Many thanks to my sweet friend, LD for going to see this with me tonight. I enjoyed the company. The movie? Not so much. It was really one of the worst book-to-movie adaptations I've ever seen.
Everyone knows to go into a based-on-a-book movie with small expectations. Because the movie is NEVER as good as the book (although The Secret Life of bees actually may be). And I did the same thing. I knew the movie wouldn't be as good. What I didn't know is that it was done right bad. The acting went from one scene of beautiful, believable acting to terrible, looks-like-a-play acting. The story line was so different. And the end was cheesy, silly, and tried too hard.
So if you've read the book and enjoyed it...save your money and don't see the movie.
I am not a journaler. Is that even a word? It is now. I've done it years ago and while it may be interesting to look back and read them, i never have. I don't even have the time to read Facebook Statuses. So, reading journals of long ago are out.
About 4 years ago I sat down with someone who encouraged me to journal. So I bought one and started. Fast forward 2.5 years later (and only about 3 pages in the journal later) I wrote my list of 101 things and put this on it.
I did it to encourage me to finish the blasted thing. It hasn't worked. I've written some, taped in some worship songs that I love, and that's about it. As I think back when I made my list and put this on it, I think about how much has happened and how much I've grown. The things that stick out to me are my trials. The loss of my baby in my 2nd trimester. Matt and my financial struggles (he's a Realtor, need I say more?). Everything my journal contains are entries about these things.
I have loved writing about those things. However, I've learned something. "Finishing my journal" is arbitrary. I don't journal about every day things, but rather the bigger heavier things of life. Hopefully I won't have enough of those to fill up every single page of my journal.
And since the amount of pages I write is arbitrary, I'm checking this off. It's served its purpose of confirming that I'm not a journaler and never will be. I'm okay with that. I'll continue to write about things that touch me, things I'm learning in scripture studies, and struggles. But, I no longer care about filling up every page.
There will be no before and after pictures here. Instead, a picture of the precious reason for me needing to lose 10 pounds.
I just had a baby 4 months ago and let's just say, it takes me a while to get back into shape after I have my babies. Weight from four babies (but 5 pregnancies) is quite a lot of work to get off. The Y has seen a lot of me the past 2 months. And while I still have some pounds to lose before I'm at my perfect weight, I'm checking this one off because I've lost 10 pounds (and no, I'm not counting the actual baby and placenta).