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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDQng5eyp7ImA9WhRVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399404</id><updated>2012-01-11T09:57:53.623-06:00</updated><category term="Business" /><category term="Random Ranting" /><category term="Hockey" /><category term="Fishing" /><category term="Games" /><category term="Motivational" /><category term="Weird and Wacky" /><category term="Cancer" /><category term="Technology" /><category term="Health and Wellness" /><category term="My Opinion" /><category term="Philosophical" /><category term="Weather" /><category term="Personal Reflection" /><category term="Fun Stuff" /><category term="Spiritual" /><category term="Parenting - Father's view" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="Friends and Family" /><category term="Facebook" /><title>My Two Cents...Re-Invested</title><subtitle type="html">A blog about the journey that lead me here. I try to provide enough substance to challenge someone's thinking and perhaps offer a unique perspective that opens my mind to alternate theories. Perhaps even inspire someone to achieve the greatness that is within themselves they have yet to realize.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399404/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11918758806596992359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/EGBo" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/egbo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/EGBo</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCRX86eSp7ImA9WhdbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399404.post-1557442392258975911</id><published>2011-10-15T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:19:24.111-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T12:19:24.111-05:00</app:edited><title>A 100 Weddings and One Funeral</title><content type="html">R.I.P. Grandpa K. October 14, 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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As the Patriarch of a large family that spans five generations your life has touched so many lives, most you never knew. That is the irony; although a lot of us may not have had a close personal relationship with you; your life will live on through your incredible family. From your wife Dora, our Matriarch, to your children, to your grandchildren, to your great grandchildren, to your great, great, grandchildren, your family touches lives in so many incredible ways.&lt;br /&gt;
The 130+ living descendants, spanning 5 generations, still actively try to gather multiple times a year, which started from Sunday pilgrimages to a little house in Kleefeld, MB. &lt;br /&gt;
Again our relationship may not have been close, but I do thank you for the family that has developed from your marriage to my Grandmother. I am very proud of my family roots of Kleefeld, MB. I am proud of the people I get to call my relatives and tradition of gathering as a family.&lt;br /&gt;
Please do not worry as you watch over us, this large and uniquely close family will watch out for each other as we grieve the significant passing our Patriarch. I personally will find the gathering of our family together for our first funeral will be a different experience than we are used to. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&amp;#39;t go any where but with my computer being in the other room I never use it and I lost my job sitting behind a desk. Boo hoo right?&lt;br&gt;I have to continue today because I am not sure how to deal with an event that happened at Thanksgiving. First some background.&lt;br&gt;Through a series of lifestyle commitments, including exercising, eating sensibly and having discipline. My latest job has been a major time sucking blackhole. After three months I am still struggling to get home at a normal time, normal by my standards. I realize some people consider 7 am to 7 pm normal, I don&amp;#39;t. So with that I have also found it tough to find time to get stuff done during the day like I would have at my previous jobs. I haven&amp;#39;t cooked anything in months! My wife has not enjoyed this change. I&amp;#39;ll be honest, neither have I. Its bad enough, that to ensure we have time to celebrate her 40th birthday I booked a Saturday evening with her two weeks ago just to be sure. I also haven&amp;#39;t found time to get to the gym either. This has been very frustrating for me because of the lifestyle changes I made to be more healthy, which yielded an 80 pound weight loss. I do get a great deal of exercise on the job but it is different, mentally for sure. Both exercising and cooking were cleansing for the mind. I won&amp;#39;t mention the details of how my volunteering time is almost gone. &lt;p&gt;This past month has been the worst ever for me and food since this journey began in 2008. I have not had control of my eating habits. In a moment when I can determine the negative food choice is bad, my hand reaches out and grabs it. Almost like an out of body experience. I&amp;#39;ve consumed so many calories this past week that I am certain I gained nearly 10 lbs. I&amp;#39;ve also noted my inability to stop when I&amp;#39;m full, I am still &amp;quot;hearing&amp;quot; the signal, but ignoring it and stuffing it in. Things are getting out of control. Its like if I&amp;#39;m not exercising, why bother? Its nuts, but it is what it is. &lt;p&gt;Then &amp;quot;it&amp;quot; happened....... &lt;p&gt;I was told I was &amp;quot;a walking miracle&amp;quot;. &lt;p&gt;Wow! How does one digest that? I inquired further and I determined my &amp;quot;miracle&amp;quot; status was gained due to my apparent ability to keep the weight off. Although I thanked them for the compliment and we discussed the topic, I felt terrible about my last few weeks and my current weak mental state. Besides I don&amp;#39;t think miracle is a fitting word for this. Miracle? Really? Is it because the World we live in suffers from so much obesity that no one feels being a healthy weight isn&amp;#39;t possible? But &amp;quot;miracle&amp;quot;? I should note that this comment was from a family member who is quite spiritual. It carried weight with me. &lt;p&gt;I have reacted poorly to this added mental weight, by trying to match my physical weight to my mental weight. I seem to be trying to sabotage my health. I can only call it sabotage because I know exactly what is happened and seem powerless to stop it. I&amp;#39;m in a bad place. I just not sure how to turn the corner this time. I thought by now I would have figured it out by now and developed a new routine to marry my work schedule and lifestyle of exercise, sensible eating and volunteerism. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m worried about the fact that I haven&amp;#39;t. &lt;p&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br&gt;Jamie
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Think back for a moment, a brief one, as to how we communicated with our friends. Internet? What's the Internet? We had no cell phones, no text messages, no instant messages and certainly no Internet and if we had Internet (in our later teens) we certainly did not have the Internet in the palm of our hands! The Internet seemed to be reserved for the rich and famous or the school computer lab; you know this Internet &lt;i&gt;thing &lt;/i&gt;is just a fad right?!? No, we had to make a &lt;i&gt;phone call&lt;/i&gt;, from a phone attached to a cord! Of course we only could make that call if we were given permission from our parents and our time was limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This small stroll down memory lane isn't intended to appear as a complaint or a longing for simpler times; not at all. No diatribes about how I walked ten miles in six feet of snow, uphill both ways to school here. But this sure begs the question, "What frame of reference does a parent (do I have) in 2010 to the unique environment our young people find themselves in?" Let's face it, we have no clue what it's like to be a teenager living in an instant 24/7 access World. How are we expected to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; how to be a parent or how to "govern" this technological World our kids are growing up in? I know the same complaints are made by all parents from generation to generation. We get stuck trying to compare our teenage years to theirs and wonder why the same set of rules we grew up with don't seem to work or apply here. Seriously, the advent of the TV and it's like technology did not have the same type of impact on the teenagers of it's time, as the Internet is and will continue to have on it's generation. The exponential advancements in technology have changed everything about what it means to become a teenager. A paradigm shift if you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In an effort to give our kids as much freedom as we're comfortable with, helping them to grow up and learn to be responsible, we try to supply them access to the technology available. At the same time, hopefully not giving them more then they can handle. Basically we need to perform a perfect juggling act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enter here: the BIG World of technology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Technology surrounds our teenagers, freedom is everywhere whether we are there to guide them or not. 24/7 access is a very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; possibility and I wonder if the teenagers of the 21st century are ready for it. I know, like all teenagers, they think they are invincible! It has to be overwhelming though for a child hitting puberty. It has to be! Everything in their life is changing, all at once and at break neck speeds. New school, new friends, body changes, new freedoms, the list is long and technology just adds a very interesting dynamic to the mix.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is the challenge, isn't it. How do 21st century parents protect their children without being crowned the technology police, unreasonable, over protective, outrageous or simply unfair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; A high wire act without a net, set over a bed of explosives if I ever saw one. Parents be warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Looking back, for my youth, week night curfews seemed to work. It&amp;nbsp; brought the kids home and had them unwind before getting to bed on a school night. If after curfew we &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to talk to a friend we initiated the chess match that was determining how long we could talk on the phone. Ya see, call waiting wasn't available so us being on the phone meant no one could call the house! This game's degree of difficulty was greatly increased by the factor known as "a sibling". Now although curfews  are in place for my teenager to have him home at a reasonable hour during the week; it just isn't the same. With the addition of cell phone calls and texting, along with iPod touches with WiFi access to the Internet; my teenager isn't really "home" even after he walks through the door. Its not entirely his fault, we provided him the technology, he is simply using the devices placed in his hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These devices we introduced as tools for us as parents to offer more freedom. Freedom given because we can have instant access to them. In addition, technology is also a tool used to teach responsibility to our teens. Problem now is, it has also created a potential for disaster too. To combat the potential problems and overwhelming concept of "always on communications" we have added a technology curfew on school nights. This seemed like a viable solution that was pretty fair, I'd say. Again, I have no concept of what it is like being a teenage boy with all this "stuff" at my finger tips. Thank God, I went back to school to be educated about the technologies of the 21st century. I thought I went back to school to start a new career, I'm beginning to think it may have been just to have a hot clue what my kids are dealing with!! This curfew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; (no cell phone, no iPod, no computer after a certain time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;should provide an opportunity for him to slow down and relax before bed; thus improving his sleep. A bonus is actually having him "home" for a portion of the evening we us. Surprising to me was his reaction. He actually felt this to be fair. We had a long conversation that felt a lot less like Dad suppressing his son and more like a friend  honestly looking out for a friend. I think he got "it". I suspect he too found the continuous access his friends have a pain and this way it's  easier to blame his parents and their stupid rules. The alternative would be for him to ask his friends to back off, but that isn't easy for a growing teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though that went well...I am still struggling with how I handled it. My fear and concern for him as he continues his journey towards becoming a man is not going to be lessened by one success. In an effort to do right by my kids I am constantly questioning if I made the right decision about nearly everything. Which sucks! HaHa! Oh well, the next three to five years are going to be tough on me, I wonder if they will understand that; as this chapter of our lives unfolds. I hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was reviewing an earlier entry touching it up when I came to realize something else (A.D.D. Anyone?), SQUIRREL, what was I saying, oh ya, my conclusion was I want to be a writer! I love writing, its fun. I enjoy writing, proof reading and touching up a series of thoughts intended to make a specific idea complete. Whether it's current events, personal opinion, sports or random musings of a crazy person; it works for me. I find it easy to scroll out words and create something that will evoke an emotion of some kind, both positive and negative reactions are a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to write. Back in the early years of school, I think grade sevenish. Around juinor high was a big boom of writing for me, from poems to short stories, I wrote it all. Naturally at that age I wasn't confident enough to share my writing with too many people, you know, it wasn't cool. Now of course, the Internet provides a place for any goof ball with a thought running through their empty heads to rant. Hey wait a minute! Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Internet equals the perverbial Global soapbox if you will. But that in of itself also provides ME a place to "publish" my writing in a way that gets it out there, but protects the fragile ego of wanna be writer. The down side in this scenario is finding an audience not only consisting of family and friends! They are great and I appreciate their comments but touching more lives would be ideal. Right now, its more about if the bigger audience can find me, then me finding them. If they find me, great, but it is a slow ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've considered writing a book many, many times. Self help/motivational and fiction are my favorite to tinker with. I actually have a number of pages and parts of chapters started for a work of fiction. I basically have plenty of substance for book based on making lifestyle changes for a healthier life, due largely to my own personal reflection about my successes over the last couple years. How does one get published? How does it all work? Writing a column for a newspaper would be great too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For now I guess I'll continue to write here, in my World renoun Blog! Ha Ha. No worries, I am writing for myself, not anyone else. Without a doubt I'd like you have a large audience that I write to regularly, but I think writing for myself rather an audience will produce better quality reading material. Finding the audience will have to wait. I can be patient....at times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My Two Cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamie &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In particular, I am referring to the chocolate covered wonders found at your local Starbucks. Now, it should be mentioned that I am not one to promote the $5.00 cups of coffee or the pretentious way the patrons order a coffee or the insulting way they package up irregular shaped pieces of wood and&amp;nbsp;attempt to convince you they are in some way more special then other&amp;nbsp;deformed&amp;nbsp;pieces of wood you could stack (true story),&amp;nbsp;BUT&amp;nbsp;man&amp;nbsp;them pretzels are&amp;nbsp;goooood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I am sure other fine establishments make their own version of the breath takiing chocolate covered pretzels, however, there is something about the exquisite morsels found at Starbucks that has my full and complete attention. All Starbucks jokes and stereotypes aside, let's hone in on the beauty of this delectable&amp;nbsp;treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's worth noting the pretzels in question have three distinct layers of glorious goodness. First you have a salty, dry, crunchy pretzel stick; not one of those tiny little ones you can stuff a couple dozen in your mouth at once either (at least I can)! NO WAY! I'm talking a &lt;i&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;pretzel, about a half inch in diameter and a half dozen or so inches long! Then dip the pretzel into a vat of ooey gooey caramel so it envelopes the salty stick, so when it cools it forms a&amp;nbsp;thick, sweet, chewy protective coating for the precious salt inside. If that weren't enough, let's now take this already awesome snack and dip the sucker in milk chocolate!! Who doesn't &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; anything covered in chocolate?!? People eat insects dipped in chocolate, far beit for a pretzel to seem odd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What you are left with is this soft and&amp;nbsp;chewy yet, hard and crunchy, salty yet, sweet, taste and texture sensation in your mouth. At is all pulled together&amp;nbsp;with the silky sweetness of milk chocolate. WOW! It's an incredible blend of textures and tastes that is confusing and delightful all at the same time. Flavors seem to be war...yet...not. It isn't a sophisticated&amp;nbsp;culinary masterpiece (not sure the Starbucks brain trust would agree), but it is a fantastic example of how food can be a delightful blend of conflicting textures and tastes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All and all this not so unique treat is one of my favorites. One I have a hard time passing up when they sitting there waving at me through the showcase glass at my local Starbucks. Try one today! Take your time and savour the various simple components coming together in one tasty adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-9010735684535220835?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you haven’t watched the season finale of Survivor 19 and don’t want to know who won; DO NOT read any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say the season finale of Survivor last night has left a very bitter taste in my mouth to say the least. Considering I have never written about any episodes; I must say this one had an impact. Perhaps I’ll start another blog about Survivor next February and detail my take episode by episode. Hmmm. Whatever, back to the unfortunate events of last night’s finale. &lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or has everyone taken this “reality” show too far? Don’t get me wrong I love Survivor and watched every season; this reality show is still just a game, right? No matter how tough the conditions are or how real the social side of the Survivor is; it’s still a game of outwitting, outplaying and outlasting the other players. AH HA! I thought so, those statements would indicate this to be a game of some sort. There is the crux of my issue with this season’s outcome. Everyone on jury seemed to forget they were playing a game, nothing more than a silly game. Let’s be honest. Anyone who plays a game of any kind (whether they admit it openly or not) is willing to do what it takes to win within confines of the rules. I am NOT suggesting people are willing to break the rules or cheat to win, because I don’t believe that to be true or right. But taking advantage of the rules in play for any given game should be considered a well executed plan. No?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Russell did not win Survivor is a disappointment and frustrating too. I do understand the concept of social engineering and building relationships, however, having respect for someone who arguably played the game better than anyone in history has to be factored in. The fact that Russell essentially brought four Foa Foa members to the final four (minus Brett winning three consecutive immunities) against what seemed like insurmountable odds is simply brilliant. Whether you like Russell or not should not matter. I am simply looking at his cunning and ability to understand social dynamics better than anyone. He understood what it took to maintain his power in the game. He knew which people to use, he knew which people to discard and when. He was smart enough to quickly discover people’s weaknesses and use them to his advantage. He said it best when he was burning socks and empting canteens, “I believe I can control how people act, if I control how they feel.” Brilliant from a game play stand point. I know people will be going hog wild about my statements, questioning my integrity because of it but again that is simply sad and judgemental. Survivor is a game people! I believe Russell’s statement about who he is in life outside of the game of Survivor; an honest, loyal man with integrity. I also know I would not want to play a game with him unless I did my homework because he is intelligent and will be exploit my weaknesses. I know one thing, part of the goal as a coach is to impart knowledge to my athletes. One very important piece of information is to have the athletes to look for the opponent’s weaknesses and report them back to us on the sidelines. Once we have the information we plot a course to use those weaknesses to our advantage. I don’t recall anyone booing or hissing for using that information during the reality game on the grid iron?&lt;br /&gt;The problem this season was simple. The Gulu tribe was full of some very bitter and small minded individuals who were beat at their own game. It is REAL easy to sit in the first juror’s seat and pontificate about morals and ethics. Sorry Erik but you are a sad little man. Anyone who thinks they can claim a moral centre throughout the game of Survivor lies. Find a moment off camera and its not hard to plot in secrecy. Bottom line if Erik had not been removed from the game when he was he would have had to cross the bridge into “breaking his word” land at some point to make the final three. At least Russell was open and honest about his plans and created no illusions of how he intended on playing the game. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the bitter bunch…let’s review. The merge brought together 4 Foa Foa and 8, count’em 8, Gulu. Russell managed to eliminate 8 Gulu members (not single handed mind you, his cast of puppets were integral), no wonder Gulu members were so bitter. It was just discouraging that none of these apparent adults could not get out of the sand box long enough to see the game for what it was; a game. A game played masterfully by one guy. The fact that the entire Gulu tribe was on the jury after making the merge with 2 to 1 numbers should have been a tip off to them that someone in the game was a genius at playing the people like a first string violinist commands their instrument at Julliard. &lt;br /&gt;In the end Natalie won Survivor 19 and I hope she donates half her winnings to Erik, not because he is deserving for his game play, although his drama queen status ranks right up there. Erik’s caustic tirade may very well have cost Russell the game and delivered a million dollar cheque on a silver platter to Natalie. As history will teach us, season after season those players that flew under the radar and rode another player’s coat tails have been looked upon poorly. Natalie was a powerful pawn in Russell’s game. Its funny how all these jury members, sour from their early exit were blinded by these sour emotions, to the reality that was Natalie. They claimed her innocence for her and felt she did nothing. On the contrary she executed, possibly the biggest move of the game, Erik’s blind side, of course it is important to note this devious plot twist was orchestrated by Russell who sent his minion to plant the seed of doubt in to Laura’s head. Russell knew he had zero clout with Laura and was smart enough to send Natalie and not Mick or Jaison. Even in the little clip they showed of Natalie’s life in the game we see the point in time where she approaches Laura and says “I don’t trust Erik”, this led to his own tribe turning on him and sending him to seat number one on the jury. She wasn’t so innocent and quite frankly a lot more devious then she wanted to be seen as. Erik’s speech was so sad and sick, it made me want to kick my TV and it was at that moment I felt Russell lost. All the jurors who were on the fence, feeling they didn’t like any of their choices; sat back and thought “Yah, what he said!” and decided to vote for Natalie. Even Shambo; without a doubt Russell’s biggest pawn, he used her for as long as he needed her and discarded her; voted for him. She knew what happened when it was all said and done, but despite being used; respected Russell’s game play and understood it was a game and that Russell wasn’t personally out to hurt Shambo. It appears the most kid-like adult on the show turned out to be the most mature. Good on you Shambo.