I HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT!!!!

I was watching a show on TLC last night about people who weigh over 500 pounds. I saw the trouble these people have health wise and they still eat. I saw myself in them and I need a change if I am going to be alive to see Isaac down the Graduation aisle.

I have researched other people, here is one man I think every one needs to know about.



SIOUX FALLS, S.D. - A man who once weighed more than half a ton has lost 321 pounds under the care of a team of doctors and hopes to lose 450 pounds more.

Patrick Deuel, 42, of Valentine, Neb., weighed 1,072 pounds when he was admitted to Sioux Falls’ Avera McKennan Hospital eight weeks ago. Deuel, who is just under 6 feet tall, is on a 1,200 calorie-a-day diet.

“If we hadn’t gotten him here, he’d be dead now,” said Fred Harris, Deuel’s lead doctor.
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I could not believe my eyes. So I am making a change. I know alot of people say they are changing things and don't. Well, I am.

Today, I ate a bagel for breakfast and banana for snack. One hot pocket for lunch and a banana for snack. Only one and a half cups of coffee compared to my usual 4 or 5. A small bowl of spaghetti for dinner. I actually drank WATER today. Anyone that knows me knows I hate water, But I drank it today.

The most surprising was when I got off work. I brought my car home and parked it. Then I walked to Isaac's daycare and we both walked home!!!

I will keep you all posted on my progress.

Love;
K&I

How Petty Can One Person Be?

Let me tell you a story in case you have not already heard it on the news.

There was a gas main break right across the street from my sons daycare on Tuesday at 12:30pm. For safety concerns they evacuated the daycare and moved the children to a rec center. That was fine with me - IF THEY WOULD HAVE CALLED ME AND LET ME KNOW!!!

I was at work until 4pm and when I went to pick my son up there were fire trucks and police cars everywhere. I went into the daycare and then found out what happened. I asked them why I was not called - they told me they have been trying to call all the parents. Yeah right. There were 57 children evacuated and alot of them are siblings so you only have to contact one set of parents for them. So they did not have to contact 57 sets of parents. It took them 4 hours and still I had not been contacted neither had several of the other parents. When the news interviewed me they asked if I was angry - I said I was angry, that I was very angry. I said I have a cellphone for a reason and NOONE called me. Well, now comes Wednesday and I take Isaac to the daycare in the morning, when I pick him up all of a sudden now they are saying if he acts up on the bus one more time, he is going to be kicked out. Now this is the same daycare that was just telling me last week how much better he is doing. But because of what I said - he may very well be kicked out. I don't want to press the issue much more in fear he will be kicked out. I do not have another daycare that can take him right now. I am looking into alternatives - but nothing yet. So anyway I pick him up today - Thursday - and ask how he was on the bus. You will not believe the story I heard. First she said he was getting mouthy on the bus, then I went to the bus driver and asked her directly. She said he was fine. So I went back to the lady and said - the driver said he was fine on the bus. Then she tells me oh, well there was a lady that road the bus with all the kids today and she does not speak very good english, but she said he was getting mouthy. I wanted to ask so badly - if she did not speak english then how in the hell does she know what he was saying? But I did not, I just got Isaac, let out a rather large sigh and walked out.

I have made myself a promise - if he gets kicked out over this - I will call the news back and give them a full report of what happened and then I will call the daycare registry and report them. That is for sure. Will keep you all posted.

So I ask you - HOW PETTY CAN ONE PERSON BE?

Just a Quick Laugh!!!

**CAUTION** NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS

This is probably going to be a very sensitive post - so I warn all sensitive readers of my blog if you can not handle the truth right now - STOP READING AND JUST EXIT MY BLOG!!!

I have alot to get off my chest - so here I go.

I was in foster care for the most sensitive years of my life. Practically all of it. I have been told so many different stories about my upbringing that is only natural for me to want to know the truth. So I have been looking for some time for the truth. And I have found it.

I have found my birth family. At least my fathers side of the family. I found them on the Internet - they have a family tree posted on there. I have had several chats with my paternal aunts and have found out alot that I never knew. It may actually explain alot of my past and history also.

When I was very young like 2-3 years old my biological sister was in a very bad car vs train accident where her boyfriend was killed and she suffered extreme injuries to her back and head. I have been told after that accident she began to be very cruel and angry with everyone around her. She was beating me and being verbally abusive to my mother. When I was 4 years old {I was told} I went to the bathroom to "go" and my father was in the shower. While he was showering - he dropped dead in the shower. While I was on the toilet. I have been told that after that happened I was heavily sedated in a hospital bed for sometime. Which is crazy because I am now 30 years old and have had these dreams of this happening - but only thought they were bad dreams. I never for a second thought they were real. Apparently it is my past trying to come to the surface. I never knew what they were - until now. Alot of my life is coming together now. After that my mother put me in the system - basically forgot me you could say. I have always been told that I never want to know the truth and now I know why. The truth really does hurt. It hurts to be given away, and I feel sorry for the ones that have been given away. But I hope that like myself - they too can try to recover from the hurt, pain and confusion. Just because someone gives you away does not mean you are trash, it is not possible. There is definitely something good in everyone. I will sooner or later find the good in my real mother, there has to be a reason why she gave me up. I do not want to believe that she just did it because I was to much for her to handle. There has to be a good reason. Some day I hope to find that reason out. Maybe the death of my father was the "straw that broke the camels back" so to speak.

I want to end with this - I know there are several people that love me now. I know that. I know somethings I did are VERY questionable. But only I know what I have gone through my entire life to get to where I am now. I have many secrets that no one will ever know about me, but at least this is one thing I can breath a sigh of relief over. I have a family - a real one that actually did try to fight for me and was turned down at every point. I have never found out the details of why my mother did not give me to "family" and maybe it was for the best. I think that if I would not have gone through all the tough times - I would not have the enjoyable times now.

Love You All;
Kristine