tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66845500757853000022024-03-13T03:14:24.187-06:00The Next 24Living the life I've always dreamed - one day at a time.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-58951179767118084682013-01-21T12:21:00.001-07:002013-01-21T12:21:07.862-07:00Starring in...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A couple of people have suggested that I make a short video of Andy and myself for YouTube. After much consideration, I've decided to take the plunge. My plan is to make and post it on February 13th. That's my sober date (six years!) and Andy's birthday. Seems appropriate.<br />
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Most of the letters I get from my readers ask about Andy and want to know that I'm still clean, so I thought this would be a good way to address both. I'll keep you all posted and remind you when it's closer to time.<br />
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Does anyone have any thoughts/feedback/warnings about doing this?</div>
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I've neglected my blog. I'll do better.<br />
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<i>Nice affirmation, Kimbo.</i><br />
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Thank you.<br />
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I published my memoir, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AN7O2UY" target="_blank">CRYSTAL CLEAN</a>, the last week of August, 2012. It's roughly four and a half months later and I'm shocked at how it's doing. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe a few sales to make ends meet. You know - something to supplement the <a href="http://kimboscookies.com/" target="_blank">cookie business</a>. Except that book sales have far exceeded those of my cookies.<br />
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Frankly, I have no idea how typical my results are, but I'm happy with them. Each month, the sales get bigger and bigger. Last month I sold about 540 Kindle editions, and this month I'm right at 400 and we're not even half way through the month.<br />
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I fell like a writer. No, no...I feel like an AUTHOR. Nice.<br />
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I'm trying to get into the Twitter-verse. I was talking with a friend today about how uncomfortable I am with it. When I'm there, I feel like I've walked into the world's biggest cocktail party....alone. I hate cocktail parties. I dislike parties in general. I always feel like I have nothing to say and I end up in a corner somewhere, wishing I were like other people. You know the ones. They breeze through parties and know just what to say to engage others in small talk.<br />
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That's not me. Uncomfortable and fidgety? <i>That's</i> me. But I'm crashing the party anyway, because I'm told over and over again that it's necessary for an author to build her platform. Engage in social networking! FaceBook! Twitter! Linked In! Pinterest! Blog tours! Blog hops! (I have no idea what the difference is between the two. There may not even <i>be</i> a difference.) YouTube! Do it! Do it NOW! Engage, engage, engage!!<br />
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Yeesh. Not so easy for someone who's still working on getting comfortable in her own skin. So I'll look on the bright side: at least when I crash <i>this</i> party, I don't have to wear a little black dress OR heels. Unless you want me to. In which case I will. POOF! There. Now I look fabulous. So if you're at the party when I pop in, please say hello. I'd hate to break out my killer footwear for nothing. </div>
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Okay, so you've used my recipe to make your fabulous dough and you're ready to have some fun. Pumpkin cookies are simple, but they look kind of fancy when you add some dimension to them, so I'll show you how to do that. Please remember that this tutorial is for beginners. :)<br />
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The first thing you'll need to do is roll out your dough and cut your shapes. Ideally, you want all your cookies to be the same thickness, right? Here's how I do it. I use this rolling pin, which you can purchase at <a href="http://www.karenscookies.net/Adjustable-Rolling-Pin_p_693.html" target="_blank">Karen's Cookies</a>. It will come with two sets of rings for two different thicknesses. I typically use the 1/4 inch ring.<br />
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It took me a little while to get used to using a rolling pin with no handles, but I'll never go back to the other kind now.<br />
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While your shapes are baking, you'll need to make royal icing. Here's a <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=royal+icing+recipe&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a" target="_blank">link to a Google search</a> for recipes. (like I said, I'll never share my R.I. recipe with anyone. It's what makes Kimbo's cookies extra fabulous:) Basically, you'll need to know two consistencies for your icing and here's the best way to remember them. Toothpaste and body wash. Use icing that's thick like toothpaste for outlining, and then thin it down a little so it's more along the lines of body wash for flooding your cookies. (flooding is when you fill in spaces between outlines.)<br />
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After your pumpkin cookies have cooled, flip them over (remember my tip for decorating the backs?) and outline them like this:<br />
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Using a #3 tip, add your lines for dimension like this:<br />
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You'll need to wait just a few minutes to let the icing set. Then you'll flood every other section like this(I use the same number tip for the flooding in this case):<br />
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Now you'll need to let that icing set. I usually give them about half an hour. Here's a picture where you can see the "puffiness" of the icing that will give your cookie some pizzazz.<br />
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Then you can decorate it any way you want or just add a little brown at the top for the stem. You could use a little disco dust to give them some sparkle.<br />
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Let me know if you have any questions or would like to see other tutorials. Happy Halloween!!</div>
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Here's the second of this month's tips for those of you who want to try your hand at making decorated cookies. I'm sharing my cookie recipe, but I'll never share my royal icing recipe. It's what makes Kimbo's Cookies truly spectacular, and I have to keep SOME things to myself, right? :)<br />
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Here we go. It's super simple.<br />
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Kimbo's Cookies<br />
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Cream together:<br />
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1 1/2 cups sugar<br />
2 eggs<br />
1 cup butter or margarine (I use Golden Soft)<br />
1/2 Tbl. vanilla (real is best)<br />
1/2 Tbl. butter flavoring<br />
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Chill until firm - at least 3 hours. I always bake at 325 instead of the typical 350, and I don't set a timer. I take them out when the tops are "dry" to the touch. It's just a thing with me. It works best for my purposes, but if you're more comfortable using a timer, I'd set it for about 6 minutes and then check the tops. I've found that the "until the edges are golden brown" guideline leaves the cookies too hard. I like them on the soft side.<br />
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There you go! Let me know if you have any questions. :)<br />
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Today and tomorrow, you'll be able to download my memoir, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0092K08M4" target="_blank">Crystal Clean</a></b>, for free. What's better than free?<br />
