Off on a tangant, she is....

So....it is, as I look to the right-hand corner of the bottom of my computer screen, 2:55am. Needless to say I am awake! Dude, last night I was....well, I don't remember what I was doing, but I was up really late doing something, so I didn't wake up til about 1pm Tuesday afternoon. Yes, I know how unhealthy it is, and my mother infact scolded me for being so lazy. I didn't mean to though! My alarm didn't wake me up, if it hadn't have been for a text from Kaitlyn, I would've been sleeping til I had dance at 5:30! I was that tired. So I get up, take Bentley, my precious Australian Shepherd, out for her "morning" pee and poop then go inside and try to figure out what to eat. What do I eat at this time? If I eat lunch did I technically skip breakfast? I don't think that makes sense in real life, but in my mind earlier, it sounded like a a debate beginning. I eventually settled on Special K and a fruit cup. Now, I'm not one of those girls that are all "I'm so fat, I freakin need to lose ten pounds by tomorrow. Ew look at my body." Cause, I've recently realized something. I am me, and no one else. And since I am me, I don't have to be what other people are. I can just be me, and rock what I got. So, I decided to just be the best me I can be! I know that's a lot of captain obvious statements, but it was an important step in my self-confidence and outlook. So now, I'm not trying to be a size 2, or even near it, but I'm trying to be healthy and a good steward of this great body God has allowed me to have! Actually, let me tell ya'll a little personal story about myself.....
When I was two weeks old I was adopted. My mom and dad left me at the hospital cause they were too broke to abort me....true story. So, some Korean(I am not Korean, I was just born there) man paid for my hospital bill and took me in as a who knows what, but if I hadn't have gotten the runs, I would have been sold into prostitution. Not kidding. I wouldn't have lived though, because after a few check-ups with my new parents, Rog. and Marie, they discovered I had Bli-ariatrisia(I know I spelled that wrong but whatever), I was missing a bile duct. I'm not going to get into the technicalities of it(mainly cause it's a lot of medical termonology that takes too long to explain at 3am but also, I don't remember it), but eventually they gave me one of those things and a new liver to match. At that time I was 14 months old. So quite honestly, I'm blessed to even be alive! I shouldn't be, if you think about it. But apparently God has an important thing for me to do in this world. I just dont know what it is, yet. But if I think about my history, I am really fortunate to have what I have. Imperfections at all. Cause almost 15 years later, I'm healthy and living. And that in itself is a grand thing. I don't know, I may have and probably still will complain about my size a lot, but it'll always be a neverending battle. For now, I'd just like to enjoy where I am, shut up about my weight, and strive to do better so I may improve MYself. Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to write at all.....but it came out....so there.
Hope I didn't bore you with my life story, and I'll write about what I was going to originally write about here in another blog....if I'm not too tired.....
-LizzieB