I'm a little late posting because I went on a Spring Break vacation to the beach! But here are the results from my first week of training with "Killer Mike".
7 days = 5 lbs! I've lost 5 lbs since I started. Remember now, I've been going to the gym for 5 months with no results. And now in 7 days I've lost 5 whole pounds!
So what did I do? I went to the beach to celebrate!! I did stay on my diet while I was there and GET THIS...I actually found a Golds Gym while I was there and went one day and did my cardio & abs.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Results - Day 4
I weighed today.
Had an appointment with my trainer again this morning. Today we worked legs after warming up. Does this man REALLY think that this is a freakin'warm up?? I'm dieing! We should definitely take my heart rate because I know it's like 360.
Legs not happy. Buttocks not happy. Lost 3 pounds...I'm HAPPY!!!
Coming soon...more results.
Had an appointment with my trainer again this morning. Today we worked legs after warming up. Does this man REALLY think that this is a freakin'warm up?? I'm dieing! We should definitely take my heart rate because I know it's like 360.
Legs not happy. Buttocks not happy. Lost 3 pounds...I'm HAPPY!!!
Coming soon...more results.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Amy's secret for the last 5 months
5 months. That's how long I've been going to the gym now. I'm not happy about going. But my husband ever so kindly encourages me to go. He lays this "just like you take care of your spiritual body, so should you take care of your physical body" crap on me. So, I make myself go. I need to go. I'm going to stick with something for once in my life. I need to lose these baby pounds. They say as you get older it gets harder, so I'm determined to get healthy.
I didn't tell people because I think I felt guilty for taking time for myself. When I would miss calls early in the morning I would usually just say I was out running errands. Which I was running. On a treadmill.
For 11 years I've stayed home and taken care of my family and loved every single second. And now, my life allows me the time to do something for me.
Now you may say, "oh Amy, you don't need to lose weight, you look good, blah, blah, blah". That's why I haven't told anyone that I've been going to the gym for 5 long dying months. I don't need to hear that.
I need to hear, "bout time you finally decided to get your butt back in shape, you've looked like crap since '01".
Now after all this time, I've hit a wall. Not physically, mentally. Physically, I wish I could say I had hit a wall, that would mean I had lost something. Maybe even an earring. But no. Not even 1 pound.
Mentally, I've come to the point of quitting. I've worked my tail off and haven't lost a single ounce. SO why keep going. And don't give me the bull of "muscle weighs more than fat". Ain't gonna work for this chick.
So, I got the help of a trainer. When people need help in their life spiritually they go to their pastor, right? So,I figure I need help physically, I go to a trainer. Friday was my first day. I hate him already. And no, he doesn't wear spandex.
He began by warming me up. WHAT? That was the warm up? I'm going to die. I know it.
I didn't want to appear weak, so I pushed myself. Worked with a pulled muscle. Only hit him once. And I had forgot to eat before I went.
Last thing I remember we were working abs. Lower abs. I must have turned white as a sheet because he said, "you alright?" to which I said, "yeah, just need to keep breathing". All the while I'm picturing the players on Biggest Loser and their last chance workout, telling myself, "can't fall below the yellow line". Then things just kinda start to go fuzzy.
Then I hurled the 15lb weight at him & sprinted to the bathroom puking my guts up.
Yeah, I really hate him.
He's working me again on Monday...
I didn't tell people because I think I felt guilty for taking time for myself. When I would miss calls early in the morning I would usually just say I was out running errands. Which I was running. On a treadmill.
For 11 years I've stayed home and taken care of my family and loved every single second. And now, my life allows me the time to do something for me.
Now you may say, "oh Amy, you don't need to lose weight, you look good, blah, blah, blah". That's why I haven't told anyone that I've been going to the gym for 5 long dying months. I don't need to hear that.
I need to hear, "bout time you finally decided to get your butt back in shape, you've looked like crap since '01".
Now after all this time, I've hit a wall. Not physically, mentally. Physically, I wish I could say I had hit a wall, that would mean I had lost something. Maybe even an earring. But no. Not even 1 pound.
Mentally, I've come to the point of quitting. I've worked my tail off and haven't lost a single ounce. SO why keep going. And don't give me the bull of "muscle weighs more than fat". Ain't gonna work for this chick.