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You might be asking yourself why I would give my book away. The answer is simple, really. Publicity. The first two hours of this promotion resulted in 72 downloads of my memoir. That's 72 people who probably wouldn't have read it if not for this promotion. Assuming they like it, that's 72 people who are likely to tell a friend about it. <br />
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It will be interesting to see what the numbers look like next week. I'll keep you posted. </div>
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Happy one-month birthday, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0092K08M4" target="_blank">Crystal Clean</a>. I'm very proud of my memoir and the response from readers. I don't know which I feared most: how people would react to my writing or the story itself. So far, the only tears I've shed have been tears of joy.<br />
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<u><b>October 1st</b></u> - There will be an article about me, my book and my business, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KimbosCookies" target="_blank">Kimbo's Cookies</a>. Ashley Brown interviewed me for the <a href="http://theindnews.com/" target="_blank">Independent News</a> and I can't wait to read it.<br />
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<u><b>October 30th</b></u> - I will take a much needed 7 day vacation to prepare for the...<br />
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<u><b>November 15th</b></u> -<a href="https://www.facebook.com/KimbosCookies" target="_blank"> Kimbo's Cookies</a> will be featured in the December issue of <a href="http://www.womansday.com/" target="_blank">Women's Day</a> magazine. The issue will be available Nov. 15th.<br />
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I have no idea what to expect when this article comes out. Women's Day has a monthly circulation of almost 4 million readers. I'm hoping for a giant leap for my cookie business. I'm also a little nervous about how big that leap will be. How do you prepare for something this big? Do I make a zillion undecorated cookies in advance? How do I know what shapes to make? Do I have enough supplies? How much will I need? Should I get bionic implants sometime in late October, or would a lobotomy suffice?<br />
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Many questions and few answers. There's just no way of knowing what will happen - which is part of the excitement. What I <i>am</i> planning on doing is offering pre-issue discounts for my existing customers and supporters. I'll keep everyone posted about this, so you might want to "like" my Kimbo's Cookies Face Book page as well as start following this blog. That way you'll know when to place your orders to ensure a spot on the schedule. You'll also receive notifications about my book and when it might go on sale.<br />
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It's been a week since my book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0092K08M4" target="_blank">CRYSTAL CLEAN</a> was published and I'm thrilled with the response so far. There are three reviews which you can read by clicking on the link above.<br />
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Here's an excerpt from one review:<br />
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<b><i>"Crystal Clean" has this impact on a reader. It is gut-wrenching,
soul-baring intensity from beginning to end. But this is not a "poor-me"
story, even though Kim details how she hit bottom not once, but several
times. It's her way of letting us know that "this" is no longer "me" -
it's what she was in spite of being in denial most of the time. And what
she was isn't pretty.<br /><br />Kim's writing style is clear, lucid,
revealing, and on a par with the best of skilled non-fiction authors -
Thor Heyerdahl, Thomas Thompson, even James Michener or my favorite, Jan
de Hartog..."</i></b><br />
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I've also listed in as a KDP select, which means it's available to borrow.<br />
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My business, Kimbo's Cookies, will be featured in the December issue of Women's Day magazine and will be available on November 15th.<br />
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I'm so grateful for everything I'm experiencing these days. All of which has only been possible by my recovery.<br />
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I'm thrilled to announce that my memoir, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0092K08M4" target="_blank">CRYSTAL CLEAN: a mother's struggle with meth addiction and recovery</a> is now available for download on Amazon. It's also available on KDP select for borrowing. This has been a long, difficult journey for me and I'm proud of what I've accomplished. I hope you'll read my book and consider reviewing it. </div>
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This is one of my top two most popular posts. <a href="http://thenext24.blogspot.com/2009/11/dopamine-methamphetamine-and-you.html?showComment=1340944744570#c2392885325750432963" target="_blank"><b>(Click here to read.)</b></a> It does an excellent job of explaining what meth does to the human brain in both the short and long term. It's very reader-friendly and I've had a lot of people tell me how valuable it was to them and their friends and families.<br />
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If you're looking for a way to talk with someone you care about (parents? friends?) or simply someone who wants to understand <i>why</i> meth does what it does and why it's so difficult for people to recover from this particular addiction, give this article a read. It will be well worth your time.<br />
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If you're so inclined, please take a minute to check out my KickStarter project. I hope you'll consider becoming a part of this by contributing toward getting my memoir published. You can read an introduction to my book <a href="http://thenext24.blogspot.com/2012/06/introduction-to-crystal-clean.html" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>.<br />
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Platform. That's the buzz-word in publishing these days. Especially with non-fiction. <i>Do you have a platform? Is your platform big enough? You need to work on building your platform.</i>Any time I had contact with an agent or editor about my memoir, <b><a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/616872515/crystal-clean-a-memoir-about-meth-addiction-and-re" target="_blank">CRYSTAL CLEAN</a></b>, I was asked these questions.<br />
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In short, platform refers to a ready-made audience for your work. Agents and publishers expect authors to have hundreds of FaceBook "friends," thousands of Twitter followers and an active blog with a substantial list of subscribers to promote their work . Without these things, the quality of one's writing almost doesn't matter. In other words, an author is expected to create hype for something that doesn't yet exist.<br />
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I've had three agents who were interested in my book and I signed with one of them, but in the end, it all came down to my lack of platform. But I still believe in my book. I'm proud of it and I think I have something to say that can help people whether they're in the throes of addiction or someone who loves an addict. That's why I'm going to e-publish the book myself. Because I believe in it.<br />
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Here's the good news: YOU can help me make my dream come true! I've started a project on <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/616872515/crystal-clean-a-memoir-about-meth-addiction-and-re" target="_blank"><u><b>KickStarter</b></u></a>. There are rewards for donations starting at the $10 amount. Rewards include everything from getting your name in the Thank You section of the book, to free down loads, copies of the manuscript and an invitation to the book kick-off party. The money raised with go toward hiring someone to do cover art for the book and having it professionally formatted for all e-readers. Any remaining money raised will go toward speaking engagements and possibly publishing physical copies of the memoir.<br />
