The Struggle

I haven't written in a while, and I'll confess I feel bad about it. Just, the things I've had to say lately I haven't felt were exactly the best subject for this blog. But I WANT to be blogging about them.

So...I may start a new one. Specific to some topics I'm dying to write about and cover; I don't blog for the accolades or attention, but because of the incredible catharsis I get from writing. And if in the process I'm able to reach a person or two who may be having some similar struggles, I'm okay with that. 

I believe firmly that life is hard because the whole point is to progress and get better. And we experience what we do so we can learn and grow, and in turn, help those we bump into go through their cruddy stuff, too. If I can't learn and grow and try to make the world just a teeny bit better, then what the heck is the point? 

So glad to have the convictions I do. 

Once I'm up and running and writing away...wherever, I'll be sure to share the link to the new-subject-blog in case anyone is interested. 

Thanks for keeping tabs on me when you do. 

Cheers,
Red

Update: So...I did it right now. I'm crazy, I know. Ask anyone - when I get an idea that's it that's all until I can get the idea into fruition. I'm kind of a wee bit impulsive like that!

Here's the link, and make sure to start at the beginning, if you do take a gander: http://imamormonhesnot.wordpress.com 

Why I'm running Grapes of Wrath


Some of my Facebook friends and family already know I've signed up to do a 5k obstacle course race at the beginning of July.

I'm nervous, but I'm always nervous when I do new things, so that's nothing to get knotted up about.  And I'm training.  Hard.  I'm getting to kickboxing 2-3 times per week PLUS an extra training sesison Saturday mornings including a run and usually a circuit, JUST to prep us for the race.  Obviously people train way harder than I am, but just over three months ago I was ginormously preggers with my Mini Miss and I'm studying for a giant test. So yeah. I'm training pretty hard.

So here's how it came about:

I was at the dojo for kickboxing, and Sensei announced that he was running the Grapes of Wrath and "we" were putting a team together so DO IT.  And I thought...I could do that.

So I signed up.

It's an epic tale, isn't it?

Here's why I'm really doing it, though.

The Grapes of Wrath race is put on by the Canadian Cancer Society to garner support for their efforts in the battle against cancer.  All cancers.  Brain cancer, breast cancer, prostate cancer, skin cancer, fingernail cancer... if it's cancer, they want it gone.

You may recall I recently lost an acquaintance to her cancer battle. It was a heart-wrenching experience watching her battle.  And LOSE.  I did not expect that.  And I haven't written before, but I have a young, extended "family" member who spent the last year battling the nastiest brain tumour... watching her go from a vibrant, active, honestly annoyingly upbeat little girl into a wheelchair-bound sickly specimen has not been easy, ESPECIALLY for our dear friends who love her so so so much.

But really, I'm self-centred enough that these two amazing examples wouldn't be enough on their own, for me. When things come up that are unfortunate but don't really affect us Mr Man and I have a habit of shrugging and muttering "S-E-P" to each other - someone else's problem. It's our way of laughing off negativity and keeping ourselves from overextending, but now, reflecting on the horrors of illness it feels heartless and embarrassing. And naive. It may be SEP today, but maybe not tomorrow.

When my friend was still with us for a time we thought she had completely beat her cancer. Or at least, I did. She was finished treatment, had a mastectomy, grew her hair back, and resumed her life as the vivacious, fabulous woman she had always been. But she spent a bit more time raising awareness about cancer, wearing daffodils, pink ribbons,  and leading cancer-fighting groups in exercise to try and help ward off the negativity in our bodies that mutates and turns on us. 

During that period last year some of her sons competed in the Tough Mudder obstacle race. I was pregnant and jealous of their ability to even attempt to compete in such a physically demanding event, and she was on the rehabilitative road back to being able to train her body hard. We looked at each other and said "next year." Next year we were going to work our bodies hard, train like crazy, and run the Tough Mudder.

She died a week before Mini Mss was born. We weren't able to train. We will never run the Tough Mudder together. 

So now that I can I feel like I HAVE to. The Grapes of Wrath is no Tough Mudder, but it has a purpose. It's a race to raise money for the Canadian Cancer Society, to beat cancer. Because cancer sucks. And because my friend can't run it I have to. 

I run this race for her. 

