for the moment

This past week, I wrote you a thank you note.

I had no idea I would feel compelled to thank you once again in less than a week.

For your prayers, your thoughts, and your sweet comments after letting you know about my mom's health woes, THANK YOU!

She is home now and resting up, though we still do not have any answers. She's scheduled for more appointments and tests. If nothing happens to turn up, she'll have no choice but to wait for another episode of chest pain to return to the ER so that they can run their tests during the occurrence.

I pray {and hope you will too} that she does not have to endure the pain again. We know that preventative medicine is the best medicine and I hope that we will end up with answers and a plan that will resolve this issue. {OR it could just all go away and forever be a mystery that we never hear from again - that's an even better prayer.}

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On a different note, I volunteered for my own bodily pain tonight. I even paid to be in pain.

I'm limping around and feeling like I sorta wanna karate chop/kick this lady:

It's only fair. She totally kicked my butt tonight.

In only 20 minutes.

On level 1 of 3.

{Supposedly she's the fitness trainer from The Biggest Loser? I don't watch but know plenty of people who love it. So maybe you already knew she was tough... I, however, was completely caught off guard.}

I am in sad, SAD shape. I no longer know the girl I was in high school... that was very nearly a decade ago. Or more accurately, 20 pounds and 1 million hours of television ago. That girl that was on a national champion dance team, that did ballet and pointe in her spare time, that came home from 3 hour dance practice to get on the treadmill. That CRAZY girl who woke-up very early before school to do the video "8 minute abs"... twice. {So, 16 minute abs???}

I don't want to actually be her again. She was a tiny bit psycho obsessed. {But hey, we danced at half-time of our high school football and basketball games and our outfits were on the revealing side. It was all in the name self preservation!}

I don't want to be her, but I'd love to feel a little more of the energy she had back then.

As for dieting, I had no plans to try and alter what I'm eating right now, just to start with working out, but after tonight's dinner of Velveeta shells and cheese and then the 30 Day Shred... dinner almost didn't stay down and I can't even dream of eating it again anytime soon.

So hey, there's one crappy food already cut from my adolescent diet.

It's a start.