So, I got the help of a trainer. When people need help in their life spiritually they go to their pastor, right? So,I figure I need help physically, I go to a trainer. Friday was my first day. I hate him already. And no, he doesn't wear spandex.
He began by warming me up. WHAT? That was the warm up? I'm going to die. I know it.
I didn't want to appear weak, so I pushed myself. Worked with a pulled muscle. Only hit him once. And I had forgot to eat before I went.
Last thing I remember we were working abs. Lower abs. I must have turned white as a sheet because he said, "you alright?" to which I said, "yeah, just need to keep breathing". All the while I'm picturing the players on Biggest Loser and their last chance workout, telling myself, "can't fall below the yellow line". Then things just kinda start to go fuzzy.
Then I hurled the 15lb weight at him & sprinted to the bathroom puking my guts up.
Yeah, I really hate him.
He's working me again on Monday...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I'm not moving this weekend, bummer
Ok, some people might find this a little upsetting so let me warn you now before you read any further. If you have a weak stomach or have a heart the size of Texas for ANY kind of animal you might not want to read my blog today. And for those that just can't believe that I'm actually telling people this story...well, it happens.
LAST Thursday while my husband was at worship practice the kids & I are enjoying a show on Nick. Graham starts cutting the cheese. Of course we holler and threaten him but end up laughing. Then later it happens again, but this time he doesn't admit that it's him. And the smell just lingers. It will not go away. It gets so bad that I have to get up and leave the room. Miles & Mac have gotten up and left. Mac comes back with the Febreeze. Now we have a Febreeze smelling fart. Not good.
The smell just seems to get worse and worse. Then Mac announces that the smell is coming from the vent in the floor. OH NO!
To describe the smell at this point, I would say "raw sewage".
So Stacy comes home and walks in the door and the first thing he says is "What did you cook?" Now at this point I have had the windows and doors open already and the smell is still that bad so I'm not sure what THAT meant.
I told him he had to go see what was wrong. He suits up and goes under the house and finds nothing!!
Friday he makes a few calls and then the "sucker upper" people come. They put tubes in the air vents to suck out whatever is in them. At this point we know that one of those cute little tiny mice have come to haunt us for catching one of their buddies from the woods out back. Then they do some ozone treatment to the air so we can breathe again.
I've been gone all day Friday. I come home and immediately say, "it still stinks". But my merciful husband says,"just give it some time to clear out it will get better."
Well, long story short, today is Tuesday and I broke down this morning. I had enough. It's getting hotter outside. We can not keep leaving the windows and doors open. We need some AC. I can not stand it any longer. The smells have changed. I have changed!
So, once again THE HUSBAND goes under the house with only these instructions..."Do not come back in this house until you find what ever it is OR I'm moving!!!"
I was looking forward to moving to a house with some land, but I guess we'll have to stay here a little while longer.
The only thing we can figure is this...
He put on a new door that leads under the house in the fall. Well, apparently in the process something got inside and when the door was closed and locked... he was trapped. Our first clue should have been our dog Tess because where he was living was the EXACT spot that she would just go to and bark at for no reason. It was a bare corner in the bathroom. She would go there and bark and just sit and stare in the corner for hours. She would jump off the bed in the middle of the night and go bark at the corner.
Anyways, he lived in our insulation all winter. What he ate, I have no idea. But he ain't eating anymore. That may be why he died. He ate everything there was to eat. I'm wondering how the pest control guys didn't find him...they go under the house. Obviously not good enough tho'.
So, Stacy is going through the insulation and I'm yelling from inside the house, "the smell is over to the right!!!" (while I'm gagging, but hey I wanted to do my part)
He said the insulation looked like a tyrannosaurus had ripped through it. Then he turns and sees fur. Immediately he thinks squirrel. He's holding a bag under it and then it drops into the bag with such force that it scares even him.
He takes it out back to bury it but the suspense is killing him. He has to know. Is this the mother of all squirrels?
No, it's a...
Possum. EEEEEEEEEECCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LAST Thursday while my husband was at worship practice the kids & I are enjoying a show on Nick. Graham starts cutting the cheese. Of course we holler and threaten him but end up laughing. Then later it happens again, but this time he doesn't admit that it's him. And the smell just lingers. It will not go away. It gets so bad that I have to get up and leave the room. Miles & Mac have gotten up and left. Mac comes back with the Febreeze. Now we have a Febreeze smelling fart. Not good.