My understanding is that while the Canadian Cancer Society wants to eradicate cancer, the donations from the Grapes of Wrath don't go directly to cancer research, but to another amazing program: Wheels of Hope. If you know someone with cancer you may know he or she can't just go to the local hospital, necessarily, to get the appropriate treatments to save/extend/better his or her life. Chemotherapy isn't a run-of-the-mill hospital thing, necessarily. Here I've watched the mother of a little girl with a brain tumour post on Facebook almost weekly, for a year, looking for anyone with a kind heart, a car, and some spare time, to drive to another city to get her daughter to her appointments for her treatment. 

Well, the Candian Cancer Society has a program for just such a situation. I don't know how it works, I don't know if this mom was ever able to take advantage of it, but I DO know from watching this family, that there is definitely a need. A need for rides! Of all things, I would never ever EVER think of that. And the Grapes of Wrath is to fund the program that provides rides, so these darling people can get to their treatments. 

And so, I'm running for her, too. Because while I haven't been able to provide a ride directly, I can do this so maybe someone else can.

A couple of you wonderful people have already donated to sponsor my run. I didn't set my goal very high because I know there are SO many amazing, wonderful causes out there worthy of your donations. And most of my family and acquaintances already donate large sums through ecclesiastical organizations that are then used in all sorts of wonderful areas to enrich so many in incredible humanitarian ways. 

But if you haven't, and you can, please donate just a little bit. Help someone get the treatment he or she needs. Help me remember my friend and make as big an impact for good as I can while I do it. Help the Canadian Cancer Society run its programs and maybe exceed its fundraising goals so that extra funds can be channelled directly into ending this horrible illness' hold on humanity. 

And regardless of whether or not you can donate, take two seconds to share this post around and help me spread the word. Help us make a difference. Please. 

You can donate directly online here

Thanks so much for reading, and for the support, always. 

See you at the finish line!
Red

Friday Schmiday

It's a grey day outside today. Which is great for my gardens.

But I'm feeling today about the same as the weather looks. Just... blech.

Which is great, because Little Miss has a day off school, so I should be tapping into my super-mommy instead of trying not to keel over and die... Sigh.  Irony, right?

Glad I ended up at kickboxing last night, though, instead of planning to go tonight.  I can take the night off and not feel guilty!

I don't normally go on Thursdays, just sometimes. But while waiting for Little Miss to finish her jiu jitsu class yesterday (my baby girl is a red belt! She pulled this thing on my arm the other day...kid's got skillz!) Sensei sort of TOLD me I was going to the adult jiu jitsu class....

Grading for her red belt a few months ago

Getting ready to show off her skillz to Sensei and see if she passes to the next belt level!

Watching the other graders
(we're not as cute in the adult classes as the kiddos are)

...so I ended up going to my first ever jiu jitsu class last night.

It was...interesting.  I think if I can check my stinking anxiety I might actually really enjoy it.  Last night Sensei taught me and two other noobs some basic self-defense and take downs (I have no idea terminology in this uh, "sport"...like, is it a sport or a martial art or both or...???) which was kind of cool.. the challenge then is practicing it often enough that it's automatic and actually useable in the case of an attack by Creepy Bob or whatever.  But it's pretty stinking awesome.  And crazy...Little Miss already knows this stuff! She's staying in jiu jitsu FOREVER! hahaha

Since it was an instructional evening it wasn't overly taxing, physically (my poor brain was spinning like mad...) so I called Mr. Man and decided to stay for kickboxing, too, so I didn't have to go back out again tonight.

Which means...I get to totally CRASH and do NOTHING tonight.

Except maybe some work.  And some studying.  And some laundry. And dishes. And take care of the baby. And...and....and...........

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Pray that I'm up for the incredibly busy day we have scheduled for tomorrow - training in the morning, followed by viewing a couple of houses (we're starting the hunting-for-a-new-house process, though we're probably about a year away from actually getting it done), followed by Little Miss going to fight class, followed by Niagara Falls COMIC-CON to meet ADAM FREAKING WEST!! THE man who first started my adoration of the Caped Crusader when I was little. SO EXCITED!!



Well, as excited as I can be in this haze of ick that's hovering over me right now.... fingers crossed I can rally.

Check back - hopefully we're lucky enough to snap a family picture or two at ComicCon....

And yes, in case you didn't already know, I'm a huge nerd. ;-)

Time to wake up!

