<?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-4982998032113264341</id><updated>2012-01-24T15:27:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Patience and Love, My Recipe to Survive It All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cecily Holm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849830192114718401</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-1435507553413841711</id><published>2012-01-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:16:54.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not!!</title><content type='html'>So I started chemo last week and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dnz8V3_FoOE/Tx4cAjKWgoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g8EvsTAK0ZI/s1600/chemo+week+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dnz8V3_FoOE/Tx4cAjKWgoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g8EvsTAK0ZI/s320/chemo+week+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible!&amp;nbsp; I came home the first day and felt fine and all of a sudden my&amp;nbsp;body got hot and I hurt!&amp;nbsp; I remember my mom taking me to drop off Cameron at church and I was just praying for God to give me strength to make it.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget as soon as I finished my prayer Cameron said "Mommy can we just go home so I can cuddle with you and watch a show."&amp;nbsp; I never had a prayer answered so quickly.&amp;nbsp; There was no way I could make it to drop him off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two was not much better but at least I could walk.&amp;nbsp; All I could remember was Psalm 23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;your rod and your staff,&lt;br /&gt;they comfort me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some that sounds scary but to me it was music.&amp;nbsp; When I first was diagnosed with cancer our Sunday school teacher (Maury Gill) taught a lesson on Psalm 23.&amp;nbsp; He pointed out that we do not run or walk fast in trials but we walk, and let me tell you these past few days have felt like a slow crawl, but I had peace in knowing Jesus was there holding my hand.&amp;nbsp; I just kept saying over and over do not fear Cecily&amp;nbsp;Holm&amp;nbsp;for God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all this&amp;nbsp;I receive a care package in the mail from a women that I just met.&amp;nbsp; Her name is&amp;nbsp;Laura and she had breast cancer 10&amp;nbsp;years ago but&amp;nbsp;she loves the Lord and had some great&amp;nbsp;advice to give me the days before I&amp;nbsp;started chemo.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow she sent me a bracelet that has Hebrews 13:5 inscribed in it&amp;nbsp;"Never will I leave you or forsake you"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so to me it was like having front row tickets to Randy Travis or Kenny Rodgers!&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Now not only was I chanting " Do not fear Cecily Holm for God is with me and He will NEVER leave me or forsake me!" and I had the bracelet to squeeze in my had.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time no matter what and I have to say the day I got hooked up to chemo will be forever etched in my mind but for those of you who didn't read my facebook post this is what I posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jan. 18 11:03 AM &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Just got hooked up to my drip and opened my Beth Moore James study the opening verse is " consider it great joy my brother whenever you experience various trials knowing the testing of your faith produces endurance James 1: 2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;It's true!&amp;nbsp; I have ran marathons which require some&amp;nbsp;endurance&amp;nbsp;and these past few days were harder then any marathon.&amp;nbsp;I know I have many more hard days to come but today was Good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-1435507553413841711?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/1435507553413841711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear-not.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/1435507553413841711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/1435507553413841711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear-not.html' title='Fear Not!!'/><author><name>Cecily Holm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849830192114718401</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dnz8V3_FoOE/Tx4cAjKWgoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g8EvsTAK0ZI/s72-c/chemo+week+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2279603324755208782</id><published>2012-01-07T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:11:31.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy!</title><content type='html'>A few years ago my husband and I went to Fredicksburg for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp; We found this fun sign and a few month later my husband came home with this super fun tricycle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9YjBvsNeJM/Twkp7bct4RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5lYHIXDEP-0/s1600/302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9YjBvsNeJM/Twkp7bct4RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5lYHIXDEP-0/s320/302.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is when it all began.&amp;nbsp; We decided to redo our house.&amp;nbsp; I began painting everything and shopping at garage sales, thrift stores, Old Oak Cottage, Ellen's Timeless Treasures, and other local places.&amp;nbsp; We also had some fun things passed down to us that I wasn't displaying but loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of&amp;nbsp;some fun things we found and some things I painted!&amp;nbsp; Beware there are a lot of pictures and I'm not a great photographer or designer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dPQurs75qw/TwkqsQqB3fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tGaQdjZ73L4/s1600/275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dPQurs75qw/TwkqsQqB3fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tGaQdjZ73L4/s320/275.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got these fun things below from my Dad and Uncle for Christmas!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZAwisAEj6Q/Twkq-6zTWZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XMjWl0G8SrU/s1600/290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZAwisAEj6Q/Twkq-6zTWZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XMjWl0G8SrU/s320/290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gRzHxeYtkQ/TwkrSjJbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8nPWDWv_e1s/s1600/289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gRzHxeYtkQ/TwkrSjJbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8nPWDWv_e1s/s320/289.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving this rocker in our living room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyifwDwLgF4/TwkrzNEnPHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EulSZv_03JQ/s1600/303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyifwDwLgF4/TwkrzNEnPHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EulSZv_03JQ/s320/303.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Below is the entry way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2Bq_8xnb5Q/Twkt_T7Z9fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cflYig3_aWg/s1600/292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2Bq_8xnb5Q/Twkt_T7Z9fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cflYig3_aWg/s320/292.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5eifEkbvYg/TwksdyeJJEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zc6w_60-Tzg/s1600/291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5eifEkbvYg/TwksdyeJJEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zc6w_60-Tzg/s320/291.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The laundry room was fun!&amp;nbsp; I painted the walls and the cabinets.&amp;nbsp; My husband found this fun paper at the top and I pinned it on the wall.&amp;nbsp; I loved the idea of being able to switch out the paper easily if I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGHcOYngno8/TwkvmaQ_14I/AAAAAAAAAFM/C6kQtRoNl78/s1600/287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGHcOYngno8/TwkvmaQ_14I/AAAAAAAAAFM/C6kQtRoNl78/s320/287.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our office!&amp;nbsp; ignore the Ronald McDonald He was a White Elephant gift and I have friends sign it when they drop of food for me or visit me.&amp;nbsp; He didn't make it to the hospital... We forgot him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNmu6bfBOW0/TwkwahAskwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttoSmYLvuwk/s1600/293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNmu6bfBOW0/TwkwahAskwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttoSmYLvuwk/s320/293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odMbfQxK4Co/TwkxEFRYhkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cem1c4oRtSc/s1600/297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odMbfQxK4Co/TwkxEFRYhkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cem1c4oRtSc/s320/297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyA9NrBCZzs/TwkxUnHxLWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9MjrFJm7a1k/s1600/299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyA9NrBCZzs/TwkxUnHxLWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9MjrFJm7a1k/s320/299.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I repainted our kitchen cabinets after surgery.