Day 212 - Just how hard is it?

Mr. Strong left the house really early this morning, so I got up and ran 3 miles on my treadmill at home. But before I finally talked myself into getting up, I laid there wondering if I should. Why shouldn’t I right? Because it was cold! I didn’t want to leave the warmth of my bed and Doodlebug snuggling next to me. I thought about resetting my alarm, but as soon as I heard the door shut behind Mr. Strong – I. Got. Up.

Something as easy as getting out of bed and running on a treadmill that is 3 feet away while the TV is blasting music, just isn’t that easy!

So, just how hard is it?

It’s as physically and mentally hard as getting out of bed and standing up. Huh? Who would have thought? Some people would give their whole world just to be able to do that simple action, so it seems that I no longer have an excuse to be lazy.

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Last night I cooked. And it was edible!!!!! Oh yeah baby!!!! I’m bad! (doing the cabbage patch, running man, bring it back now!) We had 4% Lean Chopped Sirloin, Wild Grain Rice and Asparagus. Yum! So, the debacle over portion control arose again. Here I am in the kitchen cooking and pulling up on my laptop those Portion Control Plates when VOILA! I already had some!

Portion control is a learning process and not as easy if you don’t have some sort of visual judgment.

So, just how hard is it?

Well, it turns out that it is as hard as pulling a 10cent paper plate out of my cabinet! Oh yeah! That’s it!

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Yesterday I told you about Evalyn (Chickadee) and invited you to go read her story. She is a beautiful little 3 year-old girl with Rett Syndrome and what it boils down to is this: she has a severe, progressive neurological disorder that causes a lack of muscle tone and a lack of head growth and eventually a (or a series of) developmental regressions. And, she needs our help in getting her and her mommy a therapy dog.

Giving is not an easy thing, especially when you are not sure how much, who it’s for or, the reasons behind the asking. I am not a freewill giver. I will admit this – I am a paranoid giver because I want the money I donate to go directly to what or whomever it is that I am giving for. Trust me, she is worth giving to!

So, just how hard is it?

It is as hard as going here to her DONATION PAGE and giving just a few dollars. It literally takes about 1 minute of your time. I am very proud to announce that she is ALMOST at 50% of her goal. Yesterday, I challenged you all to help me get her to her goal in 72 hours and we are well on our way! So, THANK YOU! I have the best fans EVER! It fills my heart and tear ducts knowing that you are helping. Write in the notes that the Drill Sergeant sent you over!

Doodlebug and Evalyn are the same age and I don’t know how I would handle it if I wasn’t able to experience catching him in the refrigerator stealing grapes because of a specific disease or disorder.

We as moms try to do EVERYTHING we can to ensure that our children grow up happy and full of spirit. And that doesn’t change if our children are born with disorders and disabilities!