The smell just seems to get worse and worse. Then Mac announces that the smell is coming from the vent in the floor. OH NO!
To describe the smell at this point, I would say "raw sewage".
So Stacy comes home and walks in the door and the first thing he says is "What did you cook?" Now at this point I have had the windows and doors open already and the smell is still that bad so I'm not sure what THAT meant.
I told him he had to go see what was wrong. He suits up and goes under the house and finds nothing!!
Friday he makes a few calls and then the "sucker upper" people come. They put tubes in the air vents to suck out whatever is in them. At this point we know that one of those cute little tiny mice have come to haunt us for catching one of their buddies from the woods out back. Then they do some ozone treatment to the air so we can breathe again.
I've been gone all day Friday. I come home and immediately say, "it still stinks". But my merciful husband says,"just give it some time to clear out it will get better."
Well, long story short, today is Tuesday and I broke down this morning. I had enough. It's getting hotter outside. We can not keep leaving the windows and doors open. We need some AC. I can not stand it any longer. The smells have changed. I have changed!
So, once again THE HUSBAND goes under the house with only these instructions..."Do not come back in this house until you find what ever it is OR I'm moving!!!"
I was looking forward to moving to a house with some land, but I guess we'll have to stay here a little while longer.
The only thing we can figure is this...
He put on a new door that leads under the house in the fall. Well, apparently in the process something got inside and when the door was closed and locked... he was trapped. Our first clue should have been our dog Tess because where he was living was the EXACT spot that she would just go to and bark at for no reason. It was a bare corner in the bathroom. She would go there and bark and just sit and stare in the corner for hours. She would jump off the bed in the middle of the night and go bark at the corner.
Anyways, he lived in our insulation all winter. What he ate, I have no idea. But he ain't eating anymore. That may be why he died. He ate everything there was to eat. I'm wondering how the pest control guys didn't find him...they go under the house. Obviously not good enough tho'.
So, Stacy is going through the insulation and I'm yelling from inside the house, "the smell is over to the right!!!" (while I'm gagging, but hey I wanted to do my part)
He said the insulation looked like a tyrannosaurus had ripped through it. Then he turns and sees fur. Immediately he thinks squirrel. He's holding a bag under it and then it drops into the bag with such force that it scares even him.
He takes it out back to bury it but the suspense is killing him. He has to know. Is this the mother of all squirrels?
No, it's a...
Possum. EEEEEEEEEECCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Husband vs. Food
Today was one of 'those' kind of Mondays.
I was cut off 3 times while trying to call our local newspaper to let them know that our church ad which has already been paid for, was not being put in the paper. They have missed it 3 times now. Not including the 3 whole weeks that they messed it up. The same newspaper that for the last month can not find our drive way if it was Hollywood Boulevard and continue to leave our paper at our neighbors house down the street.
I went to quickly buy stamps at the local office supply which turned out to be a never ending ordeal. First, I just want a book of stamps. "ok, that will be $ 8.40" Paid for it, done deal. She opens the drawer..."I'm sorry we only have rolls, do you want one of those?" - WELL, I guess if that's all you got! 42 freakin' dollars later!! the register crashes in the middle of the 3rd transaction, because you see she had to exchange my book for a roll and then, blah, blah, blah.
THEN by this time, I'm hungry. Now, you have to understand how things get when I'm hungry. There is no love. There is no patience. There is no reasoning. Only wrath. The wrath of Amy.
My husband has asked me to call him when I'm ready to eat so he can meet me. But now I find that the church office number is down. Called it like 300 times. BUSY. Hate that sound. Problem with the local phone company.
So, I have to chose - FOOD or HUSBAND. Atlanta Bread was really good, it hit the spot.
Hope your Monday was better than mine :0)
I was cut off 3 times while trying to call our local newspaper to let them know that our church ad which has already been paid for, was not being put in the paper. They have missed it 3 times now. Not including the 3 whole weeks that they messed it up. The same newspaper that for the last month can not find our drive way if it was Hollywood Boulevard and continue to leave our paper at our neighbors house down the street.
