When thinking about my biggest loser casting call questions
I paniced when I saw does your weight effect your happiness. I started thinking
back to the best days of my life and if my weight was on my mind at all. Last
night in search of “Throwback Thursday” pictures I realized when I saw some of
them how much hindsight is 20/20 but no, Some of my happiest moments in life up
to date my weight was not on my mind.
I could blog for days about happy moments but I’ll only give
a few J
So, after heartbreak in the drama universe, some due to my
weight and lack of talent in the sight-reading world I threw everything I had
into poultry. I had to make David proud, he was like my Dad and had done so so
much for me. My notebook of chicken
information was just the thing to take my mind of drama, and boys. Thinking
back now I laugh at how much I just wanted to prove myself to the ag guys. I
would never be state officer but I could
grade an egg better than most. State completion went awfully, I was upset at
the way I had performered. I’m pretty sure David knew my disappointment with
the look on my face when I got back on the bus. Little did I know that I was
about to be the First High Individual in Poultry judging. Which in “Sarah Terms”
meant I was the best chicken judger in the state that year.
Sadly our team came in second which meant I had no way of competing at Nationals but… I’m sure I could have taken that too ;) Here in this picture was one of the happiest days of my high school Career. I had proven myself and made David Proud.
Sadly our team came in second which meant I had no way of competing at Nationals but… I’m sure I could have taken that too ;) Here in this picture was one of the happiest days of my high school Career. I had proven myself and made David Proud.
These are my girls. We dreamed since Jr High about days
spent in New York, Central Park, Times square ect. Sadly Blake wasn’t in choir
so our dreams of all going to NYC busted….. BUT!!!!! Exceptions were made and
money was dished out. And there we were! The little girls who had grown up
supporting, fighting, hating, loving, sharing life and love with each other. We
did it, we were in Central park, together. That my friends was a dream come
true. Was I thinking about how I’m the biggest in the group at that point? NO
WAY! I was just happy to be there. But I will forever be slightly mad at Michael
for not telling us Blakes eyes were closed.
I’m pretty sure this is my 21st birthday, Was I worried
about my weight then? Heck no. Contrary
to believe unless Abby and I are in Swim Suits I forget that we aren’t the same
little girls who hung out in 5th grade. I don’t think about the fact
that I weigh about 125 lbs more than her at the moment. Always good times with the Abster ( and now
Matt)
Brandon came to my going away dinner, at church. He wasn’t
to found of my church but sucked it up with my family and came anyway. Am I worried
about how awful my chins look in this picture? Heck no! I’m just excited He’s
there.
AUSTRALIA- Am I worried about my weight here, while I’m
petting a Wallaroo. NO.
No
No
Why has it been drilled in my head that my weight defines my
happiness. I don’t know how this happened over the years but It has. My weight
does not define me.
Do I want it to change? YES
Do I want to be Healthy? YES
Do I want to knock a certain few people off their feet next
time I see them? YES
But does that mean I should let my weight define me? NO
I need to change my way of thinking and get my rear in gear.
