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A Weight Loss Walk Down Memory Lane… ❤️

Ahoy Mateys!

I’m a little hyper. I just drank half a peanut butter milkshake. It was absolutely delicious, but y’all know that thing was slap full of sugar… and well, I’m not used to that kind of sugar intake anymore.

Don’t get it twisted, I still love sugar. I’d be lost without it. But in 2018 I lost 40 pounds and one of the things I quit was soda. I used to drink like three or four a day, no lie, I lived and breathed Coca-Cola.

But I cut them out, counted calories, and exercised daily. Over time I realized more than just my weight and appearance changed. I noticed a lot of sugar made me extremely hyper but gave me headaches and made me feel sick. I also noticed things like plain potato chips, which I’d happily eaten for ages, were too salty. I had to switch to lightly salted or no salt at all. I liked Mountain Dew before I lost weight, but when I tried it about a year after cutting it out, I decided it tasted much like what I would imagine windshield wiper fluid tastes like. 😂 It was amazing what quitting coke, and cutting out that much sugar did to my body and my taste buds.

I rarely drink my calories, but every now and again I snag a coke, a ginger ale, or a milkshake. Tonight, it was a peanut butter milkshake. I usually get one and share it with my husband. That calorie count is way too high for a single milkshake alone, so we split it.

2018 really did change my life. I’ll never forget it. I’m not just talking about weight loss, either. For those of you that don’t know, for exercise, I dance. I put on fast-paced worship music, and I dance. I move, and I keep moving. My whole world changed. Back then I exercised for an hour a day, and that hour belonged to God. (Now it’s more like 40 minutes, five days a week, but it still belongs to Him! 😘) I worked out and worshiped at the same time. It wasn’t just my body that went through changes. It was my mind, my mental state, my soul, my spirit. All of it. I could cry just thinking about what that did for me, my life, my relationships with the people around me, and my relationship with God.

It really was life changing.

Anyway, so as not to bore you guys any further, I’ll just share a couple before and after photos below, in memory of the year 2018. See y’all, Heather! ❤️

I took this one before I had even finished losing weight. I still had about 10 pounds to go. But I was so excited to see such a difference. ❤️
The photo on the left was when I was at my heaviest. Close to 165 lbs. These were taken a year apart. Christmas 2017 & Christmas 2018.
This I threw in because when my dad saw it he said, whoa, she looks like a different person. 😊 The photo on the left was taken as soon as I hit my weight loss goal, at the very end of June 2018. The one on the right was Summer 2016.
The one on the left was taken sometime in the fall of 2017. It popped up in my FB memories last year and stunned me. It still does. The right was March 2019. ❤️

A Distant Memory & A Cup Of Cocoa…

I’m drinking a hot cocoa for the first time in years. It tastes like my childhood! Seriously, it does.

So I’mma tell y’all about one of my favorite childhood memories. Now fair warning, I have no idea why it’s one of my favorites nor do I know why I remember it so vividly.

Here we go….

One cold, early morning when I was roughly around six, seven, maybe eight years old, my Mom made my dad a cup of steaming hot coffee and asked me to take it outside to him.

I remember it was pretty outside. The frost on the ground was beginning to thaw, but it still had that white, crystalline look to it. It was cold outside. I was bundled in a jacket. It was a thick one. Not a flimsy, it’s a little cool out, but a true, keep-a-kid warm kind of jacket. The sun was bright, the sky was blue and clear. I could hear birds.

I started across the front yard, carefully holding the cup of coffee, and thought, this coffee smells good. Now, I don’t know how much I knew about coffee before that, or how much attention I’d paid to the smell, but I took notice that morning.

Once I was about halfway across the yard I ever so conspicuously stuck a finger in the cup and then, after pulling it back out, popped it into my mouth to taste the coffee.

I didn’t like the taste and decided then that coffee was just one of those things that smelled good, but tasted awful. Ya know, like gasoline! 😂 (I’ve never tasted gas, but I’m sure it would taste awful!)

Anyway, I took the cup to my dad then went back inside. I have no idea why I remember that so well, other than maybe, even in my little person brain, I knew my dad would have been like, you did whaaat to my coffee?! (Not in a mean way. I have a really great, loving dad. Just in a regular parent, my kid just ruined my coffee kind of way. 😂)

And for some reason, that’s one of my favorite memories. I have no idea why. Still to this day though, I love the smell of coffee but hate the way it tastes. Hence, the cocoa. That I can do.

Isn’t it amazing what something as simple as a cup of cocoa can bring to mind? A distant memory about a cup of coffee on a cold, winter morning, a vivid recounting of that very tale.

Cool, huh?

Also… To my Dad, if you’re reading this… Sorry?… 😂😉

Heather. ❤️

All For The Love Of Tinkerbell…

I decided to give Disney+ a try.

I have since watched Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, The Little Mermaid II, Zenon, and several epiosdes of Kim Possible. 😂

It’s literally like my childhood come to life… and I don’t necessarily hate it.

I gave it a try because I wanted to watch Tinkerbell. Now I don’t know if y’all know this about me, but I love animated movies. I found the Tinkerbell movies several years ago, and haven’t seen them in a while. (I don’t have kids yet, this is just a Heather thing. 😘) Anyway, I looked into buying it and balked at spending $15 for the one, then realized they’re on Disney+ and I haven’t tried it yet. So I figured, why not? — And here we are!

Oooo! And I didn’t realize National Geographic was on there until I signed up. I love documentaries! So that’s nice. May give some of those a watch, too.

