Have I Mentioned I'm a Little Un-athletic???

I finally figured out how to get back to this blog. I started this on Wednesday night...

This blog is from Kim...obviously, because if you know us you know that Veronica is definitely athletic...and competitive. Me - not so much. I was in the band.

About 6 months ago I was asked to play on a co-ed softball team made up of some people that I work with. Now, I let them know that I was very unathletic and they asked me to play anyways. Well, tonight I had the opportunity to score a run. Seriously. No joke. Me, the unathletic one was going to score our first run of the night. I ran in, tagged home plate, and was called out. Huh? How did that happen, you ask? Well in this league they have two homeplates and the runner is supposed to tag the one in the back. I tagged the regular one and was called out. Not only was I out, but I was the third out - and because we were so far behind I was also the last out of the game because the game was called. I seriously felt like the person who scores a goal for the wrong team. blah......


On a different note: I was thinking about my and V's blog title "Our Journey to a Size 10". It's funny how life changes your outlook on things. I can remember when my idea of beauty was a size zero girl. Not that some women are beautiful as a size zero, but if you've ever seen my hips, you'll know that God did not create me to be a size zero. I've been one - have the pictures to prove it - and look absolutely sick. Maybe I'll post one just so y'all will believe it was possible. Now, when I one day rock the size 10 jeans again, shoot I'm gonna be a knock out. Okay, maybe that is pushing it a little, but I'm happy with the junk in my trunk....I just want a smaller trunk. =)

I've decided that there are not many areas of my life that I make excuses for myself. I've been through some hard things, made some hard decisions, and lived to not only tell the tale, but be stronger for it. However, in the weight area, I've allowed myself to fall into a life of excuses...i don't have time, if someone doesn't like me chubby they aren't work it anyways, it runs in my genes,....on and on and on. Well, I'm tired of that. If there was an area in my life that I want to make excuses, I want it to be better than this area.

So, tomorrow I turn 30 and this is the year for a new me.

Bootie Girl...soon to be Smaller Bootie Girl