<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:42:07.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING FREE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6274681432725560974</id><published>2010-08-05T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:36:29.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purification Process</title><content type='html'>Hebrew 10: 14 the Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By that single offering, he did everything needed to be done for everyone who takes part in the purifying process.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last while I have been working through a book about getting rid of stubborn sin.  For a long time I have struggled with the question, “God why can’t you heal me?  Make me stop sinning?”  I’m not going to really get into all that God is teaching my right now, but one thing He is teaching me is the purifying process is so much more than Him taking away our sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share an excerpt from my journal, and this is what the above verse means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank You for sending Your son so that I have the option of being purified.  Lord, I think sometimes, no most of the time, I expect You to work some magic in my life-that I would magically be healed.  While that can happen, when it comes to the battle of food, if You took that from me, You would take away me.  You would take my human will-my free choice.  In a way, I would be like a zombie and I think that would take away my ability to love You as deeply as I might.  That it would take away my desire to know You and to be with you.  It might take away my humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what He has to say in The Message and it is something that I have never noticed or thought about.  “For everyone who TAKES part”-Takes is an active word, it isn’t passive, and the action isn’t being done to me.  So, by leaving my human will in tact, by not “healing” me of this battle of food.  I have a choice to actively participate in a purification process.  Lord, I praise You for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6274681432725560974?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6274681432725560974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6274681432725560974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6274681432725560974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6274681432725560974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2010/08/purification-process.html' title='Purification Process'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5856105594193256217</id><published>2010-06-07T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:12:38.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan Doesn't Care if You are Saved</title><content type='html'>Yep, I said it...Satan doesn't care if you are saved.  I have been listening to a song called Gravity (see below).  I first heard the song on So you think you can dance.  To say it haunted me is an understatement.  It is such an amazing picture of addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhXjqpMvZu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhXjqpMvZu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more that I have listened to this song, the more I have become sure Satan doesn't care if we get saved.  Now, if a man lives his whole life and doesn't get saved til his death bed, then satan may still he has won that battle.  However, in the major battle of this spiritual warfare, I think it may be just a set back when we ask Jesus to forgive us of our sins. He has bigger fish to fry than truly worrying with one person becoming a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;So what does Satan care about?  What he cares about is the person who truly becomes a Christ follower, who lives to share Jesus.  Then the people who accept Christ turn around and share Jesus with other people.  This is what Satan cares about!&lt;br /&gt;The moment we ask Christ into our hearts is the moment that Satan begins to work overtime to shut us down.  Sure, as portrayed in the song addictions are things we consider obvious in how satan works.  When it comes to addiction, we think of things like alcohol, sex, drugs, gambling, etc.  Do we ever stop to think about other things like how much time we spend in front of the tv?  The movies we watch?  Pride?  Electronics?  Eating?  Insert your own thing here that Satan sneaks in to take your mind off of heaven and leave it here in this world.&lt;br /&gt;There is something in your life that Satan uses everyday to pull you back down to this world.  Our minds should be set on heaven-on God's work.  My desire is to not be pulled down by the gravity of the world, of being in the world.  My desire is to have my mind heaven bound and taking as many people with me as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5856105594193256217?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5856105594193256217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5856105594193256217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5856105594193256217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5856105594193256217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2010/06/satan-doesnt-care-if-you-are-saved.html' title='Satan Doesn&apos;t Care if You are Saved'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7938052302344177311</id><published>2010-04-08T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:57:42.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things and such</title><content type='html'>When I turned 30 this June, I started thinking of a "bucket list" for my 30s so I came up with 30 things that I want to do in my 30s.  Some of those things I'm not quite willing to share yet, but one of them is that I want to memorize 300 bible verses.  I have been working on Hebrews 12 for a while now and am honestly not that far.  &lt;br /&gt;This week I was really challenged by God to really take his word seriously.  We had revival at the church I am attending here in Whiteville.  The pastor was about 70 years old, and on the last night that I went without every picking up his bible began to quote the scripture and it was from one of the last books of the OT.  He didn't just quote one verse but many of them.  God's message to me was that 300 verses may not be enough.  I MUST memorize His word, hide it in my heart so I might not sin against Him.  I want to be 70 years old and able to recall God's Holy word the way Dr. Perkins did.In &lt;br /&gt;In memorizing scripture, God will teach you things. I have been saying the first 7 verses of hebrews 12 over and over and trying to learn them and God is teaching me things as I say those verses&lt;br /&gt;-Therefore since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses...throw of the sin that entangles:  We need to get with it.  Quit yielding to stubborn sin&lt;br /&gt;-Keep your eyes on Jesus:  He is the only way to finish the race&lt;br /&gt;-In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood:  Have I really, really fought hard to allow Christ to give me the strength to get rid of stubborn sin in my life???????&lt;br /&gt;-Endure Hardship as discipline, God is treating you as sons:  God really has my best interest at heart.  Just as when my parents were strict with me (and now only as an adult do I see that they weren't being mean or unfair to me)  out of love for my own good, God does the same.  He disciplines us because we are his children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see all of those truths the first time that I read through Hebrews 12, but as i have repeated those verses over and over again, God has shown up and taught me.  I encourage you to start memorizing scripture...it is our biggest weapon against the enemy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7938052302344177311?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7938052302344177311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7938052302344177311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7938052302344177311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7938052302344177311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-things-and-such.html' title='30 things and such'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-3124092983405720776</id><published>2010-03-21T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:29:23.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the journey continues...</title><content type='html'>You know lately I have been thinking about people in the bible like Abraham and Noah.  People who are examples of God telling them a specific thing to do and them having the faith to do it.  What was Abraham really thinking as he took Isaac up that mountain to sacrfice?  What was Noah thinking at that moment that God shut them up in the ark?  Or what about when Moses returned to Egypt and was about to speak to Pharoah?&lt;br /&gt;These people were faithful to God's calling.  They were going in the directions that God wanted them to do.  Did they ever just have moments where they completely doubted God to make the next move, to provide the next moment for them?  I wonder these things because I feel like my faith has just been so small lately.  I know without a shadow of doubt that God sent me to Whiteville, NC.  However, there have been times when I have doubted that the next steps would be provided for me.  &lt;br /&gt;For instance, in finding a church, I began to think that there wasn't a place for me to become a part of a fellowship.  How wrong I was!  Just when I was about to start looking at churches in Wilmington, a co worker told me of a church here in town that I should visit.  Not to be judgemental but for such a small church, the Holy Spirit is there.  They baptized about 16 people a few weeks ago, and when there is only a couple hundred people in a church that is beyond amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about Abraham, Noah, or Moses, but God certainly humbles me.  See I think it is important to step out in faith, to do what God has called you to do, but to also continue to rely on the Holy Spirit to see you through that task.  A professor of mine used the phrase, “if He brought you to it, He'll get you through it.”  Most of the time I thought of that as an encouragement for going through hard things, not every day things.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe God has called you to something.  Maybe you have been faithful and are doing what he has called you to do, but maybe you are like me and get a little restless, a little helpless in the midst of your journey.  Keep hanging in there.  Keeping seeking Christ in all things.  Rely on Him.  Be humbled by Him and His greatness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-3124092983405720776?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3124092983405720776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=3124092983405720776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3124092983405720776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3124092983405720776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-journey-continues.html' title='And the journey continues...'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-253732421387348776</id><published>2009-09-20T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:30:32.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Calf</title><content type='html'>I feel like such an Isrealite right now!  I'm right there among them as Moses went up the mountain with God and handing over my gold to build the calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 When the people saw that Moses was so long in coming down from the mountain, they gathered around Aaron and said, "Come, make us gods [a] who will go before us. As for this fellow Moses who brought us up out of Egypt, we don't know what has happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so frustrating!!!!!!!  This never ending battle with food truly stinks.  This week for whatever reason, I have felt so unsatisfied.  Nothing seemed like what I really wanted to eat.  I have been short tempered.  I have gotten angry for no reason.  I have turned to food time and time again.  I don't want to keep ending up back here, but I feel like I have to.  I want to understand obesity from the inside out.  I want to understand how the sin keeps drawing me back in.  I want to learn it and know it so that I can fight it and finally win the WAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that Jesus has paid for my sins and that there are no Levites to come into my camp and kill me or be struck by a plague.  I desire to get this right.  I'm praying that God will continue to work in my heart and mind.  That He will equip me to be able to truly present myself as a living sacrifice.  I have had some good moments these past few weeks, and I am so thankful that God has given me the strength to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting on my grandmother's schwinn stationary bicycle (age uknown—25 or 30 years) and peddling away when I really wanted to sit around and do nothing.  I have been working out twice a week with a trainer thanks to an amazing friend!  I have been eating more fruits and vegetables over all, and drinking less and less carbonated beverages.  I need to get to a place where I can win enough battles that tips me over to winning the war!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-253732421387348776?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/253732421387348776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=253732421387348776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/253732421387348776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/253732421387348776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/golden-calf.html' title='Golden Calf'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5685250688994158405</id><published>2009-09-10T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:15:18.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Challenge #1</title><content type='html'>If you thought I left you hanging, I haven't.  I hope that you are making changes to a healthy life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first food challenge is what you are drinking.  Uh-oh!  Are you cringing at the thought of giving up your beloved coke, mountain dew, pepsi, etc??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know its hard, but this might be the easiest way for you to cut back on calories!  Ok, here are some facts.  Lets take Pepsi which is my favorite.  If you drink 8oz, that is 100 calories.  Who drinks just 8 oz.  I know I sure don't.  So, 20 oz is 250 calories.  When I was really throwing back the pepsi, I had about 2-3 twenty ounce drinks a day.  Which is 750 calories (if I did my math correctly).  Did you know that 3500 calories equals one pound?  What that means is that in about 5 days, just by drinking pepsi you can gain a pound.  OR if you are a 3 twenty ounce a day person and you cut down to ZERO, you can lose a pound in 5 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that sound pretty easy—right??  WRONG!  If you are like me and love drinking these calorie laden drinks, stopping them could be hard.  So here are my challenges to you.  I have plenty so I think you can find one that works for you personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Stop drinking sodas all together.  (This is the best option in my opinion but also the hardest for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Drink diet drinks only.  However, there is research out there saying that diet drinks INCREASE your hunger which defeats the purpose of drinking a zero calorie drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Mix it up.  Drink mostly diet with a regualr coke thrown in every once in a while.  (This is the option that I seem to follow quite a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Coke Suicide.  Yep, you remember this from when you were a kid.  At the self serve fountains you would mix all the choices.  WELL, same thought.  Fill up your drink with 50/50 diet or regular.  A personal favorite of mine is when cherry coke is an option.  I will often fill my drink up with 75% diet and 25% cherry.  This option is great for people who can not stand the taste of diet.  The idea would be that you increase the amount of diet while decreasing the amount of regular until you are 100% diet. (PS my friend Tara taught me this a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Decrease your amount.  Figure out how much soda you drink in a day, and start cutting back. Replace a 20 oz with water or diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the options that I have come up with for decreasing the liquid calories that go into your body.       The best option is to quit drinking sodas all together and drink water.  Whatever option you choose, use that as your stepping stone, and work your way up to NO SODAS.  &lt;br /&gt;Hang in there people.  Change is hard, but this is one battle we can over come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5685250688994158405?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5685250688994158405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5685250688994158405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5685250688994158405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5685250688994158405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-thought-i-left-you-hanging-i.html' title='Food Challenge #1'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2136008373998788368</id><published>2009-08-26T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:39:28.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is HARD</title><content type='html'>It truly is so hard to change!  This past week and a half has been challenging.  I did pretty good last week.  There were a few days when foodwise I could have done tons better.  This week food has pretty much stunk for me.  It is hard to explain to people who don't know anything about addictions.  Something welled up inside of me this week and I felt compelled to eat.  I don't know if I didn't eat the right kinds of foods or what but it has just been down right horrible at times.  Ihave even questioned myself as to why I'm trying to change and can I truly change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading this book about Moses taking the slaves out Egypt and have just gotten to when Joshua finally has the go ahead after they wander for 40 years.  It is a fictional book recounted by a demon who was one of the original angels that fell with Lucifer.  Its interesting to take into account how satan places the right demons to whisper the right doubts into the Isrealites heads at the right time.  