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I believe this is an important project. I hope you'll consider helping me build my platform and, hopefully, by contributing to help me get my memoir published. If you have any questions please ask away! <br />
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My memoir, <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/616872515/crystal-clean-a-memoir-about-meth-addiction-and-re" target="_blank"><b>CRYSTAL CLEAN</b></a>: It took me three years to write and another year working with an editor to get it polished. I landed a New York literary agent and thought my dreams were coming to fruition. Then I lost the agent. Then I lost confidence in the project.<br />
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Then I met Jacob.<br />
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Jacob, if you don't already know, is my personal trainer. I met him in Dec. '11 and my life hasn't been the same since. <u><a href="http://thenext24.blogspot.com/2012/01/fixing-hole-where-rain-gets-in-part.html" target="_blank">Let me introduce you to Jacob</a>.</u> He's a young man with a seemingly ever expanding family and no hair. He's maddeningly upbeat and he likes to dance, doing a goofy little white-boy-shuffle that's as obnoxious as it is endearing. His energy is contagious and, oh yes...he's right about <i>everything</i>. If you don't believe me, just ask him.<br />
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He's also the most inspiring person I've ever met. He's a rabbi, priest, therapist and most trusted confidante all rolled into one very centered and supportive soul. "We're going to change your whole life," he told me when I started working with him. "The weight loss will only be a small part of that."<br />
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I'm beginning to understand. I can either continue to sit back and hope life will come to me, or I can start to take control, shape my world and actually live the life I've only previously dreamed of. To that end, I've decided to e-publish my memoir.<br />
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I thought I needed to be accepted into the golden circle of traditional publishing for my book to have meaning. I thought that <i>they</i> were the only ones qualified to judge my work and that if I were anointed, it would mean I had something to say and was good enough to be the one to say it. What it came down to was this: I lack platform. My agent didn't think there was enough awareness of who I am to garner interest for my story. In OTHER words: Who am I and why should anyone give a rat's ass about what I have to say? This is a valid point. If no one knows about me, how is a publisher supposed to sell my book?<br />
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Okay, so how does one obtain a platform? Being famous = platform. Notoriety = platform. Creating buzz = platform. Obviously, my only hope is in the latter.<br />
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Maybe New York is right. Maybe no one cares enough to read about some unknown woman in Idaho and the story of her addiction to and recovery from meth. But maybe they're not and all I need is to find a way to get the word out to readers. That's what I'm hoping you'll help me with, if you believe in what I'm doing.<br />
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I've started a project on KickStarter which you can read about <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/616872515/crystal-clean-a-memoir-about-meth-addiction-and-re" target="_blank">here</a>. I hope you'll consider helping me, but more importantly you can help me by spreading the word about my story and my book. If you can, take a few minutes to browse through some past blog posts to see if this is something you'd feel good about standing behind. If so, you can help me by spreading the word via FaceBook, Twitter, blogs and even in your local community. I'll be available for speaking engagements once the book is released.<br />
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Let people know about me and my project, <u><a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/616872515/crystal-clean-a-memoir-about-meth-addiction-and-re" target="_blank"><b>CRYSTAL CLEAN</b></a>.</u> There are rewards for donations. Feel free to write to me or leave a comment if you have questions. Thank you, in advance!<br />
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To say that this is a little scary for me would be grossly understating reality. I'm so apprehensive about this, my legs are jiggling like jack-hammers under my desk as I write this post. But all my doubts and hesitations about going forward with publishing aren't as strong as my belief in the book and how important I think it will be for people to read.<br />
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Like I said, I'm beginning to understand what Jacob's trying to drill into my thick skull. I'm changing my life and a big part of that involves me putting myself out there because if I don't try, I'll never know what I'm capable of. I'm betting on big things.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Subscribe to this blog!</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-75359518205983024992012-03-28T19:54:00.001-06:002012-03-28T20:11:53.619-06:00Dorky or not, here I come.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm having a tough time, lately. No, I'm not talking about all the miss-spelled words in some of my recent Face Book posts. I'm having a hard time with this whole losing-weight-getting-fit-getting-my-ass-in-shape gig. The reasons are lengthy, boring and redundant and frankly, I don't want to whine today. I want to show you my birthday present to myself.<br />
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I'm having trouble envisioning the future me at my goal weight. Actually, I don't see it at all. All I see when I look in the mirror is failure - a lifetime of self-doubt. Jacobtrainer says I need to see what I'll look like when I reach my goal. He has me close my eyes, imagine my future self on a beach and tell him what I see. All I see is an empty beach. I can't see myself at all. (The fact that the beach is actually an island and there are no other people on it is probably indicative of other issues I have, but let's not go there, shall we?)<br />
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Anyway, rather than continue to be negative, I've found a way to see into my future. <i><u><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">WA-LA!</span></span></b></u></i> I made this for myself and hung it on the wall right outside my bedroom so I can see it dozens of times each day. If you look really close, you can see my future, too.<br />
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"What does your trainer let you eat?"<br />
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I don't worry about high carb, low carb, low fat, fat free, no sugar, high protein trends that a lot of people seem focus on almost exclusively. I <i>could</i> eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream and one Snickers bar, and still have 89 calories to spare! I could have 4 1/2 Caramel Kreme Crunch donuts from Krispy Kreme and still be 25 calories shy of my daily allowance. I could have a double cheese burger, a medium fry and a small frosty from Wendy's and still have room for two or three mints.<br />
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<i>(Right now, my eating disordered mind is suggesting that I stop writing, go purchase all of the above and have it for dinner. The voice tells me that it would be fine if I simply abstain from eating again until Saturday. This is the voice that got me where I am, though, and it's <strike>probably</strike> NOT going to happen. </i><i><u>Stupid voice.</u>)</i><br />
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<i>A</i><i>s much as I can</i> might be a bit of an over-statement.<br />
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I make my food choices based on what I want to eat. Then I look at the numbers and figure out how to make it happen. For instance, I love Mexican food. For some reason, I always feel like I'm "cheating" when I eat it. So I played around and came up with a recipe for chicken enchiladas that has 177 calories, 19 grams of carbs., 16.5 grams of protein and just 5.5 grams of fat. Less fat and calories? Omit the low fat cheese. Wa-la! I shred a bunch of lettuce and toss it with a little low-fat ranch dressing (2 Tbls., to be exact, for another 80 calories.) If I'm really hungry or if I just need to engage in hard-core eating behavior, I'll have 2 servings of the enchiladas and the whole meal is still under 450 calories. Tons of protein, very filling and it shuts off the stupid voice inside my head. Nice.<br />
