Thursday, September 30, 2010

Why?

Several people have asked me why I'm trying to lose weight. Apparently, being overweight is not a good enough reason to want to lose it? I'm not sure. So I sat down and thought about it for a bit, because I really wanted to know myself. One night, I just decided it was time, but why?


These children are one of  my favorite reasons. My nieces and nephews, Christmas of 09. I want to be able to play games & spend time with them and not be worn out in 30 minutes.


This little girl, Gracie, is one of the sweetest reasons. Here she is protecting mommy from the evil goggie in the mirror. She fought with it for a few minutes. I think she finally realized it was her. Or that the other dog was just protecting her mommy too.



Here's my funniest reason, Squishy. See the eyes? I told you they were demon dogs. She reminds me so much of a cat sometimes. She just doesn't want to do anything you want her to do, until she's ready. She named herself by the way.



This is my pushover reason, Spot. I am a pushover for this dog. I don't know why. Possibly has something to do with the fact that I can do no wrong in his eyes. He just wants to pile up with me for ear scratches and tummy rubs.
Can you tell I love my dogs? I do. And my nieces & nephews. (My whole family, really.)


This man right here. He is the most awesome reason. He is everything I'd have asked for. He amazes me. For example, when he was in last, I was complaining about the fact that the radio at work sucked. You can't pick up a decent station and it didn't have a place for cd's. Only tapes. I love music. Alot. Mike knows that. I'd gotten an mp3 player for when I go for walks and we had looked for a docking station, but they were too expensive. I was adjusting to the fact of a non-musical work place. I really was. Well I had to work on one of the days he was in. He had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my meds for me & was cruising the clearance aisle, killing time. And then? A light shined down from heaven and pointed out a docking station for $1.99. So smart him picks up that & the triple A batteries needed for it and delivers it to my workplace that day. See? I love, love, love him.

Oh, and that girl up there in the pic with my hubby? She's the best reason to lose weight. My stance is this. I am and always will be number 1 in my life. Why? Because if I don't take care of myself, how can I take care of others?

So, those are my main reasons. My family. My dogs. The love of my life. Me. Now then. I'm going to share with you my reward for losing the weight. My goal is to be 200 lbs. Once I get there, I may decide I want/need to lose more. But my reward for getting to 200 lbs?



This is a 2008 Kawasaki Ninja 250R. (This picture is credited to Norman Mayersohn for The New York Times. I just found it on Google images) This. Just this. I drool for this. I see this and my heart beats faster. I wants it. It's my precious. I could get it now, but I won't. I am pushing my patience, commitment, and self for this. Every time I want to slack off. Every time I feel like I'm not getting anywhere, I look at this.

A friend got me hooked on this site : http://killboy.com/ I love the highlights. The photography is awesome. Most of the things being photographed I want. At least to touch them. I saw this image earlier today and it makes me think of my daddy. (This photo does not belong to me. I don't know who took it exactly because they have different photographers, but it's on killboy's website, so it's his.)



Alright, I've had enough photo fun today. I hope you go by killboy's website to check out the cool cars/trucks/bikes. Oh, but word of advice. If you're at work, the fuzzy pictures - a.k.a. the naughty - are definitely not safe for work.

Love to all,
Allie

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Slacker.

Slacker. That is what I am. Sometimes. I fully meant to blog last night, but alas, it did not happen. Why? I went to the fair last night. It was so much fun. It was rideathon stamp night. I went on so many rides I dang near made myself dizzy. One thing I noticed about the fair. You either see people you're related to, people you wish you weren't related to, or ex boyfriends. Guess who I saw last night? ALL of them. I was like, really?

 Saw my nephews - M & S. They're growing so fast. Seems like just yesterday I was changing their dirty diapers. I miss that. Sweet. Innocent. Willing to give kisses & hugs. Now they're preteen know it alls that are miserly with love. But it's all good. They'll out grow that phase and love me again eventually.

After them, it was my ex, P. He's a doofus. What was I thinking? That is all I can ask myself now. And then it was my cousin, J. I love him, because he's family, but I don't like him.

Anyway. I walked a ton & didn't get tired. Even though I walked 2 miles that morning. I didn't even go all out on the food either. 1 small caramel apple. Yes, that is bad for me, for the most part. Wish you could have seen the girl's face when I told her I wanted the smallest one. (Oh yes, I did) Priceless.

The thing I am most proud of, I did the day before, though. 30 pushups without stopping. Ask mom, she was there. She did 20, btw. So proud. I'm going to post again later. For now, I'm going over to a friends house for cards.

Love to All,
Allie

Monday, September 27, 2010

Tired.

   Tired. That is the word for today. I did a bad, bad thing. Well not extremely bad. Not even immoral or illegal. Just not good for me. I didn't go to sleep until around 1 this morning. Why? Because I just couldn't wind down quickly enough. And then, I woke up at 7. I didn't want to. I had my alarm set for 7:45, but oh no, my brain decided I needed to be awake 45 minutes early. So I snuggled with my demon dogs for 45 mins before I forced myself out of bed. I put on my new sports bra. (Danskin High Impact - it's awesome) & my workout clothes and headed to moms house.

