WHO NEEDS A DAD ANYWAY?

WHO NEEDS A DAD ANYWAY?

WHO NEEDS A DAD ANYWAY?

I have watched our society continually view men as throw-away dads.  Have we reached a point in our evolution that men are nothing more than sperm donors for women?

It saddens me that the role and importance of a Dad in a child's life has become no more meaningful than material things that come and go.  Children need their fathers.  Boys learn to be men from their fathers.  Girls learn how to relate to men and how men should treat them from their fathers.

A loving and involved father is one of the greatest gifts a child can have.  The lessons a father teaches are through example, words and deeds. He is there to protect and console in a different way than a mom.  The presence of a father in the home has been shown to reduce the likelihood of a boy joining a gang in his teens or a girl becoming promiscuous.

If you want to know how children crave the attention of a father figure, do this exercise.  Go to your child's (grandchild's or nephew's) school and have lunch.  If you are a mom, join your husband in the exercise. You will experience the emptiness that some children have in their lives.  They will beg you to sit by them, hug them, hold them and talk to them.  The children in your own life will be proud to have you with them at lunch. However, you will see the difference in their reaction to you and that of children where no father is present in the home.

Who needs a Dad?  Every child.  Just ask them.

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DO YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE IN FEAR?

DO YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE IN FEAR?

I have lived with fear for so long it is almost second nature to me.  When I started my last weight loss journey with Skinny Fiber, I decided to start facing some fears and having some faith.

Did I ever tell ya'll one of my biggest fears about losing weight?  No?  Well, let me tell you.

When I was a young girl, about 12 or 13, my mother said some things to me like, "If you keep wearing things like that you will be raped." and "Go ahead, wear that, and you will end up a whore."  Now, as those who knew me growing up can attest, I wasn't really a provocative dresser.  lol   But her words made a deep impression on my psyche and my heart.

After years of therapy, self-examination, pondering and thinking, I finally admitted what one of my greatest fears was.  And of course, it was all about losing weight.

I can remember once when I had lost down to a size 9 in the 8th grade, my daddy said, "Look at her!  Pretty soon all the boys will be after her!"  Yep, I'm sure you know what happened.  That weight came right back on, and more.  I've never been a size 9 again.

In my mind, if I lost weight and had a slamming body I would either be raped or more likely, just a whore.  Being fat just seemed more acceptable to me.  My fat protected me.  It kept men at a distance.  Especially after my divorce.  Oh, I have dated off and on throughout the years but only one got close enough to get close enough, if you know what I mean.  He was gorgeous and a weight lifter.  I always wondered why he was with me, a fat girl with few muscles.  Ultimately it didn't matter.  He wasn't who he claimed to be anyway.  lol  He created himself just for me.  I must say he was made to order!

So here I am at 61 and losing weight.  I have faced more than a few fears during the last 16 or 17 months.  I've done things I never thought possible.  I now have the faith to move past that fear of being raped or being a whore..

And that faith is pushing and guiding me through my biggest fear.  Losing weight and getting healthy.  I know now that  I will succeed.  And who knows?  This time there just might be a man at the end of the rainbow!

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caryn cannatella

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IN HONOR OF MY DADDY

IN HONOR OF MY DADDY

Today, September 5^th, marks the 43^rd anniversary of my Daddy’s death.

He was a very slender man growing up.  When he married, it definitely agreed with him.  Up until he was about 35, he was fat.  I mean really fat!  He was only 5’8” and he must have weighed 250 or more.  He was a preacher and about 1960-61, we started building a new church building.  “We” being the men of the church.  They all put in time on that building that still stands and is used.

We only had one car which my mother took to work.  So Daddy walked to the new church building and back every day, which I’m guessing was about 5 miles each way.  He worked on the building all day long.  Ate breakfast and took a sack lunch.  There was no eating fast food back then.  Over about 4 months he dropped to about 165-170.  His weight never fluctuated after that.  When I think about him exercising it still makes me laugh.  He would do bend overs and twist from the waist.  I doubt either exercise did much for him.  lol  If you had ever seen him, you would know why.  But he did them.  Every day.  Morning and night.  He was consistent.