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I still struggle with food and it's hard for me to write everything down. It's hard because the food log holds me accountable, and that totally bites. Especially when I have days like this:<br />
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Never said I was perfect, did I? <br />
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Look, I'm his mother, so of course I think these things about him. The fact that they're true is beside the point. The point is that I never started giving him these nick names in order to excuse his disability or explain him away. My son has an extra chromosome. Period. He is not an angel sent from above to teach anyone anything. He is not a martyr, he is not any deity's precious gift. I was not chosen to be his mother because of any special attributes I may or may not have. He is not a punishment, curse or blessing any more than any other child.<br />
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Somewhere along the line, probably during my mitosis, there was a mis-copy. Not a mistake. A mis-copy. What this means is that when I was conceived and all my cells were splitting and making up all the zillions of parts of what would become me, at least one of the cells that became one of my eggs got an extra chromosome attached to it. That egg became half of Andy. That's it. And twenty-one years later, this is what he looks like.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkTLrVlnuoH2EC_1X1kCcj64yU_4VU7HjUFK4DQ-RNTtR138Hcc5FBS34uv6whuA3ljfkYI-TC3txiNWHv_YrYeIcLyXgux9yabxTx-utN1Fnj1M1ufCgaQjenN3YP3d9BLahFCXtAlk/s1600/Andy+21+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkTLrVlnuoH2EC_1X1kCcj64yU_4VU7HjUFK4DQ-RNTtR138Hcc5FBS34uv6whuA3ljfkYI-TC3txiNWHv_YrYeIcLyXgux9yabxTx-utN1Fnj1M1ufCgaQjenN3YP3d9BLahFCXtAlk/s320/Andy+21+008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There's no halo. He doesn't have wings and he's not surrounded by golden light. He's just a guy with an extra "y" and to try and make his existence into something more than that is demeaning to him. There's nothing "wrong" with him and there's no need to try and find a way to justify his existence.There's no more glory in Down syndrome than there is in having attached ear lobes or being able to roll your tongue.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGZHT-gcUA3fUe_ylCfLU2vs-TJDmy__yf0j3dPebf1ZjtjZNexO_cZ_EwarfV7k_giVRXaZ9a-2BetxYZytVtPt7s76JAbF-xXEr54GdNHzqGXMSRGgZKQuMZSg_PX5FPymdPP-Qps0/s1600/Andy10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGZHT-gcUA3fUe_ylCfLU2vs-TJDmy__yf0j3dPebf1ZjtjZNexO_cZ_EwarfV7k_giVRXaZ9a-2BetxYZytVtPt7s76JAbF-xXEr54GdNHzqGXMSRGgZKQuMZSg_PX5FPymdPP-Qps0/s320/Andy10.jpg" width="218" /></a></div>There's been an awful lot of discussion lately about people like my son and this is just something I needed to say. <br />
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In my last post, I mentioned that half of my progress was made during the previous three weeks - <strike>about </strike>exactly the amount of time I'd been faithfully doing my cardio. Another reason I resisted following Jacob's <strike>orders</strike> advice is because I hate machines. Specifically, the treadmill, elliptical and stair-demon. But when my results became stagnant, I had no choice. So I joined the YMCA.<br />
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I hadn't really considered a gym membership before, because I knew I couldn't afford one,but for some reason, I stopped at the Y on my way home one day and asked about financial aid. The Y is wonderful about making sure that anyone who wants to become a member is able to do so. If you want to join, but don't think you can afford it, go talk to them. They'll make it work for you. (and to those of you who make donations so that people like me have this opportunity...THANK YOU!!!)<br />
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So I do classes there almost every day, and I've started swimming again, too. Fun, fun, fun! My favorite thing to do is Zumba. If you're unfamiliar with it, check out the video below. Every Saturday and Sunday, my son and I go to a Zumba class and I take two or three more during the week in addition to other classes I've discovered there.<br />
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There are two Zumba events coming up in April here in Boise, both to benefit Autism awareness. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/zumbawithcrystal?ref=ts#%21/events/300574583329341/" target="_blank">The first is April 13th from 7 - 9pm. </a>The second one is called <a href="https://www.facebook.com/zumbawithcrystal?ref=ts#%21/events/338383169547234/" target="_blank">Light It Up Blue Autism Zumbathon</a>, April 28th, 6:30 - 8:30 pm. Anyone want to be my date?<br />
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By the way, this is EXACTLY how I look when I'm doing Zumba. Exactly.<br />
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As of December 1st, I've lost -<br />
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24.6 lbs of fat<br />
22.5 inches<br />
6 % of my body fat<br />
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About half of that has been in the past three weeks!<br />
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I've also gained nearly 4 lbs of lean mass, a little more confidence, and I'm starting to find my voice. Nice.<br />
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I also jumped rope 300 times today. I totally rule.<br />
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I love inspirational stories and people. Reading about the success of others gives me hope when I'm feeling like I just can't do it anymore...whatever "it" is. <i><b>Being</b></i> an inspiration is something I'm still not comfortable with. When people tell me that my story has inspired them, it touches my heart. I wrote my book and sporadically post on this blog primarily because I don't know how else to release what's inside me, but it's also with the hope that my words might help someone else feel not so alone.<br />
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But what happens when your inspiration isn't being very inspirational? When people reach their goals, do they no longer err? Which is to say, are they no longer human? I think that when I read about people who've succeeded where I'm still trying, I assume they've become immortal, somehow. Such as: an addict with ten years clean must be fixed. No more cravings, no more using dreams, no more demons. Or: a fat chick who's achieved her goal weight must be perfect. No more cravings, no more eating dreams, no more demons. All of which leads me to assume that I'm broken beyond repair. <br />
I have five years of sobriety, but I still have cravings and using dreams, and although I'm nowhere near my goal weight, I still struggle with my eating disorder in so many ways.<br />
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<i>How can I possibly be an inspiration to other people when I'm completely fallible?</i><br />
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Then I started thinking - something I've been working on lately - and trying to knock what I hope is some sense into myself. It doesn't make sense that there's some magical brass ring and I'm the only one in the universe who will never have access to it. What <i>does</i> make sense is that people just don't talk about the flip side of reaching a goal. And maybe they're right. After all, we all know about the difficulties in life. What we want to hear about are the successes, the joys, the heroes, and we like our heroes to shine. I totally agree. My inspiration for weight loss looks like this:<br />
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Not this:<br />
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But if there's one thing I am, it's human and frankly, if I only wrote on the days things were going great....well, you know.<br />