I am amazed how it was so easy for God's people to say it would be better to go back to Egypt because even if they were slaves, they knew what to expect day in and day out.  That life of bondage was comfortable and it might not have been worth living but it was THEIR LIFE.  It was all they had ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when satan's demons put that doubt into their ear, it wasn't hard for them to want to go back.  We know how the story ends, but they didn't.  They didn't know all the goodness that God had waiting for them.  If they did, they wouldn't have waited in the desert for 40 years due to their disbelief and disobedience!  So, I've been mulling around in my head this strange war that we live in where just on the other side of the river God has such great things, but unbeknown to us demons are right there trying to get us to go back to what we have known.  My friends, we must find the courage to resist what has been enslaving us!  We must trust in God to lead us into the promised land.  For me that is a land of good health with healthy eating habits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2136008373998788368?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2136008373998788368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2136008373998788368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2136008373998788368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2136008373998788368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-is-hard.html' title='Change is HARD'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5392958413526515958</id><published>2009-08-19T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:38:41.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mid week update</title><content type='html'>Have you spent the past few days thinking of why you are overweight/over eat?  I really encourage you to do that exercise!  Ever since I wrote that blog, I have moved onto a feeling of worry--feeling that I might not ever be able to truly succeed at this weight loss.  After all I have even been on this very blog and proclaimed that I was going to kick the habit, but found myself right back in my old ways.&lt;br /&gt;So how do we really make progress in this journey?  First, I encourage each of you to find a prayer warrior.  You need someone to interceed on your behalf especially for those days when you are not strong enough.  God has provided me with that person.  When I ask her to pray for me, I know that she does.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I encourage you to find someone to hold you accountable to the very journey that you are on.  It could be the same person as your prayer warrior.  This needs to be a person who won't judge you when you fall into temptation, but will simply set you straight.  This person won't make it easy on you either!  God sent me this person over 3 years ago.  I wish that I knew him better, but I will tell you what I know of him.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Henderson has been a personal trainer for quite some time here in Knoxville.  When I first met him he was in the process of opening up his own personal training studio.  I had met with him a few times prior to my father passing away, and I was quite surprised that he came to my dad's funeral.  He was there to support me through a pretty hard time.  Over the past 3 years, Andrew has randomly(I think of them as spirit led) texted, emailed, or called me to find out about my weight loss journey.  He hasn't judged me.  He has encouraged me when I was doing well. He has told me to get back with it when I have failed.  He doesn't sugar coat things, but he doesn't make you feel like crap about yourself.  You need someone like this in your life to tackle this journey that we are going on. (While he doesn't know I'm doing this, if you or someone you know is in Knoxville near Northshore or Hardin valley and needs a personal trainer, check out his studio &lt;a href="http://www.ftnorthshore.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .)&lt;br /&gt;So your homework is this...First be real with yourself about why you are overweight.  Incidentally, those very reasons are the things that your prayer warrior should be interceding for you as those are the lies that Satan has placed in your heart and mind.  Second, find a person that you know will pray for you.  If you do not have anyone, then please give me the opportunity to pray for you.  Last, you need that person who will hold you accountable and not allow you to fall off the beaten path.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on these things this week.  Let's get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5392958413526515958?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5392958413526515958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5392958413526515958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5392958413526515958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5392958413526515958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/mid-week-update.html' title='mid week update'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-1335691330371591284</id><published>2009-08-17T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:52:54.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am overweight/I over eat because......</title><content type='html'>-I love food!&lt;br /&gt;-it is all I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;-it is my identity&lt;br /&gt;-I can count on it to be there whenever I need it&lt;br /&gt;-it is my excuse for feeling unlovable, ugly, and lonely&lt;br /&gt;-I eat when I'm bored, stressed, happy, or sad&lt;br /&gt;-food doesn't judge me&lt;br /&gt;-its easy to be this way and SO hard to change&lt;br /&gt;-I'm afraid of failing&lt;br /&gt;-it is my drug of choice&lt;br /&gt;-it protects me&lt;br /&gt;-it is a constant in my life&lt;br /&gt;-it prevents me from truly being seen&lt;br /&gt;-it is my addiction&lt;br /&gt;-it is my idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it make you uncomfortable to read this?  Could you identify with it?  Could you replace overweight/over eat with your own sin in your life and relate to the reasons why it happens over and over again when you really don't want to be involved in this relationship with SIN anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I read a fiction book about Celtic people.  In that book, their wise men encourage people to name a land that may overwhelm them.  They say that in naming something, it no longer can have a hold on you.  I am calling this place in my life, ENTANGLEMENT.  In Hebrews 12:1 it says “Therefore since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did survive my rotational year, but I went back to my old ways because I was overwhelmed with life.  I didn't lose the desire to change; I just got all tangled us again.  I plan on revamping this blog and I am asking whoever reads this to please pass my blog along to other people who struggle specifically with obesity.  Maybe you have already won this battle and I would love to have you email me and tell me about it so I can feature you here on this blog.  &lt;br /&gt;Over the next many months, I plan on sharing with you how God is working in my life, exercise tips, recipes, etc.  For those of you coming across this blog and understanding this struggle, Christ is the answer.  He is our saving Grace and He will be our healing power in this struggle.  If you go on to read the rest of Hebrews 12, it speaks of resisting sin to the point of shedding blood.  Christ did that for us.  He went to the pits of hell and on the 3rd day He rose again.  It won't be easy, if you are like me you have been ENTAGLED for quite some time.  However, bit by bit, we will let go of the hold food has on us.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to email me anytime:  ames121@bellsouth.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-1335691330371591284?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1335691330371591284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=1335691330371591284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/1335691330371591284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/1335691330371591284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-overweighti-over-eat-because.html' title='I am overweight/I over eat because......'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2828165194477543886</id><published>2009-05-28T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:25:25.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelong Dream Flattened and Squashed!!</title><content type='html'>Well, my dream of working at St. Judes has been flattened and officially squashed!  For those of you who don't know, my last rotation for PA school was to be at St. Judes Children Hospital in Pediatric Oncology.  When I was 8 years old I told my mom that someday I would work there.  So the fact that I was actually going to spend 4 weeks there on rotation was SUPER COOL!&lt;br /&gt;We had memorial day off.  I had been in communication with my contact there many, many times over the past few months.  I was told all my paper work was in.  So, I started Tuesday and followed around a Nurse practitioner in the Leukemia/Lymphoma clinic.  She rocks...she was doing Lumbar punctures and Bone Marrow Aspirates the whole day.  I had no idea mid levels could do those with out a physician watching you.  It seriously impressed me.  So, at the end of the day, I met up with my contact to go and get my ID badge.&lt;br /&gt; This is where my dream began to flatten.  We turned in my paper work and they said I had to go through employee health.  My contact had no idea.  She had just had 2 students the month before and had not had to do that.  So, emails were sent to important people.  Hence, it was found out at that point that I had some paper work missing.  I still don't know what the initial missing paper work was.  So, I was told to come Wednesday and go to the library at St. Judes and watch online lectures.  &lt;br /&gt; I did that.  I finished my day and then went to study.  About 6 last night, I checked my email to find my contact just found out that I didn't have a background check on file and did I have one.  NOPE, I sure don't.  Well, it takes at least ONE WEEK to get those things back.  For me that means at least a week and a half of not seeing patients.  Normally, I would love that, but in this case, it could be even longer than that to get the background check done.  Dream of being at St. Judes—SQUASHED!&lt;br /&gt; As soon as I found out, I called my wonderful clinical coordinator who said she would get to work on it first thing tomorrow.  I then emailed her assistant(not sure of her real title) to let her know what was going on, because her assistant is the person that makes things happen.    As of 10 am central time, this morning they already have a lead on my placement so I can start there on Monday.  Keep praying that everything will go smoothly!  My main focus is to spend these last weeks in school learning as much about pediatrics as possible.  I know God is in control and HE is going to get me through this.  Pray for safe travels to wherever I am heading.  Pray for smooth transition into a possibly new clinic.  Praise Him for the 2 days I spent at St. Judes which is truly an amazing place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2828165194477543886?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2828165194477543886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2828165194477543886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2828165194477543886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2828165194477543886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifelong-dream-flattened-and-squashed.html' title='Lifelong Dream Flattened and Squashed!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7127126824500533643</id><published>2009-01-08T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:28:11.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERWHELMED!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been quite an interesting past 6 months.  I started out in July on my rotational year in Internal Medicine living in London, KY.  From there I lived in Williamsburg, KY and worked in Jellico, TN on my Geriatric rotation.  Then I lived in Lancaster, KY and worked in Stanford, KY for my Family medicine rotation.  Finally, before Christmas I was in Albany, KY for my surgery rotation.  This week I just started rotations again and am in Hazard, KY in psychiatry.  I haven't spotted the General Lee yet, but will let you guys now if I have.&lt;br /&gt;This has been some of the most overwhelming times of my life.  I do not recommend you younger readers waiting until you are in your late 20s to move away from home for the first time.  Then to make matters worse, you move to a new place every 4 weeks or so.  Moving to new places has been a lot more stressful than I thought it would.  It has led me to an overwhelmed feeling!&lt;br /&gt;I mean on top of having to learn how to put all my classroom work to practice and being nervous about trying not to kill anyone, I have to pack up my life and move to a new town.  Many of you know that I do not handle change well.  I have dealt with anxiety most of my life.  It frustrates me to know end that I get nervous about little things like going to hang out with old friends that I haven't seen in a while much less going to a place where I know no one.  Most of the time I make myself do the things that I fear the most because I know I will survive.  And that is just how it has been for me during all my moving around.  God has provided for me everywhere I have been.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had better balance in my life.  That when one area gets out of whack the rest wouldn't go to pot, but it has.  I have gained about 20 pounds back which is quite disheartening!!  Have no fear though because I haven't given up yet.  I have been getting caught in the fact that for about 3 months I just had a microwave to cook meals with and couldn't figure out "healthy" things OR that I didn't really have to the time or energy to think about eating right.  Well that needs to stop:)  I came to a point where I remembered something that I have known all along.  IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME TO PUT THE WEIGHT ON AND IT MAY TAKE A LONG TIME TO LOSE IT.  That being said, I started thinking about what little change I could make that over a LONG period of time would possibly help me lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I came up with:  1.  Drink at least 40 oz of water a day. (Yes, I know they recommend 64 oz, but when a doctor dictates when you get to pee, one must limit there water intake)  2.  Eat a healthy breakfast everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I can do those 2 things for the next month.  I can control that even amongst feeling so overwhelmed with everything else I have going on.  More importantly, I'm going to have to keep thinking of ways to balance things in my life.  THIS is real life.  My life doesn't get to slow down just because I have this huge desire to lose weight.  I mean it should, but its just not that way.  So for now, I'm taking baby steps.  I mean after all you have to crawl before you can walk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7127126824500533643?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7127126824500533643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7127126824500533643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7127126824500533643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7127126824500533643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2009/01/overwhelmed.html' title='OVERWHELMED!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4683490415843660583</id><published>2008-11-16T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:37:55.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Missions Conference</title><content type='html'>I went to the Global Missions Health Conference in Louisville, KY this past Thursday through Saturday.  It is the second time that I have been.  As a future health care professional, the opportunities and possibilities that have been presented to me are truly amazing.  Last year, I walked into the bottom floor of the exhibit hall to see the different organizations that were set up.  Notice I said the bottom floor; there were 2 floors full of exhibitors (I’m guessing 200+ booths).  For those of you that live in the southern Baptist world, you can understand that I was shocked to know that there were so many choices out there to serve God that weren’t the IMB. I would also guess that there were at least a thousand people from all over the world who had come to gather and rejoice and learn about missions and being health care providers.  It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt; God really encouraged my heart this weekend.  As I went to the different sessions and heard people speak, I kept thinking about the passion of the people that I was listening too.  One man started a clinic in Memphis, TN out of his residency and in the past decade has actually moved into the inner city to become a part of his community that he serves.  I had the privilege of hearing Steve Saint (son of a missionary killed in End of the Spear) speak about his life as a boy, his mission now, and other amazing things.  I also was completely blown away by our last speaker who was a very humble 92 year old physician who had dedicated his entire life to serving and furthering Jesus Christ.  Each speaker was so passionate about the wonderful things God had done in their lives.  It was evident that they weren't saying look at me, look at what I have done with God's help.  The love that they had for Christ oozed out through their stories.  The wonderful things that happened to them seemed to be byproducts of their love for Christ.  And that is the challenge that I was given; I was shown that I should seek to love God with my whole heart.  It really isn’t about the work they are doing or what they are getting accomplished, but rather loving God.  Each of the speakers that I heard seemed to have accomplished so much out of simply loving Christ.  From what I saw none of them were trying to reach X number of people or treat X number of patients, but they were seeking Christ daily and as a result were then reaching and treating people.&lt;br /&gt; For me I sometimes get caught up in “all that needs to be done.”  I keep asking Christ what it is that he wants me to do.  When I graduate, I want to be put in the “right” practice or at the “right” ministry to begin serving him.  I don’t want to miss THE boat that God wants me to get on.  Well, I think somewhere along the way I forgot, “love the Lord your God with all your soul and all your might.”  