Tell Me Where is it Written What Iam meant to be?

My life has gotten so exiciting lately. This is what I fill out hour after hour, day after day I just sit here at the computer creating marvelous lists of why I am so fabolous. Obiviously employers don't read my blog or else they would know how goal orientend, company orientend, and focused I am. I look at these growing days of endless application process as a humbling lesson. For all of those times I had two or three jobs and I would say to myself one day I am just going to relax and do nothing. When in reality I realize that doing nothing is like a cancer for my brain.





I am nervous. I feel the old food cravings come back. I've lost the moviation to excerise and leave the house. I have become the Boo Radley of the neighborhood. Floating around scaring small children, and the neighbors seem to all talk about me. (Paranoid? Me? Totally false!)





But its time to focus on the real reason why you tune in to the Blake Got Fat Show...





The One








The Only








The Truly Sensational Moment of The Evening...

The Bridget Jones Moment!

Weight: 212

Steps Walked: 5608 or 2.9 miles

Minutes worked out:20

Breakfeast:
A bowl of Frosted Flakes

Lunch: Strawberries and yogurt

Dinner: Lean Crusine of Chicken and Brocoli


Snacks: A bowl of airpopped popcorn without salt or butter. A piece of chocolate, A fudgesical


(2x) cause I can't help myself the healthy choice is too dang good! In your face Kroger brand!

Where is it Written?

So why didn't anybody tell me how awesome this show was? Caught the last two episdoes and went Woah!

I think I need to be on here don't ya think?

After You've Gone..and left me crying...

This was me today. So after the coolness of graduation, moving, and my Old Faithful incident life here has gotten kinda boring. Wait. I take that back. I was so bored that Momma Joye distracted me with The View and snuck out of the house so that she didn't have to entertain me anymore. I guess the constant questioning of "Where you going? Can I come to? Huh Huh Can I Momma Joye Can I?

In case you were wondering I apply everyday for three hours online peddling myself on the virtual realm. "Hire ME! Pick ME! I'm CUTE! I'm fun!" I'm like a hyperactive hypoglymic child who just had a candy bar.

So after moping around the house I finally got my lazy butt outside. So I went for a hike. Thinking that I was suddenly blessed with the same hyperactive genes as my sister and father I realized two minutes in that I am a casual jogger/old lady power walker what's even stranger is that I am okay with it.

Who knew?

So if you are there at work, reading this as I go running around the neighbor figthing the urge to go purge at Farr's Ice Cream (Cause now that I don't have to make it I crave for it nightly.) think to yourself.

AM I REALLY THAT BORED?

NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR....

THE ONE

THE ONLY

BRIDGET JONES MOMENT!

This was me earlier today watching The View.

Weight: 210!

BMI:30

Steps walked: A lot (Pedometer went MIA during the move)

Water: 5 ozs

Breakfeast: Yogurt (4oz)s

Lunch: A open faced Tuna Sandwhich

Dinner: Chicken, Strawberries, Aspargus, and watermelon!

Snacks: A sugar free fudgesical, handful of chips, prunes, and jello.

P.S. Denise gets the BLAKEGOTFATMOMMA award for being awesome!

Mother Dear I Love You So...

For Mothers Day I finally got the chance to log in and create a little something special here on Blake Got Fat. My mother is my number one champion in this journey for weight loss. It was her that said yes you can instead of yeah keep dreaming fatso.

I am so grateful the Lord said to her "He's a little special and defective but I think you are going to like him" and she has kept me around for awhile.

On a totally off topic interuption. Karma rules! So my Dad has been given me grief about Old Faithful in the backyard and the lost keys etc. Well I went to church came home and he attacked the main sewer line. Mine was a temporary fix. His? Not so much. Hum..karma gotta love it...