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Tomorrow is pinch and poke day. Every three weeks, my trainer weighs me and takes all my measurements. (I think he even makes up some measurements to take.) We go into a back room - my choice - and he whips out a bunch of medieval instruments that look like some steam-punk author's wet dream, and goes to work on me. Pinching and poking and saying things like, "Did you shave your legs today?" When the open wounds clearly indicate that I have.<br />
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I know tomorrow's results will be positive. I've been working so hard, there's no way they can't be. So why do I come completely undone the couple of days before this happens? Why do I go on tilt and let my eating disorder and old thinking patterns spiral out of control? It doesn't make sense. It's like running a race where just as you round the bend and can see the finish line, you pull out a gun and shoot yourself in the foot.<br />
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And that's where I think I'm onto something, although I'm not sure I'm fully in touch with it yet. It's about sabotage. It's about me sabotaging myself. Why? Well, if I knew that I wouldn't be sitting here typing snappy prose. I'd have my ass at the gym where I could be making myself feel better instead of....<br />
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oh.<br />
right.<br />
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I may not have it yet, but maybe I'm starting to get it.<br />
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That's kind of what it felt like, and today it definitely feels like that's what happened. It hurts walking up and down the stairs. It hurts to move my head. It hurts to type. So what am I doing today? Zumba. Who <i>IS</i> this person?<br />
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What happened to spending the day resting between meals? When did I trade in my bathrobe for workout clothes? When did I start taking pride in how much of my tee shirt I can soak with sweat in an hour? (by the way, it's a LOT.) The times they are a changin', and it's not easy. Not by a long shot.<br />
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Swinging 25 lb. kettle bells around in the air is hard. Pulling my trainer up and down the length of the gym is hard. Balancing on a ball like a seal...balancing on my butt with my knees to my chest while doing bicep curls...swinging a sledgehammer at a tractor tire...all of these things are hard. None even come close to how difficult <i>change</i> is.<br />
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I have a mental collage of my past in my head. It's full of snapshots and soundbites of every geeky, dorky, asinine thing I've ever done. It's so full, I can't really see myself. All I see is a mash-up of my past failures and regrets. All I see is a mess, and since that's the only picture I have, it's how I've always defined myself and how I've assumed the world has defined me, as well. But this doesn't jibe with what I'm doing <i>now.</i> I need a new collage, but more than that, I need to get rid of the old one.<br />
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I need to let go. I need to leave my concept of who I <i>was</i> behind me and figure out who I want to <i>be</i>.<br />
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But change hurts. As unhappy as I've been for such a long time, I've grown accustom to that way of life. No challenges = no let downs. No expectations = no disappointments, and no contact with the outside world guarantees that I'll never get hurt or be embarrassed again.<br />
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Jacob tells me there's no crying in weight lifting. I'm not sure why he keeps saying this since he usually says it when I'm crying during training. For the past couple of months, I've been trying to figure out where these tears are coming from. It happens every time I find myself completely fatigued, just before pushing through the exhaustion to keep going. I get to the point where I'm physically spent and right then, the tears come. It's not that I want to stop. In part, it's fear of failure, but that's still not quite accurate. I think it's about change.<br />
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I'm scared a lot of the time. What if I do all this - killing myself at the gym - and it doesn't work? Scarier still, what if it does? Everything about me and my life will be different. I'm like a big lump of clay in the process of being sculpted. No wonder it's painful. I'm doing things that aren't easy, both physically and personally. Right now, I don't really have a vision of me. All I'm doing is my best to follow the plan my trainer has for me, and let go of the past. I trust him. I have since the beginning.<br />
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Maybe it's okay that I don't know or can't see exactly what I want. As long as I keep moving forward, something's bound to happen and regardless of what it is, it'll be better than what's happened before. So I'll keep going. 'Till the roof comes off...'till the lights go out...'till my legs give out...<br />
.....and even after that. <br />
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Then, two days ago, my trainer tried to kill me. We'd never worked on calfs before, but we did on Wednesday, and he had me do five thousand calf raises off of a step. (That's how many it felt like, anyway.) I was in tears when I finished. What he may not know is that I'll do anything he says, regardless of the pain. As usual, I want to be the alpha fill-in-the-blank. In this case, the alpha client.<br />
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When we first met, I told him I'd never use the "c" word in front of him. He said, "Thank you," but I'm not sure he understood which "c" word I was talking about. What <i>I</i> meant was that I'd never say 'can't.' (To be honest, I've got one heck of a potty mouth...a blue streak...I use colorful language freely. In other words, I could make a sailor blush. So it's entirely possible that he was thanking me for promising not to use another "c" word in front of him.) I suppose it's possible he wasn't trying to kill me. Maybe it's my fault for not crying "uncle," but I never have and I don't intend to.<br />
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After today's workout, while running errands, I was limping so badly that people were looking at me funny.I couldn't stand up straight. So I was in pain, feeling down, and to top it all off, people were staring at me, which I hate. My mind went to the place it naturally goes on days like today: I wanted comfort food.<br />
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I started going through a mental list: tacos, burritos with sour cream and extra cheese, bacon double cheese burgers (even though I don't eat red meat) pizza, macaroni and cheese...but something happened that has never happened to me before. A not so little voice spoke up almost immediately asking how I'd feel if I ate those things and the answer was immediate: I'd feel horrible. There was no internal debate, and no conscious decision to make. The knowledge was just there, and it chased away the thoughts of food. I knew I'd feel sluggish and uncomfortable if I were to eat unhealthy food and that's the reason I didn't. Not because I'm on a diet - which I don't consider myself to be - not because of guilt or embarrassment, and not because I would be a "bad girl" if I gave in. I made the choice based on how the food would make my body feel.<br />
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This was a definite first for me. Fat or thin, all my life, food has been about comfort. I've never thought of food as fuel, but rather as a way to pass the time, a punishment, a reward, a friend, a way to numb out...a drug.<br />
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Today, I didn't dwell on the semi-cravings or the instant reasoning that took them away. It all happened more as a fleeting thought. It's only now, as I reflect on this afternoon, that I realize the significance of what happened. It feels like real progress.<br />
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It feels good.<br />