Hi, there!  No, I haven't forgotten about blogging, it's just been a little busy. With Mini Miss, studying, working, and these other two minions I live with, sometimes life just gets a little bit away from me.  And when there's so much to be done some of the stuff I love doing just for me gets shoved to the side.

Anyway.  Here I am!

And I'm doing okay.  Detox ended a little while ago, to great success; I fit in pants that were painful at the beginning, can button up blouses again, and am quite comfortably in my pre-pregnancy fat pants hahaha

And I'm doing....okay.  Some days are better than others. I must admit I give myself too many allowances, I think, between not wanting to be high-maintenance when eating with others and the fact that I'm breastfeeding Mini Miss... it's increasingly rare for me to make it through an entire day eating the way I'm supposed to be eating.

Which, honestly, is NOT okay.  hahaha

Because while I know I am sporting some SERIOUS post-baby muffin top... I don't always FEEL like I'm a fatty.


And then...I see this...

Yeah...that's not the dress bulging out to the side like that...

And then I go on Facebook and see this, from last night's kickboxing class:

Can you find me? Goodness, how can you NOT find me! Itty bitty head on a giantess of a body!  hahaha (Fun fact, side note: The gal on the right in this pic, in the black tank top? Totally just competed in a body builder competition...it's insane! To prep she literally worked out four+ hours per day and was on the STRICTEST diet EVER... she said it was basically like having a whole second job... WOWZERS. Not recommending, just...neat!) 

Soo....I'm a bit horridly embarrassed. And disappointed in myself. But then I think, I'm pretty sure I'm working harder to get back to ME this time than I did with Little Miss aaaand....it's a LOT HARDER the second time around. At least on this body.  And I need a kick in the butt. Because, honestly, I can't afford NOT to lose the weight; all of my summer clothes are from when I was THIN before I got pregnant and we, quite frankly, can't spend the money on my acquiring an entire new fat wardrobe just to survive the summer. 

Sigh. 

So, that's that for now. I'm done my daily scheduled "me" time and have to get to work. I'll try to keep tabs on myself... I need to be honest with me and not let my brain take over and tell me lies on either end of the spectrum: yes-you-can-eat-that-croissant-it's-not-that-big-a-deal; wow-you're-hideously-fat-and-should-never-eat-again... ;-)  Nope, I'm going to TRY to keep myself in check in reality. ...I may need some help with that... hahaha 

And now, to work!  Happy Wednesday, folks! 
Red

My new running buddy

Tonight I went for a run. It was my first post-pregnancy run without my kickboxing folks, with whom I am training for a race coming up...post on that to come. Anyway, the run went great! Much better than expected. I didn't take my watch or GPS. I know I went a little over 4 km because I'd mapped it out before, so it wasn't a long run, or anything. It was just good to be out. 

And I went with a newbie. 

I know at SOME point in the past I have talked about the Girlie. Well, over the last while she's become more than just the Girlie and we've sort of taken her over as OUR Girlie. She's our tiny Misses' big sister, and just our bud. We love love love her. 
(Mini Miss, Little Miss, and the Girlie)

And silly Girlie. She's having some pretty crazy health problems. Which is ridiculous, because she's young and gorgeous. So...time to start looking after yourself, Girlie!  

So we went for a run. We're going to try to go together every Tuesday. 

Let me tell you all something: she did AWESOMELY. Just awesome tonight on her first time out. And with some bugging in the knee were going to work out with some stretching, massage, and exercise, this Girlie of ours is going to be UNSTOPPABLE! 

So do us a favour; don't just check in on me, now. Check in on the Girlie and see how she's doing. She's very special and needs our help reminding her of that so she remembers just how important it is for her to take care of her wonderful self! 

And now, Girlie, you have been outed to the blogging world! MUAHAHAHA!!

Day 14, folks. Probably going to enjoy a hot dog withal most-plastic nacho cheese and a bag of candy at the movies tomorrow with my Mister and RDJ at Iron Man 3; I can't WAIT! 

Last weigh-in was on Saturday and I was "down" to 198, so I made it back to the correct side of 200! Hooray! I out such little stock in weight as a measure for health, but on ME 200+ lbs is a little unnecessary. In fact, about 25 lbs of unnecessary. Hahaha. 

