tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13257643655003643042024-03-12T22:33:23.003-07:00Big Smiles For MamaAlisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-55305796203281137482012-10-11T00:04:00.002-07:002012-10-11T00:09:20.446-07:00Toddlers and Pumpkin Patches<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="text-align: left;">Fall clothes-long sleeve shirts and boots and jeans. This is the only thing on the list that has nothing to do with pumpkins.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">My son, and seeing the world through his eyes. And the other day, his eyes saw plenty of pumpkins.</li>
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We had an amazing patch that is like, 2 minutes from my house. I've never ever noticed it before. It's like a hidden gem. You can read all about it and see gazillions more cute pictures <a href="http://amswphotography.blogspot.com/2012/10/its-great-pumpkin-ramona-photographer.html">HERE</a>. </div>
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Check out this guy. He's almost 3 and is just getting so <i>tall.</i> Seriously the top of his head is a little past my waist, and I'm 5'7. He will be 3 in 6 days!! Oh, my little guy. We have the best time. and he just loooved riding in this metal cart all through the fields.</div>
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Happy Halloween and happy fall!<br />
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<i>location of photos: <a href="http://www.mountainvalleyranch.com/">Mountain Valley Ranch, Ramona CA</a></i>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0Ramona, CA 92065, USA33.0417111 -116.86808232.9884686 -116.947046 33.094953600000004 -116.789118tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-12731322623157122502012-08-17T11:09:00.001-07:002012-10-11T00:15:12.428-07:00What's up buddy?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Of course I'm quoting Pauly Shore. Son In Law is (unfortunately) one of my all time favorite movies. </div>
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I haven't been on here in oh, like a year (but you have still visited this site? Thank you, you rock!) That is because I have been a busy girl and working on making my <a href="http://www.amswphotography.com/">love of photography</a> into a viable business. I've had <a href="http://amswphotography.blogspot.com/p/newborn-and-family.html">clients</a>! and so much fun I'm thrilled I found my calling. I still love doing <a href="http://myshearlove.com/">hair</a> and I incorporate that into the photo shoots, but the photography is where I thrive.<br />
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Speaking of thriving, the kid and the husband are doing great. My husband and I celebrate our 1 year anniversary next week! I'm doing the stay at home mom thing for now. We will be putting the kiddo in school soon and (hopefully) the husband finds a new job with a shorter commute (120 miles per day!) and I will find myself a salon for some part time work. Fun stuff.<br />
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Cause the big guy is all "look what I can do!" and is learning faster than I can keep up.</div>
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My kid is a sponge and I know all parents say this, but he's a smart little guy. He's counting to 20, singing the ABC's and drawing in chalk on the driveway. By "drawing" I mean drawing a straight line while yelling, "I draw a heart!" Potty training is a work in progress. Jake will be 3 on October 16th, and is outgrowing his clothes at a rapid rate. I'm sure he will be a solid size 4T by then. This growing/learning thing is awesome to watch and makes me want to add another kid to our craziness and do it all over again (plus, we'd love for him to be a big brother, so maybe in the next 2 years we will add to our family).</div>
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Life is good, and will continue to change like it always does. We've had a few ups and downs, but the ups are always bigger and more frequent than the downs.<br />
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Happy early Anniversary to my lovely husband. I look forward to many more years to come.</div>
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Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0San Diego, CA, USA32.7153292 -117.157255132.2878202 -117.7889691 33.1428382 -116.5255411tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-28672851352030982602011-11-04T18:42:00.000-07:002012-10-11T00:15:37.207-07:00I'm just here to post picturesI'm passing thru, and not kicking myself too much for posting all the time. Life changes and all that, ya know. But yet I miss blogging, and feel that I should at least say hello!<br />
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Quickie update- Engagement fraught with challenges, attitude adjustments on both parts, and serious compromise. The wedding took away much tension and anxiety, and I can happily say I enjoy being married. Now- he's working his little butt off, and I am doing the stay at home mom thing while I look for work. Our son is growing and we are seeing what a little smarty pants he is.</div>
