I've had a lot of people lately ask me, "Where do you get your energy?" I don't really know how to respond to that question. I don't feel like I have any more energy than most people. I guess it's just the way my energy is perceived. But this really got me to thinking about things.
Today I was driving down Richmond Road, windows down, music blaring, and enjoying the breeze. I was playing a song by Phillips, Craig, and Dean that is one of my all time favorites..."Let My Words Be Few"
And then it hit me. It's like God said, "hello!!!! It's me that gives you that energy". And it's true.
My faith is a huge part of my life. For years I tried to live my life the way I wanted. Some things were good and some weren't. But then it was as if a lightbulb was turned on above my head. Giving it ALL to the one who truly gives me life. Giving my life, my thoughts, my love, my everything. I know people may think I'm crazy, but I have a blessed life. A life that has been blessed by God in so many ways, in the past and present.
And from that I have JOY.
I have something that fills my heart and my life like none other. This is something that can't be replaced with anything on this earth. And I know that my time on earth is fleeting. I mean really. Think about it. Our life is but a second compared to the eternity we have to look forward to in heaven. I guess it's just that I want to live my life in a way that the dash between the years of my birth and death are happy. I want others to be as happy as I am. I surround myself with positivity and meet people where they are in their life. I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have my faults. I say things sometimes that are not appropriate, but one there's one thing I know for sure. God knows, understands, and I am able to ask his forgiveness.
He fills my nights and days with joy and peace that makes my heart happy.
I am blessed to be awakened to each day and attack it as if it were my last.
I smile because there may be one person that just needs that in their life that day. Who's to say what others are going through.
So I guess what this boils down to is my JOY = ENERGY! It's positive energy given to me by my God in Heaven.
Thank you God for giving me the life, joy, and energy it takes to live each day to the fullest. I am forever grateful.
Blessings, Renee
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Mom-A Day Late
Because of work schedule of both myself and Mike, I wasn't able to sit down for my mother's day post until now. So here goes...
To the woman, who after many hours of labor, delivered me (with the use of forceps, BTW). A ginormous 8# 14oz, 19 1/2 long baby. An alien to my mother and the ugliest thing she had ever seen. I must have been beautiful though because the nurses said I was (and we nurses know not all babies are born beautiful......)
To the woman who dropped me off at a horrible preschool when she was in labor with my sister (that place I will NEVER forget)
For the times you picked me up, dusted away the dirt, and covered the scar with a band-aid.
For the time I was almost hit by a car riding a bike when we lived in Forest (yes, another thing I will never forget).
For all the days and weeks of making me write my spelling words 10 times each so I would make 100% on my spelling test.
For transforming an old player piano in to one I could play :)
For buying my silver, open-holed Gemeinhardt flute so I could be in concert band.
For making all of my prom dresses throughout the years. And although I wasn't like everyone else, I was truly special because my mom CARED!
For staying up late many nights helping me type a paper when I thought I had plenty of time. You knew better, but wanted me to learn on my own.
For supporting me through the years and with my first marriage and divorce. So much happened, but you were always there.
For being at the birth of both of my boys.....that means more to me than you could ever imagine.
For the woman who helped make me who I am today. Who taught me things, continually inspires me, and encourages me to do whatever I want.
I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful mom. And even with the hoopla surrounding being "mom enough", she was MORE! If I can only be half the mom to my boys that she is to me, I will be forever thankful.
Thank you God for such a wonderful woman. I am truly blessed.
Renee
To the woman, who after many hours of labor, delivered me (with the use of forceps, BTW). A ginormous 8# 14oz, 19 1/2 long baby. An alien to my mother and the ugliest thing she had ever seen. I must have been beautiful though because the nurses said I was (and we nurses know not all babies are born beautiful......)
To the woman who dropped me off at a horrible preschool when she was in labor with my sister (that place I will NEVER forget)
For the times you picked me up, dusted away the dirt, and covered the scar with a band-aid.
For the time I was almost hit by a car riding a bike when we lived in Forest (yes, another thing I will never forget).
For all the days and weeks of making me write my spelling words 10 times each so I would make 100% on my spelling test.
For transforming an old player piano in to one I could play :)
For buying my silver, open-holed Gemeinhardt flute so I could be in concert band.
For making all of my prom dresses throughout the years. And although I wasn't like everyone else, I was truly special because my mom CARED!
For staying up late many nights helping me type a paper when I thought I had plenty of time. You knew better, but wanted me to learn on my own.
For supporting me through the years and with my first marriage and divorce. So much happened, but you were always there.
For being at the birth of both of my boys.....that means more to me than you could ever imagine.
For the woman who helped make me who I am today. Who taught me things, continually inspires me, and encourages me to do whatever I want.
I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful mom. And even with the hoopla surrounding being "mom enough", she was MORE! If I can only be half the mom to my boys that she is to me, I will be forever thankful.