DETOXING WORKS. For me, a least. My pants fit, my shirt buttons aren't straining against my monstrous cow udders, I mean boobs, my face isn't ginormous, my muffin-top is manageable.... So now, we just keep working and having fun! It's about being able to move and do what I love for me. The weight and appearance is how I can tell if I'm balancing correctly for my own life and tastes. And how I keep those old daemons in check, who am I kidding. But it's about being able to roll around with my kids, participate in a pickup game of whatever, or keep up with my own crazy scheming. Moving makes me happy. 

Now to spend some quality time with something else that makes me happy; vegetating in front of the TV with my man watching geek programming... ;-) 

Until next time! 
Red

Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day today. And a beautiful day! Crisp, sunny... My Little Miss isn't feeling 100% (still recovering from a Friday night sleepover! Hahaha! The party animal!) so while Mini Miss and I are getting ready for church we are being entertained by the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow... Mini Miss slept eight hours last night, my house is on its way to being the cleanest it's been in MONTHS, our dinner plans are impeccable (new BBQ? YES!).... Yup. Today is a good day.

But as I've been wandering around my blissful little charmed life this morning my mind has wandered to the fact that it is a special holiday today, and about all the wonderful moms out there I have the blessing to know. 

I have two, perfect little girls. Little girls I absolutely ADORE. So much so that less than three months after Mini Miss' debut I'm open to number three being in our future, should we be so blessed. (What's up with THAT insanity?! Making babies HURTS and I LOATHE being pregnant! Hahaha Love is blind, I tell ya'!)

But, really, as awesome a mom as I am, I pale in comparison to so many others. Which, of course, is why we don't compare ourselves to anyone else, but today, just let me reflect on what a tremendous blessing it is for me to be surrounded by so many absolutely mind-blowing moms. 

I have girlfriends who are moms. Lots of them, thankfully. Two of my best gal pals are single moms. Can you imagine? I cannot even begin to comprehend the exhaustion and difficulty of such a huge undertaking. And they're not single moms by choice, but because they're the fiercely strong persons they are when single-motherhood was chucked at them after some of the most horrendous marital experiences imaginable, they FLOURISHED. With two of the most amazing teens I've ever encountered being the fruits of their many years of labour these moms just blow my mind. 

You amaze me. You inspire me. I pray regularly I am never in your shoes because I know I could never do it with the finesse and success you have achieved. Do NOT EVER doubt how incredible you are, ever. you have achieved more in your times as mothers than most people will ever hope to, and you've done it alone. 

I have girlfriends who when they married their sweethearts were instantly thrust into motherhood, inheriting not only husbands but the title of evil-stepmother as well. These women are astonishing, inheriting, in some cases, high-maintenance step kids with behavioural or other disorders, making them a bit odd and quirky to the rest of us; not as obviously easy to fall in love with as a "normal" child is for the rest of us superficial fools. And yet, they love these kids. They work tirelessly to help them, nurture them, teach them how to navigate this impossible place. They make room for them in their homes and their hearts, deal with their spouses' ex partners with grace, and do it smiling. 

I don't even know where to begin. I don't know if I would handle the constant reminder of my husband's prior life so charitably, or accept the added drama. I HOPE I would, but I don't know. But you? You have. You are awe-inspiring. 

I have girlfriends whose kids suffer from different ailments or disabilities. Autism, cancer, muscular dystrophy...  I don't even really comprehend what autism MEANS let alone how to raise a beautiful, vibrant child operating with relative ease in amongst the rest of his siblings.  My worst nightmare is finding out one of my beautiful girls has a life-altering illness, and yet I see amazing women receive a cancer diagnosis for their perfect babes and after the initial shock wears off they take it in stride, staying strong and positive for themselves and their kids. I'm acquainted with an amazing mom whose youngest was born with muscular dystrophy, a disease so horrible learning about it in paediatric exercise medicine in university I literally broke down bawling in lecture. I. Cannot. Imagine. and having had siblings suffer and eventually give in to this disease, she knows exactly what horrors await her little family and her perfect little boy. And she faces it with strength, grace, ability, love, acceptance. He will live the best life while he is hers. 

I thank The Lord regularly that thus far my beautiful girls have been spared from such difficulties as I see these kids and their amazing moms dealing with, and I know at least in part, it's because I couldn't do it. You women are BEYOND incredible. I cannot even begin to express how much love and respect I have for you. 