&amp;nbsp; I was super board and sad I couldn't run so I painted.&amp;nbsp; My uncle helped me put on the wax.&amp;nbsp; That was the hard part for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sl_4pluY88/Twkx-F2oo_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPCufgTXNg8/s1600/282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sl_4pluY88/Twkx-F2oo_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPCufgTXNg8/s320/282.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So much has been going on that the days have gone by too fast to count.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can say that I am so excited to go on so many adventures with Jesus lately.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that sounds odd to hear someone say that after all the things I have been going through. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The way I see it is you have two ways to look at this:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Why do I have to endure this, why me?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The other way to look at it is “ok, let’s go Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m ready for the adventure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Take me under your wings and lead the way.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I said a while back that I have seen Jesus in so many ways lately but let me just share some of the Godincidences:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;#1:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was almost out of gas and could not find a gas station to save my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Finally with about 6 miles to left in my tank I find one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had to go inside to pay and as I walked in smiling and asking the cashier how she was she said “Great and you keep smiling&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;honey because it just made my day!!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pumped my gas and I kept feeling God’s gentle nudge pushing me to go give her a prayer bracelet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I walked in I felt so stupid I was letting the devil tell me that she didn’t care about me and why would she want to pray for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Who am I to have her take time out of her day and pray.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pushed the enemy away and shared my story with her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She came around the desk with tears in her eyes as I told her I have cancer and will have surgery Friday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I held out a prayer bracelet and asked her to pray for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She asked how I was so happy and I said because of Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know He has everything under control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She asked what my verse meant and I told her to go look it up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I’m not sure what will come out of that and I may never know, but I guarantee you this I have definitely planted a seed for Jesus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;#2:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;December 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the day before surgery, I had so many errands to run.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was feeling a little overwhelmed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I took the kids to school and realized I hadn’t eaten yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I could go home and waste time or stop by Starbucks and use my gift card.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew there wasn’t much on there and I only had two dollars in hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I prayed to God that I had enough on my gift card to cover this as I ordered a small coffee and some oatmeal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I prayed and prayed the entire way through the car line and when I reached the window to pay the guy said “No need to pay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The lady in front of you said Merry Christmas and God Bless!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I started bawling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The poor guy at the counter didn’t know what to do he just kept asking if I was ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had to pull over and cry for about 10 minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just felt God’s hand on my shoulder patting my back saying, “Cecily I have this. Right down to your breakfast.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love that sign from Dayspring that reads “God is Good All the time.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every time I get in a situation I’m unsure of I think of that saying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No matter what your situation God is Good &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;All &lt;/i&gt;the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We all just need to think of the positive and not the negative.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I find it easier to say okay God how do you want me to use this situation for you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I feel like just going through what He gives you with a smile is good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks again for all the kind words, prayers and help from family and friends!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We love y’all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-5084638500349691674?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5084638500349691674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/12/godincidences.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5084638500349691674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5084638500349691674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/12/godincidences.html' title='GODincidences'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2543741969100599437</id><published>2011-12-06T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:43:41.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanced Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I talk a lot about nutrition, but today I want to talk a little about living a balanced life.&amp;nbsp; I was reminded today after hearing a radio show, about how obsessed women can be about&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv2146364839yshortcuts" id="yiv2146364839lw_1278676469_0" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;"&gt;getting in shape&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and being thin.&amp;nbsp; Being "thin" should not be ones ultimate goal in life.&amp;nbsp; If it is your # 1 goal, watch out!&amp;nbsp; It can become an obsession and&amp;nbsp;possibly a prison.&amp;nbsp; I've never believed that "thin" equals good&amp;nbsp;or that it should be&amp;nbsp;the only goal one should strive for.&amp;nbsp; Actually, there are many&amp;nbsp;unhealthy "thin" women&amp;nbsp;who actually have high&amp;nbsp;body fat, not enough muscle, and probably as a result,&amp;nbsp;have weak bones too.&amp;nbsp; There is so much more to be gained when one starts down the road of eating right and working out than just getting to and maintaining a look.&amp;nbsp; After you are in a&amp;nbsp;good routine where you consistently work out 4-6 days/week and eat healthy, you will reach your body's best potential.&amp;nbsp; Then you need to accept the body that brings you.&amp;nbsp; We all have different body types and we will not all look the same when we are the healthiest we can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2146364839yui_3_2_0_1_1323176230124102" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;So what am I saying?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Becoming healthy should be our ultimate goal.&amp;nbsp; And that includes all parts of ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We are made up of body, mind and spirit.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you are feeding&amp;nbsp;each part&amp;nbsp;of you.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you are in balance.&amp;nbsp; Don't get caught up in the trap of living your life around&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv2146364839yshortcuts" id="yiv2146364839lw_1278676469_1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;counting calories&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;all day and becoming obsessed with it.&amp;nbsp; Yes we need to learn about calories, educate ourselves on how to consume calories throughout the day to keep our metabolisms fired up, but make sure to enjoy life.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy food.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy books.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy friends and family.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy church.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy prayer.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy fitness.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your hobbies.&amp;nbsp; Feed your faith.&amp;nbsp; Feed your knowledge.&amp;nbsp; Feed your body.&amp;nbsp; Train your body.&amp;nbsp; Sleep.&amp;nbsp; Exercise.&amp;nbsp; Eat.&amp;nbsp; Read.&amp;nbsp; Pray.&amp;nbsp; Love.&amp;nbsp; Laugh.&amp;nbsp; Relax.