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Also? I'm scared to brag cause what if the stuff he does isn't so extraordinary? It's all amazing milestones to us, so I revel in it all. Like on a recent visit to the library, he walks over to the children's area mat to Blue Horse (from Brown Bear, Brown Bear, what do you see?) and yells, "Blue Horse!" See, my kid is a genius ;) I know it's just association, but still...pretty cool to watch him do this stuff all.the.time. now.</div>
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Alright time to plaster this blog with more pics! Get ready, here they come! Oh yeah, I have been delving HEAVILY into my love of photography and tweaking everything in Lightroom, including my wedding pics (my bro was my photographer)</div>
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Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0San Diego, CA, USA32.7153292 -117.157255132.2878202 -117.7889691 33.1428382 -116.5255411tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-41575879179528904472011-07-21T08:59:00.000-07:002011-07-21T08:59:07.597-07:00The To-do list keeps growingI've had it pretty easy with the wedding planning. The hotel I chose for the reception has an awesome wedding coordinator and he's been handling so much of the plans. I love it. I have been able to sit back and smile, knowing someone else other than myself has ordered blue organza fabric for the chairs. Such a lovely contrast to my first wedding, where I planned my entire outdoor wedding from scratch in 1 month. My military husband to be was out to sea, and returned two days before our wedding. It was pure stress. I absolutely did not want to repeat my past with my second wedding.<br />
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Now, I'm hitting the detail point. Everything on my wedding addled mind is put in extensive lists. Little things to do like buy translucent face powder to set my wanna be waterproof makeup. Shoes that match my dress better than the ones I first picked out. Ordering Maid of Honor and Best man gifts, securing the wedding location (I am currently "penciled in" with the local parks and recreation dept.) cause I am, ahem, getting married outdoors again (I will repeat the past with an outdoor wedding, cause I love them and J and I had our first kiss on the top of this mountain).<br />
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You see, lots of little yet important things to do. Best of all? We are finally getting my wedding ring this Saturday! After his job change and all that, the ring got pushed to the back burner. Since I don't want to pull a Brittney and buy my own wedding ring, and he has no desire to act like Kevin Federline, I told myself a ring can wait, as long as I get one by the wedding day. And you know what's nuts about me? I totally love Pawn shops. I love the estate jewelery, to be precise. I love the history behind each piece and I know a few stores I want to check out. Saturday, I can't wait for you to get here.Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-85310252191249056152011-07-18T17:31:00.000-07:002011-07-18T17:35:17.499-07:00Summer weekends= WeddingsMy very good friend of 10 years got married this weekend. While I don't know his new wife very well, I am so extremely happy for them. He's 30 and takes his time making good choices so I'm sure he picked the right girl. The wedding was fun, on the waterfront, and involved lots of dancing! I took clues from it to help with my wedding planning (our venues are similar) and even better, it was J's first ever time at a wedding. Can you believe that? The guy is 33 and his first ever time as a guest at a wedding is <i>with me</i>. For some reason, the sap in me thinks that is very sweet. He said he'd take notes for our own wedding. Our own wedding in one month and one week, really.<br />
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</div><div>I love sunless tanner and makeup. The heels didn't last long cause I brought flats to dance in.</div><div>The lovely fiance was already tired of my picture taking when I sabotaged him with this one.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok, I see this and I see me trying to disguise a double chin. My absolute number one goal- drop weight so I can see it in my neck. Even old pics of post pregnancy were thinner in the face. What is up with the re-allocation of fat across my body? I swear the fat transferred off my boobs and onto my neck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are so stinkin cute. Disgusting. We'll be following in their footsteps very very soon.</div><div><br />
</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-42612201867844769142011-07-11T10:22:00.000-07:002011-07-11T10:22:14.166-07:00Truth<div><br />
</div><div>Measurements:</div><div>Weight 200.5</div><div>Hips 44.5</div><div>Waist 37 (sometimes 36.5)</div><div>Chest 43</div><div>Thighs 25.25</div><div>Arms 12.75</div><div>Neck 14.25</div><div><br />
</div><div>These have been relatively standard numbers over the last month. I'm kinda proud of myself for that. I mean, I didn't put back on all the 10 pounds that I lost! I started this in April and now it's July. To be honest, I put back on 2 pounds and I am feeling puffy so I think it's water weight. Seems if I pig out one day then drink lots of water the next, the numbers float up, then come back down. So my thinking is, don't pig out, but do your diet and drink water, the numbers will come down! Yay basic logic right? The fun part is doing and sticking with it. I totally am capable of this. I have been good at stabilizing now I will get good at subtracting numbers. Wedding is in 6 weeks!</div><div><br />