Now back to mothers

I love my Momma Joye! But I was thinking today during Sunday school about all the others who have helped me, taught me so much this year. So if you don't mind I am going to honor them for their stand out acheivement and give them the first ever Blake Got Fat Momma Award! (I'm not calling my momma fat its just the way the award sounds its our first year give us some time)

To Second Mom Ms. Holli: Thank you for your friendship to my mother. It is this friendship and love that teaches me about strong friendships and people to turn to when times are rough.

To my Aunt Pam: She is a wonderful person! Her laugh and geniune care about me through out my entire life has made me feel so special to be her nephew.

To my Aunt Jill: I love my little aunt! Thank you for always being there for me and letting me go with you everywhere, for those long Grey's Anatomy talks while we hike, and most importantly for just being you!

To My friend April: This last year I have witnessed your strength and determination and geniune love for your family. It has not been easy for you and while I wish I could say that I was the one that gave you comfort you were the one that taught me the value of grief in a person's life, to look for ways to serve. I am so grateful for you.

To My friend Alli: For a first time mother whose baby is constantly fighting for his life, it is you that has shown me that motherhood can be done with grace and strength. Each day you fight for your child. Each day you learn about a different aspect of human suffering but you remain hopeful. To you I must say thank you for teaching me to be hopeful and postive when days are rough. I cannot begin to complain.

To My Grandma Dar: If anyone has taught me to be a better human being it is you. Grandma Dar has taught me the most important lesson. To give yourself first. To give a little wether it be food, whether it be your money, or most importantly yourself. To always think of "what can I do for others instead of myself" and also to laugh. Selfless is the lesson I learn from you.

To My "Grammy"- Ms. Holli Mom- Taught me the power of prayer. At Harry's funeral I had the rare chance to listen to her pray. If I could pray with such love and devotion, and hope I would be so ever grateful.

To Amy: Thanks for being the number one Blake Got Fat Fan!

To Kathy: Thanks for all the Laughs at Aggie Ice Cream and being one of the best bosses! I miss you everyday!

To all of you who has said hello, cared, given, spoke to me I love you and wish I could spend more hours talking about how you have helped me on my weight loss journey!

Bridget Jones Moment:
Weight:215
Water:2 oz
Breakfeast: 2 bowls of Lucky charms
Lunch: A half of tuna fish sandwhich on Sourdough.
Dinner: A hamburger, baked beans, watermelon, strawberries, honeydew and a piece of my awesome aunt Robins cheesecake. Plus a million pieces of carmel corn.

Its time to start up the south beach again.

LovE!

I'm Sorry So Sorry..

Things have been a little outdated lately since I've moved home to Ogden. After trying to get adjusted to the Bungalow, job searching, and getting on the internet its been hard to post! I miss all of you!

Things have been going okay. Trust me. When I get more settled its going to be a everyday show again!

Look at Me I'm Blakee B..

I had quite the day yesterday. I started moving into the bungalow and being the nice person that I am as you can see by this lovely photo I mowed the lawn. Well buried deep with in the lawn lay a terrible secret. A hidden spigot for water. Well I didn't know that there was a hidden spigot for water and sheared it off. Needless to say I had a miniture verison of Old Faithful in the backyard. In all of this ballyhoo (don't you just love the word ballyhoo) I locked the keys inside the house. So I'm going to Park City to go get them.

But better news.

I am 213.6!

There is hope!

Bridget Jones Moment coming to you tonight!

Sorry for the delay folks. I am adjusting to being a grown up and edumactated.

Cause I got me graduated you know.

I think I need to go back

My Name Was Called

(This isn't me in the picture)

Some thoughts on Graduation

I didn't know what would be done with me.

When my name called.

All I could think of was how grateful for the English gentleman who actually read my name right.

Did I smile? All I could think of shake the mans hand and smile.

Did I smile?

The only words that could out of my mouth were "Thank You"

Walking down the ramp.

Sitting down.

Four years for two minutes.

Do I feel educated?

Am I done learning?

Feeling awkward.

Smelling the wet cardboard.

Rain.

Rebirth.

Commencement.