&amp;nbsp; Play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-2543741969100599437?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2543741969100599437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/12/balanced-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2543741969100599437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2543741969100599437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/12/balanced-living.html' title='Balanced Living'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-5200764646047377778</id><published>2011-11-18T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:02:17.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv365761025MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321624446075147" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1321624446075146" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m doing well.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Doctor appointments have been a bit overwhelming and I must say the stress is starting to get to me.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;All I want to do is sleep.)&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am however continuing to run, but after about five or six miles I’m so tired!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; And while I run it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;odd to feel like my chest has it’s own heart beat.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But the most difficult time while running is trying to let my mind wander because that little heartbeat in my left breast is a constant reminder that things have changed so dramatically.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s okay though.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I just take one step at a time and before I know it I’m done with my run and back home&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv365761025MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;All the food friends are bringing me is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; nice.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Corey and I were very reluctant at first to accept the offer to create a food calendar but now that I’m gone so much I’m glad we caved.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s great not to have to worry about what to cook for the kids.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was getting tired of sandwiches and cereal!!!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv365761025MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The other night a friend brought us dinner after a long day at the doctor and after we ate I took Cameron to a birthday party. &amp;nbsp;On the way he said that he was sad I was unable to pick him up from school as much.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I knew then that was God’s cue to tell him what’s going on.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I proceeded to explain that mommy was sick and there are times when one of mommy’s friends would pick him up.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I also told him that some of our friends would be bringing us dinner.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He looked out the window for a few minutes and said "so… will we always get dessert? Because that would be so awesome!" &amp;nbsp;I just laughed and said "maybe honey."&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was a little worried he didn’t understand what I said but that night when he said his prayers he said "Dear God I hope you sleep good tonight and please help my mommy feel better soon."&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Out of the mouth of babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv365761025MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Like I said this is all overwhelming but I have been able to see God work in my life like never before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-5200764646047377778?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5200764646047377778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5200764646047377778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5200764646047377778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-me.html' title='An Update On Me'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-6636266673834136199</id><published>2011-11-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:23:09.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk A Mile For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you so much for praying for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It means so much to know that there are so many people behind me. &amp;nbsp;I have had so many questions so here’s the deal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was watching t.v. one night with my hands behind my head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had an itch under my arm and when I went to scratch it there was a pea size knot there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew I had a well-woman’s check-up in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a week so I put it in the back of my mind until then.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The appointment was two days after my 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I showed my doctor and she ordered an ultrasound and scheduled it for the following Monday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; (&lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say that was the day the whirlwind began.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I went to the appointment thinking I would be there an hour and was there for four hours. &amp;nbsp;The moment the probe touched my chest I knew things weren’t looking good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a mammogram that same day and within an hour after leaving the doctor I had a call from the specialist saying to come in the next day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had that appointment and five minutes after leaving they squeezed me in for a biopsy the next day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I found out Friday that I do indeed have breast cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The awesome thing is that I know God has a plan for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know He has everything under control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that 1 in 4 women (not sure of the odds exactly) get this and I consider myself the lucky one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God knows that I can handle this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He knows that I will NOT sit in a corner and throw myself a pity party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will let His light shine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; (&lt;/span&gt;If any of you truly know me, you know I am a stress ball.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is God's grace that I am okay with this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I WILL fight this head on. It’s just another marathon, but this time I have tons of friends and family cheering me on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The spectators are for me and my hope and prayer is that through me you will see God's handy work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I promise you this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will keep you updated through this blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But in the mean time I challenge you to walk, run, bike, or rollerblade a mile for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It can be daily or weekly but walk a mile for me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While you do, say a prayer for me and thank God for everything you have and are capable of doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trust in the Lord in all you do and you will succeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a great day and remember to SWEAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cecily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Be joyful always* Pray continually* Give thanks in every circumstance" I Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-6636266673834136199?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6636266673834136199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-mile-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6636266673834136199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6636266673834136199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-mile-for-me.html' title='Walk A Mile For Me'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-7771855140107889323</id><published>2011-08-18T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:04:36.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Joys Of Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_5_131367599374764" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_5_131367599374761" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_5_131367599374758" style="font-family: calibri;"&gt;It’s that time again…Marathon training is back in full swing.&amp;nbsp; Oh the joys of running.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; I feel like working out is my job.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I do it when I’m sick or really don’t want to but as a fitness professional I have to push through those feelings and get it done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: calibri;"&gt;Running, on the other hand is me.