&lt;br /&gt;I think in the end Russell’s biggest problem was his arrogance. Although he informed everyone how he intended on playing the game, no one bought it. He should have announced his style to everyone once and let the chips fall where they may, rather than continually remind them he was “The Man”. It’s completely ironic how the game ended. Russell was accused of lying and unethical behaviours, however, he was 100% honest with everyone about how he intended on playing the game. He let the World know he planned on playing the game and did not concern himself with the inevitable collateral damage he would have to create to win the game. Interesting isn’t it? Russell was painted with the liars brush, yet he told them how he would do it, in the end he didn’t lie to them. In turn, their own arrogance, not Russell’s sealed their fate as spectators in this game.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is coming full circle. Russell was the victim of some individuals wanting to exact revenge because they were too arrogant themselves to believe he could play the game the way he said he would. They all had more than enough opportunity to vote his ass off the island, but their own egos blurred their vision of how the game would play out.&lt;br /&gt;The winner is Natalie, but the best Survivor in season 19 was Russell by a LONG shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-6184382527181716869?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iA0UIQf-IVhY8pzHOMOtK_p3Kjg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iA0UIQf-IVhY8pzHOMOtK_p3Kjg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EGBo/~4/qpT5iJZjeT8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6184382527181716869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399404&amp;postID=6184382527181716869" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399404/posts/default/6184382527181716869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399404/posts/default/6184382527181716869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EGBo/~3/qpT5iJZjeT8/losing-grip-on-reality.html" title="Losing Grip On Reality?" /><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452754513444304097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWjEc1onndw/SaMQcHt80uI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8inr91UwgIQ/S220/CSI+NY.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-grip-on-reality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMSHozeip7ImA9WxBSEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399404.post-1572011491142048832</id><published>2009-12-19T11:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:46:29.482-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T11:46:29.482-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends and Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Opinion" /><title>Christmas Music Is Awesome!</title><content type="html">Sitting here listening to some Christmas music. I love Christmas music. Not entirely sure why! After years of working retail you'd think the moment a single bar of Christmas music were to fill the air I would be sent screaming into the night!&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I love it. I feel so happy when I'm listening to Christmas music. I'm at work on a Saturday and working very, very hard; well I did. I got all my stuff done and some extra stuff too and I have a couple more things to complete before I go home, but for now I typing away.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm working alone I have the music CRANKED! Its pretty awesome! Actually makes the work not so bad? Bah, who am I kidding, it would be quickly ruined by an end user whining about some lame computer problem. For now I will sing along to White Christmas and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;We are all ready for Christmas too; which is a great way to get into the spirit. No worries about facing crowds and shopping till ya drop. Today we also have a Christmas Family gathering, which is also awesome. My day is filled with awesomeness apparently. Hey the music stopped; be right back………ahhhh that’s better, now where was I… oh yes…awesomeness! I know it’s a week early but my Mom’s family gathers when we can because the family is so HUGE. Although this is the first year it’s before Christmas; kinda weird, but I am looking forward to seeing my cousins. I think this will work out well. Christmas can be sooooo hectic that by the time we get to the offset Christmas gathering with my Mom’s family the holiday spirit can be long gone. At least for me it goes fairly fast, simply due to the manic state we are in from noon on Christmas Eve right through till the New Year; and for me, this year, it starts at 6:30am on the 24th (I work 8am to Noon). Today will be a great kick off to Christmas fun and family gatherings with still a week of rest leading up to the big days of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I have to run, complete some final tasks, check a few things and blow this popsicle stand! If I don’t manage another post then Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all. God Bless you and your families throughout the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-1572011491142048832?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;   This year in the frozen tundra of Winnipeg I think we were all caught a little off guard. Our weather in November was above normal and beautiful. Perhaps a false sense of &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s lots of time till Christmas&amp;quot; set in without any snow to speak of. I guess living in the snowy climate, as we do, creates a certain need for snow to inform us its time to get shopping. Sure there are plenty of people who start shopping earlier, however, in my humble opinion that&amp;#39;s  weird! I need the infusion of the Christmas spirit and the feeling of giving helps over look the crowds and think about the concept of giving. Its like having blinders on while shopping. Works for me!
&lt;br&gt;   I have heard a lot of the same things from my family this year. No one seems to know what to get anyone and are threatening with gift cards as last minute choices.  I don&amp;#39;t particularly enjoy gift cards, neither giving or receiving. A gift should be personal and as individual as the person receiving the gift. Why not just agree to not exchange gifts if all your prepared to give is a gift card? It&amp;#39;s just cash, no? I give you cash and you give me cash, let&amp;#39;s call the whole thing off and agree our gift cards cancel one another out! 
&lt;br&gt;   Well I&amp;#39;m basically ready for Christmas. A few things here and there to buy, nothing major. Feels nice to have found gifts for everyone that they will enjoy and appreciate, at least I hope. 
&lt;br&gt;   Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone.
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&lt;br&gt;Just a note for the new year: I will be starting a new Blog! Cooking will be the theme. My Twp Cents isn&amp;#39;t going anywhere, but just a separate space for some recipes I&amp;#39;ve collected over the years. They are awesome and most are simple enough for every day preparing. 
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&lt;br&gt;My Two Cents
&lt;br&gt;Jamie
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The day is dragging along at the usual snail's pace. Clickety clack is the predominant sound filling the air as my crime fighting (and by crime fighting I mean ridding the World of annoying Computer problems) co-workers type away on their keyboards. I presume typing about work…just like I am! Oh the funny I spew forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago everything seemed to be moving along nicely until a speed bump seems to have sent me off the rail. I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch. Seems simple enough and relatively harmless. He canceled on me, which in of itself isn't a big deal. I know he is busy and this is fairly normal for him. I've come to expect it more than be surprised by it.&lt;br /&gt;But, here in lies the rub. What impact am I having on people in my life? I tried to limit the drama to slightly below queen status, however, I simply could not ignore the facts. Time and time again I am being passed over for other events, people, or whatever better offer is looming on the horizon. Either I am a terrible person that nobody wants to spend time with or my loyalty and friendship is being taken for granted. I have to believe it is the second option; mostly because I know I am not a terrible person and quite frankly I am a good person, with integrity. So what gives? Is it that they are so comfortable with knowing I'm in their corner that little effort is required to maintain that bond? I guess the problem is, they are right. Loyal to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like one simple lunch, but it is hundreds of lunches, movies, parties or whatever I've invited people to in the past. It is just getting more and more difficult to find someone to say yes to a cup of coffee! I hear the same thing universally from people; "Ya, we should get together! It would be fun!" or "We should do this more often" or  "Call anytime and we'll set something up". But unless I call, I swear I would never hear from them again. So again I ask what is my impact on people. My impact must be so powerful that I must maintain consistent week to week contact with someone or I would never hear from them again?? My impact is in fact, non-existent. Apparently I make a lot of noise, but nobody is listening.It's truly amazing, if I make noise and stay on the radar nobody hears me, but if I go quiet everyone sits up and says what's wrong with Jamie and where did he go? Which would lead me to believe that as long as I am appearing okay everyone will simply go about their business and get to me when they have time. Here's an interesting piece of information…..if you don't make time for people (yourself included) before you know it years have pasted and you wish you had them back,&lt;br /&gt;Here's a news flash. I'm not fine! Unless of course you mean Frazzled Insecure Neurotic and Emotional, then fine I am. No worries though, I got it, I'm managing to work through it on my own. No need to squeeze me in to your busy schedule. Please don't misunderstand I'm not angry, I just have taken inventory and understand a few things more clearly, which of course should help resolve some of the lingering skeletons in the closet. My loyalty and integrity have not wavered. I feel very strongly about who my friends are. Rest assured I'm not going anywhere and when you have time, however long in to the future that may be, I will be in the same place you last saw me…..by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-8249352328633810691?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I have. It is amazing how hard we can be on ourselves when this happens. The expectations were high, although there was nothing supporting the notion that we could do it, but we believed! Then upon coming to the shocking conclusion that we aren't truly living up to the vision of grace and excellence we came to understand; we crash hard like a kid about an hour after his pixie stix buzz wears off. Why do we set ourselves up to fail? Because it is essential to actually achieving any level of success. Failure breeds success.&lt;br /&gt;I read this Michael Jordan quote that got me to thinking. All natural talent and amazing skills aside, MJ only reached his level of success by experiencing a lot of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I have missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot... and missed. And I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” Michael Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I found it to be a powerful statement on success. Without failure, at least some small ones, we can never actually achieve true success. Each failure teaches you something and provides and opportunity to improve. Embracing failures empowers us to learn and ultimately achieve success. The challenge is to accept failure as a tool and not a terrible event. A tool used to define the growth of a successful person.&lt;br /&gt;  Let's back up a little, only to reflect on the word failure. The word failure seems so finite and harsh. However, by definition the word failure isn't as abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nonperformance of something due, required, or expected&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a subnormal quantity or quality; an insufficiency&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words in the definition include; instance, nonperformance, an act. These action words break down the concept of failure to something much smaller, rather than the big picture feeling the word failure can evoke.