THE boat that I should be on is the one that has been set in the direction of loving God.  &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I know I haven’t been doing my part.  I am not seeking Christ in everything that I do.  In fact, right now in PA school, I am solely concentrating on learning medicine.  I have felt so overwhelmed in all that is required of becoming knowledgeable in treating patients that I have made it ok for myself not to go to church and not to spend time in the word.  I say to myself, “God called me to PA school.  For his glory I need to study and do the best that I can do.  So that when I am finished I can be a great PA for Him.  He will understand if I don’t make it to church on Sunday because I am exhausted from studying and want to sleep in a little and then study some more.”  &lt;br /&gt;Man, I have been foolish.  Yes, I do believe that to whom much is given, much is required, but not at the sake of falling out of fellowship with Christ.  The challenge that I found Christ gently whispering to me this weekend was that I need to get back to Him and everything else will fall into place.  I have felt challenged to do this:  Each day when I come home from work and get ready to study, I am going to pull out my bible first and spend no less than 15 minutes with Him.  I know that you may be saying 15 minutes isn’t a lot, but I truly haven’t even spent one minute in His word in quite some time.  I think I will be surprised at how much time I actually spend with Him, and I’m pretty sure my learning will more than likely be blessed by it!  &lt;br /&gt;My challenge to you would be to take a minute and evaluate all the “things” that you are doing for Christ.  Why are you doing these things?  Is it because you feel obligated?  Is it because it is the “right” thing to do?  Is it out of the obligation of a call you feel was placed in your life?  Is it because it makes you look good while saying it is all for God’s glory?  If you aren’t doing it as an overspilling of seeking to love Christ with your whole heart, you may need to make some adjustments in your life and your heart.  I challenge you to love God first; take as long as you need and see what happens and where it leads you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4683490415843660583?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4683490415843660583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4683490415843660583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4683490415843660583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4683490415843660583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/11/medical-missions-conference.html' title='Medical Missions Conference'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-3562828240133478832</id><published>2008-10-11T23:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:43:56.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on rotations</title><content type='html'>Well, since the "Poo" doctor things just haven't been as interesting.  In fact things seemed to become very serious.  After 2 weeks in GI I went to pulmonology for 2 weeks and then to cardiology for 4 weeks.  You really do have to have a heart that works and lungs that function to live in this world.  When those organs become diseased there just really isn't anything too funny about them.  I did have a great time in London, KY working with the doctors there and learning alot.&lt;br /&gt;One of the lung doctors stressed me out at times because of how hyper he was.  I absolutely loved working in cardiology.  That doctor there was tough as I had to give oral presentations on certain disease processes to him.  He would then question me on everything I had studied.  Most of the time I felt dumb but I know that I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;After living in London, KY for 2 months I moved to Williamsburg, KY and worked in Jellico, TN for my Geriatrics rotation.  I was with an endocrinologist who mostly saw diabetic patients.  I also went to the nursing home once a week as well.  Geriatrics was pretty eye opening because I got to really observe how people age.  To some extent I truly believe that we, the patients, have control over how we age.  We can work hard in younger years to be fit and healthy which will help us to live better in older age.  Sometimes, the way God made us over takes that and we can't help but have lots and lots of problems with aging.  Probably the most encouraging thing was to see people past the age of 65 living their lives to the fullest no matter the physical health.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am in Stanford, KY for the next 2 months in Family Medicine.  I have already finished 2 weeks here.  It is quite interesting because the doctor I got assigned to prays with his patients (if they allow him) at every visit.  Also, most of the patients that we see are there for pain pills and nerve pills.  These past 2 weeks have really showed me how people's needs are so much more than health needs.  My heart has been broken over and over for our patients.  I'm glad that I believe in Jesus because He truly is the only relief and healing that can help!&lt;br /&gt;I know these thoughts are kind of rambled.  For those of you who have done the grad school thing or even PA school you know that this is just par for the course in the rotation year.  For the rest of you just take my word for it.  This may very well be the hardest year that I have ever lived through mentally but I know by God's grace I can make!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-3562828240133478832?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3562828240133478832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=3562828240133478832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3562828240133478832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3562828240133478832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-thoughts-on-rotations.html' title='More thoughts on rotations'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8779204432296157291</id><published>2008-07-19T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:59:08.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks with a "poo" doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Well, I have finished my first 2 weeks of clinical rotations for PA school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only have 48 more to go but who is counting!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am on my internal medicine rotation and somehow that has translated into me working with a GI doc these first 2 weeks; next I’m with lung docs for 2 weeks and then with heart docs for 4 weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to share with you guys some things that I have learned over that past 2 weeks about the stomach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the below information may just be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;The first day that I got to watch colonoscopy and EGDs being performed.  I kept hearing this noise.  I knew that at times they were using suction but it really sounded like farting.  I didn't really think the patients were truly farting on the doctor until he said, "Gosh, Joe(true name withheld) You are blowing me away down there!"  Boy did I feel stupid and disgusted all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Doc asks me: “Do you know how many times on average a person passes gas a day?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: “I have no idea.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“13.5 times a day”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, 13.5 times a day, that is a lot of farts and for those of you who say you don’t ever fart I think you have to be contributing somehow.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Pt to doc:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Doc, I’m just feeling “nawzee” all the time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation (which took me a second):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Doc, I’m just feeling nausea all the time”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Doc asks me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Worldwide what is the average number of bowel movements in day?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I would say 3-4 times a day to once a week”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Actually it is up to 8 times in one day if you live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt; and eat a diet like a cow, and 1 time in about 2 weeks if you are an Eskimo and only eat fish”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(thinking to myself):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;8 times a day…are you kidding me and once in 2 weeks…how awful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Pt to doc:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’m telling you it feels like I’m frying an egg down there”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;really bad heart burn&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Doc says to me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Did you know if you took all the microvilli in your stomach and spread them out they would cover a football field?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(thinking):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“DANG”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;Doc to patient:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“you know if you quit smoking all your stomach problems would go away”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient was having nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and reflux. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was in terrible pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn’t understand what the smoking had to do with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the good doctor explains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NOT ONCE DID HE MENTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt; THE ILL EFFECTS THAT WERE OCCURING TO HER 12 WEEK OLD FETUS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes folks, she was pregnant, still smoking, and the good doctor failed to tell her smoking can harm a baby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;When a patient comes in with constipation or diarrhea it is important to ask the following:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;How much do you poo a day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Is it a small amount or a large amount?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;What color is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Does it stink? I mean does it stink way more than normal, like makes your eyes water?(word from the good doc)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to you who don’t look is you better start investigating because we as your health care providers do care!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Pt(who was in his 90s)to doc:"Doc I guess I'm going back to my childhood days...I ain't got no teeth and now I'm messing on myself"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think that was my favorite comment that I heard the past 2 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;All in all it was a great 2 weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen more people’s butt cheeks than I ever want to see again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have  seen exactly what lives in your stomach and your colon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust me people it is not pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor that I was working with was an awesome guy(aside from the smoking baby mama), and he taught me more about being available to patients.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His biggest piece of advise to me was what one of his mentors called the 3 As:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be “A”vailable, be “A”miable, and be “A”ble and in that order.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I can handle that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure if working with lung doctors is going to be as interesting as these past 2 weeks but I will update you all soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8779204432296157291?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8779204432296157291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8779204432296157291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8779204432296157291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8779204432296157291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-weeks-with-poo-doctor.html' title='2 weeks with a &quot;poo&quot; doctor'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7140615048257780910</id><published>2008-06-26T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:39:45.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new perspective</title><content type='html'>You know I have been very frustrated lately.  I think that is becoming a theme for me in this weight loss journey.   About a month ago, one week before I was to do my triathlon, I was rearended and got whiplash.  I didn't exercise for a whole week or was allowed to do the triathlon.  Not that being in the middle of finals is a great excuse, but that combined with the no exercise led to a 4 pound weight gain.  Then I came home and went to the beach.  My goal was to not gain weight and/or lose it.  In my mind, I was going to lose weight.  Well, I had a really good week at the beach.  I had great breakfast and lunches, and ate what I wanted at dinner.  I exercised 4 of the days that I was there.  I came home and I had not lost ANY weight.  I was so mad and so discouraged.  I was begging God to just help get rid of this problem, to kick the habit of eating when I shouldn't, to eat better, to exercise more, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;So, as my dorky PA student self, I sat down to watch a little discovery channel.  I watched this show about people with what is called Proteus syndrome.  People afflicted with this disease have a part of their body that will not quit growing.  One particular person highlighted in the show had legs that weight about 150 pounds all on their own.  The only way I can explain this is to think of the marshmallow man in ghostbusters and how big, well he was, but that is what her feet and legs looked like.  She had to go to have her shoes specially fitted because they were constantly growing. &lt;br /&gt;I just kept thinking about her once the show was over.  She has this affliction that will never go away because there is no cure for Proteus syndrome.  In fact if doctors perform surgery on their bones it somehow makes the bones grow more and at a faster rate.  I couldn't shake how positive this woman was and how she just went about her own life with what at times was evident pain.  I felt horrible for the way I was feeling about my struggle with weight loss.  I do have some control over my weight.  I have a lot of control.  God never promised us an easy life.  He did say that "He knows the plans he has for us, plans to prosper us and not to harm us." &lt;br /&gt;I have to cling to that hope.  We all have to cling to that truth.  We need to remember that everyone has their own burdens.  Realize that maybe your burdens truly aren't that bad.   Take some time to look at other people, like this women with proteus, and see that there situation really is bad and see the AWESOME ways that they triumph.  I say follow in their footsteps.  Never think that your situation is not important.  I think that all of us in the midst of our pain should remember that we are valid.  A struggle with sin is just that and sometimes it can be overwhelming.  Thank God for the struggle, but allow Him to help you stand up under it.  Allow him to free you from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7140615048257780910?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7140615048257780910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7140615048257780910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7140615048257780910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7140615048257780910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-perspective.html' title='new perspective'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4873079480879488583</id><published>2008-05-21T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:53:21.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus and the hemorrhagic woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have not posted on here in some time and just as a forewarning this is going to be a long post, but God has been teaching me a lot lately and I want to share with all of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, there is a song by Natalie Grant called Our Hope Endures, and in it there is a phrase that says: “walk a mile with a women whose body whose torn with illness but she marches on”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The song goes on to say: “our hope endures the worst of conditions, its more than our optimism; let the earth quake our hope is unchanged.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For whatever reason that song led me to the story of the hemorrhagic woman being healed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natalie Grant gave me this picture of the her walking in the crowd that day with a purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She marches on, her hope endures and ultimately it led to her healing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have read that passage in the NIV, &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;ESV&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;, and the Message just trying to understand what she was going through, what she was feeling, and what exactly happened that day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like the way the message puts in in Luke 8 and here is what is says:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the crowd that day there was a woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhages. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her. She slipped in from behind and touched the edge of Jesus' robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped. Jesus said, "Who touched me?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When no one stepped forward, Peter said, "But Master, we've got crowds of people on our hands. Dozens have touched you." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jesus insisted, "Someone touched me. I felt power discharging from me." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the woman realized that she couldn't remain hidden, she knelt trembling before him. In front of all the people, she blurted out her story—why she touched him and how at that same moment she was healed. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus said, "Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you're healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;God had so much more to say to me besides that the woman’s hope never failed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notice first here that it says she had this affliction for 12 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you imagine bleeding for 12 years?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard people preach on this before and say that she was literally cut off from the church b/c she could not enter the temple to even be in the parts of it where women were accepted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today, while we aren’t excluded from the church because of our sin, I have let my battle with food hold me back in so many ways in my spiritual life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really is sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Second, it says that she had “spent every penny on doctors but none had been able to help her”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How much of my resources—my money, my time, my thoughts—have I invested especially in the area of weight loss to find something/anything that will cure me of my weightloss problem and nothing has worked?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many of us have afflictions or sins that we have invested in everything we have to stop sinning, everything that is but Jesus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Third, notice she slipped in from behind and just touched the hem of Jesus robe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She slipped in from behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn’t want anyone to notice her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to keep her 12 year problem a secret but she wanted to be healed and she knew Jesus was the one who could do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This women knew that she didn’t even need all of Jesus, just a little part of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew that he was so powerful that just his hem of his robe had enough power to heal her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh us of little faith, just the smallest bit of Jesus is all we need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is more than sufficient!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fourth, when she was healed and Jesus felt that power had left him and he stopped and demanded to know who had touched him, she realized that she couldn’t remain hidden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This bleeding women who for 12 years had been trying everything to be healed so that she could be entered into the fellowship of God in the temple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This woman who probably had dodged so many questions as to why she wasn’t going to the temple, etc all because of her affliction, was now going to have to be noticed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In that moment she knelt before Christ and the WHOLE CROWD and here it says, “she blurted out her story—why she touched him and how at the same moment she was healed.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think this is the part that really spoke to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have mentioned before how part of the weight gain was to keep me “hidden” from the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have maybe even tried to down play this weight loss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT, I see it clearly here that the “crowd” needs to know my struggle and they need to see how it all turns out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christ deserves the credit and the glory and the honor of the work he is doing in me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should be “blurting” my story out to all who will hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;Last, Christ leaves us with this—“live well, live blessed”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I intend to do just that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am blessed because God has been doing so much in my life right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m still at the halfway mark to my next 10% and while I may not make it to my goal by July 7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do know that I have made so much progress in the last year!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you all for your prayers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter what happens, I have lost 45 pounds since Labor day 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;There is just so much power in knowing that Jesus died for me, for all of me—I’m truly at a loss for words to express how I feel about this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that each of you who read this will be encouraged to “blurt out” your own struggles so that Christ’s kingdom can be furthered!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4873079480879488583?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4873079480879488583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4873079480879488583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4873079480879488583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4873079480879488583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-and-hemorrhagic-woman.html' title='jesus and the hemorrhagic woman'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-851301048738469454</id><published>2008-04-24T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:29:30.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway there!!</title><content type='html'>I'm halfway to my July goal.  I think I can do it--I hope I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I would have you pray for are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1.  May 22 is the day my dad passed away.  Almost 2 years ago which as I have said before I can't really believe.  Pray that I will deal with this in a healthy way.  Pray that Satan won't use my grief to lead me to my bad habits of self sabotage and over eating.  More importantly pray for my mom that she will make it through this tough time as well!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have what I call the weight loss wall.  I can lose about 50 or even 60 pounds.   I've done it a few times before.  Every time that I do something happens to help trigger me back into an upward spiral with the weight.  I recognize that part of it as a freak out moment when I realize that the weight I put on to "hide me" away from the general public and to "protect my heart" could really go away.  So, I'm approaching the wall and I want to keep pressing on.  I want to "throw off the sin that so easily entangles"!  Just pray that I will allow Christ to stand up under this yoke of slavery and not let me put it back on.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Maybe the most scary to me, but in July I start rotations.  I don't know what part of Ky I will be in, if there will be a gym or good place to work out, how much time I will have to work out, the access for healthy food as well as a place to store it.  All those things are unknown to me and I don't want the unknown to be my downfall.  Pray that God will help me to be organized with the weight loss at the last minute when I have to be.  Pray that I will find  a routine that will work for me no matter where I am. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you for supporting me through this.  God is good and He is faithful to me!  I can overcome this.  I'm so blessed to have made the progress that I have made.  It will be an amazing testimony to my future patients to share with them this struggle and to finally say I overcame it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-851301048738469454?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/851301048738469454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=851301048738469454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/851301048738469454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/851301048738469454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/04/halfway-there.html' title='halfway there!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6864639130192961652</id><published>2008-04-19T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:34:43.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day I caught of glimpse of her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been quite some time since I had seen her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked confident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had that smile that everyone always talks about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seemed calm and at peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seemed full of love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seemed happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked like she knew where she was going in life and if she didn’t know she seemed ok with that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw me-Amalie, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ames&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone that I had forgotten about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t felt quite like myself since my dad died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was struggling before he passed away, but losing him was a quite a blow that sent me into a world that I had forgotten had existed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These past almost 2 years have been the toughest of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where I am today is almost unfathomable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never thought that I could make it through PA school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was just too hard when I got here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’m six weeks away from starting my rotations. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is scary in itself, but it seems exciting at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since August I have done quite a battle with my inner self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The battle isn’t over but right now it seems that I am coming back to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m beginning to feel comfortable with being me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m beginning to feel comfortable loving on others, sharing God’s love with others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m so thankful for this feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that I will cling to these feelings in the heat of the battle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week I had the priveledge of one of my professors sharing with us in a student lead bible study with some of classmates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She talked about peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said that as one of the fruits of the spirit it is a gift to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been given to us and we have to remember in times of hardship to take out peace and use it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m praying that I will continue to use peace as God has given it to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also had the revelation that Christ has already died for this problem that I have with food. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He already paid the price for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has overcome my sin for me and with His love, His strength, and His guidance, I can overcome this!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6864639130192961652?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6864639130192961652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6864639130192961652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6864639130192961652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6864639130192961652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-update.html' title='April update'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8055761003826299112</id><published>2008-03-27T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:00:44.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 pounds!!</title><content type='html'>woo hoo--40 pounds lost!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8055761003826299112?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8055761003826299112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8055761003826299112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8055761003826299112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8055761003826299112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/03/40-pounds.html' title='40 pounds!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7137326425549689567</id><published>2008-03-19T23:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:21:56.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Change--"I will not do that"</title><content type='html'>This past week of training has been rough to say the least.  We are getting to a part of the weightloss journey for me that isn't just about losing weight anymore.  I am having to deal with some self esteem issues, some lies I have been believing for sometime, and always wanting to be invisible when it comes to males due to some problems in my past.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I went to a special workout that was supposed to be with all the other groups on a saturday morning.  In that training, we had to do this exercise called a reverse row which is basically a pull up from laying on the ground(if that makes sense-the bar is close to the ground too).  I was very self conscious about it especially because 2 people had to hold the bar.  They had to support all 300 pounds of me pulling down on them as I tried to pull myself up.&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday I get to workout and what does Johnny decide I have to do??  Yes, reverse rows!  He held one end of the bar and the other was in the rail of the wall.  The whole time I was doing them I was more worried about how heavy I was and how ashamed I was of who I am! Then later in the workout he has me do a few exercises on this dog sled thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he asked me to bend down and push the dog sled the length of the gym hall(the best I can explain to you my location) and I said, "I'm not doing that"  He said, "You can do that"  I said, "I know I can do it, but I'm not doing that"  He wanted to know why.  We go back and forth a little bit more before I finally tell him that I don't want people looking at me especially with my hiny up in the air.  He said that he would do it with me, but I finally did it on my own.  [An aside note to my point here is that I got halfway down the hall and felt dizzy.  I stood up and felt nauseated.   I pulled the sled the rest of the way down the hall and felt even more nauseated and dizzy which is when Johnny told me to sit down.  Yes, puking was AVERTED!! (Hey, most of you know it is against my religion anyway!!)]&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had to do the inverted rows again:(  I didn't have to do the dog sled thing--I guess we weren't taking any chances on puking.  I had a really hard time working out today.  See right now it isn't so much about the physical health but about the mental and spiritual health.  Spiritually I am having a hard time taking hold of the victory of the cross.  A good friend of mine told me essentially that is her prayer for me.  I want that.  I want to believe that I will finally break free from this bondage of food!  I want to believe that I will continue to shed pounds and get healthy.  Mentally, I'm having an even harder time.  My self esteem has always been low.  I have always wanted to be invisible.  In my mind, just being at the gym and being twice the size of other people there does not allow me to be invisible!  And bending over and pushing something is just asking others to stare and you and think, "OH LOOK AT THAT FAT GIRL"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to have male trainers.  I have 2 of them.  God did that on purpose and on some days I am just not ready to deal with it.  Its a bit strange to me that 2 really nice guys are helping me break away and put behind me some of the years of being put down by boys and teased by them, and degraded, and other abuse.&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been tough.  I'm not writing this so you guys can feel sorry for me.  I'm writing this so you will know where I'm at.  A few of you I have shared some of my struggles with before.  This is pretty much it.  I'm working on it!  I'm battling and I'm more determined than ever to keep fighting this fight.  I pray that I will take hold of the victory that was given to me on the cross.   Pray for me as I learn that I was not made in the image of God so that I could be invisible!  Pray for me as I forgive people who hurt me deeply.  Pray for me as I learn acceptance of who God made me to be.  Pray for strength and rest.  Pray that I will be intense in my workouts and filling out my food journals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7137326425549689567?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7137326425549689567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7137326425549689567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7137326425549689567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7137326425549689567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-change-i-will-not-do-that.html' title='Time to Change--&quot;I will not do that&quot;'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2898468645414695703</id><published>2008-02-28T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:21:30.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalie's Foiled Chicken Fajitas!!</title><content type='html'>To preface this recipe, you must know that when I was 9 years old, I went to a place called Camp Ba Yo Ca.  When I returned the next summer as a 10 year old I went on my first camp out and experienced HOBO STEW!! If you have never had it, it is awesome!  I love it!!   It is ground beef, onion, carrots, potato, mustard, and ketchup mixed together and cooked in an aluminum foil packet on the coals of a campfire.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a campfire on hand, BUT, sometimes I make Hobo Stew in my oven.  