Life is good.

For the Ambassador Contest that is! I worked on some stuff today and want to share my favorite project. I can’t believe the AMAP contest is coming to a close tomorrow. It was really fun and I was very productive over the past 10 weeks.

 My goal for joining the competition was to stretch myself as a stamper and I feel I did that. I have a ton of cards and projects to show for it too!

This project is for a friend of mine. It is mounted on a large piece of chipboard and sits on a mini easel.

The base is Whisper White. The layers are Bazzill Basics Bling cardstock in black and Doodlebug paper called Divine. I punched a black Bazill oval, accented with my paper piercer and white gel pen, and a white scalloped oval to layer on top. I then stamped the A Muse sentiment, “The road to a Friend…” in Palette Noir. I added 2 strips of white polka dot 3/8″ ribbon and 1 strip of 5/8″ white polka dot ribbon. The black flowers are Doodlebug paper frills in Beetle Black.

Only 2 days until AMAP is over, so go over to their blog for more pre-party fun and chances to win a prize!!  Leave a comment with a “pair” of A Muse stamps – like the Superhero & Superwoman for a chance to win!!

Broni (waterchild12) won yesterday’s Pre-Party game!  Congratulations!!! She won the Flower drinks stamp!!!

Michelle White is teaching A Muse classes in San Diego! I am thinking of getting a ticket and flying there myself *wink*

Check out her blog  for the change to her schedule.

I have never been skinny. EVER. But there was a point in time when I looked and felt really good. For me, looking good/feeling good is being a 10-12. Not an 8, not a 4. I won’t attain that, nor am I trying to. And I am totally okay with that I am tall and carry my weight very proportionately. If I gain weight, it’s sort of everywhere and most people don’t believe I weight as much as I do (not that I go publicly with my weight, but a few do know).

More that anything in the world, I want to have a baby. I don’t want to wake up one day and be so over weight that I think to myself, “How did this happen?” I think the problem for me is comfort. I am happy, truly happy. My life is good, my marriage is good and my family is good. Being comfortable IS a problem for me… I eat when I am happy.

 I associate happy times with food. Think about it. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July and so on… what do we do on these days? EAT!!! Well, imagine living on what my SCS pals call “the compound”: (for those of you who don’t know, my sister lives next door to me, and my mom and dad next to her).  We get together all the time and cook out, snack, have coffee. It’s nice, but not healthy!

Well, this is what I am doing right now, I am seeing a nutritionist. She is great! She has me approaching food from a place that is comfortable for me. It’s going well, but not as well as it could be if I was exercising on a regular basis.

I met with a personal trainer. I liked him. He is all business, but defiantly understands my goals and is willing to work with that. He is also reasonable, he won’t be breaking the bank, but I think he will give me the kick I need. I had my first session today. Let me just say, I am typing this from bed. I am so sore it’s not even funny! My thighs are burning still from 9am!

3 days a week I will be going and working out with him. I signed up with him for a month. I am so excited to be doing this. I think my goals are good goals. They are realistic goal. I want to be healthy so I can have a good, normal pregnancy.

 I should have done this last year when I had my pulmonary embolism and the DVT (blood clot) in my leg. But I didn’t. But there is no time like the present and I am ready to embrace my future.