I'm ready for action!

...so i thought i was, still trying to figure out how to blog from my phone...hopefully I can get it down packed soon, in time for my trips/marathon training etc.! Hopefully I can get more followers too! :D

The way I spent my Saturday

Summer of 2005 was another step into adulthood, with the purchase of a dining room table...It's only been 5 years, and I've become bored with the beige chairs it came with. The good thing about not being to afford the top of the line furniture, is that it's a little easier to change without breaking the bank.

A trip to the fabric store with thirty bucks in my pocket got me this...

So here is the process I catalogued::

The Vanilla of a Dining Room Chair

This was the only hard part, I of course enlisted the help of my husband

I promise I clean my floor...

The Final Product

A visit to the South (East of Texas)

I love markets, the way stands are set up and the way colors pop from a collection of the same object. I love seeing fresh veggies/fruits/flower/lemonade and the not so fresh stuff like home made donuts.

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Although not as eye catching as the flowers, the smell of them was! They sure were tasty. This Market was in Charelston, South Carolina during a stay for my bestfriends wedding. I truly fell in love with this town because of the food, the people and the weather! We might have just gotten lucky with the weather, considering there has been tornados there since I left 2 weeks ago.

My goal for my next trips are to take more photos of my surroundings, so I can truly go back in my memory and re-live that moment again. Below I happened to capture one of the many vodka soda's that I used to celebrate my friends wedding as I was sitting alone at the table taking everything in.

And here is my favorite moment. The moment where they truly became husband & wife. What a special time in someones life to remember.

There's a 1st time for EVERYTHING

Today I'm preparing myself for what I'm about to take on tomorrow. Like with anything your anticipating, there's always a sense of worry/fear/excitement and expectation. I have a extrememly high expectation of myself, and when people say "You're your own worst enemy"...that's me to a T! Sometimes this has been my advantage and sometimes a handicap. It's not that I'm self loathing and that I'm in loooove with the Nicole show...it's that I'm afraid of who I might dissapoint...my family, my husband, my beleifs, and last but not least, my self.

So "what are you taking on?!" you ask, I've been training to be a leader for Weight Watcher meetings for about a month...and tomorrow I will officially Lead my first meeting (without my mentor). I almost quit 2 weeks ago after feeling a little less than good enough to be a leader. There's people sitting in that meeting for 30 minutes counting on you for motivation, counting on you to help them and creating a sense of accountability. This is hard to take on when it's such a personal struggle of weight loss. But then something snapped in my head today, I have this sense of control over my feelings/reservations toward this small obstacle in my life. It's not about me or my feelings, it's about the members. I needed that motivation from my Leader through my weight loss battle, so I need to return the favor. I've been blessed with this job in a time when people can't find jobs, and I was chosen because of my expectations for myself. I lost my weight and I'm going through the day to day battle with maintaining, so if it's not me who's capable of helping, than who is?

In celebration of my 1st meeting, I will officially post my before & after picture that has changed so many people's views of me inside and outside the meeting room.

1 Year Running Anniversary

2010 Conoco Phillips Houston Rodeo Run 10K

2009 Conoco Phillips Houston Rodeo Run 5K

Have you ever hit a 1 year milestone and looked back on that year? Thinking of the road blocks and the struggles...but then realize if it weren't for those, you wouldn't be where your at right at this moment? That was February for me. February was my 1 year anniversary for running. It may not sound like a big deal, but you don't understand...I never ran. I never played sports. I never walked outside, other than an outdoor mall. It was pathetic...but "was" is the keyword. I'm no longer that person. I'm part of that group that knows what it feels like to roll out of bed and hit the dirt trail (or sometimes the treadmill) and feel that sense of calm. Where all you can think about is "why am i doing this?!" not "ugh I'm so stressed out, I have to do ____ &____ and try to fit in _____ today". I say it's an elite group because only those who run know exactly what I'm talking about...and if you don't...try it. I plan on continuing my running journey, because so far I've completed a few 5k's, 1-10k, 1-1/2 marathon and I plan on completeing a full marathon...