The left heel of my favorite pair of shoes (my black pumps with the ribbon around the outside and the bow on the front) snapped off on Tuesday night while I was at class. The whole class was silently working on an assignment, when my heel broke, and I cried out in pain and dismay. Everyone looked at me and I exclaimed that my heel had broken. My friend Kim then repied, "But its your birthday!" That's right. My heel broke, on my birthday.
Like I said, TRAGEDY.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Biggest Loser
Okay, so remember how I auditioned to be on The Biggest Loser and made it to a second interview? Well the season I would have been on started today. I watched it when I got home from class, and as I watched, I cried. I cried, and I cried, and I cried some more. I know that when people look at me they don't see a big fat girl, but in all reality, that's what I am. I weigh close to 215 lbs and wear a size 16. I know that I need to do something about the path I'm on before it's too late, because I know what my future will be if I don't. My grandmother died from complications with her morbid obesiety and her diabetes. My aunt is morbidly obese. My cousin is obese. My sister is obese. I am obese.
I want to have kids in the next year or two, and I'm terrified of being a fat mom. I'm terrified that my kids will be embarrased by me. I don't want to be fat my whole life. I've always struggled with my weight, and I know it's something I'll battle with my whole life, but it's time for me to stop losing and fight back.
My friend Kim from school and I are starting a sort of Biggest Loser type thing. We're going to create a blog, have weekly weigh in's, and make our weight loss into a competition. We plan on getting together this Saturday to kick things off, but I want to open it up to everyone. Whether you want to join us in our fight against fat, or you just want to offer your support, we'd love to have you. Our blog is http://gofromflabtofab.blogspot.com/ . Its going to be private because we're going to post scary pictures of us in sport's bras like they do on the show, but if you'd like access, just email me at kgrafton615@hotmail.com.
I don't want to be held back because of my weight, so I'm going to make a change, and everyone here is a witness. There's no going back, and hopefully by Thanksgiving I'll be a healthier, skinner, happier me.
I want to have kids in the next year or two, and I'm terrified of being a fat mom. I'm terrified that my kids will be embarrased by me. I don't want to be fat my whole life. I've always struggled with my weight, and I know it's something I'll battle with my whole life, but it's time for me to stop losing and fight back.
My friend Kim from school and I are starting a sort of Biggest Loser type thing. We're going to create a blog, have weekly weigh in's, and make our weight loss into a competition. We plan on getting together this Saturday to kick things off, but I want to open it up to everyone. Whether you want to join us in our fight against fat, or you just want to offer your support, we'd love to have you. Our blog is http://gofromflabtofab.blogspot.com/ . Its going to be private because we're going to post scary pictures of us in sport's bras like they do on the show, but if you'd like access, just email me at kgrafton615@hotmail.com.
I don't want to be held back because of my weight, so I'm going to make a change, and everyone here is a witness. There's no going back, and hopefully by Thanksgiving I'll be a healthier, skinner, happier me.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Magic
My good friend Megan and I went to Disneyland today and it was completely amazing. We started the day with breakfast at Sonic, mmmmm. Then we got to Disneyland and scored Dream Fastpasses at Snow White's Wishing Well!! It was so exciting because I always see people with them around their necks and get so jealous, and now I got to be the one people were jealous of!
After that we just ran around the park from ride to ride, not even needing the fastpasses because all the lines were 5-10 minutes long. As we were walking toward the exit to head over to California Adventure, we noticed what looked like a photo shoot set up at the Main Street train stop, so we decided to investigate. We walked up the stairs and asked one of the crew members who said they were filming interviews with annual passholders to use for an advertisement on the Disney website. We asked if we could be a part, and they had us sign a release and we were on our way to being Disney spokespeople! Our interview was great - they loved us. So everyone needs to be checking disney.com to look for me talking about why annual passes are awesome. All in all we had a phenominal day and got to ride all of our favorite rides at least 2 or 3 times, including the new Toystory Mania ride (SO awesome). And in every ride photo, I made my asian tourist face... I swear I'm not racist, it's just a funny face that alot of asians seem to make in pictures.
I love Disneyland so much. I'm so excited that I got to participate in that interview, and that I got to share how much I love Disneyland at Christmas time. I talked about how I cry everytime it snows on mainstreet and that arrangement of "White Christmas" comes on, and I even teared up just talking about it in the interview. Oh man. I just hope that part of our interview gets used...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Oh happy day!!
I plan on buying my digital SLR at CostCo because they have good package deals. Today when I was going through my wallet for something to do on my lunch, I found an old CostCo gift card that I thought I had already used up. I called the number on the back of the card just to make sure, and there is $30.16 on it!!! YAY ME!! That's $30.16 that doesn't have to come out of my pocket. I'm probably much more excited than I should be, but I don't care. That is all.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I love to see the temple...
