it. Starting to get nervous now. I call again, it rings, but he doesn't answer and it goes to voicemail.... I'm still starving, and I'm starting to get a little nervous.

The best answer? Stop for Chinese, of course. Right. General Tso's, fried rice and egg drop soup later, Mr. Skinny calls me to tell me his phone broke. Seriously? Of all days, his phone had to break the day there are tornado warnings where he works. His iPhone got wet because they were stuck in the rain, and we think it shorted out. That's why Mr. Skinny has insurance for his phone. Not a big deal, he stopped at Best Buy yesterday and ordered a new phone. They gave him a prepaid phone in the meantime, and he'll have a new phone by Friday.

Anyways, that's definitely where my unhealthy eating started this weekend. Yesterday I made myself eggs for breakfast, then followed it up with a green monster. Okay start, right? It all went downhill from there, I had my leftover Chinese, and all it ate it all until I was stuffed, then agreed to go to Red Robin with Mr. Skinny a few hours later, where I ate half my Whiskey River BBQ chicken wrap, clam chowder and Mr. Skinny's fries. Washed down with 2 freckled lemonades. Oh, Friday we went for ice cream, too.

I think I need a break from tracking my food, worrying about if I met my vitamins for the day, etc. I've been (mostly) diligently counting since the end of April and I think I just need a break. I don't think it's the stress from baby makin' - I really don't get stressed too easily. It's a little unnerving that I don't know anything, but I know it's in God's hands, not mine. I'd love a vacation, too, but seeing as Mr. Skinny only gets one day off each week (Sunday), and that's his day to work on our lot and everything, we don't really have the time to get away. I just have to appreciate the time I spend with him when I get to and take care of myself. Get myself in prime baby makin' condition.

Sorry for the Debbie Downer post. I want to be honest on this blog, and that's how this weekend has gone so far.

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When was the last time you fell off the "healthy lifestyle" wagon? How'd you get back on?

Finding Out My Path.

As I mentioned in my last post, I had a busy day today. Filled with drives to the vet, haircuts, getting new insurance, and meeting with old friends. It was an eventful day. I actually got up at a decent time (7:30), ate breakfast, had Subway for lunch, and I'm making chicken with feta and bacon for dinner. When I met my friend at Dunkin Donuts I got a Coolatta, and I tracked it, but man! That was NOT worth 430 calories. I should have checked the calories before I got to Dunkin. Lesson learned.

Mr. Fozzy on the way to the vet.

And on the way home.

**Warning: Religious Post Ahead! Not a Bible pushing post, but it's definitely a religious one**

While I was talking to Candice at Dunkin Donuts, I got thinking. She is a missionary, following God's path. I respect her in every way and am awed and inspired by her. She's so open to what God wants her to do. She's already spent 3 months in Hawaii being trained to be a missionary, and she's gone to Africa for 3 months to be a missionary. She's going back to Hawaii for more training, and she's going to be working at a school in Harrisburg, training other people to be missionaries. She's hoping to go to Amsterdam, as she really thinks God is leading her to work with sex trafficked women and girls. It's incredible to listen to her stories and the way that God is working in her life.

It really got me thinking about my life and everything that I've done. Sure, I graduated from high school and went to college, but what did that get me? I haven't helped people, I haven't really followed any path that God has set out for me. I don't even really know what that path was.

Both Mr. Skinny and I consider ourselves Christians, and we have been for our entire lives. We may not have prayed together and made decision together with God, but we didn't completely ignore Him or His ways of life. Now that we're back home we'll be going to church on a regular basis, and I really do like my church. I just feel like I need to do more. Like I'm hungering for more. One of the guys I graduated from high school with did the sermon on Sunday at my church, and he really wowed me, too. It's like God is telling me that I need to do something more with my life. Look at these other people, don't just be awed by them, be inspired by them.

Now I'm just trying to figure out what that it. I always thought my passion was kids, having them, teaching them, taking care of them. And I think it truly is. So now, I just have to put that to use. Help out at church with the kid's ministry until I have my own in a few years, God willing. God will lead me to where I'm supposed to go, I have no doubt about that.

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Religious or not, how did you find out what your passion was?