&lt;br /&gt;  That's why I say failure is a useful tool. It marks a moment in time where I have a specific opportunity to learn something important. Of course, this is providing I am capable of looking inward to cease the opportunity instead of looking for others to blame or other excuses. This concept brings me to an import lesson. One I am learning as you read this. I have recently been struggling with my healthier lifestyle choices. Emotionally tough times have become a source of weakness and I am not defending myself very well.&lt;br /&gt;  Let's be clear, I haven't gained a pile of weight or anything. Surprisingly I am still maintaining, goes to show what a little exercise can do for maintenance! Any way, enough stalling. I believe lately my worries about my job and a shift in my parenting role (new teenager and daughter needing mom more than dad at this time) has actually caused some problems for me. I think I am feeling un-needed in some way. Sadly I have turned to food to console me, well really only one day in particular. Like an earthquake there have been some subtle aftershocks, but only one big shake up. It's a problem though, one I thought I had put behind me. However, I am here now to tell you this isn't a big deal (upon review of the event and subsequent detailed analysis).&lt;br /&gt;  I struggled for days with how I was dealing with this. I had a day of ridiculous food choices, all in the name of comfort. In my head, I pleaded with the food; Food make me feel better, please. I think the worst and most scary part of that day was the complete loss of control. I heard the rational voices in my head reminding me of the healthy choices I could eat, but it was almost like my rational voice had absolutely no effect on the actions of my body. Upon reflection, I truly felt scared by the events of that morning, how could I ignore the simple healthy choices?&lt;br /&gt;  As I made my way through that Saturday I seemed to regain my composure, slowly making my way back to sanity. In the past this type of eating would consume days and weeks; only to plant a small seed of habit to my eating practices. Over time those small little habits compounded one another and lead to my unhealthy weight. This time seemed different, a positive I need to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;  By Monday I was back to my exercise plans and re-focused on healthier food choices again. As a side note, I did not drop any of my exercise requirements, it was only my food/fuel choices that were effected by the break down.  That was a couple weeks ago and I am looking back on my failure with an open mind. I am trying to find the lesson to be learned, perhaps a road map to avoid the pitfall when it happens again. Let's not kid ourselves here, this is a life long battle, one that will consist of shining, glorious moments of triumph and moments of unfortunate feelings of failure. Those who have never struggled with their weight don't truly understand and I don't expect them too. One lesson I learned for sure is the idea that mistakes are a part of the journey to a healthier life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt;. I also realized something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super important&lt;/span&gt; Sunday morning......I didn't gain 80 lbs due to my unfortunate set back!! That's right folks, as frustrating as it can be to suffer a set back, it DOES NOT set us back to the start! Take it on face value, a minor set back. The key was to review what led up to the break down and determine what can be done to get in front of the problem before it becomes the same minor set back.&lt;br /&gt;  For me, it definitely would involve talking to someone. I have an incredible person in my life who is understanding and patient. I need to trust in her support. It will be hard, no doubt, because the embarrassment of feeling powerless to stop myself from eating junk as a meal is overwhelming. But that is my tentative plan when I begin to feel powerless and seek the comfort of food next time. She won't be harsh or degrading, she will just talk me through it and be available to help.&lt;br /&gt;  The bottom line here is simply this; don't let failures monopolize your thoughts. Focus on the successes and get back on track ASAP. The very next day is ideal. If its food for you, get back to the healthy food choices like nothing happened. If you skipped the gym a few too many times, when you had no good reasons to do so, get back there at your next chance (same goes for home exercising). Don't head back (restart a home program) thinking you have to work harder to eliminate the recent failure because you cannot eliminate the failure. You can only move on from  where you currently are. The focus has to be on what you are doing moving forward, not how can I erase what happened. Sadly we don't have any of those fancy devices the Men In Black have in the movie, that with the click of a button we forget the last few hours. That would be SWEET, but alas we have to file the experience under "Let's not do that again!" Moving on would be so much easier with mind wipe tool, don't ya think! Anyway.......&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for allowing me to expose a low point my life. It seems the writing almost always focuses on the success and leaves some feeling like I am no longer struggling or experiencing any sort of failures. I fail, but I learn, therefore success is found within every failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember, as I tell myself first, I can't expect to never fail. Failure is an opportunity to learn and moving forward is my only option. If I never fail, quite frankly, I'm not making enough attempts at being a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-4513621186946366686?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a great quote by Mark Twain. I received a great comment from a reader the other day. I KNOW...an actual reader! That is awesome, right! Okay enough goofing off, this is serious stuff and the readers expect more.......uh....let's move on, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The comment reinforced my decision to not allow others to impact my plan, as the Mark Twain quote says avoid those who belittle your plan. I appreciate the comment because it validates my feelings on the issue. Also it was a nice surprise to find out I'm not simply typing into cyberspace for the sole purpose of clearing out space in my head. Thank you very much to Ellen, who can be found here, &lt;a href="http://keepingitoffblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://keepingitoffblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; It's not that others (people I know) haven't spoke to me about my ramblings here in big, bad World of the Internet, but this comment came out of blue from someone I don't know and yet took the time to take interest in my dribble! I started writing to find some quiet comfort in the ideas and thoughts racing through my head, it can be soothing at times. Without getting this stuff on paper (sort of) I was constantly trying to remember an interesting thought or idea. I starting blogging with intent of finding readers and supplying them some entertainment and perhaps inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ellen also made an important point that I need to continue to do what I am doing and those who are ready to follow; will. That is a very true statement. I forget that at times. I so desperately want to have a positive impact on others; in my strive to help them achieve whatever they are on a mission to achieve, I forget I can't decide they should become the success I see. They have to want it or at least have a clue it's there for the taking. Most of the time the most important key to their success is only one small thing....belief. Simple belief that they CAN do it and more importantly, having someone else actually believe its possible; I truly believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we are all capable of ANYTHING our greatest supporter thinks we can achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I like being that person; someone who believes they can do it, who knows I may be alone in the cheering section, but I alone can help them succeed. I probably like being that person because it deflects from my own struggles with finding success, but that is a whole different topic and about a hundred blogs worth of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surround yourself with as many people who believe in what you are doing and success will come. A difficult reality facing those with doubt is; our daily lives are filled with saboteurs (intentional or not) and "surrounding" ourselves with believers isn't easy. I say, rather than waste too much time finding a whole horde of people; focus on finding one that will believe in you unconditionally. Someone willing to re-energize you when the daily buzz kills around you suck your potential right out of you. Nothing irritates small minded people more than someone having a dream or believing in something they can't possibly comprehend. With that I leave you this thought: If you want something, go get, it's yours for the taking. You own the potential to achieve it and it's time for you to shine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Two Cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-2223047457384741345?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You Lost Weight!</title><content type="html">Anyone who has read anything on this blog knows I have lost a lot of weight. I accomplished this through exercise and lifestyle changes. No secret formula, no magic pills, nothing but the same tools we all have at our disposal. As strange as it has been to experience people's reaction to my transformation; I think the most unexplained occurrence is that of mockery. Usually this happens among those who have only known me as I am today. The tendency is to poke fun at my eating habits and, here's the kicker, the type of food I eat! I don't understand. Even after they know the story of where I came from to where I am, they still joke about it. "All you do is fill up on vegetables!", which isn't true, but if it was I'm still confused...is that a bad thing? "Oh are you having a carrot stick for lunch?" This statement in itself should help me move on because clearly they don't pay any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; attention to my eating habits. I eat plenty of food, in fact, I am certain I eat more than I did before.” You eat constantly, mind you it’s just a cracker here and an apple there", okay…it seems that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; getting it, but not really. I eat "constantly" to fuel the metabolism; I am keeping the fires burning. Envision a car with only a five litre tank on a road trip across the country. How many times will the fuel tank of a machine in constant motion need to be filled? Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Next, the opposing reaction from those who have known me for many years; clearly these people only see what they want to see. When sitting down to eat with family and long time friends, I am constantly questioned about the quantity of food I am eating. "Is that all you're eating? You hardly ate a thing!”. Truth of the matter is I had a little bit of everything; I get the benefits of tasting all the great food without piling the food high on my plate to the point of breeching the plate's holding capacity. As I have mentioned in my blogs before the size of the plates is a major component to the problems society faces today. We start a meal with a plate big enough to feed two people from and proceed to fill it up with enough food to feed four. In certain cases, like times when there is dessert available after dinner, I will eat less dinner. If I am going to stop eating when I am full then I better save room for cake! Bottom line the stomach will stretch as far as you want it to. This is not healthy for your body or its digestive processes. One of the changes I’ve made is to NOT jam food into my pie hole until I just can't get anymore in. I eat till I'm full and stop, then eat again when I feel hungry, which can be as little as an hour later, depending on the healthy qualities of the food consumed. But again this continued attempt to have me eat more food in one sitting is frustrating. Spend a day with me and understand how much food I eat, then you will realize I eat plenty, just not all at once. But that would require an actual interest in what I have accomplished and how I did it.