Since I started on this weightloss journey, I have begun experimenting with aluminum foil packet cooking.  I love slicing up a potato and putting in a packet and cooking it.  Tonight I tried an awesome idea which I am calling "Amalie's Foiled Chicken Fajitas"&lt;br /&gt;Here is my recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken breast per person&lt;br /&gt;sliced green peppers&lt;br /&gt;sliced onions&lt;br /&gt;sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 450.  Place chicken breast on a long sheet of aluminum foil.  Add desired amounts of onions, mushrooms, peppers, and tomatoes.  Make foil packet and cook for about 40 minutes or until chicken is cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!  Simple and easy.  Once mine was done tonight I scooped out the chicken and veggies because it was very juicy.  At first I was just going to eat mine "streaker" style as they say at Moe's, but my tomatoes with green chilis was getting a little hot for me.  So, I put the remaining chicken on a tortilla with a little shredded soy cheese(I'm lactose intolerant).  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chicken was a large piece of chicken and with adding the tortilla and soy cheese, I calculated my meal to only be a total of 517 calories,  9.5 g fat, 45.4 carbs,  40.8 g protein, and 19.2 g fiber.&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO FOR TRYING NEW THINGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2898468645414695703?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2898468645414695703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2898468645414695703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2898468645414695703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2898468645414695703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/amalies-foiled-chicken-fajitas.html' title='Amalie&apos;s Foiled Chicken Fajitas!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6106923538970579057</id><published>2008-02-26T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:17:05.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 5-preparation</title><content type='html'>This past week was a pretty difficult week.  I went home to knoxville this weekend and I thought I would be able to eat well while I was gone.  I took protein bars, an orange, and 100 calorie snacks.  I thought that was enough preparation for me to survive the weekend at home.&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong!!  Don't get me wrong, I didn't completely fall off the wagon, but it was a rough weekend.  Thankfully, Friday night my mom and I split a meal at Chili's(my favorite restaurant). When i got on their website afterwards I was shocked at how many calories is in every entree they serve!!  I drank a lot of regular Coke--I seriously love that stuff and its hard to give it up:(&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night my family cooked hamburgers and hotdogs before the UT/Memphis game.  I felt so dissatisfied with my hotdog(well a terezo) that I had a tomato and lettuce sandwich.  Then I kept snacking on spinach dip during the game.  AND I had 2 pieces of cookie cake.  I did drink Diet pepsi though:)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got up early and drove back here to Lexington so I could study for a test on Monday.  I stopped at the gas station and had 2 nutrigrain bars and juice.  THEN, 2 hours later I had McDonalds for lunch--Man, oh man, bad choices, bad choices!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not beating myself up too much about this weekend because I learned a lot.  This new way of life is pretty easy when I am in my semi structured school environment.  It is not easy when i am flying by the seat of my pants and trying to relax at the same time.  I made some good choices and I made some bad choices this weekend.  I learned that having a food life that is pleasing to Christ is just like everything else that He calls us too--what is that you say?  DISCIPLINE and PREPARATION.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't prepared this weekend.  I thought through a few things like taking my own food home with me.  I didn't think through eating on the road.  I didn't think through eating out a lot.  I didn't think through a buffet type dinner without real food(where were the fruits and veggies???).  I'm working on the discipline, but I haven't really given any thought to the preparation.  God showed me I need to be prepared for situations like this weekend.  I'm really going to have to think about some things that can help me continue to be successful especially when I am traveling and/or away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6106923538970579057?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6106923538970579057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6106923538970579057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6106923538970579057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6106923538970579057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-5-preparation.html' title='week 5-preparation'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-9034921086908181028</id><published>2008-02-17T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:21:39.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 4--SICKNESS</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it was bound to happen.  If I am looking at this training program as a lifestyle change, there was bound to be a week when I was sick.  This week was it.  I missed one of my training sessions this week because I had the flu.  I did however manage to get in 2 workouts on my own.  I know it is short of my 5 days a week, but I am cutting myself some slack.&lt;br /&gt;Monday i blogged about just not wanting to be at my workout. While I did learn a few things from it, on tuesday when I discovered that my world was spinning and i had a 101 fever I felt like less of a cry baby.  I was cooped up in my house until Friday when I was going stir crazy.  Since I wasn't running a fever, I went to the Y to a water aerobics class.  Part of the justification in that was that even if I had germs to share, the chlorine in the pool would take care of it.  CRAZY, I know but I felt like I needed to get moving.  I was exhausted to say the least afterwards.  I just now got back from the Y having done cardio for about 40 minutes.  I still don't feel like I have the best amount of energy to devote to working out, but I feel good for giving it a go even when I didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;In week 4 of working out, being sick brought a few questions to my mind.  When should you skip the workout and when should you go ahead with one?  I read online that running a fever is a good indication to stay in and not exercise.  What if you have a head cold?  Are you supposed to listen to your body?  I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;Second, what about eating?  I didn't get out of my bed until midday and a few days I really couldn't eat anything.  It was difficult to get those fruits and vegetables in.  I certainly didn't really count calories.  Then my biggest vice I have is that I love coke!!  I have done pretty well over the past 3 weeks in pretty much cutting them out.  However, the minute I started feeling bad was the minute I just had to have a coke.  Oh, and for you diet drinkers out there, I just can't do it!  I admit I overdid it on the cokes, but they tasted so good.  Its strange but I drink them when my stomach hurts and when my throat hurts.  My great grandmother used to give "let" us drink coke when we had upset stomachs growing up.  Most of my childhood, I was not allowed to drink coke--I think because it cost too much money to let 4 kids drink coke.  I drink it when my throat hurts because it just plain feels good.  So, I guess in a sense coke is my comfort drink?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has challenged me to do my best to be good when I don't feel good.  I haven't beat myself up over the cokes I drank or any other foods I may have consumed that weren't exactly diet friendly.  In the long run of what I hope is many more years of living healthy, this was just a week.  I didn't do it perfectly, but I did see myself going for fruits and veggies when I would have rather gone through a McDonalds drive through. &lt;br /&gt;Week 4 may have been characterized by sickness for me but i see it as progress!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-9034921086908181028?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9034921086908181028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=9034921086908181028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/9034921086908181028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/9034921086908181028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-4-sickness.html' title='week 4--SICKNESS'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8609440175860367970</id><published>2008-02-13T10:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:22:20.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weightloss progression through PA school</title><content type='html'>These are pics of me starting PA school with a baby shower last february(i think), then summer, then fall(football game),  and current(pazzos and white coat).  You be the judge 'cause I have a hard time telling the difference still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOUUFrHFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeiqJntrA28/s1600-h/baby+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOUUFrHFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeiqJntrA28/s320/baby+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488939676769362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOPEFrHEI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qko5K0EgPBs/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOPEFrHEI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qko5K0EgPBs/s320/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488849482456130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOJ0FrHDI/AAAAAAAAACk/MzVYWUxNo7g/s1600-h/football+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOJ0FrHDI/AAAAAAAAACk/MzVYWUxNo7g/s320/football+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488759288142898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MN_kFrHCI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y404GO56uTU/s1600-h/pazzos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MN_kFrHCI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y404GO56uTU/s320/pazzos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488583194483746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MN6kFrHBI/AAAAAAAAACU/1X5SlhyATJo/s1600-h/whitecoat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MN6kFrHBI/AAAAAAAAACU/1X5SlhyATJo/s320/whitecoat5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166488497295137810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8609440175860367970?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8609440175860367970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8609440175860367970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8609440175860367970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8609440175860367970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-weightloss-progression-through-pa.html' title='My weightloss progression through PA school'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/R7MOUUFrHFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeiqJntrA28/s72-c/baby+shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8566300176941428323</id><published>2008-02-11T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:29:22.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>learning life lessons during a workout</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I went to my workout not really wanting to be there.  It started snowing here around 5 and the prediction is it could get really bad.  I had emailed Johnny to see if we were still working out tonight and got no reply.  Considering the fact that I am going home to K-town this weekend, i felt like I really needed to go tonight to ensure that I would meet my goal of 5 workouts this week.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went.  I was not joyful about it.  I whined through this workout.  I said things like--"this is too heavy"  "how much longer"  "you want me to do, WHAT?"  I was having difficulty breathing(for those of you who keep telling me I have asthma, I'm starting to believe you!).  At one point after doing an exercise called hamstring curls where you lay on the ground, I just wanted to lay there and not get up.&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the workout.  I still wasn't happy about it.  As I was walking to my car, I started thinking about how most of the time I feel really proud of what I accomplish in a workout.  Tonight to begin with, I just still felt like it was the hardest thing I had done in a while.  Why did it have to be so hard?  Why couldn't it be easier?  Do I really have to keep enduring this?&lt;br /&gt;Then I was reminded that this is how life truly is.  God calls us through things that aren't easy.  We go through difficult times whether we really want to or not.  The burdens that we may be given often times feel too heavy.  The rough times seem unending and we ask God, "how much longer."  I am certainly guilty of saying, "you want me to do WHAT?" when Christ leads me to something that I am just not so sure about.&lt;br /&gt;I've been back from my workout for about an hour now.  I'm starting to feel good about my accomplishments.  I've had a little while to be removed from the situation and look back on what I actually did tonight.  That is the way it is when we go through hard things in our life.  We may question it, but if we hang on and let God lead us through it we can look back and be proud of our accomplishments.  There is new meaning tonight in the verse,"I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8566300176941428323?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8566300176941428323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8566300176941428323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8566300176941428323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8566300176941428323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-life-lessons-during-workout.html' title='learning life lessons during a workout'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4016149273096186285</id><published>2008-02-09T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:14:44.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe of the week--FROZEN GRAMWICHES</title><content type='html'>This is a great recipe for all of us trying to cut back on our calories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 graham cracker squares&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. light or fat-free frozen whipped topping(any flavor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread 2 of the squares evenly with the whipped topping.   Top with remaining squares to make 2 sandwiches.  Transfer to a freezer-safe airtight plastic container.  Cover tightly and place in freezer.  Freeze for a least 2 hours or up to 1 month.  Serve frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150 calories&lt;br /&gt;2 g protein&lt;br /&gt;28 g carbs&lt;br /&gt;4 g fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These taste better the longer you leave them in the freezer because they get soft!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4016149273096186285?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4016149273096186285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4016149273096186285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4016149273096186285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4016149273096186285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/recipe-of-week-frozen-gramwiches.html' title='recipe of the week--FROZEN GRAMWICHES'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5986524314741372345</id><published>2008-02-08T23:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:15:59.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 3 of workouts</title><content type='html'>So, I finished my 3rd week of working out with the Time to Change group.  Tomorrow(Saturday) I am attending a weight training session.  It will be my 5th workout of the week.  They require us to do 3 workouts a week.  I think my goal is to stay at 5 workouts a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate working out initially.  I usually say that I am kicking and screaming all the way to the gym.  Now I have started verbally telling my trainers that I really don’t like them during my workouts.  Really, they are great and I am thankful for them!  &lt;br /&gt;After my workouts, I have such a sense of accomplishment.  I feel like I am making progress that I am getting somewhere.  Today as I was driving back from a water aerobics class, I began thinking that all of the sudden I feel like I am back in control of my life.  My anxiety attacks have greatly decreased.  I feel much happier thanks to medication and exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel like there is this fine line between me allowing Christ to be Lord of my life which gives me a sense of control and ME being in control.  You know the classic pilot/copilot lesson.  Its so hard to keep that in check.  Does anyone have any suggestions to how I can truly evaluate that in my life?  How do you know when you are trying to get Christ out of the pilot seat and let you take your life for a spin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been on my mind lately is this whole thing of obesity.  There are just so many reasons why I am overweight.  With that in mind, I am very much convinced that it is one of the sins in our lives that you can’t hide from the world.  Your obesity, your vice, your god is so evident for the whole world to see.  Gossip, lying, stealing, lust, etc—those can possibly all be hidden away from the world where only you have to deal with your sins.  The funny thing is that I eat to hide myself from the world, to keep me to myself, so the world doesn’t have to deal with me.  Yet, in reality, people look at you because you are different.  People stare at you because of how big you are.  Yes, people tend to not see you, the real you because they can’t get past the weight.  So, I guess some people who are gluttons for the shear purpose of hiding themselves from the world achieve their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I need a new goal in life.  God is so good and so faithful to me.  He has given me talents that should not be wasted away.  He has given me a purpose that I need to fulfill.  I’m trying to take it day by day.  