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A counselor once told me that, and I understood exactly what she was telling me, but I've never been able to fully explain it to someone else without an example. Unfortunately, I have a new one to share.<br />
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A friend of mine from my using days connected with me on Face Book a couple of years ago. We were close, he and I, and I'd thought about him often since becoming sober. When he contacted me, I had about three years clean time and, while still fragile, I was feeling pretty good about things.<br />
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He told me he was doing well, was out of prison and had started his life again. He was going to school, working, and the pictures in his online albums showed a healthy, happy man. He missed me. I missed him. He wanted to get together to catch up. I couldn't do it.<br />
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I told him how much I wanted to see him, but that I knew I wasn't ready. "I've been clean for three years. Maybe it was all fun and games for the rest of you guys, but it was HARD for me to kick, and when I think of getting together with you, all I want to do is get high."<br />
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He understood and said he'd be there for me whenever I was ready. And I knew he was genuine.<br />
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Here's something most people don't know: regardless of what you've seen in movies or on TV, addicts, in my experience, are very supportive of one another when it comes to quitting. We know that what we're doing is killing us. We'll never voice it or even allow ourselves to think it, but deep down we know we're dying. We wouldn't wish our addiction on anyone...especially someone we care about.<br />
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So when he said he understood and that he loved me and respected my sobriety and my feelings, I knew he meant it. Every so often he'd call or e-mail me again saying how good he was doing He was sober and had graduated from school. He had a girlfriend and even though some of his friends still "played around," as he put it, he was doing great and meth held no interest for him anymore. <br />
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"Why is it so easy for him?" I'd wonder, scrolling through pictures of him fishing with a big group of friends, all smiling and hamming it up for the camera. "Why am I so weak?" I'd ask myself clicking through pictures of him at weddings and celebrations. "He's out there living this great life, and I'm hiding from the world because I'm scared to engage with it."<br />
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And I wanted to see him. I really did. I have a lot of love for this man. But when I would speak with him on the phone it was almost like I could taste the glass pipe and hear the click of a lighter. I'd cry after hanging up because I couldn't quit thinking about meth,. All of this made me feel weak and unsure of myself and whether or not I was really in recovery, or if I were just hiding from my addiction.<br />
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Why don't I <i>feel</i> the way he <i>looks</i>?<br />
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I found out a couple of days ago that he's been arrested again for possession with intent, and conspiracy. This is his third felony drug offense and he's currently on parole.<br />
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I have mixed emotions. My heart is breaking for him. He's a wonderful man with a good soul, and trite phrases like, "lost potential" are floating through my head. At the same time I feel like I dodged a bullet. Not that I would have used with him or that it would even have been possible, but it would have opened a door that's best left locked forever.<br />
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Sometimes I think it would be nice if we could all see each other for who we really are all the time. It might save a lot of heartache.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Subscribe to this blog!</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-51040765245624617922012-01-08T23:02:00.000-07:002012-01-08T23:02:40.812-07:00Fixing the Hole Where the Rain Gets In... part deux<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm 43 years old and I'm tired of battling my food issues. I'm a recovering addict - Feb. 2012 will mark my 5th year clean from a 6 year meth addiction. These past few years, though, I've felt like a fraud. I may have quit using meth, but I continued doing what I've done my whole life - turned from one addiction/distraction to another. Most recently, I turned from meth to food.<br />
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Addiction is addiction. It's all the same thing - desperately trying to fill a bottomless hole in order to avoid falling into it.<br />
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I've been to rehab. I've seen therapists and psychologists and psychiatrists for my severe depression since I was 13 years old. But I found myself at the age of 43 still trying to "numb out," only this time it was with food.<br />
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It occurred to me that if I were going to be "fixed," it would have happened by now. I am what I am. Unfortunately, being cognizant of the source(s) of my issues doesn't make everything alright. I still feel broken, and I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of hopping from one addiction to the next trying to escape myself. I don't want to hurt myself any more than I already have.<br />
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"What I need is a permanent band-aid." That's what I told my trainer the first day I met him. "Look," I said, "I'm broken." And I went on to explain to him what I've just explained to you here. "What I need is a permanent band-aid, and this 'training thing' better be it, because I'm out of options." (Those words may sound tough, but when choked out between sobs, tears and a runny nose, trust me...they're just pathetic.)<br />
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It wasn't quite a spontaneous decision, but almost. I had a part time job at the time cleaning the gym by my house. That's when I first saw Jacob: This high-energy bald guy with a perma-grin. Which would have been cheesy enough to make me want to smack the shine off his dome, except that he seemed genuine.<br />
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And he is.<br />
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I've been training with Jacob for about four weeks. I never thought I'd say this, but going to the gym is absolutely, definitely, without a doubt my favorite thing in the world right now. I look forward to my workouts and I dread the days between them. (It doesn't hurt that Mr.Clean is easy on the eyes, either.) My body is responding and showing changes I used to fantasize about while sitting on the couch eating ice-cream and watching The Biggest Loser.<br />
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I have high hopes for this new way of life which, by the way, is what I'm calling it. No more diets. No more fads. No more eating disorder. No more self-loathing. That's the goal, anyway. It's a process.<br />
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I'm working on the no diet thing first.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Subscribe to this blog!</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-2902024217405476922011-11-11T07:16:00.001-07:002011-11-11T07:26:16.037-07:00Andy Warhol Was Right<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes."<br />
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That's what he said. I guess he was right, because I got my moment in the sun a couple of weeks ago when channel 7 decided to do a story about my fledgling cookie business. You can see it <b style="color: #4c1130;"><a href="http://www.ktvb.com/news/local/Woman-bakes-up-new-career-from-scratch-132899743.html">here</a></b>.<br />