  We went to the walking track in Henagar. I love to work out with mom. It's so much fun. She just so happens to be my best friend. So anyway, it's been kinda rainy here. Which is awesome, because we need the rain. But it is major suck to walk in the rain. We'd done 1.5 miles when we noticed the storm clouds moving in. We made the big loop to add the last .5 mile in one. We'd just finished our cool down stretches & gotten in the car when the skies opened up and poured buckets. That walking track is pretty great. There are just a few things wrong with it. It needs to be resurfaced. There are several cracks that make it a little unstable in places. That is caused by what you see in the picture below.



  These are workers for the city of Henagar that collect the garbage. Instead of walking over to the trash barrel and carrying it 10 feet, it is apparently neccessary to drive on the walking track. Where I might add, people were still walking. How effed up is that? What totally kills me is the fact that there are signs everywhere that state no cars/bikes/skateboards on the walking track. Grrr.

  Alright, so after that we had to rush over to Pisgah school & take my minion some pain reliever. Someone opened the door and it cut her toe really badly. After we checked on her, we flew (not really) back to mom's house so we could do the strength training routine before I got ready for work. I had to be there at 11:30 am.

  Work was slam busy tonight. Mondays are usually slow after 5, but we were busy right up until 8. I've been going, going, going all day and I am worn out. But before I leave, I'm going to copy & paste the Day Two post from sparkpeople. I hope whomever is reading this is enjoying it. I'm really enjoying writing it.

Day Two : Oh. Em. Gee. I woke up this morning & I was so sore. But it was such a good feeling. My stomach, my arms, my thighs... all sore. And I loved it. Every time I moved, I could feel it. It was great. Is that weird? I went to see my dad today. Trying to do the whole balance work, family, friends, life thing. And the first thing he says? Gosh, you're getting so little! And my daddy? He calls it like it is. Not so long ago, he said to me, Shay... you're fat. And I said yeah, you too kettle. (That's how we've always been. Nothing but love, I swear.) So to hear him tell me repeatedly today that I was getting smaller & he was so proud of me, well that just makes me glow. From the inside out. So yes. I am sore, but I am ecstatic.


Love to all,
Allie

By the way, Danskin does not support me in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I just happen to love that bra.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Earlier Posts.

  Hi everyone. I originally started blogging on sparkpeople, but decided that I wanted to be a little more accessible. So, for my next few posts, I'm going to copy my first posts here. I'll still talk about my day, but some of that stuff is pretty funny.

  Today was kinda fun. It rained a good bit, which I'm totally thankful for. Right before twilight, there was a huge beautiful rainbow that went on for miles. Here is where I have to tell you about my leprechaun. I'm not sure of his name. He's probably 5'5, has red hair, green eyes, and can pull off an amazing Irish accent. Even funnier? He works at O'Reilly Auto Parts. So anyway, he comes running in and says "Aye, lass. See my rainbow? You can't have my pot of gold, but you can play with my lucky charms." I laughed so hard, I choked on my gum. I love my job. You meet the greatest people. And the meanest. That story, however, is for another day.

 This is my first post on the sparkpeople blog. It is called Day One.

Today is day one of the rest of forever. Day one of trying harder. Day one of eating better. Day one of exercising more. Day one of not being ashamed to look in the mirror. I'm proud of myself for starting this journey. I'll be even more proud when I've reached my goals and continue to have the healthy habits I'll pick up.

Alright, I'm about to be out like a light bulb.

Love to All,
Allie

Intro to Allie

  Hi All. Welcome to Confessions by Allie. I'm new to blogging, so please, cut me a little slack. So, a little about me and why I'm here. Me : 28 year old female from Henagar, Alabama. Look it up. Seriously. It's tiny. I've been married a little over 6 years to a wonderful man, Mike. We have 3 demon dogs, Squishy, Spotticus, & Gracie. If you are not familiar with demon dogs, go google Rat Terriers. They are hyper little monkeys who like to run, jump, bark, and I absolutely love them. They make up the majority of my world.

 Why I'm here : Well, to be honest, I recently started a diet. One of my goals is to write in a journal daily. I've been thinking over blogging for around 6 months or so and decided to start a blog so I can share the ins, outs, ups, and downs with family and friends. Yes. I know. The internet is a big place with not family and not friends. I have always been a very private person. Sometimes too private. So I figure... why not? Why not put myself out there and have an online journal? Who knows, maybe it will help someone else.

 So, now you've met me. Or well, read about me. Now then. I'm going to post a picture of me. This is the picture that made me realize exactly how far I'd let myself go. I saw this picture and cried for a good hour. It is me, Christmas of 2009. And here comes todays confession. In this picture, I weigh 325 pounds. No, I'm not kidding. This is the first time anyone besides my mother or my husband knew my actual weight. This is when I reached the point of Oh My God. What have I become?


                     So.... that is me and my Mike. I look back now and think. Wow. Really?
  Alright. That's enough for tonight. I have to get up early for my walk. I'll be posting again tomorrow. Or later today.

Love to all,
Allie