Second week in a row for no weight loss. I am again ok with that as I had feared a gain. I had my annual girls weekend at the lake. I made great choices and watched my portions but did not count points for the entire 2 1/2 day trip. I had also had trouble the two days prior to the trip and went over my points.
This is what is so funny when you change the way you eat. Compared to every other girls weekend I ate leaps and bounds better this year. Compared to how I eat when I am working the WW plan I didn't eat so fabulous. Next week I am hoping for a good loss. I am still not exercising. The treadmill is no longer an option as I broke the console when moving it last week. Sexy can get it to work but only on 4 mph with an incline of 10...not happening! I have been considering getting up off my ass and doing the Wii Fit. So far I've only gotten as far as the considering. I have lost 13.5 lbs. I am .5 lbs from my first goal.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sexy Sexy Rockstar
I am so blessed in so many ways but the one that comes to mind most often lately is my husband. I honestly had never sat down and thought about what married life would be like. I mean I thought about stuff like how many kids I want to have. Places I would like to live and raise a family. I just never considered the day to day aspects of a relationship.
He handles me so well. He understands me so well. When I am all hormonal and crazytown he usually responds in the right way. He knows how to tell me things...even the hard things...in a way that I actually hear them. Which brings me to the most amazing part...when I hear him and respond in an appropriate way instead of freaking out and getting mad at him he thinks I'm awesome!
On the WW front...last time I posted anything about WW I had gained 4 lbs. The next week I lost 5 1/2...thank goodness! Last week I stayed the same. I weigh in again tomorrow.
He handles me so well. He understands me so well. When I am all hormonal and crazytown he usually responds in the right way. He knows how to tell me things...even the hard things...in a way that I actually hear them. Which brings me to the most amazing part...when I hear him and respond in an appropriate way instead of freaking out and getting mad at him he thinks I'm awesome!
On the WW front...last time I posted anything about WW I had gained 4 lbs. The next week I lost 5 1/2...thank goodness! Last week I stayed the same. I weigh in again tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Speaking of weddings...
My brother-in-law got married this past weekend. It was one of those do-it-yourself weddings. When Sexy and I got married we knew we couldn't pull off a do-it-yourself wedding...we are too lazy! Luckily Sexy's mother is very good at cooking and decorating. We were drafted to assist with this do-it-yourself wedding. It was great fun and a lot of work.
The downside was that I ate and drank things that would not be considered "good choices". I did limit my portions on the food but not on the cokes. Sexy's mom and step-dad live in the country and they have sulfur in their water. It smells nasty. I.CAN.NOT.DRINK.IT. I can barley brush my teeth or bath in it.
I know I have issues. So I drank sweet tea and cokes for four days and shock me shock me shock me I gained four lbs. So that sucks. Glad the wedding went well. I will now be devising a strategy for the next time we head to the in-laws. It will most certainly entail bottled water.
The downside was that I ate and drank things that would not be considered "good choices". I did limit my portions on the food but not on the cokes. Sexy's mom and step-dad live in the country and they have sulfur in their water. It smells nasty. I.CAN.NOT.DRINK.IT. I can barley brush my teeth or bath in it.
I know I have issues. So I drank sweet tea and cokes for four days and shock me shock me shock me I gained four lbs. So that sucks. Glad the wedding went well. I will now be devising a strategy for the next time we head to the in-laws. It will most certainly entail bottled water.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
No squirrels were harmed
The aforementioned deer incident reminded me of another animal related story. The first wedding I attended with Sexy was for Middle Sister's husband's sister. (I have two biological sisters. I am the youngest. Middle Sister is 14 months older than me and lives about 15 minutes away. Older Sister is 5 years older than me and lives about 2 hours away.) It was a lavish affair on New Year's Eve. I was really excited about it because 1. I don't get dressed up, fix my hair and wear make up very often (I'm just not one of those girls) and 2. We usually stay home on New Years Eve.
It was a really great wedding. The couple was lovely and everyone was delighted they were getting married. The reception was awesome. Seriously, it included an Elvis impersonator and everything! The plan was for the Bride and Groom to leave after everyone had rung in the new year properly...outside on the deck with fireworks and kisses. The guest were given sparklers and there was an actual fireworks show.
I was standing with Sexy and my mom at the edge of the deck enjoying the moonlight view of the lake waiting on the fireworks. The first fireworks went off and all of a sudden there was SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. A FURRY SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. The furry something was holding on to my head for dear life and then jumped off my head out into the wilderness. My husband and several on lookers had looks of amazement on their faces and after making sure I was OK and laughing till they almost peed their pants, told me that the furry something was in fact a squirrel. Apparently a squirrel that had been happily living its life...not patiently waiting for the fireworks I'm guessing....and was startled out of the tree by the fireworks.