Thank you God for such a wonderful woman. I am truly blessed.
Renee
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
WOW
Earlier this week I posted on facebook about teaching one class, then turning around and teaching another. I've done that on a few occasions because it just worked out that way. But here's the thing...I don't type those things on social media to get a response from people.
You see, 2 years ago I was over 200 pounds. When I stepped on the scales at Weight Watchers I was mortified. I knew I had gained weight, but little did I know just how much. I wanted to cry and scream, but knew the only person to blame was myself. WOW! To admit I was a fault was a big deal to me. I started slowly, but little by little the pounds came off.
I became a regular at Urban Active (where I now teach). I remember being so scared to even walk in the gym. I was a fat girl trying to lose weight. My arms were flabby and my thighs....well, we won't even talk about that. I started taking group fitness classes because I've learned over the years, when I'm in a group setting, I push harder to do well. I don't have the will power it takes to spend an hour on an elliptical machine, nor do I want to. In the middle of many of those classes I just wanted to die. Literally thought I might just throw up and pass out. But I persevered. I pushed myself and MADE myself change. I MADE myself go to the gym. I MADE myself like it. The more I went, the more it became a part of me. Strange to say, but even within about 6 months I felt like I wasn't myself if I wasn't at the gym. It was that December (2010) that I became a licensed Zumba Fitness instructor. Oh.My.Goodness. I was so excited to have the ability to teach, but scared at the same time. Would I be accepted? Rejected? Did I really have what it took to do this? Taking classes and teaching are so different. The personality and presentation has to be there along with the moves and confidence. Thankfully Melissa and Carey (group x directors at Urban Active) worked with me and helped me learn to "teach". Within a few months I had my own class and then started training for other things (Urban Iron weightlifting for one). It took me a good 6-8 months to feel comfortable with who I was in this respect and to embrace it all. Since then I have become certified in Turbo Kick (kickboxing) and am going through Kickboxing training at Urban Active.
But here I am 2 years later.
I am still a work in progress.
I am still learning.
I have cardiovascular endurance and muscles I haven't seen in 20 years (no joke).
I walk confidently and upright and wear shirts without sleeves.
That is why I post the things I post. Not for response, but because of where I've been and where I am today.
It's amazing the difference two years can make. So don't give up on your dreams just because you think you can't. Because really, YOU CAN! I did, and for that I am truly grateful. Grateful to family, friends, and the God who gives me life and never gives up on me! If he doesn't give up on us, why should we give up on ourselves?
Start today and take a step. A step towards fitness and being healthy :)
Renee
You see, 2 years ago I was over 200 pounds. When I stepped on the scales at Weight Watchers I was mortified. I knew I had gained weight, but little did I know just how much. I wanted to cry and scream, but knew the only person to blame was myself. WOW! To admit I was a fault was a big deal to me. I started slowly, but little by little the pounds came off.
I became a regular at Urban Active (where I now teach). I remember being so scared to even walk in the gym. I was a fat girl trying to lose weight. My arms were flabby and my thighs....well, we won't even talk about that. I started taking group fitness classes because I've learned over the years, when I'm in a group setting, I push harder to do well. I don't have the will power it takes to spend an hour on an elliptical machine, nor do I want to. In the middle of many of those classes I just wanted to die. Literally thought I might just throw up and pass out. But I persevered. I pushed myself and MADE myself change. I MADE myself go to the gym. I MADE myself like it. The more I went, the more it became a part of me. Strange to say, but even within about 6 months I felt like I wasn't myself if I wasn't at the gym. It was that December (2010) that I became a licensed Zumba Fitness instructor. Oh.My.Goodness. I was so excited to have the ability to teach, but scared at the same time. Would I be accepted? Rejected? Did I really have what it took to do this? Taking classes and teaching are so different. The personality and presentation has to be there along with the moves and confidence. Thankfully Melissa and Carey (group x directors at Urban Active) worked with me and helped me learn to "teach". Within a few months I had my own class and then started training for other things (Urban Iron weightlifting for one). It took me a good 6-8 months to feel comfortable with who I was in this respect and to embrace it all. Since then I have become certified in Turbo Kick (kickboxing) and am going through Kickboxing training at Urban Active.
But here I am 2 years later.
I am still a work in progress.
I am still learning.
I have cardiovascular endurance and muscles I haven't seen in 20 years (no joke).
I walk confidently and upright and wear shirts without sleeves.
That is why I post the things I post. Not for response, but because of where I've been and where I am today.
It's amazing the difference two years can make. So don't give up on your dreams just because you think you can't. Because really, YOU CAN! I did, and for that I am truly grateful. Grateful to family, friends, and the God who gives me life and never gives up on me! If he doesn't give up on us, why should we give up on ourselves?
Start today and take a step. A step towards fitness and being healthy :)
Renee
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