&amp;nbsp; It’s who I am and what makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; I love hearing my own heart beating when I’m finished.&amp;nbsp; It is an amazing feeling to be able to hear your heart beating in your body and feel the rush of blood flowing in your veins.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell I love it?&amp;nbsp; I hate knowing I’m about to run 15 miles but Iove the thrill of finishing. It’s almost like getting on the Grease Lighting at Astroworld. &amp;nbsp;You are scared as you are putting your seatbelt on but the moment they say all clear it is so much fun. As soon as the ride is over you are running back to the front of the line to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: calibri;"&gt;You may not feel that way about running or working out but I know you feel the positive effects of getting your blood pumping.&amp;nbsp; Game on ladies!&amp;nbsp; Schools about to start, it’s about to get cooler, and your fitness journey can only get better.&amp;nbsp; We learn new things about ourselves daily. Not only about our character but about how strong we are and how much we can push our bodies a little more.&amp;nbsp; I love leaving camp everyday because I can feel the energy that each one of you exudes in your workouts. I know that through you I have accomplished what God has trusted me to do and that is the ability to push you just enough to help you reach your fitness goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: calibri;"&gt;Have a great day ladies and remember to SWEAT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-7771855140107889323?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/7771855140107889323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-joys-of-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/7771855140107889323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/7771855140107889323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-joys-of-running.html' title='Oh The Joys Of Running'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-6203821850367369098</id><published>2011-07-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:49:11.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope I’m not perfect when it comes to eating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ask anyone who knows me and they will say "NEVER, EVER under any circumstance give Cecily fudge!!"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whoever said that sweets do not make people hyper is wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m living proof of that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just ask my best friend Jenna or whoever plays Bunco with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I go crazy to the point where I’m down right annoying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m also not very good at socials.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s what I do. &amp;nbsp;(This may not be the answer you are looking for but it’s the truth.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since I know these things are my downfalls I eat really well the week before I know I have somewhere to go with girlfriends, or a big party to host/attend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This way when I go to my event I can eat what I want and not feel too guilty. I do however, survey what is available and only eat the things that I really,really want.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I also will eat 3 bites of veggies or fruit for every one bite of “yummyness”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for fudge I just stay away...except for Christmas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know food should not be used as a way to enjoy things but it is everywhere you go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Plan ahead and you will be fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-6203821850367369098?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6203821850367369098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/07/nope-im-not-perfect-when-it-comes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6203821850367369098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6203821850367369098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/07/nope-im-not-perfect-when-it-comes-to.html' title='Nope I’m not perfect when it comes to eating!'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2008407112202960128</id><published>2011-03-29T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:31:31.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout Etiquette When Sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;What there's an etiquette?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week some of my fellow MOPS friends and I met at&amp;nbsp;an awesome woman's house and she taught us&amp;nbsp;all about how to be proper &lt;i&gt;ladies&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We had so much fun and all agreed it was a real eye-opener.&amp;nbsp; So this week when my family and I had the stomach flu it got me thinking that there is an etiquette to working out while being sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it.&amp;nbsp; How many times have you gone to boot camp and partnered up with someone who said "Take it easy on me I was sick all day yesterday."&amp;nbsp; Most of us would wonder why they are even here or I hope I don't get it too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How about when you're at the gym and the person next to you is&amp;nbsp;coughing constantly and blowing thier nose? It's really hard not to think of having to touch the same equipment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what should you do when you are sick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have been running a fever or throwing up in the past 24 hours skip the workout all together.&amp;nbsp; You are most likely doing your body more harm than good.&amp;nbsp; I would recommend focusing on getting your body back in a healthy state and drink plenty of water. &amp;nbsp;If you absolutely must workout then do some y&lt;span class="yiv434577357yshortcuts" id="yiv434577357lw_1300475090_0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer;"&gt;oga&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;or take a short walk outside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Try to avoid being&amp;nbsp;around others because you still may be contagious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have been sick and want to workout but find that going out in pubic may not be wise. Pick a few&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv434577357yshortcuts" id="yiv434577357lw_1300475090_1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer;"&gt;exercises to do at home&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you are a boot camper, we did a great Burpee workout (or I call them Good Mornings) that had everyone talking for days.&amp;nbsp; That workout may be a little intense so you can also&amp;nbsp;pick about 10 exercise that suit you and do them for 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp;You can modify the time more or less depending on your fitness level. If you need some more visuals head on over to You&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Tube&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and see some exercise I have demonstrated for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that have a head cold I would say it's okay to workout.&amp;nbsp; If you can do some cardio outside it may even make you breathe better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would even say it's safe to go to the gym or boot camp.&amp;nbsp; Just bring some tissues and excuse yourself if you have a coughing fit.&amp;nbsp; Also be sure to wipe&amp;nbsp;down your equipment after&amp;nbsp;you use them.&amp;nbsp; If you feel like it is a chest cold you should NOT be working out.&amp;nbsp; This could make things worse for you and could spread to others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few ideas that were brought to my attention in the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I do want to stress that you do need to get back into your fitness routine as soon as you feel better.&amp;nbsp; The longer you take a break the easier it is to get out of it.&amp;nbsp; Just be smart and think of others in the process!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;For mor information on Cecily's services visit&lt;a href="http://www.humbleareabootcamp.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;www.HumbleAreaBootCamp.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or call 713-562-8476.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-2008407112202960128?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2008407112202960128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/workout-etiquette-when-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2008407112202960128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2008407112202960128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/03/workout-etiquette-when-sick.html' title='Workout Etiquette When Sick!'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-8667035819855371918</id><published>2011-02-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:33:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong And Very Courageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Be strong and very courageous... do not turn from it to the right or to the left... do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."