Then there are the moms whose perfect little families have been torn to shreds by death. When life and family are perfect, and Daddy dies suddenly, how do you recover from that? Even on the days I "hate" Mr Man...I just, I can't even...I don't know! I think with my depression it would take me at least a year to get back out of bed! And yet here you are, going strong. Raising kids and loving life. Or relishing in having successfully raised amazing adults and cherishing moments with grandchildren who love to hear stories about Grandpa in Heaven. My Mother-in-Law is amazing. 

You teach your children about the eternities, that families are not just a temporal thing, that Daddy is doing important work but that he is always watching and always loving from no-so-far away. You teach them your faith, exemplify your strength, and accomplish so so sooo much. 

I know moms who have survived the worst in life. Whose own examples of motherhood were abusive and/or neglectful. I know these moms struggle with their own feelings of self-worth and their abilities to overcome their childhood daemons to flourish as mommies for their babies. I know sometimes the horrible things you experienced rear their ugly heads and you are horrified to see your own mother in your actions. I know you worry about screwing up your kids the way you were screwed up by your unorthodox upbringing.

You are doing it, though. You are fine. Hell, you're much more than fine. You are amazing. Your children adore you, and you love them. They know that. Even when you do mess up they know that. And The Lord knows what you've been through, what you have had to put up with. He knows you are an amazing mom, even when you don't. Even when you lose control and lose yourself, HE knows. And what is more important on this Earth than the love of your amazing children and the understanding from above? 

You can do it. You are doing it. You have done it. You are unstoppable. A force for awesome in your kids' lives. Forever. You amaze me.

I know many many moms and would-be moms who've lived through the horror of WISHING and DREAMING of motherhood. Of additional motherhood. Who've suffered miscarriage after miscarriage. Who've ended up in the hospital for emergency surgeries to save their lives from pregnancies gone horribly wrong. Moms of still-born angels.  Moms with horrible, high-risk pregnancies that leave them bedridden for MONTHS on end.

You are incredible. Your strength is physically, emotionally, and spiritually beyond comprehension. The hardest mom trial I've had is waiting so so so sooooo long for our Mini Miss to come along, and even then my perfect girls are only 5 1/2 years apart.  I know the heartbreak of seeing my period come month after month, but I cannot understand the pain and suffering of a infertility diagnosis or the devastation of a failed pregnancy.  You women astonish me constantly. And although it's a normal thing, it happens to SO many people...that doesn't make it easier when it happens to you.  You're beautiful, and amazing. And you'll get your turn if you haven't yet.  I promise, you will. 

Finally, my mom. I could write and write and write about my mom, but it's getting time to go to church and I've been typing forever already! I could write a book about my mom. 

I love my mom. And she loves me. She adores my girls. She loves my husband, too, with all his nerdy quirks and social-prowess. She is my best friend. My confidante. My hero. My partner in crime. My favourite date to the theatre, my favourite gal to shop with. She cooks me cinnamon buns when it's Christmas, and vegetables when I'm watching my food intake. She finds excuses to celebrate our family's accomplishments so we can gather and eat food hahaha. she opens her heart and her home to so so sooo many in need, and always has. She can be a little frosty at times, but it's because her mind is going twenty trillion miles a minute, or because she cannot comprehend just how amazing a woman she really is, and can't believe anyone would want HER. She is educated, smart, funny, and she has got THE greatest laugh this world has ever ever ever heard. And the whole world can hear it. 

I love my mom. I can't imagine my world without her. 

Happy Mother's Day to me, to you, to all is rockin' moms. Because we are that amazing. 

Here's how to do it.

People keep asking me how I do it, or what's involved in detoxing. Remember, I had the perk of attending a seminar and learning SPECIFICALLY about me and my body's nutritional needs, and having a detox plan given to me, so, other than adhering to it, all the work was done for me! And having seen the success and changes in my body, I now know exactly what I should be doing to maximize my own potential.

I will admit, as closely as I follow the detox plan, I don't do it exactly. There's a whole LIST of foods I'm technically "allowed" and crazy rules like no nuts after 2pm, and a plethora of vitamins and supplements you're supposed to be doing while strictly following the 14-day protocol.

To me? It's insanity.

No, changing my diet to the general rules the detox protocol - more a spirit of the law than letter of the law kind of thing - is enough for me to yield amazing results, leaving me feeling fabulous and keeping my body in tip top condition for all the things I love to do.

