By the time you read this, I will be frantically looking for a better body slimmer (also known as ye old Fat Tourniquet) that hopefully will take off the 10 pounds that the camera will mercilessly put on. And, I will yet again be marveling about the stuff of which dreams are made.

A while back, KJZZ offered me the opportunity to do my own TV show. My prior TV experience has been limited — 13 episodes for a TV show called "Standing Up" and a short segment for six months on KSL's Studio 5.

On both shows, I was obviously nervous and awkwardly new but had fantastic experiences. Just this past week in preparing for the KJZZ show launch, I was reminded of a few principles and feelings of gratitude that led to this point.

How vital it is to keep dreaming your dreams and looking to the fruition. Over the years, I've been focused on raising six children, yet on the side I've slowly worked toward developing sound growth messages and looking for effective ways to share them.

During this time, some people have considered this an annoying hobby, while others have outright discounted it. Last week I received an e-mail from a close friend who said, "I was thinking about years ago when you told us the vision of different areas that LIFEChange would be in — TV, radio, books, newspaper, etc, and to be honest with you, I kind of thought, 'OK, that's stretching a little on the TV thing.' Now you're starting your own show — you've come a long way despite all the naysayers and naythinkers!"

Another pivotal principle was that what goes around comes around. Wonderfully, we can extend to others the same opportunity for growth that previous people have given to us.

I watched my associate producer, a sharp woman whom I asked to help with the show but who hadn't officially done TV before, and was reminded of my own experience. Everything sounded unfamiliar, phrases such as "Bumper to the two-shot ... tease to open," and smiling and nodding seemed the best response to any question.

Later as we talked, we discovered, ironically, that each of us had started as broadcast journalism majors. Then ultimately, each had chosen a different path because of what it might do to future family options and the time/life sacrifices that would be required.

We marveled that as women, wives and mothers, with children, baby weight (OK me, definitely not her), stretch marks and all, we were still here, doing something we loved, sharing a message we felt was vital. It just was on our terms.