Don’t know how long I’ll keep it. Could be a long time, or not, I don’t know. I already have Hulu and Amazon Prime, too. So plenty of options even without it. We shall see, though!

Until next time, Heather! ❤️

(I’ll just be over here watching TV… 😉)

Hiking & Wild Hogs, Oh My!

I hiked two miles this morning and four this afternoon. I’m beat! But it was fun! Even saw some wild mountain hogs, including a couple babies. Also got to hear the story of how my husband tore his ACL when he was a kid… for the millionth time. 😂. We hiked right by the spot, and every time we do, which is multiple times a year, he tells the story. We joked about how he’ll be telling our kids one day and they’ll be rolling their eyes like, here we go again. Haha, just like I do! 😘

Extra tidbit for y’all… In July, I fell and busted my tail on a wet stone rock while hiking, and I seem to have some form of unconscious fear about stepping on them now. 😂 I was stepping on them very slowly and completely going around them when I could. I kept laughing about it cause I was like… Heather, step on the rock… And then I’d still step around it anyway. — Funny how the mind works.

My husband & our pup, Pepper. ❤️

Oh yeah, and last night we took a short hike around a lake and some critter we couldn’t readily identity in the dark was crossing our path, and needless to say, I turned my butt around and went the other way. 😂 No shame in my game! Not trying to get attacked by some raccoon! 😂

The whole fam! ❤️

Anyway, it’s raining and I think I’m going to kick my feet up and relax. ‘Til tomorrow, Heather! ❤️

Singing With Ol’ Timmy!

Nostalgic moment forthcoming! — I’m going to take you back in time.

Picture it.

1997. Seven year old Heather. Stringy brown hair, bangs, bright blue eyes, old t-shirt and a pair of, what were likely ugly shorts given the decade, running around outside, out in the country. No shoes. Barefoot.

Hot country hit on the radio. Tim McGraw & Faith Hill. It’s Your Love.

Because it was so catchy, and such a hit, seven year old Heather knew every single word. So she’d run around outside, belting it as loudly as she was capable of, but with so much heart, y’all.

Ahhhhh. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Today, 28 year old Heather is sitting in the middle of her living room floor, with a make-shift desk spread out before her, working… and simultaneously singing her heart out to “It’s Your Love,” with just as much passion as when she was just a seven year old little girl running around outside.

Still knows every word. Still feels those lyrics deep down in her soul.

Memories are a beautiful thing! We don’t even realize we’re making them, or how much they’ll stick with us, or mean to us, years and years down the road. But, boy are they something special.

Also, if you didn’t belt your heart out to “It’s Your Love”… you missed out! 😀

If you’re curious…. young Heather also knew all the words to “Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under” by Shania Twain. – Hahaha! I can still sing it without missing a beat. Along with “Strawberry Wine” and “Livin’ on Love.” — Y’all. I will forever be grateful that my dad always had country radio playing and that a thousand & one memories are now attached those songs. I get to relive them anytime I hear one. (Grateful to Mom, too. That Strawberry Wine was all her doing. 😉 )

Love Y’all!
Heather! 😀

A Lost Coke… & Memories Abound…

Curious about what I’m up to right now?

Probably not.

That’s okay.

I’m still going to tell you all about it! 😀

Singing. Writing. Drinking. — Water. It’s water, y’all.

I had a Coke, which is rare for me as it is, because I don’t drink them very often. When I do they usually come from a restaurant & are filled slap full of ice. It’s probably more ice than Coke, really, but that’s the only way I like it.

Anyway. I picked up dinner on the way home, and my lovely husband, thinking it was his drink he was finished with… dumped it down the drain. *sighs* That’s what I get for drinking something so bad for me, eh? Can’t even enjoy it!

Oh well.

As far as the singing. Love songs. Cheatin’ songs. Throwbacks I’ve been belting out for years. — I do that while I write. Music really helps with inspiration anyway. — But it also brings back memories that make me smile. For instance…

I’m listening to Sunny Sweeney’s, From a Table Away. Way, way back… years ago… after I’d just met my husband, long before he was my husband, I posted these song lyrics on Facebook…

“And I heard you tell her you still love her, so it doesn’t matter what you say, I saw it all, from a table away.”

Now for context, my husband didn’t like country music back then. He wouldn’t listen to it. He was all rock all the way. Now, though… he’s got programmed country stations all up in the car. So this was well before that.

And this was back when everything was so new, fresh, exciting, and fun. Ya know, when you’re falling in love & everything is cute.

He commented on those lyrics, saying something or other about how that was exactly why country music was trouble. 😀

I just remember grinning, thinking he was too adorable. — That’s been, goodness, nearly 9 years ago now. Holy cow. That was back in 2010. Late summer, 2010. Wow. Can’t even believe I’ve know him that long. — Time flies, y’all. — Also, just to clarify, I still think he’s adorable… just, ya know, not every single thing he says is adorable anymore. — hahahahahahaa! 😀

See!! Music… memories. They go hand in hand sometimes. Helps fuel emotion & creativity. Things that are imperative for any writer. Any person, really. 😀

As for the writing. I’m supposed to be working on novel #2… but here I am. Not doing that. Procrastinating like a boss! Is there an award for that? Can I get one? 😉

Okay, before y’all start handing out awards I’ve definitely earned & would, likely, hang on my wall with pride, I’m going to get out of here & get to work.

Much Love,
Heather!