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; issue, is clothing sizes. I used to wear shirts that were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXL&lt;/span&gt;. Baggy shirts were better to hide the enormous guy beneath them. A while back I was shopping with my wife trying to buy a few shirts that would actually fit me and she continued to suggest I try on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; size. My mind was asking "Is this woman nuts, I can't squeeze into a small?!" I was still dealing with the move to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; and not mentally prepared for a further size reduction. I tried the small on and low and behold it fit! Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; fit either, comfortable fit and flattering! Who knew! I wear a medium in some styles of shirts and small in others. But Large is definitely too big. This concept never seems to get through to some people, myself included at times. It almost seems they are offended by the mere suggestion that I wear a medium or small? "C'mon you can wear a large. It's not THAT baggy." Then horrific phrase used in their defence is uttered "I like my clothes to be comfortable"…shudder…big clothes are the most unflattering thing anyone can do. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt;s of the World elongate the body and shorten your frame and more importantly make you appear much bigger than you are. I wore them because I had too and wanted to hide. The uncomfortable feeling being used as an excuse for proper fitting clothes is more in reference to not being comfortable with one's own skin or size than the clothes themselves. For us guys, I think a big part of it is linked to our ego. Big (strong) guys need to wear big shirts; if I wear an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XL&lt;/span&gt; then I must be a big, strong man! Sadly that is not true for most cases. I know I am stronger today than I ever was, yet I wear clothes that are smaller than I have ever worn, go figure! Now I like how comfortable I feel wearing a medium or small. But again the battle to wear the clothes I want, in the size I want shouldn't be a battle, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;For the most part none of above issues are things that truly upset me, but lately I have been taking issue with those same people complaining about their own health issues and desires for change. They are frustrated with my simple answers and lack of magic. Whoa, what, wait a minute….you are not happy with your health but you are more than willing to make fun of my lifestyle habits? Back up the bus amigo! Perhaps for just a second you should take the time to learn from me. Am I special in some way? I don't think so, but I DID change some very simple things about my lifestyle and have witnessed changes I would never have bet a wooden nickel on. So, my suggestion is shut your trap, buck up and take the challenge to make changes in your life! I've said it before, "If truly want to see change in your life you WILL have to make changes in your life." Usually the changes aren't easy ones either. Suck it up buttercup and realize change isn’t always easy or fun, but perhaps necessary if you truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to experience change.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess I feel my accomplishments are not having an impact on enough people. It sounds self centered, but really it’s the exact opposite. I want people I care about, quite frankly anyone really, to be healthy. The hard part is knowing what I have done is attainable by anyone. Again, nothing magically has taken place here. But, there was hard work and specific actions taken. My concern is how long it took me to figure it out and how I see others ignoring the obvious while maintaining the status quo, only to be frustrated and discouraged with their own health. They say, “Lead by example.” There is the rub; I continue to remain diligent about my own health while others around me continue to ignore theirs’. If my example is supposed to lead, how come the followers are few and far between?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to learn how to find the value in my own accomplishments and realize how much my own health is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-3664726626788413873?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We worked together and through the&lt;i&gt; glory&lt;/i&gt; that is Facebook they were able to lay witness to the changes I have made over the last year and half; through a photo I posted of my wife and I at a recent family wedding. The message came with an uplifting feel that reminded me how important my journey has been. Not just for me, but for those around me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still forget that the changes my body has undergone since March '04 are completely beyond the scope of what I thought was possible, and I guess the same can be said for people who have known me over the years; both recently and a long time ago. At my current age I have met a lot of people; and this lifestyle change has created a situation where so many people have&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; seen me looking like I do now. Because I have never looked like this as an adult! It's kinda crazy really. Looking back to my High School days some 20 years ago, my body was shaped differently and I weighed more. Not much more mind you; my current weight is about 20lbs lighter than my weight in High School. I can't honestly recall a time when I weighed the same as I do today, nor can I remember my body's shape looking the way it does now either. Also, I can honestly claim that I NEVER thought I could actually weigh less than 200lbs. The concept was foreign and unattainable to me just a short time ago. I didn't feel the need to be less than 200lbs either. In fact I always joked with guys that "You aren't a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; man unless you weigh at least 200lbs!" Quite a bold statement, from someone trying to make an excuse for being over weight. For me to now be well under 200lbs is shocking to me. It almost doesn't seem real. Whenever I do get on a scale (which isn't often) I still expect the much more than I see. I usually get off and step back on, thinking I must have did it wrong. I walk away from the scale shaking my head wondering if it is true. Luckily I don't own a scale so I don't have to worry about being confused ALL the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am still caught off guard by comments from people regarding how I look. Especially those I have known for so long and not seen in a while. They have known me for years and they only know one version of me and he is much bigger. From the age of 16 to 36 is a long time of meeting new people and building bonds of friendship. Some of those people I see regularly and others not so much. It is the ones I happen upon infrequently that are most astonished. They clearly have a specific memory of me and today's version just doesn't match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The interesting part of this is when someone I have met since the changes collides with someone who has known me for years. The frame of reference for my friends of many years confuses those who are new acquaintances and friends to my World. Naturally newer friends only know me as I am today (80 lbs lighter than before) and can't imagine me any different, whereas, my long time friends, family and acquaintances at a different time in my life couldn't imagine me as I am today. It's an interesting merger of mindsets that I am fascinated by. I'm weird, I know. I am student of people and that will never change. One group looks at me wondering where it all went and the other group looks at me and wonders where would it go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am encouraged by the thoughtful things I have heard from people around me. It reminds me why I took up the challenge...to regain control of my health. Its those comments and compliments that act as motivation to remain on task. Healthy, strong heart and active muscles. Two goals, one life. Simple enough? I think so. I keep it simple and don't sweat the small stuff………except when I'm exercising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Two Cents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-6377703630014960983?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I sure hope not!</title><content type="html">As I write this I am torn. Am I really a terrible guy? I don&amp;#39;t believe this to be true.  Some might think so, which is really unfortunate. &lt;p&gt;     There comes a time, seemingly annually now, when I feel forced to question my worth in life. I know I shouldn&amp;#39;t but certain events always put me in a precarious spot. I believe I make a serious effort to be a good person, perhaps too good. What I mean by that is; I consistently try to  accommodate everyone (except those seeking PC help). The problem is, from time to time, World&amp;#39;s collide and I am only one man and cannot be everything to everyone and additionally not everywhere at the same time. Its intresting how people don&amp;#39;t pick up on this. People and events get missed, mostly due to lack of planning and advance notice on the event planner&amp;#39;s part. Does it suck, yes, sure it does, but doesn&amp;#39;t life go on? &lt;br&gt;     But why is everything hinging on my appearance? Or at least made to seem that way? Why is the entire success and everyone&amp;#39;s chance at a good time resting on my shoulders? Am I that important? I hope not!&lt;br&gt;     I find myself feeling a great deal of pressure at these times.  If I am not available the event will be ruined! Which is absolute nonsense  Not allowing myself to be effected by this is something I need to continue working on for my own mental health. But the fact remains; if I respond that I am unavailable due to other plans and this causes the wheels of that party bus to come off, something is wrong. Am I right?&lt;br&gt;     I cannot and quite frankly will not believe that the success of the event and everyone&amp;#39;s happiness hinges on my attendance! Seriously?! Its just not possible. Nor do I want it to be. I know I&amp;#39;m not that important! That isn&amp;#39;t a negative statement either, I just don&amp;#39;t believe I can wield so much power over others state of mind. So why then, do comments and ill feelings projected towards me lend to the very notion that I wield this unwanted burden?&lt;br&gt;     I will boldly suggest that the problem lies on the otherside of the equation. I have written before about ownership of problems and the path to less stress is to assign proper ownership of issues. Only own your issues and ensure others own theirs. I think the time is fast approaching that my last unconquered frontier is dealt a harsh taste of reality. I cannot have ANY effect on the happiness (or disappointment) of others unless THEY CHOOSE to have my actions effect their happiness. They will have to own their unhappiness and NOT project it back on to me or others around them. Their choice to be unhappy or disappointed is an emotion they own and must deal with it appropriately. Least of which is trying to pawn the emotion off on someone else rather than feel it themselves and process it.&lt;br&gt;     Delve in to the feelings and realize no hurtful intentions exist and therefore a logical response would be to let it go and enjoy life and its glorious splendor. View the event as a missed opportunity for those not in attendance and a great time for those there. Its counter productive to constantly look at life based on what you don&amp;#39;t have. &lt;br&gt;     I cannot continue to allow others to assign their unresolved issues to me. Thus, projecting their feelings on to me, in an attempt to have me be the problem, to attempt to make me in to a bad guy. &lt;br&gt;     I truly feel I am doing a good job of taking care of my responsibilities in my life AND living within the choices that have brought me to where I am today. I don&amp;#39;t make excuses for my life choices nor do I expect anyone else to. I choose to find happiness in the choices, even the really, really tough ones. Are mistakes made absolutely, but moving forward is the only option. Moving back is impossible. &lt;p&gt;My Two Cents&lt;p&gt;Jamie  
