Financial Goal: Met!

I'm very happy to announce that I've met my financial goal for the year!  Today, I start my new job!  I'm still going to be testing software.  I'm actually hoping that I can help them automate the testing too, so that way I'll get a little bit of experience in that area, while I share my experience with adding Quality Assurance to the software development process.

I'm really looking forward to working for this company, although the commute has me a little hesitant.  I'm going to be going 40 mins each way.  So that means less time with my family.  I'm a little nervous, it's been 15 years since I've started a new job!

My husband and I have set some long term goals for our family financially, so hopefully this will help us get there.

Please pray that this works out.

New week, New verse

Our new Bible verse for the week is:

I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. (Psalm 119:11) 

This week, I'm giving my girls a "Heart Attack".  I'm putting a different heart shaped post it on their bead room door every night with something I love about them written on it. That way, they'll see it when they get up in the morning.  Things like: "I love your smile", "I love the way you play with your sister", etc.

Too often, we focus on what needs to change in our kids, and not on the happy things.  It's hard to get our kids to focus on happy thoughts, when we're not doing it ourselves.  I also think it's healthy to build our kids up.

It's not fair

Yesterday's entry in Made to Crave talked about "It's not fair".  A very timely entry seeing how my husband has lost more weight than I have, despite us doing similar amounts of exercise and my eating a salad every day in place of his sandwich and chips.

I've known for a while now that we have significantly different metabolisms.  It just makes loosing weight together really difficult.  Not to say though that I don't want to do it with him, it makes it easier when there's an accountability partner there.  It just makes it a bit frustrating.  I really need to find a way to channel that frustration into my exercise.

How do you cope with the difference in your husband's eating and your own?