To meet with God and to deal with these issues.  The above words are just a small glimpse into my life.  I’m being transparent with all of you because when I voice these feelings, the lies from Satan, they don’t have that much power of me.  Yes, they will still haunt me.  It may even be easy for me to give in to the lies, but I have faith that from here on out I will have the strength to stand back up!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey hasn’t been easy.  God didn’t call us to an easy life.  Sometimes it is so hard for me to remember that.  I don’t want to hurt.  I don’t want to do things that don’t seem easy.  I have to remember that He has a plan for me and that by His strength I will persevere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5986524314741372345?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5986524314741372345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5986524314741372345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5986524314741372345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5986524314741372345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-3-of-workouts.html' title='week 3 of workouts'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8106477657851114080</id><published>2008-02-04T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:29:23.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEATING!!</title><content type='html'>First let me say, that I am the queen of procrastination right now.  I have a test tomorrow and haven't really begun the proper studying for it.  Instead, I am blogging about my workout tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the beginning of my 3rd week of working out.  I am not sure that this will ever get any easier.  Well, it feels like it will always be hard, but that is because I am hopefully always going to push myself to go further!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we started with cardio and then did a strength training circuit.  My trainer wanted me to do 30 minutes on the elliptical or bicycle.  I knew that I couldn't do either for that long.  So we compromised.  I did 10 minutes on the elliptical and 20 minutes on the bike.  The great thing about that was I did the elliptical for 5 more minutes than I thought that I could. &lt;br /&gt;Now getting to the title of this article.  When I started on the elliptical, I started sweating almost immediately.  AND, I just kept sweating and sweating and sweating.  It felt like it started to pour out of my body once I got on the bicycle.  I don't think that I have ever had such a soaked shirt in my entire life--except for the days when I would swim in a tshirt.  Yes, that is how sweaty I was!!&lt;br /&gt;I went over to do the strength training circuit and at one point had to lay on a mat.  When I got up there was a wet imprint of where I had just been laying--YUCK!  However, it does feel good to have that much sweat in me.  I do feel like I worked hard tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Two things I am proud of:  1.  my trainer telling me I look good when I sweat.  2.  moving from really sissy push ups to moderately sissy pushups!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8106477657851114080?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8106477657851114080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8106477657851114080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8106477657851114080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8106477657851114080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweating.html' title='SWEATING!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-3441865152880744624</id><published>2008-01-30T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:13:22.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2 of working out</title><content type='html'>Tonight I finished my second week of working out with my trainers.  I still have one more workout to complete on my own.  My trainers(Johnny and Adam) are cool.  They don't yell at us or anything like that.  They push us in the group when we need to be pushed.  Thankfully, I did not fall or embarass myself too much this week.&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I am very limited in what I can do physically.  Right now, I have exercise induced asthma pretty bad.  Adam has us "jog" 2 laps to warm up usually, and this week Johnny had us on the track as well and it takes my breath away.  I feel like it may come across that I am not trying, but I am.  Just walking makes me out of breath.  I know that as the weight comes off and I continue to workout breathing will get easier!&lt;br /&gt;I may be sore; I may be tired; I may not be getting all my studying done, but I am feeling really good about myself!  Bonus:  I lost 3 pounds this week:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-3441865152880744624?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3441865152880744624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=3441865152880744624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3441865152880744624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3441865152880744624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-2-of-working-out.html' title='week 2 of working out'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5002460096634875017</id><published>2008-01-28T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:46:08.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Grant-AWAKEN</title><content type='html'>Natalie Grant is one of my favorite singers.  I have almost every CD of hers.  The CD called Awaken had never been one that I was too crazy about.  For whatever reason, about 3 weeks ago I pulled out the CD and it is amazing.  God has been speaking to me through so many of these songs.  I'm posting the lyrics to a song off that album called 'MAKE ME OVER'.   The words have truly become a prayer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME OVER&lt;br /&gt;      I've been silent instead of speaking up&lt;br /&gt;      Gave my advice instead of giving love&lt;br /&gt;      I have been unfair, faithless and unkind&lt;br /&gt;      I have shut my eyes just so i would stay blind&lt;br /&gt;      It's not what i meant to do&lt;br /&gt;      Cause i wanna honor you&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;      Make me over, make me new&lt;br /&gt;      Make me a mirror, a reflection of you&lt;br /&gt;      Take me all apart&lt;br /&gt;      Take me to your heart and pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;      Oh, Jesus, make me over&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Take away the pride that whispers in the dark&lt;br /&gt;      Take the stone out of the middle of my heart&lt;br /&gt;      Hidden underneath my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;      Is the servant that you've destined me to be&lt;br /&gt;      But day after precious day&lt;br /&gt;      I get in my own way&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Make me over, make me new&lt;br /&gt;      Make me a mirror, a reflection of you&lt;br /&gt;      Take me all apart&lt;br /&gt;      Take me to your heart and pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;      Sweet savior, make me over&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      I am only made of your imagining&lt;br /&gt;      I'm dust and clay on the wind&lt;br /&gt;      Wash me in the river of your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;      Until i'm changed, purified&lt;br /&gt;      Take me all apart&lt;br /&gt;      Take me to your heart and pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;      My Jesus, make me over&lt;br /&gt;      Make me over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5002460096634875017?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5002460096634875017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5002460096634875017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5002460096634875017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5002460096634875017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/natalie-grant-awaken.html' title='Natalie Grant-AWAKEN'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8908465600654440282</id><published>2008-01-21T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:42:14.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Workout</title><content type='html'>If I could make this font shaky, I would because that is how I feel right now.  I just got back from my first workout with the Time To Change trainer.  On mondays my trainers name is Johnny.  He had a big circuit workout set up for us where we did each exercise for about 1 1/2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Things were going well until I had to go up and down the stairs.  Then I got back and had to do lunges.  Johnny told me he wanted me to take a little larger step while I did them.  Well, I stepped out with my right foot...Let me explain that I have very lax(loose) ligaments.  I have fallen many times in my life just from walking with nothing to trip over.  So, you see where this is going.  I step out with my right foot and down I went.  My ankle gave right out on me.  So, embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved on to the next station and felt very queezy and light headed.  I thought, "OH, NO"  So, I told him I had to take a break.  I sat down for a few minutes.  Well, more like 5 minutes.  Then I got back with it and finished my workout.&lt;br /&gt;I have been done working out for about an hour now and I am still very shaky.  I'm really going to have to figure out this whole eating thing.  At 4:30 I had a banana and 2 slices of bread with melted soy cheese.  My workout was at 6:30.  I've never been told I have problems with my glucose but I felt so shaky during my workout.  If anyone has any suggestions on what I should do for my next work out I would appreciate it.  I think I will try to eat a little later next time.&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I can walk to my classes tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8908465600654440282?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8908465600654440282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8908465600654440282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8908465600654440282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8908465600654440282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-workout.html' title='My First Workout'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8384812648308866094</id><published>2008-01-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:32:12.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Change</title><content type='html'>Whether I am ready or not, it it TIME TO CHANGE!  Before I went on Christmas break, a friend that goes to church with me here in Lexington randomly asked me what my BMI was one sunday as we were leaving church.  She said, "is it greater than 30?"  I laughed and said, "Oh, yeah, I have that number way beat!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me about a free exercise program that the Johnson center(UK's gym) was offering to people with a BMI of 30 or more.  All you had to do was apply, get a fitness screening, and wait to find out if you got accepted.  It was on a first come first serve basis.  It just so happens I got there fast enough. I owe a huge thanks to AMANDA!(especially because she is always encouraging me to keep getting healthy)&lt;br /&gt;The program put us into groups of 5 and we will be working out with a trainer twice a week and then we have to do at least one other work out on our own time.  It starts on Monday for me since that is one of my training days.  I will also be going on Wednesdays as well.  It lasts until the middle of April.  Three times during the semester they will open the gym early for us participants and have one big circuit workout.  They are going to take midpoint and final measurements to see what kind of progress we have made.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great thing for me.  I think that it may be very possible to lose another 30 pounds before I go out on rotation!  There are many bonuses to that kind of result.  The first and most selfish is that at that weight I should be able to fit back into many of my business/casual business clothes that I had to wear when I worked for Casual Corner Clothing.  The second will be that I will feel so much better.  I will have stamina to be on my feet all day seeing patients.  If a doc has a long workday, I will be able to survive! Hopefully, my blood pressure will be stellar and I may be able to cut back on my medicine.  Maybe I won't have reflux anymore.  Most definately, my self esteem should go up, up, up!  I should be able to destress much better especially since exercise will hopefully be a new habit by the time I go out on rotations.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me friends!  Pray that I will deal with these demons that I have allowed to continually lead me to eating and being sedentary!  Pray that I will handle all the little bad things in life in a positive way instead of destructive way!  Pray for me as I get started on a TIME TO CHANGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8384812648308866094?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8384812648308866094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8384812648308866094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8384812648308866094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8384812648308866094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-to-change.html' title='Time To Change'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7901246411501603404</id><published>2008-01-17T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:25:07.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Roast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am trying to do a little more cooking than I have done in the past year.  Most of the time, I just don't like to cook since it is just me.  I will usually do easy things like putting a lean cuisine or healthy choice in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I fixed white chicken chili and it lasted the entire week.  This week I did a pot roast which was awesome if I do say so my self!&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I made it:  I bought a bottom round roast and followed the cooking directions on the package.  I can't remember exactly how much mine weighed but I cooked it for 2 hours on 300.  Before I put the roast in the oven I rubbed sea salt and pepper on both sides.  I cut up potatoes, carrots, and onions and placed in an aluminum foil packet and cooked along side the roast for 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;Another way you can cook all of this is to put it in a crock pot for about 5-6 hours until the meat is cooked through.  That used to be the way we would prepare sunday lunch when I was growing up and was one of my favorite meals.&lt;br /&gt;  I don't have a crock pot or a roasting pan.  So, I cooked the meat in a bread pan so I had to improvise on roasting the veggies which turned out delicious!  I'm not sure what I'm going to cook next week, but I will share it with you.  I'm mainly trying to cook more because I feel like I eat better food when I prepare it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7901246411501603404?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7901246411501603404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7901246411501603404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7901246411501603404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7901246411501603404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/pot-roast.html' title='Pot Roast'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-1732816414276990191</id><published>2008-01-13T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:59:42.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT MUSINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The following is an email that i sent to a friend who I normally email when I can't sleep and I wanted to share it with all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what it will take to fill that void in your heart?  That&lt;br /&gt;thing that you are always looking for and can't quite put your finger on it? &lt;br /&gt;The reason why no matter how much you want to, you just can't let others really&lt;br /&gt;in?  Will you ever consider yourself worthy of anyone's love?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I won't even let myself go there--to those questions.  I try to&lt;br /&gt;press on and pretend that everything inside of me is great.  I focus on others&lt;br /&gt;and being a help to them.  I think that I most often feel if I can help them and&lt;br /&gt;make them feel good then I can help myself.  It seems that thought doesn't leave&lt;br /&gt;much room for me to focus on me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it will take to complete my heart.  I know that sometimes I&lt;br /&gt;think a guy could complete me, but I don't know that answer.  Sometimes, I think&lt;br /&gt;God will fill that void.  That probably is truth, but I often stop at completely&lt;br /&gt;letting Him in.  It is so hard to imagine that someone, anyone, even God himself&lt;br /&gt;could love me fully, completely, wholly, despite all the things that I&lt;br /&gt;am-despite all the things about me that I consider unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;I think that i included you in my update about the past few months.  Depression&lt;br /&gt;is not fun.  No matter how dark things got.  On the days when I thought it would&lt;br /&gt;be better if I never had to wake up again, I felt God telling me that I was&lt;br /&gt;worth it.  I felt deep down inside of me that I was lovable, that I was someone&lt;br /&gt;who matters, that I was good.  I'm still having those moments of feeling&lt;br /&gt;unworthy, of not being able to comprehend how someone could love me. &lt;br /&gt;I've started memorizing Hebrew 11.  The first verse says,"faith is the assurance&lt;br /&gt;of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen."  The word conviction&lt;br /&gt;has caught my attention everytime i repeated those words to myself.  I have&lt;br /&gt;pondered over that statement-the conviction of things not seen.  Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't question such things.  Maybe I should just let go and have some&lt;br /&gt;conviction that God really did send Jesus to die for me.  On the cross, He was&lt;br /&gt;able to cover my sins, my shortcomings, my UNWORTHINESS.  