Congrats, Tami!
Weighting Game reader Tami just passed her Johnny G Star 3 Exam, placing her at the highest tier for certified Spinning instructors! She dosn't know I'm splashing it all over my blog but I'm super proud and want to pass along the awesome news. Spinning is a tough-ass workout and always leaves me sore and Tami teaches something ridonculous like six classes a week (in addition to taking care of her two daughters and husband, working a full time job and just being an all around fab chick.)
I invite you all to email me when you have good news to share, be it a new fitness trend you tried and loved, a weight loss you are proud of, a bad eating habit you kicked, a part of your body you've finally learned to love - whatever it is, let's celebrate it together!
xoxo,
Leslie
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I'm training for the NYC marathon, - first time marathoner. I ran my first 13 miler on sat.I was so proud. half way there.
Congrats, Cassie! I pat myself on the back when I finish a 3-mile run. Thirteen going on 26.2 is mighty impressive.
Really?? No one else has anything to brag about? Come on! I got through the worst day of my month today (every fourth Wednesday, 4-7 pm) without starting an all-out war with my husband over something like who finished the ast Triscuit and I'm practically breaking my arm patting myself on the back. Boast, people!
Hi everyone,
I wanted to post a beautiful poem I received from frequent poster A_Muslim_Poet - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Remember, please send me things you're proud of...physical feats, emotional developments, creative accomplishments - I want it all!
Fighting the Little Voice
Two forces pulled at Melanie's mind
Purely Good and Hellishly Evil!
Hellishly Evil pulls and pulls
Yet Purely Good will, too, pull!
One night, Melanie saw her reflection
She fell deep into contemplation
Hellishly Evil caused her to debase--
Oh!, I wish I had a more beautiful face!
I wish my nose wasn't so hawkish!
I didn't ask for my hair to be blah-blah brownish
How I want lustrous, thick, richly colored hair!
And my chin, it recedes back there!
"Oh," she cried, "Why do You cause me suffering?"
Then her teenage daughter peeked in.
"Mom, please, please stop crying!
Your suffering and my heart are akin!"
Purely Good sent lovely thoughts her way
The young girl hugged and comforted her away--
Away from her self-loathing deprecation,
ingratitude to the One Whose Decree is Written.
"Listen, Mom, you have beautiful blue eyes!
And a smile that puts the stars to shame!
A resilient will that pushes and defies...
A cancer survivor--yet Him you blame?"
The mother's cries slowly hushed down...
She turned that frown upside down!
They sat there, whispering to one another--
Talking in secret code--both elder and younger.