&amp;nbsp; Joshua 1:7-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will admit I'm upset!&amp;nbsp; I'm mad, discouraged, and I have swayed from my goal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have several things I&amp;nbsp;could say made me not finish the marathon last Sunday, but oh well. It is in&amp;nbsp;the past and I&amp;nbsp;can't&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;back to that day.&amp;nbsp; I do confess that it is horrible to have to tell people over and over "I&amp;nbsp;DID&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;FINISH".&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;think I must have said those four words a thousand times since Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I'm serious this has been so hard for me to deal with.&amp;nbsp;Part of me was telling myself that&amp;nbsp;I'm such a baby,&amp;nbsp;or maybe I'm in the wrong profession.&amp;nbsp; How can I&amp;nbsp;help people&amp;nbsp;reach their goals when I&amp;nbsp;can't even help myself reach my goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And then.... I&amp;nbsp;went to Bible Study and the above verse was the focus of our study.&amp;nbsp; Really! &amp;nbsp;(I love the analogy&amp;nbsp;Beth Moore used.) &amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;said that it's like playing chicken with the&amp;nbsp;devil and we have to prove&amp;nbsp;him to be the chicken.&amp;nbsp; Hold on to that&amp;nbsp;steering wheel and don't look left. &amp;nbsp;Don't look right. &amp;nbsp;Keep going straight ahead.&amp;nbsp; Be courageous!&amp;nbsp; I made up my mind then that I need to get&amp;nbsp;back up, dust myself off and keep going.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of you may need to do the same.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;it's cold outside. &amp;nbsp;So you were sick last week.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is another day.&amp;nbsp; Get up&amp;nbsp;and keep going.&amp;nbsp; You have&amp;nbsp;a goal and don't look&amp;nbsp;left and don't look right; instead be courageous and keep getting to camp everyday and keep eating clean.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We love our campers!&amp;nbsp; Have a great day and remember to SWEAT!!!!! (I said&amp;nbsp;it right today.)&amp;nbsp; :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-8667035819855371918?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/8667035819855371918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-strong-and-very-courageous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/8667035819855371918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/8667035819855371918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-strong-and-very-courageous.html' title='Be Strong And Very Courageous'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-5985165788581112801</id><published>2010-12-06T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:54:21.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Bright Is Your Flashlight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;Is your flashlight burning bright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;It brings joy to my heart when people tell me stories about how they have changed for the better since they started working out.&amp;nbsp;Often I hear women say they are more energetic during the day or are able to fit in their clothes better. This makes me get super excited.&amp;nbsp;The neatest thing to hear is how their new found fitness lifestyle has trickled down to their family and friends.&amp;nbsp;How cool is that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;We as women, married or not, moms or not, have this aura about us that attracts people to look at us.&amp;nbsp;They are interested in what we are doing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I believe that’s how God made us.&amp;nbsp;We are to be the backbone of our family.&amp;nbsp;We also speak 10 thousand more words then men so more people have a chance to hear us Ha ha.&amp;nbsp;When we are in a bad mood we tend to let everyone know and can sometimes cause the people around us to be in a bad mood too.&amp;nbsp;The same thing can happen when we are in good moods.&amp;nbsp;Think about it. &amp;nbsp;If we go to work always moody and suddenly we start going to work happy and energetic don’t you think people will want to know what you’re doing.&amp;nbsp;If you tell them that you started working out and they see you eating healthier they may want to do the same.&amp;nbsp;Before you know it you have a circle of friends or family members joining in your fitness journey.&amp;nbsp;We are all flashlights some brighter than others.&amp;nbsp;Since big macs and garage door openers have been invented people have started to put on extra pounds.&amp;nbsp;We all know that can lead to moodiness.&amp;nbsp;Let’s be the light in other peoples darkness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;If your flashlight is dim try putting in some new batteries! &amp;nbsp; Fill the room you are in with light and lead people in the right direction.&amp;nbsp;Remember people watch us just because we are women.&amp;nbsp;Tell them what you have been up to and be positive.&amp;nbsp;You have achieved so much these last few weeks at boot camp.&amp;nbsp;Jenna, Kayla, and I are so proud of all of you.&amp;nbsp;Keep up the great work and we will see you tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-5985165788581112801?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5985165788581112801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-bright-is-your-flashlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5985165788581112801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5985165788581112801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-bright-is-your-flashlight.html' title='How Bright Is Your Flashlight?'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-4562712063003093249</id><published>2010-10-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:04:36.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ones That Never Come Back</title><content type='html'>As a fitness instructor there is a high you experience every single time you watch one of your clients meet their personal goal.  Goals range based on the person.  Some women are nearly in tears when they run the entire mile, others are bouncing up and down when they chisel down their measurements after a month of boot camp or drop three pants sizes.  Still some women are thrilled beyond compare just by being able to keep up with their grandchildren outside again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My line of work is filled with moments of excitement that I share with my clients and these moments keep me going in my quest to change the lives of women.  But, sadly there are the ones that never come back.  Every month I meet a woman in need, and usually the one that needs me most.  After one month, or maybe two, at camp she never comes back.  She lets the world around her get her down by telling her she can't she just can't do it.  These demons are wrong.  It is inevitable that she will send me an email full of empty excuses for not coming back to camp and I will be sad.  Every woman is capable of immeasurably more than she thinks she can handle.  At random times during my day, week, month I think of the ones that never come back and I wonder where they are, if they are happy and if they think of me.  Then I usually pray for them and for joy in their life and for them to inherent the confidence they need to reach their goals.  Maybe when they do they'll send me an email and I can celebrate with them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Written by guest author, Jenna Childers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-4562712063003093249?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/4562712063003093249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/ones-that-never-come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/4562712063003093249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/4562712063003093249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/10/ones-that-never-come-back.html' title='The Ones That Never Come Back'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2101462855774841661</id><published>2010-08-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:23:48.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What kind of legacy do you want to leave?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was asked this question &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a bible study class about a year ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the time I couldn’t decide what exactly I wanted my legacy to be when I leave this world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do I want my kids to remember me? "Who do I want them to become?" and "Who do I want them to serve?" were some of the questions asked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of them seem obvious but it has taken me awhile to figure out how I want them to remember me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of my fondest memories of my parents came to mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember my dad coming home from shift work and making me breakfast every morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was his time to connect with me and see what I had been up to in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also would walk me outside and wait for the bus to pick me up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the time I thought it was so embarrassing that my dad waited for me to get picked up and had to wave as the bus drove around the other side of the street.