Amazingly I was fine...just a few scratches. The squirrel...as mentioned in this post title...was not harmed.
It was a really great wedding. The couple was lovely and everyone was delighted they were getting married. The reception was awesome. Seriously, it included an Elvis impersonator and everything! The plan was for the Bride and Groom to leave after everyone had rung in the new year properly...outside on the deck with fireworks and kisses. The guest were given sparklers and there was an actual fireworks show.
I was standing with Sexy and my mom at the edge of the deck enjoying the moonlight view of the lake waiting on the fireworks. The first fireworks went off and all of a sudden there was SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. A FURRY SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. The furry something was holding on to my head for dear life and then jumped off my head out into the wilderness. My husband and several on lookers had looks of amazement on their faces and after making sure I was OK and laughing till they almost peed their pants, told me that the furry something was in fact a squirrel. Apparently a squirrel that had been happily living its life...not patiently waiting for the fireworks I'm guessing....and was startled out of the tree by the fireworks.
Amazingly I was fine...just a few scratches. The squirrel...as mentioned in this post title...was not harmed.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Meeting Goals and Taking Names
I weighed in today at WW and had lost another 2.5 lbs. I am very excited about my progress and happy with the fact that I have success even when I am not perfect with my eating...cause face it I'll never be perfect! My first goal was to lose 14 lbs. I am nearing that goal having lost a total of 12 lbs.
I am learning to take my good snacks with me when I go places so that I have good options. I am learning that feeling satisfied is better than feeling full. I am learning that I CAN DO THIS!
I am learning to take my good snacks with me when I go places so that I have good options. I am learning that feeling satisfied is better than feeling full. I am learning that I CAN DO THIS!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wind and Sun Therapy
I don't own a convertible but my mom and sister do. It is almost as good as having my own...but not quite. My 2nd boss, she is the assistant to my 1st boss, also has a convertible. Sometimes on her lunch break she drives around in her car. She calls it wind and sun therapy.
This weekend I got some wind and sun therapy thanks to my Mom's Volkswagen Eos convertible. It is a sporty, black, beautiful machine. She used to have a convertible bug. It was great. The Eos is better.
Sexy, Mom and I headed to a drive-in movie theater this weekend. Our destination was about an hour from where we started. It was a great opportunity for some wind and sun therapy. We had the oldies channel turned up, sunglasses on, top and windows down and were cruising through some of the most beautiful landscape this country has to offer.
I saw a deer and pointed it out to Sexy who was driving. His response was what it always is..."I see it". Then, unlike all the other time, it jumped into the road, in front of us. HOLY FREAKIN COW we hit a deer...or maybe the deer hit us.
I didn't actually see it cause I was curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat praying. But I heard it and I saw the aftermath. It was trau-freaking-matic. We pulled over to survey the damage...to us and the deer. The car was damaged but repairable. The deer was in the road injured and unable to stand up. It kept trying. It kept breaking my heart.
I don't like guns. I don't want to take yours away but I don't like them. There is a story that goes with my dislike of guns but I will save that for another day. I am a southern girl so I was taught to shoot a gun...when I was 8. This was the first time EVER that I wished I had one handy. The sight of that deer in so much pain and misery. It was almost more than I could bear.
I was trying to figure out what to do...who to call. When another car stopped by the deer. The driver and passenger were attempting to put the deer in their vehicle. Clearly, they had never seen Tommy Boy! They seemed to be taking matters into their own hands and I am hoping that at the very least they ended that deer's suffering.
We went on to the movies. Thankful that things had not gone so very badly for us. Blessed that we were able to make the ride back home...watching for deer.
This weekend I got some wind and sun therapy thanks to my Mom's Volkswagen Eos convertible. It is a sporty, black, beautiful machine. She used to have a convertible bug. It was great. The Eos is better.
Sexy, Mom and I headed to a drive-in movie theater this weekend. Our destination was about an hour from where we started. It was a great opportunity for some wind and sun therapy. We had the oldies channel turned up, sunglasses on, top and windows down and were cruising through some of the most beautiful landscape this country has to offer.
I saw a deer and pointed it out to Sexy who was driving. His response was what it always is..."I see it". Then, unlike all the other time, it jumped into the road, in front of us. HOLY FREAKIN COW we hit a deer...or maybe the deer hit us.
I didn't actually see it cause I was curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat praying. But I heard it and I saw the aftermath. It was trau-freaking-matic. We pulled over to survey the damage...to us and the deer. The car was damaged but repairable. The deer was in the road injured and unable to stand up. It kept trying. It kept breaking my heart.
