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I've lost 148 lbs and am very proud!  Thank you Jesus!!

It's been soooo long since I posted an update.  That's because I'm still stuck at 140 lbs lost.  This Sat is my one year anny and I can't get the scale to move, but I am pleased with my loss so far.  It's been a difficult but worth it journsy.

ELVIS PRESLEY CAKE

 

1 pkg. white cake mix                                          

1 (8 oz.) can crushed pineapple with juice

2 c. white sugar

1 (8 oz.) pkg. cream cheese

1/2 c. butter, softened

4 c. confectioner's sugar

1 tsp. vanilla extract

1 c. chopped pecans.

 

1.)  Prepare cake mix according to directions on package.  Bake in a 9x13 inch pan.  Cool.

 

2.)  Combine pineapple and sugar in saucepan.  Bring to a boil.  Spoon on cooled cake.

 

3.)  In a large bowl, cream butter and cream cheese until smooth. Add powdered sugar and beat until

smooth.  Add vanilla.  Add pecans and mix well.

 

4.)  Spread cream cheese frosting over cake.

 

5.)  ENJOY!!!  

Concentrate on this sentence

 

"To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did" When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. Concentrate on this sentence..... 'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.' Something good will happen to you today. Something that you have been waiting to hear. This is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you about something that you were waiting to hear.

Arranging Your Mind

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old Having just been presented with a new puppy. "Mrs.. Jones, you haven't seen the room just wait." "That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day."