</div><div>The plan. Eat Medifast, get a walk in 3x a week. Drink copious amounts of water. Have one cheat if absolutely dying, then move on. Don't get stuck in the "it was only one donut hole, i can have a snack size back of cheetos to really have a cheat" kind of mindset. FYI I'm pretty sure the whole Medifast plan doesn't advocate a cheat.That's just my way of not wanting to kill others around me when i go all nuts from not having processed sugar. I'm thinking its like when you don't drink soda for a while- you have the craving, you drink water instead, deal with it for a few days, then before you know it you don't want Dr. Pepper. When you have it a month later, it tastes like the weirdest prune juice ever, and you realize it is a weird thing to get addicted to. Problem comes when you continue to drink it anyway, then what do you know, you are back on the soda habit. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Nice to suddenly realize I have an addiction. Geeeeze. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Well today is what is now and I can control what I eat today. I started off with morning coffee (I love my Kreuig with a little milk) and a Medifast Peanut Butter Bar. Lunch will probably be a Medifast soup, some ice tea, and a little cheese. I 'll have the honey mustard pretzel snack, then dinner will be steamed veggies and baked chicken. Desert will be the browine with a little peaunt butter on top. Did I mention water? I really should drink that. I like water; I like plain ol regular Arrowhead or whatever bottled water we have on hand and I don't mind drinking it, it's just that I've been downing sun tea like nothing else. mmmm tea. Alright, it's time to get this day started. Good luck to you and your weight loss!</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-60798753526189226172011-07-07T12:07:00.000-07:002011-07-09T18:17:34.160-07:00Going off like fireworks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm8bZt3MZ2OU_6bdTOGM6caE15jUlK1UJzFuNQHQqWIVd97YVMgJzDm7Krx8fzkbSpAbVDfH95LOrxT9lEycEtkZRNsrNtsLmcpTG1wYOMqH2_uTxpoxpNiYd1k21Q8Rmy70uHSQZVNA/s1600/vintage+firework.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm8bZt3MZ2OU_6bdTOGM6caE15jUlK1UJzFuNQHQqWIVd97YVMgJzDm7Krx8fzkbSpAbVDfH95LOrxT9lEycEtkZRNsrNtsLmcpTG1wYOMqH2_uTxpoxpNiYd1k21Q8Rmy70uHSQZVNA/s640/vintage+firework.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The 4th of July was amazing. We had a blowout at our house to celebrate many things. We celebrated the fact we are still able to pay rent (thank God) with J's <i>new job. </i>His industry is tiny and he's got a lot of contacts and was able to get himself a short-term consulting job. It may turn into long term. We will see. Right now, I'm just super happy the man has a job. And that his phone isn't ringing at all hours of the day and night. He's been home around 7pm, instead of 10. Horray! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We celebrated our close friends and family with lots of craziness and laughter. When you open your relatively small home to 30 guests and let the kids run wild, it gets a little nutty. And fun. With lots to clean. I think I'm good with the party host role, but we don't need to go there again for a few more months ;).</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-41665456670649830742011-06-27T01:32:00.001-07:002011-06-27T01:35:28.630-07:00Pulling the blankie over my headSo this is the place where I come to moan about weight loss once a week it seems. Hmmm I'm not ok with that. I have happy every day life going on I swear. Except for the times when life throws you the curve ball. I will complain. Like today, when J lost his job. We'll be ok, but times like this get stressful. I ate a little with the emotional eating trigger, I won't lie. Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet with a new group for a work out boot-camp. Honestly with the current situation, I don't feel like going. We've got errands to run. Trying to figure out the next step to take....can I crawl back in bed?Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-5671299427056231362011-06-20T10:19:00.000-07:002011-06-20T10:19:03.530-07:00Sickly Father's Day WeekendMom, Dad, and baby all sick this weekend. This hasn't happened for a year. You know what? It wasn't all bad. Sometimes being cocooned in your little world is nice. We kept it low key and stayed in the whole time, ordering yummy food like Pizza and Thai (2 separate nights). While the baby napped for <i>4 straight hours</i>, we got in some quality video game time together. When he woke he shrieked in happiness to Blue's Clues. Since my mom's dog Maggie was visiting with us again, she provided entertainment for Jake. He chased her around and she let him just hug her and love on her. I did the minimum of housework and we just lazed around. J seemed to mentally step away from work and it was nice not to have his phone ring off the hook. <div><br />
</div><div>I didn't think too much about my daddy. I know where he is and I will see him again. It's been a little over a year. I cried over him a few days ago, and saved Father's day for celebrating with my son and his Father. If that sounds a little callused, know that I do feel like crying about dad right now (I hate when talking about something makes you think about it, and brings up emotions you were trying to stuff down).</div><div><br />