He makes me lovable;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me desirable; He makes me good; He makes me whole. &lt;br /&gt;Though I can't really see my spiritual self--I need some conviction that I can&lt;br /&gt;be that girl that God has always known I was capable of being--confident,&lt;br /&gt;loving, accepting herself, ABLE TO LET CHRIST LOVE EVERY PART OF ME, whole and&lt;br /&gt;complete, filled with His love!  My faith hasn't been very assured and it&lt;br /&gt;certainly hasn't possessed conviction, but I think right now God is teaching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-1732816414276990191?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1732816414276990191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=1732816414276990191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/1732816414276990191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/1732816414276990191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2008/01/midnight-musings.html' title='MIDNIGHT MUSINGS'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8487988441885353059</id><published>2007-12-12T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:58:36.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 pounds!!</title><content type='html'>WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;I now have lost 30 pounds;)  I hope that I will be a good little girl during the holiday season and keep that 30 pounds off!&lt;br /&gt;I have also applied to be in a free weight loss program at UK.  I will be put in a group with 4 other people and have access to a trainer for about 4 weeks.  I hope that will be what I need to jump start the exercise program that I have been lacking in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with one of the hardest semesters of school that I have ever experienced.  Many times I wanted to pack up and go home.  With one final left, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I'm thankful that God kept me moving forward even if I was dragging my feet.  I'm thankful for the different people he has had encourage me along the way.  I'm thankful that He gave me strength to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm most thankful that I didn't gain weight in the midst of such a hectic time!!!&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8487988441885353059?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8487988441885353059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8487988441885353059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8487988441885353059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8487988441885353059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/12/30-pounds.html' title='30 pounds!!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2936473974220480909</id><published>2007-10-14T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:22:20.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 pounds lost picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RxK3GaNyv6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/MOklPoXXlTU/s1600-h/DSC_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RxK3GaNyv6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/MOklPoXXlTU/s320/DSC_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121357047017947042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RxK22qNyv5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/haPF02QToRM/s1600-h/IMG_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RxK22qNyv5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/haPF02QToRM/s320/IMG_1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121356776435007378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me from this past weekend with one of my biggest cheerleaders!  I can't really tell a difference in my weight.  However, this is me minus 20 pounds!!!I guess we can compare it to my last picture on here which is me by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ames/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ames/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2936473974220480909?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2936473974220480909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2936473974220480909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2936473974220480909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2936473974220480909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-weekend.html' title='20 pounds lost picture!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RxK3GaNyv6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/MOklPoXXlTU/s72-c/DSC_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4294642867596139357</id><published>2007-10-11T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:16:33.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 POUNDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, folks!  I can't believe it but I have officially lost 20 pounds.  I sort of wanted to keep to myself in the event that next week I gain weight or something, but I decided to proclaim it to all.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel out of control at times when it comes to food.  There have been quite a few days lately where I have wanted to be able to shovel lots of food into my mouth.  As I write this now, I am craving a dinner out somewhere.  Stress is still playing a key role in  how I handle food.  I need to find a new way to handle stress; also, I need to find a new way to handle relief too.  This past week I had 3 tests which is a lot for us PA students.  So, with the end of the last test today I really wanted to stop at Arby's yet again on the way home.  HOWEVER, God provided me with an out.  I really wanted to drive through the "drive through", but I realized that I had put my backpack with my wallet in the trunk.  It was divine intervention on the food problem because normally by backpack is in the front seat next to me.  SO, being lazy I did not want to get the wallet out of the car and did not have my Arby's:)&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to start working out.  I know that I need to but I just haven't  made the time.  If I had an elliptical in my room, things would be so much easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;Weightloss and discipline isn't supposed to be easy.  I pray that I get out of that mindset!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you that have been encouraging me through this process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4294642867596139357?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4294642867596139357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4294642867596139357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4294642867596139357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4294642867596139357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/10/20-pounds.html' title='20 POUNDS!'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2536710480457980310</id><published>2007-09-24T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:03:13.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>Today is a day that I could definately eat myself out of house and home literally!  We have so much going on with PA school, and I'm very stressed out.  As I was driving home from class, I wanted to stop and get something from the gas stations or Arby's which I passed by.  Its hard to explain the feelings I had.  I just had this overwhelming urge to gorge on food. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I feel that way, but I know that moments like this have led me to be who I am today.  I have sort of used food to check out of the world.  I call it my very visible wall that I have put up between myself and the world.  I hope that I will be strong in resisting more moments like these.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I just kept on driving.  I didn't stop and in my house I only have relatively good choices of food.  I'm trying to wait to eat until I am truly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer lately is that with every pound that I lose, I will deal with the hurts and pains that I allowed to end up as added weight to my body.  I think when it boils down to it, I have been holding on to many things.  I pray daily that I will have the courage to LET GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2536710480457980310?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2536710480457980310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2536710480457980310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2536710480457980310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2536710480457980310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4925786429227968045</id><published>2007-09-22T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:39:27.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 10 percent</title><content type='html'>My goal 3 weeks ago when I started was to lose 10% of my body weight by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10%=33 pounds  (yes, thats right I weighed 330 pounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel confident that I can get to that goal by Christmas especially since I've already lost 12 pounds.  So, I'm almost halfway to my first goal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other goals I must work on are my quiet times and working out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4925786429227968045?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4925786429227968045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4925786429227968045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4925786429227968045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4925786429227968045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-10-percent.html' title='My first 10 percent'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-5736260152547343443</id><published>2007-09-18T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:06:19.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to my first UK game and I have to say it was quite exciting.  A touchdown in the first few minutes of the game and an amazing ending where UK took back there lead.  After the game my friend and I were hungry and she went through Wendy's drive through.  I got an order of chicken nuggets and a root beer.  To say it was good was an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, the next day I was sick at my stomach all day.  It occurred to me that even in just 3 weeks of eating mostly HMR meal replacements and fruits and veggies, my stomach is already not able to tolerate grease.  There have been other times in my life that I have quit eating fast food, but after Sunday I now feel that I must bury my love of fast food in its grave.&lt;br /&gt;Death to the fast food, to those greasy fries and greasy hamburgers.  Death to Taco bell bean burritos on rare occasions.  No more buffalo fingers from Zaxby's.  No more Krystals on the drive to Knoxville from Lexington or Lexington to Knoxville.  I must say Rest in Peace fast food.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I know that it isn't going to be that easy to give up those things, but I think I can do it!!  I know I'm going to try.  I may try to bring the love of fast food back to life BUT that is what I am counting on you guys for.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my official weigh in day and I know I'm officially atleast at my first 10 pounds lost!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-5736260152547343443?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5736260152547343443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=5736260152547343443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5736260152547343443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/5736260152547343443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6400184695205559104</id><published>2007-09-12T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:12:19.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>accountability group</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my first official weigh in for the accountability group that we have set up at school.  I lost 3 pouds this week.  Two weeks ago, I started a weight loss program-HMR and it seems to be working really well because my total is 8 pounds.  I'm really excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;Its so strange how I can go from feeling so horrible about myself to being really proud about what I've achieved.  I hope that I will be able to lose my first 10% by Christmas and at the rate I'm going right now it is very doable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing going on right now is that I feel really good.  My stomach troubles are almost non existent AND I'm even drinking shakes that are milk based.  I have a little more energy than I have had in the past few months, but I'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I think that all in all what started out as a bad week has turned into a good mid week:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6400184695205559104?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6400184695205559104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6400184695205559104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6400184695205559104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6400184695205559104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/accountability-group.html' title='accountability group'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2007194853116224251</id><published>2007-09-10T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:55:23.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A BAD DAY</title><content type='html'>Today was a very bad day.  It is very hard to explain, but right now in school we are having to learn how to do physical exams.  I am not very comfortable with ANYONE touching me (even my own doctor).  So, I asked two other girls that I felt I could let poke and prod on me.  Then this new lady in our class came in.  We tried to tell her that there were already three of us.  I was SO embarrassed and almost started crying right there.  I didn't know how to tell her that I did not feel comfortable with her in the room.&lt;br /&gt;I think that she also threw off the other two girls because I didn't feel like we got much accomplished.  Anyway, I've felt horrible for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Today proves to me that I really do need to get some help.  This problem is truly larger than myself.(no pun intended)  So, I did what I have been putting off for some time and that is call about counseling.  I'm going to my doctor here on Wednesday to ask for a referral.  Hopefully, I am ready to work through the issues.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, a couple of ladies in my PA class and I are weighing in every Wed.  This wednesday will be our first weigh in.  I have been eating HMR foods for the past 2 weeks and am doing really well!&lt;br /&gt;Well friends that all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2007194853116224251?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2007194853116224251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2007194853116224251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2007194853116224251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2007194853116224251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-day.html' title='A BAD DAY'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7222016251429278736</id><published>2007-08-26T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:32:43.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I was home in TN for my break from school, I was able to spend some time playing the piano and singing. Both are things that I have always enjoyed and are ways for me to destress. I was playing out of a book of praise songs and Third Days song "Love Song" was in there. As I was singing through the song, the words overtook me. It is a song that I have sung many times, but when I was at home, in that moment, it seemed that Jesus was speaking directly to me.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know the song, it begins by saying "I've heard it said that a man would climb a mountain just to be with the one he loves." The next verse talks about a man swimming the deepest ocean to be with the one he loves. As the song gets to a close it says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; Just to be with you, I've done everything. There's no price I did not pay; Just to be with you, I gave everything, Yes, I gave my life away"&lt;br /&gt;At those words, I really felt like Jesus was speaking directly to me. He was saying, "Amalie, I have given everything just to be with you. You are constantly running from my love. You are constantly doubting my love. What more can I do to convince you of my love because I GAVE EVERYTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to think that I feel like I am unloved. However, I like a lot of people just simply do not understand on God can continue to love me. He is so great and we are so weak. I feel today's world makes it a lot harder to truly believe in and be able to comprehend unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love is the love that Jesus offers us. He has done everything he can to make it very clear that no matter who or what we are He loves us. We can do nothing to earn his love, He loves us. We can be as bad as we want, He loves us. We can feel so unlovable, He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have little things in your life that you just try to hold back from him? How many of you may have these little parts of yourself that you want to fix first before you present it to Jesus? How many of you realize that we are missing the point by thinking this way. "Just to be with you, I gave everything." Those words were jumping out at me and saying to me that He loves me with my flaws and all. I don't have to get dressed up in my sunday dress to be presentable to Christ. I can come to him in my grubby Saturday morning dirty house cleaning clothes and He loves me the way that I am.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of us will take a moment to realize that any time we doubt His love we should remember that He gave everything to be with us. He loves every part of you no matter what!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7222016251429278736?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7222016251429278736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7222016251429278736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7222016251429278736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7222016251429278736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/08/third-day.html' title='Third Day'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-8227877869485229778</id><published>2007-07-20T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:10:48.