I just came across this picture on my digital camera from the last time I was there. Just thought I'd share because I really like it. The San Diego Temple is just so incredibly beautiful... if you've never had the opportunity to go there, you should, and when you do, you should call me so I can go with you. :)
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sad News
On Wednesday morning, my old friend Chris Snethen was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was 23 years old. We were in the same primary class when we were 7 and graduated high school together. It's hard to deal with news like this, especially because he was so young and had his whole life ahead of him. Its times like these that remind us not only how precious life is, but also how priceless the gospel is. I am so incredibly blessed to know who I am and where I came from. I know that the Lord has a plan for each of us, and that sometimes that plan can be hard to accept. I have a testimony that He loves us and if we trust in Him, He will stand by us through everything and give us strength to make it through our trials. Chris will be greatly missed, but it is comforting to know that he is with our Father in Heaven.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Grateful
I just want to say how grateful I am that I have Nick. I don't know how many of you know our story, so I wanted to share it with you.
I was going through a rough time, I had been dumped four times in a row, all four times for no reason at all, one of the times having been cheated on. I was finally starting to like being single, and had resolved not to date. I was the chorister and choir director in my ward and right around the time I swore off men, this weird and slightly creepy red headed kid joined my choir. I could tell he liked me, and I was SO not interested. After about a month of being in my choir, he finally spoke to me, he managed to string a couple of sentences together before I had to "get going." About a month after that he asked me out, and my policy on dating was that everyone got a first date and a chance to prove my first opinion of them wrong, so I said yes. He took me to a baseball game... I hate baseball. He also didn't tell me what team the Angels would be playing, and I just happend to be wearing the colors of the other team. Oops. I got to know him a little better, and we got along well, but I still didn't really want anything to do with him. Poor kid. He was persistent though. He always made sure that if he was going to do something with his friends that I was invited. He also went to every single activity he thought I might be at and kept coming to choir (even though he really can't sing), and he even bought a season pass to Disneyland so he'd have an excuse to talk to me. After about a month of this, he found out my birthday was coming up, so he went into my mom's flower shop and ordered a huge arrangement to be delivered to me at work. My mom asked me who he was, and gave me the usual run down about the "men in my life" - how old is he (25), is he going to school (yes, cal poly Pomona for civil engineering), does he have a job (he works for a large engineering firm as an intern), where did he serve his mission (south Texas, Spanish speaking) and then asked me why I didn't like him... I didn't have an answer.
I couldn't explain why I didn't like this guy who was so easy to talk to, had a testimony, was going to school, had a good job, had a plan, and was practically in love with me. This was all so new to me. Usually I went for really old losers who were still delivering pizza or selling pest control and not in school with no plan for the future, and I was chasing them. I just didn't understand why I couldn't make myself like him. Then one night, a couple of weeks after my birthday, he invited me to his house with a group of people to watch a movie. At this point I had used every excuse in the book, so I said yes. Conveniently for him, everyone else had an excuse, so when I got to his house, it was just us two... great...
About halfway through the movie, he started to put his arm around me, and I just rolled my eyes and thought, what the heck... why not just let him do it, and when he did, it felt like home. By the time the movie ended we were snuggled close and I suggested we watch another movie because I didn't want him to let go of me. Since that night, we have been inseparable. Three weeks after that first night together, we said "I love you" for the first time:
Kim: "Can I ask you a question?"
Nick: "Sure, what is it?"
K: "Are you in love with me?"
N: "Yes, I think I am. Yes, I love you"
K: "Okay, good, because I think I love you too."
Three months after that we were engaged (he proposed at Disneyland because he said that was the place where he first realized that he loved me) and then five months after that we were married in the San Diego Temple.
I am just so incredibly grateful that he was drawn to me from the first time he saw me, the first Sunday I was in the Murrieta singles branch and President Mattson called me up to bear my testimony. I am grateful that he had the courage and the tenacity to keep inviting me and talking to me even though everytime he did he got rejected (and believe me, it was like every weekend). And I am so grateful for all the mistakes and failed relationships the Lord put in my path so that when Nick found me and I finally took down my walls and let him in, that I could tell the difference between him and the others who had treated me so badly. When Nick and I got engaged, I had one of my exes tell me that he was happy for me, and that he wished he could have seen what a gem I was when he had dated me. He told me that I was now the standard he judged girls against and that I was more amazing than I knew. How grateful I am that the Lord saw fit to cloud his eyes. Though it was painful at the time, looking back, I don't think I would have given Nick the time of day if not for guys like Apollo, Chris, Garrett, Eric, Taylor, and Will.