So, as I've said before, I eat meats, vegetables, and nuts. I DO eat root vegetables, minus potatoes. I DO eat squash and corn, even with relatively high carb content. I DON'T watch the clock to know if it's too late to eat some nuts, and I don't care if there are carbs in crab meat.

Especially this time around, while I'm nursing, it's very important not to take out a EVERYTHING or I won't be getting adequate nutrition to keep up my milk supply for Mini Miss.

I have great success with my slightly laid-back detox when I'm on board (THANKS for giving me an outlet to keep myself accountable so I COULD get back control of myself again! What a difference!) so, here's how I do it.

First, I find eating well for myself and my family almost always ONLY works if I plan ahead. It's a pain, but it's essential. Whether I plan exact meals and what day they're going to be served on (the easiest way to get thru my week, I find) or just brainstorm meals to have prep stuff on hand for so I work more day to day, I HAVE to plan. Otherwise when I hit the grocery store I'm just grabbing whatever I see/think of while there, and I often end up without anything I can put together in a cohesive meal for anyone, detox especially.

So when I shop, I shop for all the ingredients for whatever recipes I'm using during the week, plus lots of my favourite veggies for snacks, and I always have oodles and oodles of eggs. I buy meat when it's on sale or being cleared out and freeze it so when I'm doing my weekly planning I look at what meat I have in the house, instead of having to run out and spend a fortune at the butcher counter to meet my plan. (Salmon was on sale last week...there's lots of salmon in the house! Hahaha).

I buy things that are detox friendly and take no prep for snacking - crab meat you can eat right out of the package, shelled nuts are ready to go. I try to pop my own air popcorn because its more natural than whatever goo is in those microwave bags, but even that is pretty low maintenance. And veggies, especially the ones Little Miss likes, I try to chop up when I'm already chopping something and put in containers in the fridge for easy grab-and-go snacks I.e. while dicing onion and pepper for my breakfast this morning I yanked out a cucumber and sliced up the whole thing so it's ready for lunches, salads, dinner sides, whatever. And I have lots of prepared salad/coleslaw on hand so I can quickly supplement whatever I'm eating with loads of varied greenery, topped with oil & vinegar dressings.

I ALSO buy things that go with my meals that HAVE those essential nutrients in them for my kiddo, especially. She's five, she does NOT need to detox. So when I make salmon and veggies for me, I throw some rice on the stove for her. Or steak night she adds pierogies. She eats toast with her eggs at breakfast, and has a ham sandwich or granola bar with her lunch. She eats what I eat, but with grains.

Then, all that's left is cooking or preparing!

This week I've been bad and HAVEN'T planned out every day, but I have enough of what I need that it's been easy. Tonight I pulled out a pork tenderloin from the freezer and will do up pulled
pork in the crock pot - DELISH! Last night we had baked salmon, I think I said, seasoned with lemon juice, butter, and salt and pepper. It was DIVINE. Breakfast this morning I had a whole onion and probably about a quarter of a pepper fried up with two scrambled eggs.

You can find recipes to follow, or just slightly alter what you regularly eat anyway - your fave spaghetti sauce on spaghetti squash instead of noodles, for example (I make noodles for the kiddo, FYI.) or even try corn pasta or something! Switch from your "healthier" whole wheat nachos back to the plain corn ones for a couple of weeks (but don't top them with cheese until detox is over!) and add salsa, guacamole, ground turkey/beef with taco seasoning, lettuce.... Ooooohhhh that sounds GOOD!

If taking fruit out of your daily diet sounds ridiculous, then don't! Make it something you can do, you can accomplish if it's something you want to do. Maybe keep dairy in and just limit yourself to a single small serving per day instead of nixing it all together for two weeks. If you do take it out eat LOTS of dark green vegetables like spinach and broccoli - calcium isn't just important for your bones, it's arguably MORE imperative for the reactions inside your muscle cells that allow you to move, so it is a must must must by SOME means!

Okay, so, that's it, basically! Now whatever you do START TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. Stop putting it off or making excuses. I do that all the time. But you know what? There will NEVER be a convenient time. There will ALWAYS be a reason not to. Give up that instantly defeatist mentality and just do it already. You are MORE than worth looking after.

Soapbox speech, done. ;-)

Over and out!
Red

Breakfast; yum!