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I know he did it because he loved me and I have forever etched a sweet memory in my mind of my loving father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom loved to run so I thought of running every evening with my mom at San Jacinto College. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was about four and would run the first mile with her and then play on the bleachers or in the long jump sandpit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also remember riding my Strawberry Shortcake bike around the neighborhood with her on nights when it was too late for the track. These things were part of our daily routine for years. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are hundreds of things that stick out about my parents but those two always come back to me the most.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This makes me realize that I have to be intentional during the time I spend with my children and not only focus on today but tomorrow as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are things I think about while training for the marathon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday after nap time the kids and I go running.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it’s not the ideal situation because it so hot and their stroller is heavy.  However, I enjoy listening to Cameron sing songs he has learned in Sunday School, and Caroline hums along too of course!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we share things we are thankful for and other times we have quiet time so we can pray to God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many times during my long runs I can hear all the conversations the kids and I have had during our daily runs and it keeps me going that extra mile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want my kids to enjoy being active.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want them to know that there is more to life then T.V. or Playstation. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying those things are bad but it is much easier to hold a conversation while we are playing around outside then when they are zoned in on a T.V. show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been told that in order to leave a legacy, you must first live it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope my kids see me as someone who loves the Lord with all her heart and trusts Him with everything I do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope they know I am determined and I want them to enjoy being active.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I not only hope they see me this way but also want to take pieces of these events and share them with their children too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-2101462855774841661?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2101462855774841661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/legacy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2101462855774841661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2101462855774841661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/08/legacy.html' title='Legacy'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-6673278783037403557</id><published>2010-07-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:18:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Eater Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of us can eat food and choose things that are healthy and find them pleasing to our taste buds;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; o&lt;/span&gt;ther folks find it hard to stomach fruits and vegetables.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m somewhere in the middle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I normally choose the right foods but when I decide to have a cheat-day I go all out.  Seriously.  Not kidding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would not recommend this at all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not one to just taste something, because if I taste it you might as well consider it gone, especially when I am stressed out!  For this reason I really limit the amount of sweets that I eat and how often I eat them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our church offers a big "family" meal every Wednesday night before bible study.  It is great and a wonderful time for all the families in our church to come together as one big family and eat yummy food and fellowship.  I love going to socialize with friends and it’s easy because I don’t have to cook!  Major points in my book as a busy mom!  &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However it is not the most relaxing environment for me because I have two kids who like to be loud and not eat when it is actually time to sit down and eat;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s sort of like going out to eat with a 1 yr old and 3 yr old by yourself during lunch hour in the galleria!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Now, maybe most of you mamas&lt;/span&gt; can pull this off successfully but not me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cameron wants to run all around with the other kids, which is fine, but sometimes he has a habit of being a little OCD.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t explain the tantrum unless you have seen it for yourself but it is embarrassing to say the least.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caroline will not sit properly in her chair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She likes to take her legs out of the strap, stand up in her seat, and talk loudly to everyone at the table.   One day she'll be the star of all her dance recitals.  I know it sounds like I am&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;making my kids out to be heathens so let me just do my motherly-duty and say they are great kids and for the most part well-behaved, but in my mind at Wednesday night meals... they are monkeys hanging from tree limbs and everyone is looking at us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  When I feel like every face in the place is staring at me m&lt;/span&gt;y face gets hot, I start to sweat, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even after I calm them down I still can’t think straight and I need to calm myself down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   So, what do I do?  &lt;/span&gt;I will sample all the desserts that are offered in the cafeteria!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Let me rephrase that... I will eat an entire serving of each dessert they offer in the cafeteria!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an issue.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My downfall is sweets and for some reason I can’t always control how much of them I eat after I take just one bite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing that work for me when I do feel stressed out and want to turn to sweets is to stop what I’m doing and take a deep breath so I can gather my thoughts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I try and think of why I am eating the entire pie and how will it make me feel afterwards.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Now I am a normal person, just like you, and this does not work 100% of the time, but &lt;/span&gt;for the most part I can calm myself down and snap back into reality. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next time you feel an emotion coming on that usually causes you to eat overwhelming amounts of food, STOP, BREATHE and ASSESS the situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about why you are eating and how it will make you feel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it is not easy and it may take a hundred times before you actually can control the situation, but it will feel great when you finally do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be thankful that you can even recognize the situation because that means change is already beginning to occur.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-6673278783037403557?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/6673278783037403557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-kind-of-eater-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6673278783037403557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/6673278783037403557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-kind-of-eater-are-you.html' title='What Kind Of Eater Are You?'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-399016676483073797</id><published>2010-07-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:22:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whatever Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lot has happened over the last few weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boot Camp five has come and gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caroline has started taking her first few steps and Cameron is becoming more of a little boy than a toddler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s crazy how fast time flies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the things my kids and I love to do after nap each day is go running.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  We run past Cameron's favorite spots, the fire station and greenbelt tunnel; i&lt;/span&gt;t is so soothing to me to hear my kids sing and enjoy each other’s company as we go for our hour long daily ritual.