Saturday
Whoa
Still trying to make my lifestyle changes and put ALL of the pieces of the puzzle together. Nutrition, fitness, recording daily yadayada. I have been able to do the fitness and nutrition part and I have lost 7 lbs since I last checked in (almost a month now on this blog) but the daily posting not so much. Hopefully I can figure this out time wise. I still need to take before photos and measurements and post them. I took some before photos b4 but I really really really did not like them. I need to change the sports bra I took them in because the one I used was not for human consumption. =D. I also have another blog that I keep up and post daily on SP so this might be the problem with keeping up another blog. But I do want to do so. Just need to figure out which one I will focus on more than others because I will succeed at this. Later...seriously since I have NO zero readers I really don't know who I am saying tata for now to?? haha. cyberspace such a weird place to be.
Saturday, 26 April, 2008 - Betterin' My Better - Day 7
Hi Everyone.... this is my new blog and it is a new day for me. This is where I am gonna chronicle my kick ass journey. That means I'm gonna be kicking some ass on myself. I'll make this post a sticky topic (I used post options and changed the year to 2009 that will keep it at the top for at least a year...hence the reason it says Sunday don't let that throw ya. The rest of the posts will date accurately ;D) I want this post to stay at the top to remind my attitude to shape up. Day 1 of the blog but Day 7 of the program.
Am I in? or Out?
It's not the critic who counts. Not the one who points out how the strong man stumbles or how the doer of deeds should have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena. Who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again.
It's not the critic who counts. Not the one who points out how the strong man stumbles or how the doer of deeds should have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena. Who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again.
I want my money back.
I'm down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain't afraid of you.
I'm just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song, if you ain't dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my
heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart..
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God's just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I'm strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I'm fixin' to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call'em up now!
'cause it's about to go pow!
I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
'cause I'm about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck,'cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose.
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
I'm down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain't afraid of you.
I'm just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song, if you ain't dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my
heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart..
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God's just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I'm strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I'm fixin' to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call'em up now!
'cause it's about to go pow!
I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
'cause I'm about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck,'cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose.
I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!
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