So in honor of him, his weight loss and the 10 years he kept it off, I am going to do this.  From now, Sept 5 until Sept 30, anyone who places an order for Skinny Fiber (even re-orders) will receive a snack pack from me.  These snack packs are healthy, organic, and perfectly portioned.   I will have them mailed directly to you.  It’s my way of saying thank you and congratulations on your decision to get healthy.

You can check them out here at Graze.com.  I have an order coming in soon for myself and I’m so excited!  I’ll let you know what I think.

I’m always so happy when a new person joins the Skinny Body family.  Since I have been losing weight, I just want everyone to join me and make this their last weight loss journey too.

Here’s to you, Daddy!  You set the example way back in 1961!  It took me awhile but I’m following in your footsteps!

Order your Skinny Fiber here:  www.caryncann.com and then send me your mailing address so I can get you a snack box mailed out! 

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caryn cannatella

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CHANGING YOUR NAME

CHANGING YOUR NAME

How would you feel if your child decided to change their name?

My son wants to change his name.  He wants to drop his first name, change the spelling of his middle name and only use that name with his last name.  He promised his dad he would wait until he passed since his dad gave him his first name.

To be honest, it doesn't matter to me.  Whatever makes him happy.  And how could his dad or I say anything when we both changed our names?  Jim's was legally changed; I changed mine 30 years ago but not legally.  Even family members used our new names.

The only reason I put (Debby Moore) on my Facebook page is so the people I knew as a kid would recognize who I am now.  I was never a Debby.  In fact, it just sounds so odd when someone (even a dr) refers to me by that name.  From the minute I decided to go by Caryn, I have always felt at home.  The only people who refer to me as Debby/Debra are the government, or anything legal.  Even my friends of more than 40 years call me Caryn.  Jim was the same way.  He was never a Mike; he was always a Jim.  My boss thinks it is funny to sometimes call me "Debra".  When he does, I just call him by his brother's name.  He gets the point. 

So, Cody Javier, if you want to change your name to Xavier, I'm good with it.  I know he feels that Xavier fits him and that's all that matters to me!

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caryn Cannatella

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BIG FISH IN A LITTLE POND

BIG FISH IN A LITTLE POND

My daddy was a preacher in a small church in a small town.  He was happy being that small town preacher.  For many years he held a second job too.  But preaching was his passion and that church and its members was his life.

My mother always thought he short-changed himself.  I can remember her saying, “He could be preaching at a big church that would provide us a home and a bigger salary.”  He didn’t care.  Everyone at church knew him and he knew them.  He visited them when they were in the hospital.  He would go to their homes just to check in on them.  He would pray with them.  He kept their confidences.  He knew everyone’s kids, nieces and nephews, the grandparents and aunts and uncles. 

He had his faults and shortcomings but he had his positives also.  He was tender hearted.  He never met a stranger.  He would strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere.  He was a very fast and accurate typist.  He cooked the best roast, potatoes and carrots I’ve ever eaten.  He didn’t hold a grudge.  His church members were his family and friends.  He didn’t have lofty goals and he achieved the ones he set for himself.

He was a great preacher.  His messages were succinct.  I remember him telling me that when he was in college he had a professor who said, “If you can’t get your point across in 30 minutes, you need to sit down.”  He took that to heart.  His sermons were almost always 30 minutes, except if the Cowboys were playing an early game.  Then his sermon might be 20 minutes.  No matter the length of the sermon, his message was well thought out.  Preaching truly was his calling in life.  And not just preaching but leading a congregation.  That was all he wanted in his career.

Many times when I have had to decide whether to work for a small company or a big corporation, I always thought of my daddy.  I heard him say many times, “I’d rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond.”  I feel the same way.  That’s why he stayed at that little church in that little town for so many years.  I know he was glad he did. 

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caryn cannatella

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