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Everyone does background checks these days. (The only reason we live where we do, the United Colors of Benetton, is because they were the only ones who would take us with my drug conviction.) I applied for jobs that I was more than qualified for and in some cases was turned away from the interview when they found out about my past.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNE2NF38fMOD5hbbpqNVB2-nPFWlsVtygbjBFgAi64B8VIebkk2sQnZwXtQIvMIPJIqQu9zKkR170v_Gw5AciRlURPGlDsyE2X2yhc8qudCEQTeFseWri6T2IIoO6jpx22HAqbSiMoSWk/s1600/cookies+478.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNE2NF38fMOD5hbbpqNVB2-nPFWlsVtygbjBFgAi64B8VIebkk2sQnZwXtQIvMIPJIqQu9zKkR170v_Gw5AciRlURPGlDsyE2X2yhc8qudCEQTeFseWri6T2IIoO6jpx22HAqbSiMoSWk/s200/cookies+478.jpg" width="180" /></a>So I started baking and decorating custom sugar cookies. I knew nothing about it at first. Well, nothing more than slapping frosting on cookies with the family at Christmas time. So I researched cookie decorating. <i>How do professional "cookiers" get from frosting-slapping to works of art?</i> <br />
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I spent days watching YouTube videos, reading books and blogs...and practicing. That was four months ago. Today, my little business is growing little by little and I'm very content. I love what I'm doing and I'm getting better at it every day.<br />
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You can see what I've been up to on my Kimbo's Cookies Facebook page <b style="color: #4c1130;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/KimbosCookies">here</a></b>, and visit my website <b style="color: #4c1130;"><a href="http://kimboscookies.com/index.htm">here</a></b>.<br />
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Think of it this way: If someone from the infamous "Faces of Meth" poster offered you drugs, would you take them? No way in hell! Why? Because you don't want to end up like <i>them</i>. But what if the person offering looked "normal," was upstanding, maybe even a leader in the community? You might think differently.<br />
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It's dangerous to think of a certain type of person as the enemy when the enemy is all around. The enemy is meth, regardless of the packaging. To think that meth addiction can only happen to "people like that," is dangerous. <br />
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It's not <i>them</i> you need to be afraid of. It's us. People like:<br />
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<b>Pickens Judge Indicted</b>, Arrested On Another Drug Charge - Charged With Methamphetamine Possession Twice In Less Than Two Weeks.<br />
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<b>Principal Of Alternative Learning School</b>, Plus 27 Others Indicted As Members Of A Meth Ring.<br />
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<b>Daycare Was Doubling As A Methamphetamine Lab</b> - Owners Charged.<br />
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<b>T</b><b>eacher Accused Of Selling Methamphetamine</b> From School.<br />
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<b>Spencer County Chief Deputy</b>, 7 Others Indicted On Meth Manufacturing Charges.<br />
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<b>Wife Of County Judge</b> Charged With Meth Possession<br />
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<b>A Highly Decorated 18-Year Veteran Of The Oakland County Sheriff's Department</b> Charged With Possession Of Methamphetamine - Found Unconscious In Truck With Belt Around His Arm And A Syringe In His Lap.<br />
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<b>Luna County Sheriff's Deputy</b> Charged With Possession Of Methamphetamine.<br />
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<b>22 Year Veteran Of Honolulu Police Force</b> Gets Five Years Prison For Selling Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>81 Year-Old Man</b> Faces Up To 12 Years In Prison After Being Convicted Of Selling Methamphetamine.<br />
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<b>Retired St. Paul Police Officer</b> Pleads Guilty To Possession Of 12 Pounds Of Methamphetamine With Intent To Distribute<br />
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<b>Speech Language Pathologist</b> With Fort Smith School District Accused Of Delivery Of Methamphetamine.<br />
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<b>50 Year Old Elementary School Art Teacher </b>Charged With Keeping Meth In Desk<br />
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<b>Anti-Drug Investigator</b> charged with stealing seven kilos of methamphetamine.<br />
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<b>Award-winning Anti-Drug Essayist </b>Gets 10 Years For Distributing Meth<br />
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<b>Special Education Teacher </b>In Oahu Accused Of Dealing Crystal Meth<br />
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<b>83 Year Old Woman</b> Accused Of Attempting To Smuggle 10 Pounds Of Meth<br />
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<b>Fernley Intermediate School Teacher</b> And Husband Charged With Selling Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>First Grade Elementary School Teacher</b> Arrested For Allegedly Possessing Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Animal Control Officer</b> Arrested For Possession Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>One Of The Nation's Most Influential Evangelical Leaders</b> Admits To Buying Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Drug Counselor</b> In New York Charged With Operating Meth Lab<br />
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<b>Children's Aid Society Worker</b> Convicted Of Trafficking A Kilo Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Citibank VP</b> Had A Meth Lab In His Penthouse<br />
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<b>Former Bank Of America Manager </b>And Meth Addict Commits Suicide In Jail<br />
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<b>Doctoral Student And Fullbright Scholar</b> At Columbia University Charged With Making Meth<br />
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<b>Cook County Assistant States Attorney</b> Charged With Meth Possession<br />
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<b>Senior Citizen</b> Was Selling Crystal Methamphetamine From Home<br />
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<b>Moss Point Police Officer</b> Arrested For Possession With Intent To Distribute Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Former Hutchinson Correctional Facility Employee</b> Pleads Guilty To Trafficking Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Prominent Estate Lawyer</b> Arrested For Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Louisiana Doctor </b>Pleads Guilty To Buying Half Pound Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Member Of The Crystal Lake City Council </b>Charged With Possession Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Mayor, Police Chief, Police Dispatcher, Bail Bondsman</b> Face Charges Involving Methamphetamine, Theft, Sex Ring<br />
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<b>Wabash Valley Correctional Facility Officer</b> Arrested For Financing Delivery Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>First Grade teacher</b> at Christ the King School Arrested In Maui's Biggest Drug Bust - 14 1/2 Pounds Of Cocaine, 6 Pounds Of Crystal Methamphetamine Seized<br />
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<b>Former Howard High School Teacher</b> Sentenced To Six Years For Meth Distribution Conspiracy<br />
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<b>Former County Prosecutor On Drug Charges</b> - Detectives Discover Methamphetamine, Guns And Drug Paraphernalia In Attorney's Home <br />
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<b>Former National Merit Scholar</b> Semi-Finalist With BA In Psychology and Olympic Track Aspirations Pleads Guilty To Murdering Girlfriend During "Methamphetamine-Induced Psychosis"<br />
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<b>Former River Hill High School Teacher</b> Sentenced To 6 1/2 Years For Scheme To Sell $ 50,000 Worth Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Former Brownwood Police Officer</b> Sentenced In Methamphetamine Distribution Conspiracy<br />
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<b>75 Year Old Grandmother </b>Sold Methamphetamine From Home<br />
