Sandy Cove

So, here is Bob and I this past weekend while we were at Sandy Cove. If you have never been there it is an absolute must that you make a point of doing so. It is a truly uplifting time. I really hate how I look in photos. Blech. What's with the hair that day and am I a cheshire? Bob was really ill all weekend but he still managed to look great.

One of the things I conquered over the weekend was my fear of heights. Check it out, I went up Pikes Peak this summer and now I'm doing the swing at Sandy Cove. This puppy is between 30-35 feet high. The men couldn't tell me for sure. It felt like 50. I don't know what overcame me....I just wanted to not be enslaved by this fear anymore. Oh, I was plenty scared the whole time I was up there but the point is that fear is no longer controlling me.

It is my understanding that our friends Jen and Tony took video of this moment and plan on using it in call to worship this Sunday at church as a demonstration of faith. I'm told there will be sound. This might not be good. LOL

The weekend was about accepting and embracing the fact that our spouses our "different" from us. Oy, they have no idea how true that is with Bob and I. We are night and day different but those are the very things that attracted us to one another in the first place. Funny how over time one wants to change that very thing about each other. LOL Even though that man of mine wears on my last nerve sometimes I would still not want my life to be without his flavor. He is my spice.

We booked a suite this time down at Sandy Cove. This was what we got to watch from our balcony. Is this not the prettiest sunset?

Hoping to be on track writing soon. Love to all!!!

Time to get serious

Well I have been neglecting my blog haven’t I? I blame it partly on Facebook. In facebook I can give a one line blip and be done. Not well thought out or sharing all that much which kind of makes it a McBlog drive thru. Not exactly a healthy alternative.

Health seems to be on my mind lately. Had my blood pressure done at church Sunday only to find out it was high. I truly thought it was going to be normal. I’m on meds for crying out loud. But no, it surprised me being at 162/102. If this is my new normal I don’t like it. It made me go home and really think about what I have been doing to myself. I’ve had no discipline or motivation to do what is right regarding my health. I’ve been lazy and taking the easy way out. In a nutshell I talk a good talk with my kids about responsibilities but I have tripped and fell hard in the walk. There is a whole big reason I even mention that but I will not go into it here.

Anyway, immediately on Monday I started Weight Watchers again. Yep, counting points and all. I had to go to the grocery store special for some healthy foods. Apparently I never made a point of having the fresh stuff here as a standard and whole grains were something you fed livestock. The first day was tough but it has gotten easier with each day and doggone if I’m not getting excited about this. Something I cannot say I have had in the last five years of attempting diets. I just know this time I’ll make it. No need to believe me since I’ve said this so many times before. It is enough that I believe it and at some point you’ll get to say “Wow, she did it”.

I’ve given myself a week to let my body adjust to the new and limited foods and then Monday I start WW Walking challenge. Add some Wii Fitness to that and the weight machine and I’m hoping to be sexy by spring. LOL

Oh, and I did something else. Yesterday I decided to also begin getting rid of the frumpy me. I have let myself go in more ways then weight. My girls and I were talking about how we just don’t feel very feminine and how it is our faults for not being feminine. So, I tossed all my old make-up, which was wrecking my eyes anyway, and went in for a consult and bought all new make-up. Then, I went and got my hair cut. Yep, the frugal lady who said having long hair would save more money has decided if it makes you feel and look frumpy about yourself it just wasn’t worth the piddly savings. I may even go back to coloring it too if I can convince my family to let me. They all insist the grey is better. Hmmmm.

Those two steps made me feel pretty good. Bob and I went shopping last night though and I tried on some clothes. What is it about department store lighting and mirrors? I knew I looked bad at home but the conditions they present make me look even worse. I would think good business sense would be to give the customer more flattering lighting. Anyway, it just gave me another reason to be doing this besides health. I want my hubby to be able to look at me with the twinkle he used to.

Well, time to get moving. Movement…..it’s a beautiful thing.