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we finish running I usually stop by the park for a few minutes and let the kids play.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  My neighborhood &lt;/span&gt;has a great shaded area with tons of playground equipment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love it and every time I’m there I can’t help but remember the times I would go to the park with my brother when I was a child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved watching him play football.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite past time was swinging and everyday the park would be filled with children’s laughter and the bouncing of a basketball.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the memories fade and I’m pulled back into reality I realize that my kids and I are the only ones in the park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s four o’clock in the afternoon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it may be hot but it’s shaded people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turn off your television and play stations and get outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have to say your life depends on it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was walking home from the parade with a friend yesterday and we got on the subject of kids and how so many of them are overweight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t help but think back to the empty park that I constantly encounter in the afternoons. Why does childhood obesity have to be an epidemic? I know parents see it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying I am perfect but we as parents have a duty to protect our children from the things that can become addicting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if it doesn’t seem like it is all that bad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mom came over the other day and showed Cameron a racecar game on her iphone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He played that thing for an hour and I couldn’t get him off of it to go to church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On our way home he asked if Granny was still at our house so he could play the racecar game.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to announce to everyone that Cameron is not allowed to get games like that for any special occasion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is too addictive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At church today I heard a great sermon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The one thing I remember distinctly that made me go back our childhood obesity epidemic is the Whatever Theory.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Whatever Theory is exactly what it sounds like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of getting in an argument you just say "whatever".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of working out or making the proper food choices you just say "whatever"!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made me think of what we may do with our children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We may take the "whatever" approach because we don’t want an argument so we allow them to eat the entire bag of chips or play video games all afternoon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again I’m not pointing fingers as to why this epidemic is happening but I want to make sure I can do all I can to change it, starting with my children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I can eliminate the amount of junk they put into their bodies and add some activity in their life they may be more apt to do the same with their friends and eventually their children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any ideas what you can do to help keep your kids active?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-399016676483073797?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/399016676483073797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-theory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/399016676483073797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/399016676483073797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-theory.html' title='The Whatever Theory'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2090856146464730984</id><published>2010-06-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:16:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Umbrella Drama of 2010</title><content type='html'>My husband has always enjoyed yard work. He says it is his time for himself. Our neighbors in Clear Lake would joke that Corey would never make it as a yard guy because he was too meticulous. I love my him 'till death do us part' but he mows twice a week and it takes him about three hours to finish! It was even longer at our last house when we redid all the landscaping ourselves! I'm not sure if you do your own landscaping or not, but when you spend hours in the yard making it look pleasing to &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;eye, it is nice to relax and enjoy the fruits of your labor every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we moved here a few years ago it drove Corey nuts that there was nothing in our backyard...not even a tree. We rarely went back there because it was so hot and not too appealing. When we moved in I was still in school and neither one of us had the time to maintain anything. Last summer I had our second child, so planting was out of the question! Our goal was to do something this year. Nothing what would take hours to maintain, just something small, pretty and comfortable. With the help of my uncle we spent the first weekend in April planting. We extended our patio, put down slate and bought outdoor furniture. It looked beautiful. We ate lunch and dinner out there often and I would go out there to do work as well when the weather allowed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where The Great Umbrella Drama of 2010 began! We bought an amazing umbrella with a tilt feature and it was thick enough that no UV rays would penetrate the fabric. I LOVED IT! A week later, it broke. I was so upset. We waited two years for our back yard to be a place of peace and tranquility and now it was suddenly too hot to sit back there again. Corey went to exchange it but they didn't have that style of umbrella in stock. He came home with a much smaller one and the sun leaked through so even in the shade you had to squint your eyes. It was horrible. So, my sweet husband searched all the stores in the area and and found the exact same umbrella (as the original) and drove all the way to The Woodlands to pick it up for me. He surprised me with it one afternoon and I was super excited. Seriously, it was AWESOME! A week later, it broke. No joke. It broke in the exact same place as the first super duper umbrella with extraordinary UV protection! I was so mad. Corey took it all the way back to The Woodlands and got a full refund. We shopped like ravenous beasts for an umbrella to fit all of my qualifications and there wasn't one to be found in a 50 mile radius! I know some of you may say I am too picky, and perhaps I am, but I know what I want and I wanted a super duper umbrella with extraordinary UV protection! Two weeks later Corey came home with the biggest umbrella ever constructed by mankind. He had to ask our neighbor to help him carry it to the backyard! Surely this big ol' mamma-jamma was the answer to all of our umbrella drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond excited the next morning when we opened the box to assemble it. The directions said it should take an hour to put it all together and bask in the glory of its shade....ummm...it took us three. The base alone was a mess. We bought sand to fill the base and there wasn't enough, so we had to make another trip to the store to buy more. Then, we over bought sand, so we had to go back to the store to return the extra! I was laughing so hard while trying to help Corey install the silly thing that I couldn't even hold my end up straight! Three hours later Corey was so red from sunburn he looked like a lobster, but we had the mother of all umbrellas shading our back patio and it was glorious! It moved 360 degrees and was 11 feet in diameter. It was beyond great; it was fabulous! Today I went outside to do some work and I opened the umbrella. I walked inside to get my things and I heard a loud noise; it sounded sort of like a bow and arrow flying through the air! My son looked at me and I looked at him and we both said outloud, "the umbrella!" The silly thing had snapped! There were poles and pieces everywhere! All I could do was laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us two years to enjoy our backyard and now we have decided to hold off on the umbrella and save our money to build a pergola. Who knows maybe some of the landscaping we planted will grow tall enough to provide so much shade that we won't even need an pergola or umbrella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-2090856146464730984?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2090856146464730984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-husband-has-always-enjoyed-yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2090856146464730984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2090856146464730984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-husband-has-always-enjoyed-yard-work.html' title='The Great Umbrella Drama of 2010'/><author><name>jnhc99</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-5691258857979854454</id><published>2010-06-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:02:57.