UP & DOWN WITH LIFE - What a ride!: preacher

Friday, September 5, 2014

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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Friday, June 20, 2014

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.