In which I rail against abortion and bad 90's soft rock...




I like this one because it looks like Elly doing her 'badger hands'



I was listening to Everlast "What's it's Like" (so 90's, I know) as I was doing discharge summaries yesterday.

Which made me think about abortion.

Oh yes, even though I promised to keep off the politics until 2014, we here at TSC made no pledges that we actually mean to keep.

So...abortion.

In the Everlast song, it talks about a girl who got pregnant by a jerk who abandoned her and she went to an abortion clinic and people were heckling her and the band says "God forbid you ever have to walk a mile in her shoes, because then you might really know what it's like to have to choose".

It kind of made me mad.

Because everyone that has a baby knows what it's like to choose.

And this made me realize that I am one of those babies that most people would have considered a hard choice.

What  I am saying is that I'm lucky to have the mom I have. I think a lot of other women would have aborted me.

When my mom got pregnant with me, she was 22 years old. She had 3 kids- David was 2 1/2 years old, Danielle was 1 1/2 years old, and Erin was less than 6 weeks old the day that my mom found out I was coming.

She had just had 3 c-sections in less than 3 years.  

The doctors were telling her it would be pretty dangerous to have any more.

My dad; a pool plasterer, was working seasonally at that time. That january morning when she told him about me, I'm pretty sure he wasn't working. (and he had an asthma attack when he found out) and; with the vantage point of age, I have come to realize that they were just two young kids, trying to keep it together. Moving alot, no significant support from family- on their own.

I don't think abortion ever entered my mom's head.

We're Mormons, after all. 

But who would have blamed her? How many women would have made a different choice...a choice dictated by health concerns, exhaustion, and near poverty? How many women would have said "I can't afford it, my health can't take it, I can't be a mom to 4 kids under 4"?  

So, Everlast, I think it's fair to say that my mom really knew what it was like to have to choose.

I am glad she chose me.

Lori Ann

Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Ok, so... yesterday I walked 4 miles on the treadmill. 86 minutes. Not the best time, I know.

But, it's twice what I usually walk and I did half of it on an incline.

Luckily for you, the paparazzi took this picture. Or maybe Danielle showed up to do her crazy fast elliptical workout and I screamed "take a picture of me for my blog!"- it could be either scenario, we'll never know for sure.

And while this is possibly the LEAST flattering picture of me I have ever seen (my arms...holy hannah, my arms!) I felt like it was important to put it up.

Because I am working really hard. I've lost 129 lbs from my all time high.

And TSC is all about celebrating success, baby!!

The next walking/running pic you will see of me is of me wearing ONE OF THOSE NUMBERS on my shirt (I am a little excited for that, if you can't tell) in the COLOR RUN on Oct. 5th!

Feel free to leave your jealous comments in the space provided below:)

Lori Ann



That may be all I need

My walk home from church on Sunday and Other Random Stuff:

 A Picture Post

Our church is on a back country road

Raspberries and morning glories?

I love the cathedral trees!

Nothing like a nice, sweaty selfie

My dream house. I wish I had gotten a closer picture. It's got a Mennonite star and everything!

And now on to the random other stuff:

Here is how I am monitoring my workout goals. When I complete either C (cardio) or W (workout) I move it from one side to the other. Pretty sweet, eh?

This is my favorite quote ever. Well, it's my favorite motivating quote, anyway. My room is kinda covered in quotes. And pictures...

Like this. It's my closet surrounded by pictures of my sister's kids (and cats), quotes, and twinkle lights. Yeah..I'm still living dorm style. Because I'm classy like that.


Anyway,

Lori Ann

p.s.- TODAY is Harry Potter's birthday!!! Happy Birthday to the BEST BOOKS EVER WRITTEN!!

And runnin', runnin'





Today I have:

Made cookies for my coworkers. (peanut butter with hersey kisses)

Walked 2 miles

Worked out with my trainer

Read the first 4 articles of the Constitution

And it's not even 9 am.

I believe this is what they call a manic episode.

Let's see how long it takes me to crash!

Lori Ann

You're yes then you're no

My mind is not as stable as I like to see it lately.

My thoughts are kind of all over the place.

But I think it's in a good way.

I have days when I feel like I should be one of those people who gets up at 4:30, works out for 2 hours, goes to work, then stays up late reading classic literature, only to do it again the next day.

Then on other days I think "This is the perfect life for me. Working, coming home and watching the news for two hours (I LOVE the news) and having a semi healthy dinner, then reading trashy novels and going to bed early"

This mental instability has been pushing me in weird directions.

For example:

I walked home from church yesterday. Almost 3 miles. Under the threat of rain. Because that's what motivated, go getting type people do. Plus, free cardio on a Sunday, right?

Then I took a 4 hour nap.

Yesterday I was eating mambas and drinking ginger ale straight from a two liter.

Today I am starting a week of protein shakes only fasting.

It's back and forth.

Some weeks I go to the gym 5 times.

Some weeks I only go once.

I lack the ability to regulate my life. I tend to go from one extreme to the other.

But sometimes I think that's not a bad thing.

I don't know.

Lori Ann

*now I am obsessively looking up bikes. I just really want a bike. I wish we had bikes lanes like Europe. And hot guys with accents*

In times gone by

Best. Surprise. Ever. 

Happy (early) Birthday to my amazing sister.

 (I hope you like this better than a ruffled bed skirt from Target)

Lori Ann

3...4 better lock your door

So, I saw this last night...

Oh my gosh. 

Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh. 

I am never letting my nieces and nephews play hide and seek (or the even more sinister "hide and clap") EVER AGAIN!

Lori Ann