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<b>Special Education Aide</b> At Carson City School District Arrested For Suspicion Of Felony Possession Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Employee Of Health And Human Services</b> Arrested On Suspicion Of Felony Trafficking In Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>50 Year Old Middle School Principal </b>In Pennsylvania Accused Of Dealing Methamphetamine From His Office<br />
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<b>Ex-Township Supervisor </b>In Michigan Pleads Guilty In Meth Case<br />
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<b>Kids Soccer Coach</b> In Michigan Arrested On Charges Of Manufacturing/Delivery Of Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Former California State Prison Guard </b>Pleads Guilty To Smuggling Methamphetamine Into Amador County Prison And Delivering It To Inmates<br />
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<b>Daughter Of Chief Justice In Canada</b> Pleads Guilty To Several Charges Relating To Identity Fraud - Family Says Addiction To Crystal Meth Is To Blame<br />
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<b>Man Described As A Model Citizen And Family Man</b> Behind New Jersey's Largest Ever Meth Seizure<br />
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<b>Iowa Doctor </b>Arrested For Possession With Intent To Deliver After 11 Pounds Of Meth Found In His Home<br />
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<b>4</b><b>7 Year Old Pottsboro Dentist </b>Arrested for Meth Use<br />
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<b>Second Lawyer In Two Weeks</b> Arrested For Selling Meth To Police Informant In Evansville<br />
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<b>Probation Officer </b>Arrested For Selling Methamphetamine<br />
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<b>Attorney, Chairman of National Drug Council</b> Convicted Of Meth Possession (Cayman Islands)<br />
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<b>Police Chief</b> In Damascus Virginia Charged With Selling Meth To Undercover Informant</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Subscribe to this blog!</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-2840210435333363882011-02-13T10:31:00.000-07:002011-02-13T10:31:13.976-07:00Happy Birthday, Andy!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRd93r916p_umqxQWTB4x4S-ub7p864xc-e3EeoqWfsJIEIHSgbFON7NE_r570p0-rsdfxdR7vSOFfjA82RhPL1OsAoEh12vaCYkSvEiFQsbdlb0lcOg4jZxmduqJq8UcPuhH-dU5O3g/s1600/Mamma+Mia+cake+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRd93r916p_umqxQWTB4x4S-ub7p864xc-e3EeoqWfsJIEIHSgbFON7NE_r570p0-rsdfxdR7vSOFfjA82RhPL1OsAoEh12vaCYkSvEiFQsbdlb0lcOg4jZxmduqJq8UcPuhH-dU5O3g/s200/Mamma+Mia+cake+003.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRE3do7cRGbX6Sqn7KUEpD4D_hMXKN_O2vpWZscGqTVcDbXMNo4_q0eI6H7KlTiLXBor7wO9RqTWjtl7tx-1El3UIodzjylN80lIIgW4AB499jBRyZ02wmSkECUu9txIksgpLz62q73Y/s1600/Mamma+Mia+cake+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRE3do7cRGbX6Sqn7KUEpD4D_hMXKN_O2vpWZscGqTVcDbXMNo4_q0eI6H7KlTiLXBor7wO9RqTWjtl7tx-1El3UIodzjylN80lIIgW4AB499jBRyZ02wmSkECUu9txIksgpLz62q73Y/s200/Mamma+Mia+cake+002.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />
Well, I did it. This is my son's birthday/Mamma Mia wedding cake that he wanted for his birthday. After many, many labor intensive hours, I now know why cake makers charge so much. My back is killing me, my kitchen is covered in powdered sugar and butter cream and I think every dish I own is dirty, but it was worth it.<br />
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And today is my four year anniversary of being sober. Nice:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Subscribe to this blog!</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687642615657924133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684550075785300002.post-79910801335369931082011-02-12T08:08:00.000-07:002011-02-12T08:08:46.523-07:00It's All For You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Tomorrow, Andy will be 20 years old and I'm making him a wedding cake for his birthday. That's what he wants, so that's what I'm giving him. Maybe it's just coincidence, but it wasn't until I got sober that I started really listening to him.<br />
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Since Andy was born, I went out of my way to try and make things as normal as possible for him. As a single mom of an only child with a disability, I tried particularly hard to make Christmas, Easter and his birthday special. I wanted him to experience the traditions my brother and I had as we were growing up: believing in and waiting for Santa, the excitement of presents under the tree, the surprise Easter baskets from the Easter bunny, egg hunts, special birthdays...<br />
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But Andy never got it. He never understood those abstract concepts, and to make matters worse, he's never cared much for candy, so stockings and baskets filled with chocolate and jelly beans meant nothing to him. That didn't stop me from trying, though. I kept thinking that one year, it would click with him and he'd get to experience the magic I remembered as a child.<br />
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I bought him a tricycle for his fifth birthday and and spent the entire night putting it together complete with a little license plate with his name on it. I tried to teach him to ride it. Other people, his grandparents and therapists, have tried over the years to teach him to ride a bike, but he doesn’t get it.<br />
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I’d watch other kids do all the things kids are supposed to do, and I’d secretly resent them. I’ve never cared about the Down syndrome. I just wanted him to have a normal, happy childhood.<br />
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One Easter, when he was ten years old, I designed an extravagant basket heaped with solid chocolate bunnies and all the other required goodies that any good parent would provide in attempt to disguise themselves as a giant, invisible rabbit. I spent hours dyeing elaborate eggs.<br />
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On Easter morning, I brought him out to the living room and could barely contain my excitement.<br />
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"Andy, look! The Easter bunny was here! Look what he brought you!" I was so giddy, I could barely stand still.<br />
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Andy took one look at the basket, waved his hand in dismissal and said, "Oh, no fanks, Mom," and padded off toward his room in his little yellow blanket sleepers.<br />
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I was crushed.<br />
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Now, in my defense, I was also exhausted from having been up most of the night dyeing and designing, so I blame what happened next on temporary insanity: I yelled.<br />
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"Fine! You know what? It's been me the whole time. There is no Santa Claus! There is no Easter Bunny! It's just me. It's always been me!" I sat down in the middle of the living room and started crying.<br />
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Andy turned around and looked at me, his head tilted to one side. He came to me, wrapped his skinny arms around my neck and kissed my nose. Then he patted my cheek and said, "It's awright, Mom. It's okay," and padded off down the hallway to watch Star Wars in his room.<br />
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I least I bought the kind of candy I liked.<br />
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So this year, he wants a wedding cake for his birthday because his favorite movie du jour is Mamma Mia. He keeps saying he's getting married tomorrow. To who? I don't know. I think to the movie itself. I guess he thinks if he has the cake it's a done deal. So that's what I'm getting him. For better or for worse, I'm making a three tier wedding cake with each tier a different flavor and filling. It certainly isn't what I would want. It most DEFIANTLY isn't what his grandfather wants <i>for</i> him, but it's what Andy wants more than anything. And it's his birthday.<br />
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Okay. <br />
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