Happy (Re) Birthday + A new direction.

Two years ago lead to this... 

Two years ago, in June, I started "blogging". I just sat down & started typing whatever random things were running around in my head at the time. No real direction, no rhyme, nor reason, just typing. I did so because I loved the community I discovered when reading my favorite blogs. I loved "meeting" new people & reading about their lives. Now I knew even from the very beginning that my life was no where near as exciting nor eventful as some of my favorite reads, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing anyway. 

Before I knew it I had readers, a few people that had clicked follow, & even left a couple comments.  I told myself when I started that even if I was the only one reading my blogs, that would be good enough for me. I enjoyed talking about the good & even the bad in my life. I appreciated being able to write about the days which were great & I even enjoyed sharing a few rants or two. Most of all I liked being able to look back & see a collection of everyday memories.

My blog had been floating around the internet aimlessly for two years. I never gave it a label, as I never really thought about what or why I was blogging. I just knew that I was. In a way it seemed like my life, it was in a sort of limbo. Stuck between where I never want to return & where I want to be. I kept blogging, as I wanted to keep my streak up. Like the number of blogs meant more than the content of them. It became a chore & like many blogs I have read in the past, I simply didn't want to write one more meaningless blog. So, I stopped.

In February I started working on myself. I talked about it on my blog in May. I joined MyFitnessPal, I started exercising & in May I even joined a 100 mile challenge hosted by SlapDashMom. I started to take things, like my health, seriously. I never want to be that close to 300lbs again. I never want to give up on myself again. So, just like that, I started on a journey.

A journey to lose 100lbs... 

171 days ago I decided that I was done making excuses. I started watching everything I was eating. I became more aware of not only what I was eating, but how I was eating. I started excising. Simple stuff at first, a walk with Odin to the park. Each time our walk got longer & each time I got a little bit faster. I started stationary cycling. I couldn't do more than 15 minutes my first few times, but now I have gone as long as an 1 hour & 45 minutes for a total of 23 miles. Just last week I started a Couch to 5k program. Yes, that's right I am attempting to jog for the very first time in my life. I push myself a little further each time & I don't let myself feel bad if I have to stop. I am still doing laps around the person I used to be.

Since starting my journey, I have lost 56lbs. In 171 days I have made it beyond half way to my original goal. And, I feel awesome!


Now, I feel like I have a purpose. I pushed myself out of that limbo & I am bringing my blog along with me. I feel like there needs to be more real people out there sharing their success stories even if they have not made it all the way yet. Because believe me when I say, nothing is more discouraging than watching a skinny person tell you how you can lose weight. I find no inspiration in that.

Seeing someone with a six pack on a motivational poster makes me want to eat cake, not run a mile.  What inspires me is seeing people just like me working hard & getting healthy results. Show me that couch potato who has binge watched nearly every television show Netflix has to offer. Show me that girl, because that girl is me! I want to see their dedication, their changes, their results. I want to see Joe Schmo running at 300lbs, that is true inspiration.

Most of all I want to see people getting healthy because they love themselves. Not because they hate their bodies. I want to see people losing the weight & gaining a healthy state of mind. And if you are like me, I want to be that person for you. I want to inspire you to do it. And this will sound like the biggest cliche ever, but if I can do it... you can do it. And I believe in that with all of my heart.

I am not a success story, but I am a work in progress story & pretty darn proud of it.

So to close this really long blog, which I am sure no one will read, lol. (TLDR; right?) I am kicking off August, my birth month, as a rebirth celebration for not only myself, but for my blog as well. So the changes you see are here to stay. I am no longer a blogger without a purpose. I am no longer a bird without wings. I am heading somewhere & I sure hope you'll join me for the ride. I have lots of stuff in the works from recipes, to my photo progress, & even a review or two. I do hope to see you around!

And to my little piece of the internet: Happy Birthday little blog, may the best be yet to come.

Deafening Ice & Wind


I am completely exhausted & my nerves are shot. I'm just coming down from the panic mode I was thrust into when a dangerous thunderstorm hit my city. Normally I love thunderstorms, but this one had nearly 2" hail. The sound of it hitting the roof was deafening. It pounded constantly for ten minutes. I watched as the hail bounced off our car, wondering which piece would be the one to bust the windshield or sunroof. Luckily dents were the only damage left by the storm. My neighbor wasn't as lucky, her kitchen window shattered by a piece of siding that blew into her home.

The hubby was at work, where the hail was larger than golf balls. The sky lights at his work & other business around him collapsed. Shattered glass, ice & rain poured down into the aisles around him. Every car in the parking lot was damaged. Dings, dents, & broken windshields. His motorcycle damaged as well. It will cost a couple hundred dollars to fix, but the car would have faired much worse.

After we thought it was over, round two began. I quickly grabbed a comforter from the couch & tossed it over the windshield just in case the hail returned. Which it did for a few minutes. My heart pounded so hard in my chest as I ran back inside, soaking wet, chilled to the bone. My cell phone rang, vibrating on the table which lead me to jump. Just my hubby calling again to make sure I was okay. Rumors that a tornado touched down somewhere are spreading, but none have yet been confirmed.

I can live the rest of my life never hearing the deafening sound of ice & wind again. It's over, but now I want to cry. My adrenaline has worn off, leaving me a tired, emotional, wreck.

As far as excuses go, I think I have a fairly good one as to why I will be spending the rest of my evening watching Netflix & not on the treadmill. I've had enough excitement for the day.


Not so "Wordless" Wednesday.


Okay, not quite wordless today. This weekend the Mister & I took a drive through the country.

I am so happy that spring has finally arrived. It is by far the most beautiful season here in Pennyslvania. Well, second to that three day interval we call fall. lol. I call myself a cow & horse paparazzo. I can't help but make Mister B pull over so I can take a picture. 


Growing up in Southern California I never got to experience the whole green pasture blue sky deal. And now... I'm obsessed! I'm totally looking forward to more beautiful days like this.





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