On March 8, 2013; just 14 months after being diagnosed, my cousin, Brittany Joan Stephens-Kinney lost her fight to cancer. Although her life was only 24 short years, she lived it to the fullest. Brittany was a very vivacious, kind hearted, full spirited woman and she gave cancer a good hard run for its money. She lives on through her son, Gabe, who has the same vivacious, kind hearted full spirit.
We miss you and love you, Britt! You will forever be in our hearts.
RIP sweet angel
(*The first few seconds is not Alex, he starts at 0:09*)
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”
(Note the mustache, he was digging the mustache!)
I use to take time and pride in my looks, how I dressed, my nails, my hair, wearing jewelry, picking out purses and shoes that matched just so. I always thought I had a decent sense of style even if it wasn’t the best sense of style out there (others may beg to differ with me though). I cared about how I looked and took pride in it. But a lot of that changed when my depression got worse because I frankly didn’t care, and even when I did….I didn’t.
That has been hard for me to do over the few last year. I have tried but with the extra weight it is hard to feel comfortable in any clothes, and the large the size I have to get; the less uncomfortable I feel shopping. I have a set of things I wear and have pretty much worn out because they are the only things that fit me. I’m tired of seeing the same things on me and I am sure other people are as well.
I want to redesign myself with my style, my clothes, my hair, my looks; pretty much all of it. I started recently with cutting and styling my hair more regularly then once a year. I have taken the time lately to get pedicures done on a more regular basis (although I still go too long in between) and want to get the Sally Hansen Salon Effect nail color strips for my nails because it is a waste to spend the time and money on a manicure when my nails chip and break as much as they do now that I am typing all the time at work.
I have a closet (and 2 totes) full of clothes that I cannot wear because my size is too big for them. Do I expect to be a size 0 again, no I don’t. Do I want to be a size 0, no I don’t. I want to be a healthy weight that I am comfortable and happy with. A weight I can honestly say I love my body and mean it. Is that 10 lbs from where I am now? 20? 30? I don’t know. I won’t know till the weight starts coming off and I start feeling healthier.
And as the clothes start to fit again it will definitely feel good to be able to wear some of those things I see hanging in my closet that I don’t dare touch because I know how I will look in them. Or to be able to open those totes (that have been packed since before we moved to California from Texas almost 3 years ago) and be able to wear the things in there I saved because I promised myself SOMEDAY!
Well SOMEDAY is NOW!
I have started the Body by Vi 90 Day Challenge (for more information about the program see here) through my friend Genny. I did all of my measurements today, took my weight down and am ready for a transformation. I am only doing one shake a day (probably lunch) and am going to eat healthy the other meals. I am also going to return to working out at the YMCA since I have a membership.
I am determined because I know I feel better, look better and am healthier when I eat better and exercise. My energy is better as well.
So I am going to track my progress both here on my blog and here.
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**This post might seem a little conceited but these pictures are for inspiration and reminders to myself.
Today you are ten.
It seems like such a big number.
A whole decade.
You aren’t quite a man, but not quite a child.
I never imagined ten years ago when I birthed you how different my world or the world in general would be. I found out I was pregnant with you just days before September 11th and so much has been changed because of that day. But so much more has been changed because you are in our lives.
In the ten years of your life we have lived in three states. You turned every age from birth to eight in the state of Texas, the age of nine was spent in the state of California, and now ten comes to you in the state of Florida.
You wrote a story about yourself in which you said you were born on February 1, 2002; a cryless baby in Houston, Texas. Well it was actually Katy, Texas but close enough. And as for cryless, well you hardly made a noise. You were always smiling and happy.
You are one of the brightest ten year olds I know, you are one of the brightest kids I know. Your wit and smarts and humor is what makes you so amazing and I hope that you never change. You have a charm about you that attracts everyone to you, even in a room full of 100 people.
I love you, dad loves you, your brother loves you, and your sister loves you. And yes, yet again; you have won the heart of the four-legged family member in our house as you have become “Yogi’s boy”.
Happy Tenth Birthday, Alexander William James
I know this is supposed to be wordless, but I wanted to tell his story. Yogi was found wandering the streets. He was picked up by a kill shelter and had been moved to the kill side of the shelter after not being claimed in their allotted time frame. The Pug Rescue was contacted about him and we adopted him from them. All this happened in about 8 weeks time. They have no idea how long he was on the streets but he is in good health and is an excellent dog.
In case you don’t know, I am a big lover of the Pug breed.
So without further ado, meet Yogi!
All pictures courtesy of my lovely niece Jennifer LaRue McBroom