<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:03:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Bethany</title><subtitle type='html'>I'll express myself with ease, with confidence and character complete.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-1199235537415932793</id><published>2010-08-26T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:14:38.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-1199235537415932793?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/1199235537415932793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/1199235537415932793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/1199235537415932793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-1116415241272991294</id><published>2010-05-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:22:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Im bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/TASGdalTSEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Mb3CnBtfoXg/s1600/vibram_five_fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should update this more, I apologize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see. My mom had her last day of teaching last week, her and my dad are celebrating by traveling to Boston and going to my uncles wedding. My dad started working for a construction company that pays him whats hes worth, and he loves it. They are both so happy.. now my mom can travel out of town with him and not miss him so much; he is gone 4 days a week for his job. Things are looking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and Randy are still doing great, they will have their first anniversary the 1st week of June. Ben and Nina have are moving down here next to the rest of us, Ben has found a job down here, translating at a medical call center thing... I think thats how you word it hehe. Baby Diego is almost a year old! He is so dang cute, almost walking by himself... And, he has really taken to music. Which pleases me, the music teacher, very much. He will be distracted by anything, but as soon as music comes on the tv, Glee or American Idol or anything else, he whips his little around and is hypnotized by it. He also loves banging on the piano. He shall be a musician indeed! Or at least I can hope right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am still teaching and loving it. I couldn't ask for more (other than a full time teaching job with benefits). I absolutely love my students. I have been performing around the valley with a few ensembles, and having a blast with it. I missed playing and performing, and I am grateful for the opportunities I have to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started working out with a personal trainer, now that I somewhat have my health under control. He has been amazing! I just love him! He is very kind and understanding and gentle, and yet, very aggressive and intense and he sure kicks my butt every time I see him! I am wanting to do alot with my body and with my health.... many goals I would like to achieve. First, I want to be able to compete in marathons and triathlons. Second, I would like to, as soon as I lose all of my 'sick' weight, start up with gymnastics again. And third, I would like to become a lethal weapon as a skilled martial artist :] I have been to a few classes, and I have done well so far. I have even split open a few punching bags, with my awesome and unparalleled strength lol. No, but Im serious, I have split open a few bags. And, I am still really flexible from gymnastics, so I think I could conquer it. I cant wait until my body gets better and catches up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I think is worth posting.... lol I bought the coolest shoes ever! They are Vibram toe shoes.... They are designed to make it feel like youre walking barefoot.. but with a thin rubber sole, so you have protection on the bottom! Let the record show... I absolutely LOVE them! They look fun, they are very comfortable, and I love being barefoot anyways.. so these are perfect for me!! I feel like I can run faster and longer in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/TASGdalTSEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Mb3CnBtfoXg/s1600/vibram_five_fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/TASGdalTSEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Mb3CnBtfoXg/s320/vibram_five_fingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477650886699468866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats about it for now. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LeBethany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-1116415241272991294?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/1116415241272991294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-im-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/1116415241272991294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/1116415241272991294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-im-bad.html' title='Man Im bad!'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/TASGdalTSEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Mb3CnBtfoXg/s72-c/vibram_five_fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-2411401447804999826</id><published>2009-11-22T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:11:15.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Talky Talky</title><content type='html'>As I have been absent for a while, let me update my life these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy got married in June to Randy Scott. Who would have thought?! They still love each other and are quite, sickeningly happy. Also in June, Ben and Nina had there first baby, Diego James. I promise I am not being biased, but he is the cutest baby I have ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SwlcAifENCI/AAAAAAAAADE/-rf58bhyN4c/s1600/fav01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SwlcAifENCI/AAAAAAAAADE/-rf58bhyN4c/s320/fav01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406953991961850914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SwlcTXoXW5I/AAAAAAAAADM/ck6djqVMkfU/s1600/diego03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SwlcTXoXW5I/AAAAAAAAADM/ck6djqVMkfU/s320/diego03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406954315465579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides these things, my mom is in her last year of teaching and will retire next May. She couldnt be more thrilled! My dad lost his job a few months ago after injuring his hand at work. He is done with physical therapy and his hand is doing great. He is still looking for work; as are half of the people in my family. This economy... ugh dont get me started on that subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, life is pretty chill. The music school I was working at closed down, after we lost 70% of our clients during the summer, and couldnt afford to keep it open until the semester started again in august. I have been teaching privately and I love it. I travel to different parts of town during the week and teach out of homes. I wish I could do this for the rest of my life. I love teaching :] I am looking for a day job though. But after applying to over 30 places, it gets kind of discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned a few weeks ago for an orchestra that just started in the area, the East Valley Mormon Choral Organization. You know those mormons and their superior musical talent lol. Anyways, I made it. I showed up to the first practice only to find out that I was crowned first chair, beating out a gal who has her Masters Degree in clarinet performance. Way to boost my ego huh? I havent been able to perform since before my wedding a few years ago. So I couldnt be more excited to have this opportunity to have something to practice for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Ive had a few boyfriends this past year, and all have been great for me. Each one has made me stronger and shown me a great relationship after being divorced. Just what I needed. I now know that I am going to be ok, and everything is going to work out for me :] I am very grateful to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Swlhj-9AINI/AAAAAAAAADU/fd3JEFIFbfk/s1600/chase36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Swlhj-9AINI/AAAAAAAAADU/fd3JEFIFbfk/s320/chase36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406960098457166034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Swlhve4xMyI/AAAAAAAAADc/X61ew_VS-ew/s1600/him10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Swlhve4xMyI/AAAAAAAAADc/X61ew_VS-ew/s320/him10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406960296007906082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else comes to mind, so I will finish for now. Hope this is what my news-starved public wanted ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-2411401447804999826?