Isn't She Beautiful...

Hey everyone! This month I tried out the Cara Box through Wifessionals, for the first time... and whaddya-know! I LOVED it! How fun to get to know women from across the country and to have a pen pal for the month. :)

This month Nichole from Just Some Jane had me and let me tell you- it was such a blast opening up my box. :) It made my heart happy to see how SPOT ON she pegged me. :)



This months theme was finding objects or items that start with the first letter as our first name. In my case (and hers apparently!)- was the letter "N." Rocking nail polish that are SO my colors, a cute notebook with adorable notecards, letter "N" sticky notes (so cute!), the movie  Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (with uberliscious popcorn!), and if you couldn't tell from the first picture, NUTTY BARS! Yum!!!!

THANKS SO MUCH NICHOLE! It was tons of fun getting to know you!

This month I had Natalie from At Home with the Hinkleys. She was very sweet and is from Texas y'all! If you want to see what I sent her just hop on over. (Nichole and I are very similar women- so don't be too surprised! hahaha!)
I can't wait to see what else everyone else sent and recieved! Have fun hopping!

I FEEL LIKE POOH! Can the fact that I woke up be a non-scale victory?

Please?

How about the fact that I bit down on a mini-twix yesterday... and broke one of my molars! LIKE, DESTROYED IT! And so I finally called the dentist. THAT has got to count?

Or the fact that I finally went to the doctor for this cold and got CREAMED for working out feeling icky.

LIKE HANDS IN THE AIR, YELLING AT ME.

That doesn't count? Really?

Well then POOP.

I have had a pretty crappy week.

But I HAVE had a SCALE victory- so eat that!

I'm now 248.... and I can't eat for a week. BOOH-YEAH!

But my biggest NSV is a real one- the back boob? IT'S DISAPEARING!!! (You can see for yourself here!)

Hope your week was better than mine! Root canal much? Yay!

Dear Mr. Fat Scale,

This week I made it. I made it to the point where I don't have to use the FAT WEIGHT on your scale anymore. :) Yay!!! I'm so excited, I reached 249. It was only a little over a pound of a loss this week but I am stinking exstatic about that accomplishment. I ate horribly for three different meals but worked really hard to burn more calories. I'm pretty pleased with the results... and nothing your depressing self can do can take that win away from me.

Mr. Fat scale, I'm super sick right now but you still don't have control over me and what I eat. I'm learning to get rid of you. I'm learning to break my addiction from you. You sir, are a horrible thing. You sir have created so many miserable days and weeks in my life. YOU SIR- can just suck a toe, and MY toe will do just fine!

Mr. Fat scale, one day I won't need you at all anymore. I yearn for that day. The day I can look in the mirror and be proud of who I see stairing back at me. I yearn for the day that I don't see a fat girl, but a beautiful mommy. A beautiful daughter of our Heavenly Father. I will see an athlete.

Mr. Fat scale, although my numbers on your scale aren't dropping drastically... my inches are. I bought new clothes the other day... take THAT you miserable object of my rejections. I fit in clothes from American Eagle and even bought some darling new shoes. Because I am learning to break our relationship and walk away, I am finding pleasure in all of the simple things I used to do for myself. And now that my rolls are getting smaller and firming up, and my muscles are lifting out of the saggy state they have been living in... I will continue to shop for new clothes that make me feel pretty.

YOU MR. FAT SCALE HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THIS ANYMORE.

Although I wish I could just kick you out the door and never look at you again, I unfortunately still have a ways to go before I can rid myself of you, my enabler... my codependant. But I am proud of myself... and I am happy.

 

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Time for NonScale Victories! :)

Yesterday I ran 1.2 miles with out stopping. That's almost a quarter mile farther than I did two weeks ago. I'm so proud of myself!

I went and had a massage last night and didn't realize how jacked up my right arm has been. My old injury from my car accident (which you can read about here) has flared up. Oh goody.

I joined the Cara Box and have really enjoyed getting to know the women that are sending me my box and whom I am sending my box to. It has been so fun getting her things together. :)

I talked to someone about turning my little hobby into a thriving business. (I'm a photographer- can't you tell with all of my photo's? hahaha!)

I finally went in and had my eyes checked- and got two new pairs of glasses. They're so cute and trendy. It's almost like getting two new faces! bahahaha! (I got the ones on the bottom and a magenta color similar from a different brand.)

I finally took my babies one year photos. She has so much personality, it is mind boggling. She can crack you up so fast! :)

And most importantly! I have been doing really well eating with in my caloric limits! I am pretty stoked about that. It's pretty hard to eat less than what I'm used to, but I'm seeing physical results. That keeps me pretty stoked. :)

I hope you have had great NSV's this week too!

When I was talking to my sister earlier today, she told me about how a friend and her ran 33 reps of stairs... took a break, and then ran another 33. Each set was approx. 21 steps.

"Interesting" I thought to myself as I was getting ready for my workout with my buddy 'ol pal Cassie. I figured that since my sister could do 66 REPS- SIXTY SIX PEOPLE... that I could do three sets of 10.

30 reps aint that bad, right?

WRONG.

Holy freaking cow. Is my sister freaking WONDER WOMAN? I mean COME ON! And lets be honest... I had muscle FAILURE at number 29.

I never even MADE it to 30!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (Cassie did though, I can't take that win away from her, now can I?) You like how I added that little bit there really small? *wink*

So I have concluded that my younger sister who is amazing and has two children of her own- is a NUT!

UGH. My eyes are totally going to make me grab a fork and stab myself. It is actually pretty disgusting and funny how I got infections in both eyes. In my late 20's.

I got down and dirty.

I mean truly.

I was weight lifting in my strength training class... and my nasty sweat was pouring off of my head and dripping everywhere. I looked as if I had just stepped out of the shower.

The part that totally sucks was I was lying flat on my back doing arm flies. And the SWEAT off of my HAND dripped into my EYES.

AUACKKKKK!!!! *&%$!!!! #$%*!!!!

How disgusting is that?

And to make matters worse, it burned- like a crowning baby. I had to sit up quickly and rubbed the mad crap out of them with the back of my sweaty hands. Yeah. Way to go me. I totally gave myself pink eye.

In both eyes.

And it's hott.

(Ps.  I was going to insert a picture of someone elses pink eye here... but my stomach totally turned and I almost vomitted when I googled it. I dare you to do it on your own free time. haha!)

Now onto some AMAZING news for myself! I was so proud of myself last Saturday!!!

I ran my very first mile straight through- ever. Even when I was skinny I couldn't run a mile straight through with out stopping. I have no idea what the time was, but I'm pretty sure it was somewhere around 12 minutes. This is huge for me- it cut down my mile another 3 minutes from two weeks ago.

YAY!!!! GO ME!!! :)

I also had to rough it up and pee in the woods this week during one of my nightly workouts.

I guess I'm starting to fit in my surroundings.

I'm totally a redneck now.

And for some more proof of my total rednecked-ness... look who tried to get into our house the other night. :)

Someone said something to me that has been eating away at me... all night. I'm not going to go into too much detail over it except that I wanted to pull out a bag of cookies and devour it. I wanted to so very badly that my stomach hurt and I thought my brain was going to explode. I had that knot at the back of my throat that was either tears trying to escape, or vomit. Pushing "it" back with junk food is definitely the way I WOULD have taken care of it just a few months ago.

And by "it" I mean my emotions.

Instead I am going to take my reaction to this situation as a victory. A sign of growth and healing.

I didn't shovel down a bag of cookies; however I did type out my feelings in a private post.  Angry raunchy feelings.

And now...

I feel better. :) And I don't need the bag of cookies.

VICTORY!