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I built some very high walls around myself during some very low times in my life. MANY tried to break them down, many fought to bring them down. I wanted everyone to tear them down, I was to afraid to help them. The walls remained. I asked myself why me, struggled to understand why I was so trapped. It wasn't until I realized NO ONE could tear the walls down for me that things began to happen. They were my walls and only I knew where the weak points were. I had to do all the hard work, while everyone watched and supported me. Sadly I kept the walls up so long that the man that emerged wasn't the same. Not as fun, not as full of life, not as willing to be himself. I now struggle everyday trying to reclaim the man that built the walls, which means there is still one wall left. I forget it is there, because it is behind me. I remember it, conveniently, just in time to hide behind it when I get scared to expose my emotions (aside from frustration) or to be myself. It is a wall that only I can remove and I am still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;   Once upon a time I was a crazy guy with no off switch. Not necessarily a good thing all the time, but most of the time it was good. Once I emerged from the ruble of the broken down walls a timid, shy and guarded man stood in the wake. I see the wonder in my children's eyes when I just let down the guard for a second. That is the man they want to see and know. Why is it so hard to be free? Man that wall is high! Perhaps I should have went in to the concrete business...my walls are indestructible. It is that final wall that holds back a portion of my life. The frustrating part of that is how obvious it is to me and yet, I can't remember where I worked in the emergency self destruct button to bring the wall crumbling down. Maybe there isn't one? Maybe I never expected to knock this over? I have been chipping away at the wall brick by brick. Hopefully I haven't missed everything by the time it is down.&lt;br /&gt;   Funny thought. I used to act in school. There I am...up in front of the school, exposed for everyone to see.....loving it. Today I find myself paralyzed to do anything remotely emotionally exposing even in a small group. Even around people who love me. People who will enjoy the fun of it. Some who have never seen this side of me and others who remember it like a deceased family member. Simple games where by you need to let loose your shyness and be goofy, fearfully proclaim "I'M OUT"! I give in. I am scared. Scared to be exposed. Scared to have someone see me enjoying myself....even I can't explain it. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;   During a recent board game with close friends; I was required to tell an embarrassing story about my childhood or pay a penalty (relax...it was only moving back a couple squares). I paid the penalty. My immediate and only thought was please don't make fun of me. Once upon a time I would have jumped on the chance to be the comedic butt of the joke. But, "Take the penalty", fear said. Fear won. A few rounds later I was required to say something complimentary about myself and then those around the table would do the same until someone repeated something others said or couldn't come up with one. WHAT?! I was petrified and fear froze my brain and I wasn't able to compliment myself. "What no one agrees with my compliment, what if I think I am something I am not, what if, what if, what if. Am I that uncomplimentary? I hope not. The timer was running out. Fear shouts, "Pay the penalty or face the next person in turn not being able to think of something! That will hurt!" I paid the penalty. Thankfully a friend was willing to point out my oversights. He mentioned some compliments I could have used. Thanks. I needed that. Unfortunately fear won again.&lt;br /&gt;   Since writing the above post awhile back I have come to re-visit some drafts and stumbled on this one. I needed to get that off my mind at the time, it weighed heavy; but I never could decide if I should post it. I think it is important for people to know that someone who can appear in control all the time, really is quite normal and has fears too. Many times I have caught people off guard by saying I am shy and sometimes insecure. I guess I hide it very well and portray an illusion of confidence. I am confident to a point and about certain things, but others not so much. Also since writing the above, I have broken down additional parts of that final wall. I am becoming more free and willing to be an openly fun guy who is a little goofy. Let's face it, I am a goofball and love to be the go to guy for laughs and entertainment. I know I have more work to do and slowly, but surely, the Jamie I once knew is on his way back to the forefront. It will be interesting to see how some react, mostly those who did not know the original version of me, friends I have made in the last 5 to 10 years. They are more familiar with the closed off version, that is very guarded. Look out people the show is back on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is not a mistake by exposing myself to this degree. This post is a huge window into my insecurities. SCARY! Fear is screaming at me right now, but I am saying "Not this time my friend, not this time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-4261088146444079684?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is obesity and the alarming rate it has increased based on our reduced exercise or how much we eat?&lt;br /&gt;It never fails, I find myself in a food discussion with someone; mostly those defending their own weight or that of someone close to them; and they will never yield to the concept of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;calories in&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being a problem, said of course as they chomp down on a fast food treat. How can anyone be so blind? Well, look no further than the advertising campaigns of Big Food and Big Fast Food. With all the bogus and I mean BOGUS advertising about how healthy all this fast food is or how healthy all these pre-portioned treats are and how they are going to save your waistline; it is no wonder people are blind to the truth. The blinders are on and working very, very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I find interesting. Dogs have their own website (no they aren't running the web site) about stopping canine obesity! &lt;a href="http://www.stopcanineobesity.com"&gt;www.stopcanineobesity.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that dogs are suffering a similar fate of their masters. Even the Dog treat &lt;a href="http://www.pupperoni.com/Default.aspx?page=productDetail#1"&gt;Pup-Peroni&lt;/a&gt; has released a new treat specifically geared at counting the calories you give your dog. WAIT A MINUTE! I thought obesity had nothing to do with calories taken in and everything to do with a distinct lack of exercise!?! Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that dogs have seen an increase in obesity rates? Aren't we as the masters providing their food and lifestyle? Perhaps we should blame Fido's lack of gym membership as the cause of his extra pounds? Maybe fast-food? I suppose it is Fido's genetics? Living in an air conditioned World? I know, it has to be all that Big food/Big fast-food advertising brain washing our poor Fido? When was the last time you said NO to Fido when he was begging for a certain type of treat at the grocery store! Then there was the Air Bud product endorsements, how can dogs resist celebrity endorsements? Perhaps their sudden rise in obesity can be blamed on not being permitted to fidget, has anyone ever met a Border Collie? I knew putting a TV in Fido's dog house was a bad idea? Maybe it was the Video games? The Internet? High-fructose corn syrup? Artificial sweeteners? MSG? Social networks? Early weaning? Sleep deprivation? I think you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply a matter of us, the master, feeding them too much food. Calories in vs. calories out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course, you MUST exercise your dog so it can be healthy, but if you don't monitor the calories in your dog will get fat. Most dogs are active enough to keep their weight a healthy level, some dogs will need a little more work. Of course older dogs have a naturally slowing metabolism and need more walking. Hey does any of this sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it does! It is us! Humans. We too need to be active, not go to the gym six times a week active, but active. But MOST importantly we need to be more aware of the calories we are are forcing our bodies to work with. We need to learn to cook less to avoid the concept of "finishing" the food. I know most of us do not like throwing food away, with all the people in the World having no food, but I think it is more important that we cook less NOT eat more to eliminate food waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate will rage on, mostly fueled by those unwilling to admit they consume too many calories when they stop on the way home from work to pick food 3 or 4 times a week because little Timmy has baseball practice, piano lessons and homework to do and we just don't have time! Well read this, if you don't make time for your health, time will be the least of your worries. You MUST make time or you will lose more time in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-823574029378235285?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My goodness. Mini He has just turned 12 and when the hell did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big year this year. He started Grade 7, which means he left the only school he has ever known for the big bad domain of high school! Although he is only in middle school, his junior high school is housed within a high school, from 7 to 12 he is in the same school, he is on his own in a much bigger World. What a change from having complete input and involvement to being so far removed it is like he is schooling on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Mini He's mother and I are both working hard and keeping the lines of communication open as much as possible. Mini He is a really good kid. He has a great head on his shoulders. He likes to be crazy, but he understands what is right and what is wrong, we can only hope he sticks to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;I was faced with a HUGE situation this week, stemming from all things new this school year. Mini He is meeting new kids and I don't like it! I know it sounds nuts, but he has known the same group of kids for seven years and I just yesterday got truly comfortable with them! I kid, I have been proud of Mini He's choices regarding friends for a long time. He has a great core group of friends and I know their parents and I couldn't ask for a better group. So what is problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well this new boy has joined the fray and it is making me uneasy. I don't know what to do, trust him or string him up. I have been hearing this boy's name over and over for the past couple weeks and it makes me nervous. I haven't met him or his parents, I am out of the loop! Man it is hard. This new kid out of no where was asking to borrow Mini Me's coveted possessions and requiring us us to deliver it! Something in my brain snapped and I could not think straight. In one full swoop I could not get the idea out of my head that this new kid was taking advantage of Mini He's good nature and natural willingness to be a good person. The plan was for him to borrow the item and return it the next day at school. Sounds simple enough, right? I went crazy. The lecture was on (I really need to stop doing that) and he was in full weather the storm mode, firing back his standard response of "I know". It was horrible, I was horrible. Poor kid, both of them, were in my cross hairs. The feeling of complete loss of control was overwhelming. I needed to regain control over his life in some way. Very, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I was very wrong for losing my mind. Two days later (on his birthday) I was blessed with the opportunity to spend some unscheduled time with Mini He on a trip to the doctor's office. I took this time to apologize for my over reaction and to tell him I was sorry. You see, I think he can learn that although at times one may over react, it is very important to recognize mistakes and admit to them. I explained how I had not been fair to the boy and I also wasn't fair to him either. I expressed my sincere admission to being a little too protective. I tried to have him fully understand that I need to trust him more. Trust that everything we have tried to teach him as he grew up, he would continue to lean on. Trust that he would continue to be a good kid, be a leader in bringing new kids into his circle of friends and the whole time being sure to protect himself and the person he wants to be known as. I seems like such a large amount of responsibility for a 12 year old, but he is suddenly on his own for more than eight hours a day now. He has to get to class on time, he has to work hard in school and he has to co-exist in a school of hundreds all by himself. Scary stuff for both him and his parents. I, along with other adult influences in his life, have worked hard at trying to teach him how to be a good person and at some point we were going to have to allow our teachings be his guide, thus letting go.