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/2411401447804999826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-talky-talky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/2411401447804999826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/2411401447804999826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-talky-talky.html' title='Long Time, No Talky Talky'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SwlcAifENCI/AAAAAAAAADE/-rf58bhyN4c/s72-c/fav01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-306034506745470910</id><published>2009-03-23T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:16:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving! I highly recommend it :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Shb4tyzMFrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d2SJzQa9KsQ/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Shb4tyzMFrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d2SJzQa9KsQ/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727873908577970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dad's 50th birthday, him and I went skydiving. It has been a life long dream for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumping part was awesome. I could not wait to leave the plane! The scariest part of the whole trip was the plane ride up to 10,000 feet. I hate air planes and everything about them. The plane was a 2 person craft, with one of the seats ripped out. The pilot was in a chair, and the 4 of us were strapped together sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free falling was one of the coolest, best experiences. I couldn't believe how incredibly tranquil it was. It was so quite, peaceful. I was weightless. No funny tummy feeling, nothing. Just floating in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the parachute opened, however, thats a whole other story! It hurt like nothing else. The harness that is around your upper thighs is what's supporting all of your weight. (see picture above to see what I'm talking about!) So for about 5 minutes, all I could feel was vinyl cutting into my legs. Well, until they fell asleep, then I couldn't feel them anymore haha. And landing was a breeze. It was incredible! I am going to try to go again in August for my birthday, let me know if you want to come!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Shb47SsadtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rj62d8YLbgU/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Shb47SsadtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rj62d8YLbgU/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728105808393938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-306034506745470910?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/306034506745470910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/03/skydiving-i-highly-recommend-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/306034506745470910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/306034506745470910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/03/skydiving-i-highly-recommend-it.html' title='Skydiving! I highly recommend it :]'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/Shb4tyzMFrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d2SJzQa9KsQ/s72-c/IMG_2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-793107848444361088</id><published>2009-01-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:00:24.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scariest/Coolest/Most Adreniline Pumping Experience of My LIFE.</title><content type='html'>Ok So.&lt;br /&gt;11pm. It was me,  Amber, Jaime and Brendan, all gathering to watch a movie at Brendan's house. We all got pretty thirsty, Brendan didn't have anymore water at his house so we went to water 'n ice to fill up the jugs and quench our thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we were alone in the parking lot except for some creepy black people who were pretending to fill up the bottles they had. Their car was parked next to our truck. Us 3 girls stayed in the truck, while Brendan was waiting to get water. These black people were acting kind of shady and freaking us out. Out of NOWHERE, 2 huge trucks come screeching in from opposite ends of the parking lot and one of them slams into the back of the thug car, blocking our truck from being able to exit. No joke, 12 men wearing ski masks and carrying assault rifles jump out of the trucks and point them at us and yell "get down get down!" Us girls almost peed on ourselves. There we are, surrounded and trapped by a dozen masked men with huge guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masked people are yelling for the black people to get on the ground. All the while more and more cop cars are gathering... The other 2 girls were ducked down under the seats, but I was in the passenger seat so I couldn't. I'm trying to calm down... and I see someone approaching from the side. Oh sh*t... I seriously must have looked like I just saw a ghost. So I'm trying to stay calm and just look forward, when one of the masked men comes and knocks on my window... He has a gun pointed at me, and says "YOU. GET OUT." I looked at him and shook my head no. Then Amber says "Bethany, he has a gun, do what he says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slowly open the door, and I'm about to burst into tears. Us 3 girls hesitantly slide out of the truck. I was shaking. We said "are you police?" He replies, "SWAT ." Thank GOD! They were just undercover. We were freaking out because we didn't know if they were another gang there to collect money or drugs or to kill people or whatever. But they got all of us out of the truck and into safety, and finally detained the black drug dealers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was THE SCARIEST 30 minutes of my life.... It was seriously like something out of a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-793107848444361088?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/793107848444361088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/01/scariestcoolestmost-adreniline-pumping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/793107848444361088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/793107848444361088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2009/01/scariestcoolestmost-adreniline-pumping.html' title='The Scariest/Coolest/Most Adreniline Pumping Experience of My LIFE.'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455256787458916289.post-7354457966099544348</id><published>2008-12-30T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:13:00.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is One To Do?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ok so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Full of emotions here, each of which are tearing me in 2 different directions. I'm trying to decide whether or not to go back to school in a few weeks. I'm so close to being done, it's disgusting! But the problem is: If I go back, I will have to face a lot of people who are going to say 'I told you so' about mt divorce. I KNOW my marriage could have worked out if he were willing to put in the effort. It honestly wasn't my fault that he left me... But nobody at school cares about my story or what actually happened, so all I have to look forward to are a bunch of people pointing a finger at me. Besides that, I've gained 85 pounds in a YEAR because of an accumulation of medical problems, surgeries, and dealing with the emotional stress of being ripped away from my family and having a husband who could care less about me. It's not pretty, let me tell ya. But, I've lost 25 pounds so far. Woot! Only 60 more to go. Anyways, I'm so embarrassed for people to see me looking so big. I hate looking at myself, and I would hate to force anybody else to look at me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So the question is: Should I wait one semester to go back, so I can focus on getting my weight back down and building my emotional health and self esteem again? Or should I just suck it up and hope that I can handle the extra stress of being pointed at for being fat and divorced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What should I do?? Help help help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Have a lovely day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455256787458916289-7354457966099544348?l=bethanylelovely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/feeds/7354457966099544348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-one-to-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/7354457966099544348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455256787458916289/posts/default/7354457966099544348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanylelovely.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-one-to-do.html' title='What Is One To Do?!?!?'/><author><name>Le Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091336264663389831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfSLXkJt0Ic/SVcKT3T8-pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PNyt1JfEGAU/S220/ss11b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
