tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61577108281828090902024-12-18T22:23:39.298-05:00♥ A blog about hope, love, &amp; courage.<p> ♥ A blog about being healthy<p> ♥ A blog about LoVinG LiFe...</p></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05278269865422246616noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157710828182809090.post-59473658733343405972011-03-14T01:36:00.001-04:002011-03-14T01:36:11.565-04:00

&nbsp; I have my very own domain name! I am so excited! &nbsp; Please follow me over to: &nbsp; love 4 living [dot] com &nbsp; I promise, at the very least, I won’t bore you to complete tears! -Amy

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This post may be a bit heavy, and will contain some mature content. It contains drug references and may be triggering to some people. So please, read with caution…&nbsp; [If you missed the first part of my story you can find it (here) ] I have no doubts that my partying ways began as a way to escape the thoughts and feelings that I was experiencing in high school. But then something changed. I no

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05278269865422246616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157710828182809090.post-36947774820486233892011-03-11T13:08:00.002-05:002011-03-11T23:43:27.206-05:00

This post may be a bit heavy, and will contain some mature content. It contains drug references and may be triggering to some people. So please, read with caution… I last left off telling my “story” (here) and I was now a completely different person than I had been before the incident. Although I&nbsp; had Holly reach out to me, I had no desire to talk about what I was going through. Now I am not

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So lately I have seen a few a lot of the bloggers in blog land do the ABC survey and since I am complete sucker for surveys (hello myspace and Facebook) I figured I would hop on the bandwagon! &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A. Age: 26 but I turn 27 on 3/23! B. Bed size: King, but

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There are certain imperfections or characteristics I realize I have. I am super impatient, am known for starting things and losing interest in them; and therefore start such things and don’t finish them. I cannot cook to save my life, get bored very easily, and I am the messiest clean person there is. However, I do try to follow the “rules of society” that this life has put in place. One thing I

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I remember being in high school thinking that "when I got older; I would have little to no drama in my life." Le sigh. How naive I was. In fact, the older I got, the more serious the "drama" got, relevant to actual life experiences instead of who was caught with who in the girls bathroom. Now-a-days, especially the last few months, I have had my own dose of real-life drama... &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&

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Our friends joined up with a Boston-area gym called LA Fitness. It is a fairly new gym around these parts, and I believe there is only a couple of locations so far. Luckily, they were given two VIP 10-Day passes for anyone of their choosing to also try out the gym – they picked us! &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &

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I love how I get to relive my Mexican vacations through these posts! I left off with pictures and a bit of experience from our first trip there... I didn't mention the resort much, well because it was kind of bad. Our first vacation to Mexico, my boyfriend (TFK) wanted everything to be perfect. So he took the internet and scoured websites like Tripadvisor etc to find the highest rated one...

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And groove I shall find. For me, getting myself to work out is such a mental game. I know I can do it physically, it is just about getting there and TO DO it. I would like to say that I am not a lazy person, but in the winter it is just not the case. The thought of going outside and being cold is such a deterrent for me. I would much rather be warm and snuggly inside my house! (But, I am guessing

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Oh, I am motivated all right... Motivated to do a whole bunch of nothin'. Some call it the "winter blues" others "SAD" (seasonal affective disorder) - I call it "winters in New England take a toll on me" every single year. This year is no different. In fact, I feel like it is a little bit worse because Boston has been hit with a lot of snow this winter (over 60 inches so far). I feel like every

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Wasted Time...Author: ______------------------------ The Time that I've wasted is my biggest regret, Spent in these places I will never forget. Just sitting and thinking about the things that I've done the crying, the laughing, the hurt, the fun. Now it's just me and my hard driven guilt behind a wall of emptiness I allowed to be built. I'm trapped

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05278269865422246616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157710828182809090.post-74142174584992258092011-01-24T13:33:00.000-05:002011-02-25T00:08:30.142-05:00

I am one lucky gal. In the last three years, I have had the opportunity to visit Mexico (Cancun, to be exact) not once... but six times, the last time being this past week! We have also traveled to Florida multiple times, Aruba, and Las Vegas (but those trips are for another post, another time :) But back to my first trip to Mexico... (where I got bit by the "travel bug") I think what did it was

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Diets, nutrition, exercise, etc have a place in my heart. (note: I did not say special place) I was ALWAYS the fat girl growing up. Always. I was always the girl who got the "oh but you have such a pretty face" compliment. I was always the girl that got the "FAT" insult when having an argument with one of my girlfriends... And it hurt. Like, A LOT. I wish I could put into words what that three

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That fateful Halloween changed everything. And I mean everything. I went from a normal, happy teenager to a confused, violated angry person.. But the beat went on. And on it did. I went to school, and I believe I made it to about fourth period before I broke down and told someone what had happened to me. Her name was Holly, and she was what my HS called an adjustment counselor. I will give you a

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Do you have any? I know I do. Life started out so "normal" for me. I did well in school, was a competitive swimmer for about 10 years of life and a cheerleader in middle school. In high school, I continued to swim, Cheer, and also picked up Softball and track and field. High school hit, and all hell broke loose. The setting: It is my first Halloween Party as a high school student. I thought

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Well, the blog world gets one more... This blog is going to a smorgasbord, of sorts, with posts about all different types of things. I love heath and nutrition and am a loyal reader of the many "healthy blogs" out there. I find the blog world inspirational, and recently my life has taken so many different twists and turns, that I decided to jot it all down. A little more info on the girl behind

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