Meditation...a goal

I am not doing well on my goal to meditate, even three minutes a day. I have to put it into my daily schedule to stop. Be silent. And listen to my heartbeat and open my mind. Even three minutes is enough, if you make time. I am so inconsistent lately and it makes me a little nuts. I am sure it makes those around me a bit nuts, too.

Today, I will begin scheduling time to meditate until it becomes part of my daily routine. Be good. Do good. Get good.

I love your guts!

Sweat. Push. Live.

Since last June, I have consistently worked out with a group of Divas from work. We started the commitment with a few of us being breast cancer survivors and the additional two Divas supported our journey to fight to be fit. I am the last survivor standing, along with my Diva sisters that support me. However, we all support each other and have grown to learn more about each other and meet our personal fitness goals. This morning, our trainer was out of town, but she sent us a workout for us to do. We got the hour of time in and got our sweat on in full force. These ladies have been here to support me and watch me change over the last twelve months. I am lucky to have them not judge me for not looking spunky every morning at 6:30. They are there to push me to do better and we love to laugh and question some of these "made up" exercises. Everything is in good fun. 

The last fourteen months, I learned to be more aware of how much of being a survivor is living and embracing the moment and to laugh through the sweaty times.

I love your guts!

Life in the fast lane

My three month check up last month went well, or so I thought. Dense tissue and pockets of cysts leads me to more appointments. Thursday I see my surgeon to get an opinion of what she recommends based on MRI results. I am optimistic even though I'm scared on the inside. I do not want to have another surgery. One should not have to endure this much, but with HIS guiding hand, I know I will be fine. Plus, I have some of the best family and friends supporting me.

Work is keeping me on my toes and my mind occupied. I am blessed to have work and be challenged every day.

Summer break is almost over and kids have had one memorable summer: Disneyworld, first time on an airplane, Brett got braces and lots of swimming. Once school begins, Madison will have her birthday and soccer season will gear up for her, too.

I am still working out six sessions a week and eating healthy. I work hard to make good food choices and laugh often. Take a look at this sign and chat among your friends about why this would be in a parking lot. Really? Seventeen miles per hour? Who drives that slow? And why seventeen? Was the number five all gone and they had extra sevens? Oh, I could go on for hours.

I love your guts!