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the balanced life and discipline</title><content type='html'>You know I think that there are 2 keys to weightloss and it is not diet and exercise.  The first is a balanced life.  I had a sunday school teacher in college, Sam Cargo, who over and over would draw a picture of three cups.  They represented ones spiritual, physical, and mental lives.  He would always say that to have a full life these had to be balanced.  You couldn't have one overflowing and the others lacking to make it.  He would also point out that the most important one was your spiritual life.  If it was empty or even half full, then physical and mental would never be where you needed them to be.&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I did not understand it.  I actually thought he was crazy.  When he went to draw 3 cups on the easel, I thought, "here we go again with the cups."  However, a few years back when I actually did lose a significant amount of weight(before gaining it back), I started to focus on my spiritual life.  I had kind of been standing still in all areas of my life, but especially when it came to my relationship with Christ.  I had forgotten what a true quiet time was and at that point in time was not active in church.  So, I began to experience a full spiritual life.  As I began to get right with the Lord, I became motivated to exercise and eat right.  All of these things affected me mentally and physically.  The light went on!!  Sam Cargo was not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The second key to weightloss is discipline.  This has always been a hard one for me.  I always think of discipline as "training to act in accordance with rules" or even some result of punishment.  I think that sometimes I look at the word discipline and cringe.&lt;br /&gt;However, I recently found this definition of discipline that I like: "to bring to a state of order and obedience by training and control."  Order and obedience--when you look at weightloss from a spiritual standpoint we have to learn to eat when we are hungry and stop when we are full.  Therefore, we are being obedient to never over indulge and not partake in gluttony.  The way that we achieve this order and control or discipline is through training and control.  My training will come in developing new eating habits as well as exercise habits.&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see exercise and eating right is really involved in my two keys to weight loss, but without a balanced life or discipline the weightloss will not remain for very long.  When I first neglect my spiritual life, I am living proof that things begin to fall apart--the weight slowly begins to creep on until you are miserable!&lt;br /&gt;So all you who struggle with this issue too--keep on keeping on because it takes time to develop a balanced life and discipline!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-8227877869485229778?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8227877869485229778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=8227877869485229778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8227877869485229778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/8227877869485229778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/07/balanced-life-and-discipline.html' title='the balanced life and discipline'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-3273972858593463953</id><published>2007-07-11T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:53:51.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pounds</title><content type='html'>2 pounds--yep thats right.  In the past month I have only lost 2 months.  Yes, I'm a little frustrated because I did put in a little bit of hard work.  ONLY a little bit of hard work.  I would say that only 50% of the time did I really put into practice my goals that I had set for myself.  That being said, I know that 2 pounds could turn into 4 pounds and so forth.  I know that this next month I will improve more and more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-3273972858593463953?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3273972858593463953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=3273972858593463953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3273972858593463953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/3273972858593463953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-pounds.html' title='2 pounds'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2443894361813069260</id><published>2007-06-27T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:27:09.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week 3</title><content type='html'>This week has just been a week for me.  I have worked out a lot more than normal.  I have to say thanks to my great PA friends because they keep encouraging me to stay active.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was thinking about what I might look like if I lost half of me.  It is actually quite scary.  I think the hard thing would be to lose the weight and still not be happy with me.  I feel like I have to be ok with me now, with who I am right in this moment.  I think then and only then that when I do lose ALL the weight, it won't matter what half of me looks like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2443894361813069260?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2443894361813069260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2443894361813069260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2443894361813069260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2443894361813069260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-3.html' title='week 3'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-2283416308983601849</id><published>2007-06-23T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:13:19.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I have set my first weight loss goal.  I want to lose 25 pounds by mid september.  I feel pretty confident right now that I can do it.  If I meet my goals each week then I should see the results.  The only thing that worries me is the fact that this is the first time since I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism that I am trying to lose weight.  I'm not sure what effect that will have.  I certainly know it hasn't helped in the weight department.  Things are looking up and I'm excited for what the future holds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-2283416308983601849?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2283416308983601849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=2283416308983601849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2283416308983601849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/2283416308983601849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-goal.html' title='My first goal'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6560260694804075104</id><published>2007-06-21T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:27:31.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2</title><content type='html'>YEAH!  I met my fitness goal this week.  I worked out three times for at least 30 minutes.  I also joined the local Y here in Lexington and am starting back with water aerobics.  Having a scheduled class time seems to help me out a lot.  Plus, I have some great friends that I am in school with that are making me go work out with them.  So, this next week I want to up my workouts to 4 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am going to start writing down calories in addition to journaling my food.  The coke thing is still not under control, but I am doing much better in that area.  If I drink one this week I will at least be counting it in my calories.&lt;br /&gt;My mindset has been kind of the low point of the week.  So many times this past week I just felt like there is truly NO way that I will ever be able to get to a healthy weight.  I am scared that I can't do.  I hate where I am at in this area of my life.  I don't want to get heavier, but I don't want to make the sacrifices to make changes in my life.  So the big question is do I stay miserable where I am at or do I work my butt off(literally) to achieve something in my life???&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the answers so I guess we will have to stay tuned and find out together!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6560260694804075104?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6560260694804075104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6560260694804075104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6560260694804075104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6560260694804075104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-2.html' title='week 2'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-4079325643763942225</id><published>2007-06-13T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:32:53.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week 1</title><content type='html'>Well, it was a start.  It wasn't perfect but I did better than the week before and the week before that and I guess that is all I can ask of myself.  I did not meet most of my goals but I worked on them.  I only went 2 full days without drinking coke.  However, the rest of the days, I limited myself to only drinking coke at one meal.  I wrote down most of what I ate.  As far as the quiet times go they were lacking.  I also worked out only twice instead of three times.&lt;br /&gt;A "blessing" for me has been that we have to walk to class right now instead of riding the bus to the college of health sciences.  It takes about 10 minutes one way so that is extra movement for me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I started the new week off right by swimming for 30 minutes.  YEAH!  It was fun and hard at the same time.  I haven't been in the pool in about six months and have lost all my endurance.  So, my goals for this week are pretty much the same as last.  Foodwise, I want to journal everything I eat.  I want to cut back on the cokes even more especially since we learned in our oral health class that they are basically "Acid on your teeth."  Workout wise I want to stick with 30 minutes 3 times a week.  Spiritually, I have to have my quiet times.&lt;br /&gt;OH, I did not lose any weight this past week.  One HUGE struggle is going homes on the weekends.  My mom doesn't cook very much and we eat out alot.  So, I am going to have to start making better choices when I eat out.  Also, for the 3 hour drive back and forth, I have to start packing healthy food with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is all for this week.  Hang in there with me!  Thanks for the encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-4079325643763942225?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4079325643763942225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=4079325643763942225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4079325643763942225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/4079325643763942225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-1.html' title='week 1'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-954519893518156128</id><published>2007-06-08T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:11:56.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cokes-agghh</title><content type='html'>So, thus far I have had only one coke a day. I went 24 hours without a coke but have been having really bad headaches ever since then.  I'm not sure if they are caffeine related or if they are sinus headaches.  Other than that I feel pretty good.  Honestly, I think I probably drank 2-3 20 oz cokes a day. &lt;br /&gt;It definately is harder than it has ever been for me to quit drinking cokes.  I'll get there though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-954519893518156128?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/954519893518156128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=954519893518156128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/954519893518156128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/954519893518156128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/cokes-agghh.html' title='cokes-agghh'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-7006385732721394211</id><published>2007-06-06T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:22:21.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>325</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RmbZQnRFIAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/895NVZlLMVk/s1600-h/DSC_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072980909721198594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RmbZQnRFIAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/895NVZlLMVk/s320/DSC_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me..all 325 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-7006385732721394211?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7006385732721394211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=7006385732721394211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7006385732721394211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/7006385732721394211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/325.html' title='325'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/RmbZQnRFIAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/895NVZlLMVk/s72-c/DSC_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317783381975223942.post-6548867857208153632</id><published>2007-06-06T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:40:40.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here I am again</title><content type='html'>As if I didn't write enough of my thoughts for cyberspace to read.  This blog is going to be all about my never ending struggle in living in the bondage of obesity.  I have lost weight in the past and I have even had successes, but I always end back up in the chains.  Most people say they don't know why they are overweight.  I do.  Its easy to be comfortable in your misery.  Its easy to be unhappy with yourself.  Its easy to hide yourself away through food and in return through many, many, many pounds.&lt;br /&gt;By even starting this blog, I'm freaking out.  I'm thinking what if I can't do this?  What if I just end up gaining more weight? What if?  Today I'm going to start anew once again.  I'm praying that I will finally lay ALL of this down at Jesus feet.  That's one thing a lot of people don't like to address-obesity is a sin.  Well, the act of getting there is a sin.  Most of us would not be overweight if we did not over eat.  Most of us obese people have made sin our friend, our comfort, and our god. &lt;br /&gt;So, if you are reading my blog it is because I want you to be my prayer warrior.  I want you to be my encouragement.  I want you to hold me accountable to what seems to be my never ending journey.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked out for the first time in a long time.  I can't remember the last time I worked out.  So, my goal for this week starting today is to work out a total of 3 days for 30 minutes.  My food goal for the week is to write down everything I eat and no more cokes.  IF you see me with a coke, take it out of my hand!!(I"m not even kidding, and I know a few of you will really do this!)  My spiritual goal for the week is to truly get back to a daily quiet time!&lt;br /&gt;Check in here weekly to see how I'm doing.  Other than that I'm sure I will get on here more than that and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a poem I wrote sometime ago that seemed to sum up what my weight issue is truly about.  I hope it becomes part of my inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind these prison walls, I have been for so long&lt;br /&gt;That I call this place my home&lt;br /&gt;With every hurt and pain, every brick was laid&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And if onlyI would take the key I possess and unlock my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Live this life I have to live&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the freedom that you give&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of who you are and what I could be&lt;br /&gt;I would find myself completely free;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how good it would feel to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I return to those walls, and walk my quiet halls&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt me here&lt;br /&gt;In my barren rooms of my own sad solitude&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know what I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And if onlyI would take the key I possess and unlock my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Live this life I have to live&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the freedom that you give&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of who you are and what I could be&lt;br /&gt;I would find myself completely free;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how good it would feel to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the key because I had to see just how it felt to be free&lt;br /&gt;And the walls came down&lt;br /&gt;Healing for my hurt and pain, tearing down the bricks that were laid&lt;br /&gt;I just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is all I ever want to know&lt;br /&gt;And I finally, yes, I finally&lt;br /&gt;Used that key I posessed; I unlocked my happiness&lt;br /&gt;I'm living this life I have to live&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the freedom I've been given&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out just who you are and what I can be&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how good it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;Free....Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317783381975223942-6548867857208153632?l=finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6548867857208153632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317783381975223942&amp;postID=6548867857208153632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6548867857208153632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317783381975223942/posts/default/6548867857208153632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finallybreakingfree.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-i-am-again.html' title='here I am again'/><author><name>breaking free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02182306981091207882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuLBzUL8Pzo/TDE0WSxwSrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/csvEZ-8xog8/S220/n136700860_30281805_7734.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