&lt;br /&gt;As a parent you can never really know when that day will come; the only thing that we can do is continue to prepare them for the big day. Mini He's progress to independence began long ago, but this new year in Grade 7 sure has been a rude awakening. After my conversation with Mini He on his birthday I feel we both learned something. I believe he understands that I love him (I do tell him that frequently) and only worry about him because of that love. Surprisingly I think he understands it in spite of my crazy ways! He knows I want him to be safe, happy and experiencing life. I am very proud of this young man, he has made good decisions thus far. I don't really see any reason for him to stray from his current path; mostly because he knows I will be monitoring his path fairly closely. I don't think that is a bad thing. Kids respond to EXACTLY the level you give them. If they are given a little room to make mistakes and learn; that is exactly what they do. If they are bubble wrapped and never aloud to experience the pitfalls and joys of making decisions then they always need your help and letting them grow up is much more difficult for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said being parent and raising children would be easy. And anyone who thinks it is has never had kids of their own. It just isn't the same if your blood isn't flowing through their veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-2232559306502103982?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That is about a summary of my life right now. My schedule is so full right now, but it appears I am not doing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night my grandmother; who has been in and out of hospital for the last number of months; has finally be accepted to a nursing home, where she will be better looked after. She has trouble moving around and has fallen so many times it is a miracle she hasn't died from injuries in these falls. The worst part is they are moving her today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Dad not feeling great (potential flu), coupled with his already challenging health issues he is not able to help. My Mom had a chemo treatment one week ago, so she is not available to help either. My sister is off to prepare grandma this morning for the move. I feel I should be there, but don't know how to be involved when I am tied to work. Not by choice mind you. Also I have not been able to get to see grandma during this trip to the hospital. It was said to me when I was being informed of the move to the care facility that "if I was inclined to go visit her" I would need to go there instead. "Inclined!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the conversation wondering if the theory goes that I don't think of grandma or her situation. Or that I don't want to or couldn't be bother to go visit grandma? Nothing could be further from the truth. I think about her daily and pray for her. Truth is I have two children (10 &amp; 12) who are starting school, one is playing football, shopping with them for the wedding (3 weeks away) and trying to share their time with their mom, so I am not exactly laying around deciding NOT to go visit grandma. It's not like she is facing a life threatening illness either. My days after work currently consist of planning a wedding, coaching football (2 practices,1 game), preparing for those practices and games, going to meetings, meeting teachers (start of school year thing), trying to find some time to exercise (selfishly taking care of my health), spending some time simply talking to my kids and heaven forbid a minute or two with my fiance to talk. Oh and let's toss in some need for relaxing. I haven't cut my grass in two weeks! My neighbors must wondering what is going on. Time is not a friend these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am spinning my wheels and nothing is being done. I am busy all the time but people are still not getting what they need from me. I spend so much time trying to keep a number of projects on track and people connected yet it all seems to be coming apart anyway. I am close to throwing in the towel. Take care of me and mine and leave everyone else out of the loop. I want to stop checking on people, dragging them along a path they don't seem to want to be on. My attempts to bring people together or make a difference in the World I live in is not working out at this point in time. I need to stop dragging people and find people that want to come along and have a vision for greater things. It's not like I am trying to convince people to do things that are wrong or will hurt them in some way! It would be so much less work and so much more would get done. I would also find myself with way more accomplishments than let downs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do right now! My life is loaded with so much stuff that I am having no available time for the unexpected. When things come up, I have to let someone or something down to do my part; something is left to suffer. Something isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry grandma for not being there today. I know you are in good hands. I am always thinking of you and I don't need to be "inclined" to go see you. We will see each other soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question is this...Am I the only person who struggles with finding the time to fit everything? Do other parents of pre-teens have the same challenges? Am I not pointing the right direction? I suppose I will figure it out. As usual I will have to figure it out on my own because the standard misunderstanding of ours truly is in full swing. Something must be wrong with how I do things and/or how it is delivered because the consistency with which I am misrepresented or mis-quoted or misunderstand is staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like I feel guilty and feel I should defend my position and you would be right. I do feel guilty, but I am currently clueless on what to do. My schedule is what it is. I know I created the schedule and I am lying in the bed I made. So for the judges out there, know I already understand my post screams guilty feelings and for the record I feel guilty. Finding a way to fix this is on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-5152144303220209491?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YZM-UgVCPLzndTFfB9UNCq0NYv4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YZM-UgVCPLzndTFfB9UNCq0NYv4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EGBo/~4/EXJ-IiLQc3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5152144303220209491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399404&amp;postID=5152144303220209491" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399404/posts/default/5152144303220209491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399404/posts/default/5152144303220209491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EGBo/~3/EXJ-IiLQc3Y/in-your-free-timewhat-free-time.html" title="In Your Free Time...WHAT FREE TIME!" /><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452754513444304097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWjEc1onndw/SaMQcHt80uI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8inr91UwgIQ/S220/CSI+NY.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-your-free-timewhat-free-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBSX85cCp7ImA9WxRTFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399404.post-7223903889627456032</id><published>2008-09-04T10:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:19:18.128-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-04T15:19:18.128-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cancer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health and Wellness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational" /><title>An Equation For Success In Life</title><content type="html">Talking with a friend got me to thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is a pretty amazing woman. The conversation with my friend revolved around the ups and downs of life. It is a fact that everyone drawing a breath in this World has something in their life that isn't quite right or down right sucks. The difference is one's reaction. It is amazing to me how people shun the concepts like the one depicted in movies like "The Secret". The basic premise being about the laws of attraction. If you have a "the World isn't fair" attitude you will attract more of the same to you and subsequently the reverse is true. Think and believe life is positive you will attract others of like mind. That is not to say that nothing bad will happen to the people who believe life is great, however they view bad things as opportunities to learn something. Of course bad things happen to everyone. But again it boils down to attitude. I have said it before but this seems to be an appropriate point in time to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it." &lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/charles_r._swindoll/"&gt;Charles R Swindoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Therefore our attitudes and reactions dictate the severity of life's twist and turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Mom. In the early part of this year our family had a bomb dropped on us. My Mom discovered she had Cancer. Our family was already working through the continued health struggles of my Dad, who is currently awaiting a kidney donor. The Cancer diagnosis was hard to understand. My Mom is a woman who is a model of good health and fitness. She went to the gym regularly, walked (40+ mins) home from work (even in the nastiest of weather) everyday, she ate healthy always choosing the extra helpings of vegetables and fruit, she wasn't overweight by any means, didn't smoke or drink, consumed loads of water and was a positive thinking person. So how does this strong, positive, healthy woman end up with Cancer? She just does. On the surface it is mind boggling. Mom did have some stress and stress can eliminate all of the hard work one does to stay healthy. My Dad's slowly declining health and the increased need for care of his Mom, Grandma, she was overburdened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that one would expect this story to be something of a why us, why me and Mom thinking why now? I believe things happen for a reason, there is something to be learned, usually the lesson is easily seen, but other times it really hard to see what the lesson is supposed to be. Here is where the amazing part kicks in. With everything that has happened and battling through surgery, chemo treatments and the general mental burden Cancer can rain down on a person; through it all Mom is a model of positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this year time and time again Mom and I have spoke about the things in life that are out of our control, referencing specifically our reactions to things that have happened to us. She has been a rock solid pillar of consistency. Once the diagnosis is made there is nothing you can do about Cancer expect give up control to the medical World to do their work. Mom has always tried to remind us that the doctors and nurses are the ones who she has to rely on and we need to support them. She has been praying to God to have Him present to do His work while she is in the hands of the medical staff, as have I. Praying He works through those caring for her; so they can be at the top of their game and able to perform at their highest level. Give up control. Once you give up control you are able to focus on the things in life that are important. Family and friends. Living life, finding the good all the blessings around us. Mom embodies these ideals and I look to her as a reminder that life will throw us curve balls, but it is our duty to stand in there and keep swinging for the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it is interesting how people are so easily sucked in to the vortex that is negative thinking. Yet someone facing the scary World of Cancer, Mom, can wake up each day and remember how good her life is and make that her focus. Even the daunting task of wading through the seemingly endless stream of chemo side effects doesn't get her down. She battles each day. She does as much as she can and then a little more. She walks as often as she can and eats lots of food in differing variety to ensure her body is not overwhelmed by the treatments. This is something she controls, her willingness to NOT sit on the couch and wait for it too pass. Sure there are some pretty rough days, but she battles through with the idea that on the other side is a good day that she can take back control. Resetting her goals with each treatment and each day to ensure her battle is hard fought from start to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is safe to say my Mom is an inspiration to me. She looks for life to hand her roses and when it doesn't...she accepts that, but quickly returns to the place where she expects roses again and moves on. Admirable I think. Mom doesn't worry as much as one