<?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-1729577085110871332</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:51:56.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in the Sphere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729577085110871332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507163138600013239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729577085110871332.post-9107112774841473470</id><published>2011-04-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:49:34.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week to Austin</title><content type='html'>So, here I sit in my living room.&amp;nbsp; There is so much to feel on the inside, but so little willingness to do it.&amp;nbsp; 4 months ago, promises were made.&amp;nbsp; Here I sit, acknowledging that those promises were broken.&amp;nbsp; Broken by me, with no one to blame, so to speak, except for myself.&amp;nbsp; No one looks back at me in the mirror except for ... me.&amp;nbsp; It is a very large me, kind of swollen and bloated looking.&amp;nbsp; Deep down on the inside is the woman who is healthy, who is rock solid and dependable and committed and on track.&amp;nbsp; How does she get and out start to be in charge and running the show?&amp;nbsp; How does she get up the courage to step out, take charge, and most importantly, have the guts and the fortitude to succeed?&amp;nbsp; She knows that she can.&amp;nbsp; She has been very successful in the past.&amp;nbsp; She has scurried up the corporate ladder with her brains, her wit, her emotion, her commitment.&amp;nbsp; She has had successful relationships ( ok there is a reason why this wasnt listed first).&amp;nbsp; She has lost bad habits in the past.&amp;nbsp; She used to smoke, but quick cold turkey 9 years ago.&amp;nbsp; She has the ability to make commitments to herself and to succeed.&amp;nbsp; But she continues to dip her toe in the water for a bit, but then jerk it out rapidly, always making alot of excuses to herself about why she cannot continue.&amp;nbsp; A lot of excuses !&amp;nbsp; So, back to the title of this post.&amp;nbsp; I started training 4 months ago for this ride, with a promise to get in shape and ride well.&amp;nbsp; I have done ok with the getting in shape piece, considering that I have 60 extra pounds to carry with &amp;nbsp; me on the bike.&amp;nbsp; But, that is not the promise I made to myself.&amp;nbsp; I made a promise to lose that weight and get feeling and looking better.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; made a promise to myself to take care of myself and improve the quality of my daily life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have broken those promises, but I must make new commitments.&amp;nbsp; Just as I made the commitment to ride in this ride, I must commit each and every day of my life to making GOOD decisions about what enters my body and fuels my daily activities.&amp;nbsp; That time is now.&amp;nbsp; That time is here.&amp;nbsp; God bless and God Speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729577085110871332-9107112774841473470?l=puckmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puckmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9107112774841473470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://puckmama.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-week-to-austin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729577085110871332/posts/default/9107112774841473470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729577085110871332/posts/default/9107112774841473470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puckmama.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-week-to-austin.html' title='One week to Austin'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507163138600013239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