The Lord prepares us all in different ways for different things. The Gospel helps me see that every mistake, every bump in the road, every time your heart is broken, everytime you fall and are unsure if you'll be able to get back up... its all preparation for something bigger, something greater than you could have had if you hadn't had those experiences that made you strong. Nick has told me before that part of him knew that he loved me that very first time he saw me, and that's what kept him going each time I turned him down, and I think after that first date, part of me knew that we would be great together if I would let him in. I think I was scared - scared that I might actually get what I wanted for once. And you know what? I did.
I was going through a rough time, I had been dumped four times in a row, all four times for no reason at all, one of the times having been cheated on. I was finally starting to like being single, and had resolved not to date. I was the chorister and choir director in my ward and right around the time I swore off men, this weird and slightly creepy red headed kid joined my choir. I could tell he liked me, and I was SO not interested. After about a month of being in my choir, he finally spoke to me, he managed to string a couple of sentences together before I had to "get going." About a month after that he asked me out, and my policy on dating was that everyone got a first date and a chance to prove my first opinion of them wrong, so I said yes. He took me to a baseball game... I hate baseball. He also didn't tell me what team the Angels would be playing, and I just happend to be wearing the colors of the other team. Oops. I got to know him a little better, and we got along well, but I still didn't really want anything to do with him. Poor kid. He was persistent though. He always made sure that if he was going to do something with his friends that I was invited. He also went to every single activity he thought I might be at and kept coming to choir (even though he really can't sing), and he even bought a season pass to Disneyland so he'd have an excuse to talk to me. After about a month of this, he found out my birthday was coming up, so he went into my mom's flower shop and ordered a huge arrangement to be delivered to me at work. My mom asked me who he was, and gave me the usual run down about the "men in my life" - how old is he (25), is he going to school (yes, cal poly Pomona for civil engineering), does he have a job (he works for a large engineering firm as an intern), where did he serve his mission (south Texas, Spanish speaking) and then asked me why I didn't like him... I didn't have an answer.
I couldn't explain why I didn't like this guy who was so easy to talk to, had a testimony, was going to school, had a good job, had a plan, and was practically in love with me. This was all so new to me. Usually I went for really old losers who were still delivering pizza or selling pest control and not in school with no plan for the future, and I was chasing them. I just didn't understand why I couldn't make myself like him. Then one night, a couple of weeks after my birthday, he invited me to his house with a group of people to watch a movie. At this point I had used every excuse in the book, so I said yes. Conveniently for him, everyone else had an excuse, so when I got to his house, it was just us two... great...
About halfway through the movie, he started to put his arm around me, and I just rolled my eyes and thought, what the heck... why not just let him do it, and when he did, it felt like home. By the time the movie ended we were snuggled close and I suggested we watch another movie because I didn't want him to let go of me. Since that night, we have been inseparable. Three weeks after that first night together, we said "I love you" for the first time:
Kim: "Can I ask you a question?"
Nick: "Sure, what is it?"
K: "Are you in love with me?"
N: "Yes, I think I am. Yes, I love you"
K: "Okay, good, because I think I love you too."
Three months after that we were engaged (he proposed at Disneyland because he said that was the place where he first realized that he loved me) and then five months after that we were married in the San Diego Temple.
I am just so incredibly grateful that he was drawn to me from the first time he saw me, the first Sunday I was in the Murrieta singles branch and President Mattson called me up to bear my testimony. I am grateful that he had the courage and the tenacity to keep inviting me and talking to me even though everytime he did he got rejected (and believe me, it was like every weekend). And I am so grateful for all the mistakes and failed relationships the Lord put in my path so that when Nick found me and I finally took down my walls and let him in, that I could tell the difference between him and the others who had treated me so badly. When Nick and I got engaged, I had one of my exes tell me that he was happy for me, and that he wished he could have seen what a gem I was when he had dated me. He told me that I was now the standard he judged girls against and that I was more amazing than I knew. How grateful I am that the Lord saw fit to cloud his eyes. Though it was painful at the time, looking back, I don't think I would have given Nick the time of day if not for guys like Apollo, Chris, Garrett, Eric, Taylor, and Will.
The Lord prepares us all in different ways for different things. The Gospel helps me see that every mistake, every bump in the road, every time your heart is broken, everytime you fall and are unsure if you'll be able to get back up... its all preparation for something bigger, something greater than you could have had if you hadn't had those experiences that made you strong. Nick has told me before that part of him knew that he loved me that very first time he saw me, and that's what kept him going each time I turned him down, and I think after that first date, part of me knew that we would be great together if I would let him in. I think I was scared - scared that I might actually get what I wanted for once. And you know what? I did.
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