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Family of Four Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When anxiety was great within me your consolation brought joy to my soul." Psalm 94:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the the verse that helped me make it through our first family of four&amp;nbsp;vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Coco Beach Florida! The trip started off a little stressful as we pulled into Hobby Airport and dragged six bags,&amp;nbsp;two of which were&amp;nbsp;car seats,&amp;nbsp;two carry-ons,&amp;nbsp;two kids, and a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;ginormous &lt;/em&gt;double jogging stroller around until we&amp;nbsp;finally made it to the&amp;nbsp;desk to&amp;nbsp;check our bags. As the plane took off Cameron fell asleep and Caroline was into everything. I seriously think God looked down on us and just laughed&amp;nbsp;the entire trip.&amp;nbsp; We were pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey, Cameron, and I like order, (I'm a huge germaphobe) and then there is the sweetest and newest member of our family, Caroline. She is messy and all over the place. I know she is only one year old&amp;nbsp;but if you knew my son then you would understand why her style and personality is a shock to us. She thoroughly enjoyed herself at the beach and spent her time eating the sand and&amp;nbsp;digging in the sand; within&amp;nbsp;ten minutes I couldn't even see her skin! It was everywhere! I couldn't believe it. We all learned something from her at that moment. She taught us to just enjoy ourselves and not stress out if things weren't clean or in the&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;"right" order.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day at the Beach and every time&amp;nbsp;I felt stressed&amp;nbsp;I looked at my sweet baby Caroline and laughed. &amp;nbsp;I could literally feel my shoulders relax. Cameron was even digging in the sand and enjoyed the ocean. This is huge for him because he won't even play at the park if there is sand in the play area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney was amazing. It really does make you become a huge kid again. I sang all the songs and even was amazed when I saw Mickey and Minnnie. Cameron rode his first roller coaster with me and we screamed the entire way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was truly an awesome vacation. We saw the Atlantis space shuttle land for the last time and saw the Rocket launch the next day. Cameron was so cute when he said he was special because not that many people get to see both a shuttle land and a rocket take off. Out of the mouth of babes huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did okay on food. We brought shakes and had plenty of veggies, fruit, almonds, and cheese sticks to snack on throughout the week. &amp;nbsp;I have to say we didn't cheat too bad. This just goes to show that when you go on vacation you don't have to eat horrible and come home with a bunch of extra pounds to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing was letting work not be in the forefront of my mind. I had numerous emails and phone messages to return. This being my "off week"&amp;nbsp;from boot camp usually means it is my busiest time of the month. Registrations are&amp;nbsp;pouring&amp;nbsp;in and phone calls with questions about camp flood my inbox. It's not like I have an assistant to help out and if I miss calls then that means that some&amp;nbsp;women may not sign up at all.&amp;nbsp; I just kept&amp;nbsp;repeating my bible verse and trusted God would take care of everything. There will always be questions and I will most likely have answers but the smiles on my children's faces when we walked on the beach or into Disneyworld was priceless. Thank you God for allowing me to calm down, take a deep breath, and enjoy our vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-5691258857979854454?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/5691258857979854454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-first-family-of-four-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5691258857979854454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/5691258857979854454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-first-family-of-four-vacation.html' title='Our First Family of Four Vacation'/><author><name>Cecily Holm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849830192114718401</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982998032113264341.post-2052469707057832497</id><published>2010-05-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:10:27.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog - And My Crazy Life!</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy isn't it?&amp;nbsp; It's crazy with children and without children, with a husband and without a husband; the list can go on and on I'm sure, but the truth of the matter is that God has blessed me with an amazing husband, two beautiful children, and unquenchable thirst to learn more about fitness and a way to make a living doing what I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little and had friends stay the night we would play a game called The Math Wheel.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;would put a number in the middle of the wheel and six numbers on the outside.&amp;nbsp; Then we would proceed to go around the wheel multiplying the numbers on the outside by the number on the inside.&amp;nbsp; Whoever finished first won!&amp;nbsp; Sounds super fun right?&amp;nbsp; (Humor me and agree.)&amp;nbsp; I would "spice it up" by making my friends run to the opposite wall, do ten jumping jacks and run back.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the game we ran back and forth six times and after that we would run around my block with jump ropes and stop at each corner to do froggies.&amp;nbsp; I was eight and sadly I didn't have too many friends stay the night twice.&amp;nbsp; As you can tell, I was born with a huge love of fitness.&amp;nbsp; It amazes me everyday how so many people know so little about it.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;I can help just one person live a happier and healthier life by educating them on proper health and fitness then I will say I have done my job well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is the route God intended me to take.&amp;nbsp; It has been a crazy journey moving to Kingwood.&amp;nbsp; We picked up our family and moved out here not knowing if I would make enough to hold up my end of our income.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to start a business and I had no idea where to even begin.&amp;nbsp; I felt so overwhelmed trying to be the best wife, mother, student and business owner&amp;nbsp;I could possibly be that&amp;nbsp;I spent many days in tears.&amp;nbsp; I prayed so much&amp;nbsp;I felt like most of my days were spent on my knees.&amp;nbsp; I remember a friend telling me to pick one task and accomplish it and just keep going until it was all finished.&amp;nbsp; I had so much to conquer on my list from finding a house, a location for work, a website administrator, a mother's day out program for my son, to finishing college!&amp;nbsp; I look back on the past two years and cannot believe what has been accomplished!&amp;nbsp; I can only say it was by the grace of God, my husband and my best friend who helped me stay sane in moments when I thought my sanity was running straight out the front door and I was too exhausted to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago we welcomed our second child into our family.&amp;nbsp; Her name is Caroline and she brings me countless amounts of joy, but some days I find myself struggling once again to keep my sanity from turning tail and running away.&amp;nbsp; That sweet little mess is so active and into everything from climbing on furniture to eating my planner!&amp;nbsp; She most definitely keeps me on my toes.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly asking God to multiply my minutes so I can keep up with her and get all of my work done.&amp;nbsp; The reason I want to start this blog is to share my happiness and experiences as a wife, mother, fitness expert and small business owner.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is hard as heck sometimes and I just want to throw in the towel, but it is so worth every bump and turn in the road.&amp;nbsp; I will be honest and real with every entry I share.&amp;nbsp; I hope you find some things I say helpful, funny and encouraging.&amp;nbsp; Please feel free to leave comments so I know I am not typing to myself and together we'll learn how to keep our sanity on a leash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982998032113264341-2052469707057832497?l=cecilyholm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/feeds/2052469707057832497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-my-blog-and-my-crazy-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2052469707057832497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982998032113264341/posts/default/2052469707057832497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecilyholm.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-my-blog-and-my-crazy-life.html' title='Welcome To My Blog - And My Crazy Life!'/><author><name>Cecily Holm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849830192114718401</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