would expect her too. I know there are those out there who will quickly pounce on my simplistic analysis saying, "she doesn't show it but she worries" and to that I say...I AGREE! Surprised? Don't be, I am not so naive to think she wanders around oblivious to the reality of her situation, HOWEVER, I believe, correct that, I know she worries a lot less than others around her. She also doesn't put a lot of weight in the usefulness of worrying and I stand up and applaud that. Worry creates stress. Stress sucks. Mom is very good at allowing others to own their own worry without it affecting her. Again admirable and might I say impressive. She often reminds me to allow others to bare their crosses and not carry it for them. Reminding me that THEY have to work through it on their own terms if at all. Insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something I've learned and that I wish to impart on you is that when something sad happens, we must remember that OUR life must continue in a forward &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;progression&lt;/span&gt; because we can't change events once they have already happened and to remember we CAN change the future, yet the only way to change the future is to move forward. Without forward movement we are standing still will the sands of time continue to fall and life passes us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Attitude keeps me going or cripples my progress. It alone fuels my fire or assaults my hope. When my attitudes are right, there is no barrier too high, no valley too deep, no dream too extreme, no challenge too great for me.” Charles R Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be sad, hurt, and feel grief; that is normal. No one would suggest being emotionless. Just avoid the negative connotations associated with sad events, avoid letting the anchor of grief to be attached to your ankle, avoid allowing the 10% (what happened) to become the focus and let the 90% (our reactions/attitude) be the focus. Take on the challenge to find the positive lessons, being negative is easy, but finding a positive purpose takes hard work and dedication to the goal of controlling our reaction. Something can be gained from each and every sad or bad circumstance we experience. Find the positive and let that help you cope with your sadness and be your stepping stone to move on. Learn from the experience and walk away confident you are a stronger more powerful person for the struggle you are working through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom for your dedication to the goal of living life and finding focus on the good things in life even while facing extreme conditions that would otherwise cripple some. Thanks for being strong and unbending in your request that we not worry about things beyond our control. Also to remember that it is what it is, and that Cancer should not control us. Thank you for being positive and finding ways to work through your battle so that you are a survivor and not a victim. Thank you for being an inspiration to anyone who has the ability to be inspired by someone who works as hard as you do. Thank you for facing your battle with a smile on your face and the determination that your life is not about Cancer it is about so much more. Thank you for allowing others to cope in their own way, but not letting others bring you down when they struggle. Lastly, thanks for being a Mom to me, it has been your outlook during this challenging year that has given me confidence to continue living a positive, happy life. It could have been very easy to get swallowed up by it all, but you provided the support I needed to believe in the way of thinking I use to deal with curve balls life throws at us...we all have to move forward and stay focused on life. We have great lives to live and if we don't live them, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-7223903889627456032?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Considering my own adoption of a healthier way of life it has lead me to understand a few things about goal setting a lot more clearly. Due to my lifestyle changes, which include exercise, I have lost more than 45 pounds and apparently that is a lot. Really? I didn't notice. But why I didn't notice is the intriguing part of this whole thing. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters we don't have a scale at home so monitoring my weight isn't possible. Which leads right into the main point...why would watching my weight be my goal? Aren't goals supposed to be something that can be reset continuously to achieve long term success? Of course they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improper goal setting is a huge oversight. Goals set incorrectly only set you up to fail. The goal should not be weight loss, it should be a healthy lifestyle, because the bonus side effect of a healthy lifestyle is your body's natural order of things reducing your weight. Essentially the side effect of your goal is weight loss, but it is not your goal. Without a healthy lifestyle our bodies are in constant defense mode, trying to figure out whether we are living or dying. With all the crap we stuff into it and in the excessive quantities we consume food; combined with the complete lack of any discernible exercise to speak of; the body does what it thinks is necessary to keep us alive. Unfortunately with so many poor signals from us on the outside the inside eventually ends up killing us anyway. By producing a healthy, ALIVE environment through proper eating habits and exercise your body will respond accordingly. Know this...exercise is simply achieved with the elevation of your heart rate for about 30 minutes cumulatively a day; three to four times a week. Not six, two hour sessions at the gym a week. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We ALL have 30 minutes cumulatively in a day to dedicate to our health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being healthy is a lifestyle for a lifetime. Making your goal to lose weight is like putting a band-aid on a gun shot wound, it won't work. Becoming healthy will not only heal your ailing body it will also shed weight. It is about setting goals that create desired side effects not goals that are the side effects. Here is the kicker! A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BONUS&lt;/span&gt; side effect of being a healthier person is losing some unwanted weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if the goal is to "lose weight" people are doomed to fail. Because all the work they do is designed to lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this...If the goal is weight loss then once you achieve your goal what is the next step? The goal is now accomplished and how do you reset the goal of losing weight if you have already lost your goal weight? You can't continuously make losing weight your goal. Worse case; once the weight is off you stop doing the things you were doing to lose weight and gain all the weight back and then some! If the changes made to lose weight are not something you can consider a lifestyle change then you will not be able to sustain the diet indefinitely. That is why diets don't work. Your miracle diet has you jump through all the hoops, take all the pills, drink all the shakes and commit to doing everything EXCEPT taking the time to get in tune with your body and letting it manage itself. For what? You lose 80 pounds in two months and you are "cured"!! So you stop taking the pills, stop drinking the shakes and stop jumping through the hoops and surprise, surprise the weight comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss can be fickle too. The natural plateaus of weight loss can be a killer to the motivation and cause disappointment. If the results aren't there each time your feet hit the scale it is tough. If the goal is a healthier lifestyle then that goal is ongoing and you are never truly finished. You can then continue to refocus your sites when you are feeling bored or unmotivated. Remembering your goal is health makes it easier to kick yourself back into to high gear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being healthy has benefits that can been seen everyday, all the time. So, if the goal is overall health, including weight loss/management, it creates a healthier body and allows the body to do it's miraculous work with more ease. Starting with exercise producing better blood flow, which benefits the body from head to toe. Increased blood flow from exercise aids in reducing the risks of a boat load of cancers; not to mention making you feel good. Your brain is healthier with increased blood flow causing you to be more alert and thinking more clearly. Happiness is much easier when we can think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cartoon at the start of this blog. It speaks directly to all those out there who "don't have time" to exercise. The "inconvenience" of a commitment to exercise and your health is minor when compared to the time commitments of death. Your health HAS to be a priority. If not now, when? When you are retired? Hopefully you make it there without falling apart or worse dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pencil in exercise and self awareness into that busy schedule of yours. Considering tomorrow never actually arrives putting your health off until then is not a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-815748218613294134?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was once again battling with the same demon I spoke of in a previous post where a &lt;a href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-want-success-conviction-will.html"&gt;co-worker was minimizing the efforts of my work to be more healthy or in the narrow minded sense &lt;a href="http://fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-want-success-conviction-will.html"&gt;"lose weight"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; I came away frustrated and confused as to how I could be so bad at cracking this tough nut. I am not in it to "lose weight"; I am making lifestyle changes to be healthier. A fortunate byproduct is I have lost a bunch of weight. Funny how that works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone call. I was trying to get a birthday wish out to an old friend. Someone who has always been a big supporter of me in anything I did, good or bad!! He was in a rush and had me call him. I was talking to him and he was noticeably excited; he then mentioned this new endeavor him and his long time business partner were starting up. "The website launched today!", he proclaimed. I promptly went to &lt;a href="http://www.marnismagic.com"&gt;www.marnismagic.com&lt;/a&gt; to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say...perfect timing! I was immediately picked up off the mat and back in the game. You see Marni has been an outstanding success in teaching leading business people how to right the ship. Take a mediocre to failing company and infuse it with life and vitality. Turning the company around and showing how to believe in their ability to be great. Naturally this incredibly infectious spirit of hers rubbed off on the staff she encountered and she was often utilizing her gift as a business coach in the life coach arena. I have personally worked with Marni and have watched her in action. OUTSTANDING! She is genuine in her commitment to showing people the power that lies within them. Thus raising them up to achieve greater things. Marni, along with help from her supporters, has launched a program where she can better focus her skills. As a life coach Marni will have the ability to touch more lives in a profound and powerful way. I was very excited about the &lt;a href="http://www.marnismagic.com"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt; and look forward to hearing the amazing stories of how her work changes lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.marnismagic.com"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt; was a great highlight to my day. It reminded me that my work is not done and that I have to constantly re-focus on my accomplishments to motivate me to move forward. Someone in my path to being a better me, will be inspired by what I am doing and that is a HUGE motivation. Thanks to Marni for pumping me up and she wasn't even trying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone who is reading this post to make their way to &lt;a href="http://www.marnismagic.com"&gt;Marni's Magic&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself what she can do for you. I believe she can do wonders to help you find the confidence you are looking for and realize your full potential. Marni has the magic and wants to show you how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399404-6739907426674858670?l=fivestarthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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