itsfinallytimeforme
01-02-2009, 01:47 AM
One year tommorow, I will have been banded for one year.
I thought today making my usual gumbo. An Adiele tradition for over twenty five years, of this year past, and how hard I have worked. All the exercise, all the days of being hungry in my head. All the tears shed because of the pain that I just couldnt hide anymore.
As I stirred the biggest soup pot ever known to man. I remembered doing this last year, knowing that not one drop could pass my lips, I remembered how nervous I was, and yet the tradition continued, I fed so many people that night, just like this night....its new years the tradition must go on no matter what.
For twenty five years, I dreaded every holiday, knowing that I would add more weight to the allready portly body, dreading the looks the pictures that I would hide from.
This year, I took pictures with santa!!! This year, I hiked again!!!! This year, I could work out for three hours and be tired but not dead!!!!!
This year, I could wear sleeveless shirts!!!! This year i can wear pants seven times smaller!!!! This year I care how I look, and I am wearing pink again instead of the dark, black, brown, or navy blue blobs of clothing.
This year, I was carded ordering a drink on my forty ninth birthday, and that is no lie!!!!
This year, I feel pretty again.
This year, I fit in an airplane seat, and was able to buckle the belt with inches to spare.
This year is because of this piece of plastic in my belly, keeping me sane, and basically saved my life.
Thank you everyone for holding me up this year, for listening to me when I just didnt think I could go on. Thank you for giving me information and tough love.
Thank you Dr S, for being my hero.............
I still have more to achieve, but I swear on all that is good in this world that next year on New Years Day, as I stir the traditional Gumbo Pot, surrounded by all the people I love, I will have recieved the best gift of all, the gift of meeting my goal of a normal weight.
Tommorow, I will get a full spa treatment, and I will go to barnes and noble and purchase the most beautiful journal and remember once more
ITSFINALLYTIMEFORME!!!!
I leave you with a poem from Maya Angelou. It speaks to me and gives me hope, it is my next years work to believe that I am beautiful and worth MY RESPECT!!!!! I hope it will speak to you all too!!!
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Happy New Year, everyone, I pray for peace in the world, and for all of us to know our worth.
love
Jo Ann
I thought today making my usual gumbo. An Adiele tradition for over twenty five years, of this year past, and how hard I have worked. All the exercise, all the days of being hungry in my head. All the tears shed because of the pain that I just couldnt hide anymore.
As I stirred the biggest soup pot ever known to man. I remembered doing this last year, knowing that not one drop could pass my lips, I remembered how nervous I was, and yet the tradition continued, I fed so many people that night, just like this night....its new years the tradition must go on no matter what.
For twenty five years, I dreaded every holiday, knowing that I would add more weight to the allready portly body, dreading the looks the pictures that I would hide from.
This year, I took pictures with santa!!! This year, I hiked again!!!! This year, I could work out for three hours and be tired but not dead!!!!!
This year, I could wear sleeveless shirts!!!! This year i can wear pants seven times smaller!!!! This year I care how I look, and I am wearing pink again instead of the dark, black, brown, or navy blue blobs of clothing.
This year, I was carded ordering a drink on my forty ninth birthday, and that is no lie!!!!
This year, I feel pretty again.
This year, I fit in an airplane seat, and was able to buckle the belt with inches to spare.
This year is because of this piece of plastic in my belly, keeping me sane, and basically saved my life.
Thank you everyone for holding me up this year, for listening to me when I just didnt think I could go on. Thank you for giving me information and tough love.
Thank you Dr S, for being my hero.............
I still have more to achieve, but I swear on all that is good in this world that next year on New Years Day, as I stir the traditional Gumbo Pot, surrounded by all the people I love, I will have recieved the best gift of all, the gift of meeting my goal of a normal weight.
Tommorow, I will get a full spa treatment, and I will go to barnes and noble and purchase the most beautiful journal and remember once more
ITSFINALLYTIMEFORME!!!!
I leave you with a poem from Maya Angelou. It speaks to me and gives me hope, it is my next years work to believe that I am beautiful and worth MY RESPECT!!!!! I hope it will speak to you all too!!!
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Happy New Year, everyone, I pray for peace in the world, and for all of us to know our worth.
love
Jo Ann