I don't like guns. I don't want to take yours away but I don't like them. There is a story that goes with my dislike of guns but I will save that for another day. I am a southern girl so I was taught to shoot a gun...when I was 8. This was the first time EVER that I wished I had one handy. The sight of that deer in so much pain and misery. It was almost more than I could bear.
I was trying to figure out what to do...who to call. When another car stopped by the deer. The driver and passenger were attempting to put the deer in their vehicle. Clearly, they had never seen Tommy Boy! They seemed to be taking matters into their own hands and I am hoping that at the very least they ended that deer's suffering.
We went on to the movies. Thankful that things had not gone so very badly for us. Blessed that we were able to make the ride back home...watching for deer.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thats what I'm talking about...
I am officially starting my fifth week of Weight Watchers (WW) and have lost 9.5 lbs. I am really excited about it! I am also really enjoying WW. It is so easy and flexible. I am learning to make good choices because when I do I get to eat more food. I am drinking more water. Eating smaller portions. Eating a lot more fruits and veggies. I am also learning how to be satisfied instead of full or stuffed. I will keep you posted about my progress.
I am not exercising.
We are reading "The Shack" in my Sunday school class. I am really enjoying the book but mostly the discussions about the book that follow in Sunday school.
When I was a kid we went to church (Methodist) most Sundays. When I was a teenager my parents stopped going. My sister and I didn't...we just went on our own. My dad was very religious and seems to have gotten mad at God when his mother died and never recovered. My mom is more spiritual than religious. She is very open to different paths. She has explored other religions and seems more interested in learning about them than actually participating in them.
When I bought my first house it was down the street from a Methodist Church. I never went. I'm really not sure why other than I liked to sleep in on the weekends and I get nervous around new people. When Sexy and I got engaged I decided that if we were going to raise children (he had 2 biological children and 2 step children from his first marriage) then I wanted to raise them in the church. We visited the "blue jean" service. I just didn't feel it. It didn't feel like church. Then we got custody of 3 of the children and I got overwhelmed and didn't do much of anything but take care of them for a couple years. Then I decided to try again. This time I went to the traditional service.
It was like coming home.
I know a lot of people who talk trash about the traditions of High Church. Singing the same songs. Saying the same prayers. I had not had an opinion either way until that day. Those traditions were so comforting and welcoming.
I really feel connected to God now. I don't know all the answers. I'm really still uncomfortable talking about religion. I love going to church and Sunday school. I don't feel superior to those who don't go. I don't know that anyone looking at me would see that I have changed my life so much in the day to day aspects. I've always been a pretty good person and usually made the right choices morally and ethically. What has changed is me. I am listening to God when he tells me to "fear not" and I am trying to pray about things and for people. So many times I feel helpless but I can pray and it makes me feel less helpless. I feel more connected to everything and everyone.
I am not exercising.
We are reading "The Shack" in my Sunday school class. I am really enjoying the book but mostly the discussions about the book that follow in Sunday school.
When I was a kid we went to church (Methodist) most Sundays. When I was a teenager my parents stopped going. My sister and I didn't...we just went on our own. My dad was very religious and seems to have gotten mad at God when his mother died and never recovered. My mom is more spiritual than religious. She is very open to different paths. She has explored other religions and seems more interested in learning about them than actually participating in them.
When I bought my first house it was down the street from a Methodist Church. I never went. I'm really not sure why other than I liked to sleep in on the weekends and I get nervous around new people. When Sexy and I got engaged I decided that if we were going to raise children (he had 2 biological children and 2 step children from his first marriage) then I wanted to raise them in the church. We visited the "blue jean" service. I just didn't feel it. It didn't feel like church. Then we got custody of 3 of the children and I got overwhelmed and didn't do much of anything but take care of them for a couple years. Then I decided to try again. This time I went to the traditional service.
It was like coming home.
I know a lot of people who talk trash about the traditions of High Church. Singing the same songs. Saying the same prayers. I had not had an opinion either way until that day. Those traditions were so comforting and welcoming.
I really feel connected to God now. I don't know all the answers. I'm really still uncomfortable talking about religion. I love going to church and Sunday school. I don't feel superior to those who don't go. I don't know that anyone looking at me would see that I have changed my life so much in the day to day aspects. I've always been a pretty good person and usually made the right choices morally and ethically. What has changed is me. I am listening to God when he tells me to "fear not" and I am trying to pray about things and for people. So many times I feel helpless but I can pray and it makes me feel less helpless. I feel more connected to everything and everyone.
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