I went to quickly buy stamps at the local office supply which turned out to be a never ending ordeal. First, I just want a book of stamps. "ok, that will be $ 8.40" Paid for it, done deal. She opens the drawer..."I'm sorry we only have rolls, do you want one of those?" - WELL, I guess if that's all you got! 42 freakin' dollars later!! the register crashes in the middle of the 3rd transaction, because you see she had to exchange my book for a roll and then, blah, blah, blah.
THEN by this time, I'm hungry. Now, you have to understand how things get when I'm hungry. There is no love. There is no patience. There is no reasoning. Only wrath. The wrath of Amy.
My husband has asked me to call him when I'm ready to eat so he can meet me. But now I find that the church office number is down. Called it like 300 times. BUSY. Hate that sound. Problem with the local phone company.
So, I have to chose - FOOD or HUSBAND. Atlanta Bread was really good, it hit the spot.
Hope your Monday was better than mine :0)
Saturday, March 7, 2009
It's that time of year again...
Take me out to the ball game...
The boys started their season today with a double header. What a gorgeous day to play. This is one of those years that the boys get to play together (which I LOVE) and it's now "kid pitch". So things are very interesting. Bases get stolen, kids get hit (which is not a good thing when your son is pitching). But for a mom, it's a perfect Saturday.
I love to watch them. There are good days and bad days, but we always try and find the key to build character in whatever the turn out is. I believe in team sports. I believe it builds qualities & provides times for us to reinforce character building foundations for later in life. They meet nice kids, hard to deal with kids, learn to listen, follow directions, etc. All kinds of things that can be applied to life.
I remember Dr. Rutland always said, "keep them busy & they'll stay out of trouble". If that's true then ours should be saints. :)
So when you call our house and don't get an answer chances are we are hanging out together at the ballfield... enjoying the best years of our lives! Turney5
The boys started their season today with a double header. What a gorgeous day to play. This is one of those years that the boys get to play together (which I LOVE) and it's now "kid pitch". So things are very interesting. Bases get stolen, kids get hit (which is not a good thing when your son is pitching). But for a mom, it's a perfect Saturday.
I love to watch them. There are good days and bad days, but we always try and find the key to build character in whatever the turn out is. I believe in team sports. I believe it builds qualities & provides times for us to reinforce character building foundations for later in life. They meet nice kids, hard to deal with kids, learn to listen, follow directions, etc. All kinds of things that can be applied to life.
I remember Dr. Rutland always said, "keep them busy & they'll stay out of trouble". If that's true then ours should be saints. :)
So when you call our house and don't get an answer chances are we are hanging out together at the ballfield... enjoying the best years of our lives! Turney5
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Organizers unite...
What is it about Organization that just makes me SO happy? My world is complete. My life is easier. My cares are less. My burdens are lighter.
So, why is it so hard to find the time. Is the task so great? Is is because it's somebody else's mess I'm organizing?
I believe in taking baby steps. Start on one project and stay on it till it's done. Then move on to the next. Then the next. By the time you finish everything, it will be time to start organizing the first thing again. :)
So, why is it so hard to find the time. Is the task so great? Is is because it's somebody else's mess I'm organizing?
I believe in taking baby steps. Start on one project and stay on it till it's done. Then move on to the next. Then the next. By the time you finish everything, it will be time to start organizing the first thing again. :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Launch Month
WOW! What a month February was!!
Once again, I fell off the blog wagon...but it was for good reason :)
Church at The Crossing is now officially official.
We have had 4 incredible weeks of launching the church. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that it would be like this. After the first Sunday service Stacy and I were talking that night and we both said, "just think, we get to do this again next week!". And it's been like that every week.
I LOVE the people that come. I LOVE the people that we work with. We have an awesome Dream Team of volunteers.
Now that I'm getting back into a routine, hopefully I will be faithfully once again.
I LOVE MY LIFE!!!
~A
Once again, I fell off the blog wagon...but it was for good reason :)
Church at The Crossing is now officially official.
We have had 4 incredible weeks of launching the church. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that it would be like this. After the first Sunday service Stacy and I were talking that night and we both said, "just think, we get to do this again next week!". And it's been like that every week.
I LOVE the people that come. I LOVE the people that we work with. We have an awesome Dream Team of volunteers.
Now that I'm getting back into a routine, hopefully I will be faithfully once again.
I LOVE MY LIFE!!!
~A
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