</div><div>Ok, different topic- weight loss- har har. I drank so much fluid I think I flushed out all toxins. My weight climbed to a puffy 204 the other day, now it made it's way back to 200. TOM + sicky = I don't really care. I am still feeling puffy, but I'll drink more water and eat a Medifast soup and tomorrow should be different.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now, we are back to regular life. I'm gonna take the luxury of another hour of sleep (cause Jake woke 7 times and fell out of his bed 3 times last night! Poor little guy. I don't know if he was having nightmares or what, but I put pillows on the floor on that second fall). Then I get to whip my motivation into shape and go into work. It's a beautiful day outside, and regular life is calling.</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-67928122319720789742011-06-13T15:41:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:41:57.523-07:00I did it! I broke the barrier.For the last year, my barrier has been the 200 pound marker. Well, a few days ago I broke it and got to 198.6! Even better- I've stayed below 200 for the last few days (even with a couple weekend cheats). I've been working out a little more and my appetite has been shrinking. <div><br />
</div><div>I love feeling progress! My new main goal is to work out my back and my arms now. I had my wedding dress fitting, and the bustier under my dress is a little tight. Tight = back fat = ew. The seamstress even pointed it out, and told me that they can get me a bigger size bustier if I don't drop enough weight. Cool. Good to have a back up option. Even still, I view it as motivation to become a weight-lifting, push-up doing beast.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Today more Medifast arrived at my door. I'm looking forward to browines and chili!</div><div><br />
</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-15343470052189096952011-06-10T10:11:00.000-07:002011-06-10T10:15:50.436-07:00Pimping myself outI am taking a shot in the dark- most of those that read this blog don't live in my town. However, I'm looking for a little critique (and hey if you have relatives that live near me and need a haircut send them my way).<br />
check out my <a href="http://myshearlove.com/">business blog</a> and if you feel like it, send me some feedback :). comments are great!Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-59459965881050687992011-06-07T08:19:00.000-07:002011-06-07T08:19:38.190-07:00Working for itI yo yo. Call it laziness, lack of commitment, whatever you want. However, I am quite good at staying in a 5 lb range when I put my mind to it. Since I began my Medifast "I'm gonna drop 40 lbs by my August wedding!" cry, I've lost 9lbs.<br />
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Its like this:<br />
1st week on Medifast- loose 8lbs.<br />
2nd week. Maintain loss<br />
3rd week. Slip a little<br />
4th week-loose the weight I gained when slipping. Now I'm back to where I was at the end of week 1.<br />
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I currently stand at 200 solid pounds. My pants fit better. I am at a solid size 14. My personal victory on Sunday was fitting comfortably into jeans with no stretchy material to them. Old school, straight cotton jeans from Kohls. I wore them happily all day while I ate delicious food at a bbq we hosted. Then I vowed, its' time to get serious!<br />
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I have a wedding dress fitting today, and I know I the dress needs to be taken in cause that baby is loose! My goal- to make today's fitting need another fitting come July. I want that dress to be taken in again!<br />
I can do it I can do it I feel like the little engine that could ;)Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-17878148235279731202011-06-02T08:40:00.000-07:002011-06-02T08:40:08.595-07:00Baby to Toddler bedroom makeover Part 1When we moved into a rental house with white walls, my first question to the landlord was, "Can we paint?" Last night Jake's walls were covered in a lovely coat of Glidden Pool Party.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, I touch up the white base trim and ceiling. I've got to find an espresso/cherry mix to paint this Ikea closet we have. Funny thing about this house- no closets-at all! Off to Home Depot I go :)</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-27757820449638784902011-05-31T16:08:00.000-07:002011-05-31T16:08:13.131-07:00Weight loss while CampingI think everyone should go camping with a toddler. It's an interesting time, and you will be moving a lot, so it's great exercise. Enough so that I lost 2 lbs while eating hot dogs and pudding snacks (offhand, it's time to order more Medifast cause I'm running low). Best part was it was baby's first camping trip. He had a blasty-blast and we will be going again for sure.<br />
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The river that runs through the campground was up this year, and the inner tubes were out. We rented one and took turns watching the baby so we could go tubbing down the river. How chicken am I? Lets just say that every little waterfall with tons of rocks jutting out caused me to climb out, and get back in further down where the water was calm. I spent most of my time climbing in and out of a little river laden with rocks and sandbars. Then I stopped short on a sandbar, grinding my shorts-clad butt into the rocks. In front of a big group of guys about 20 years old. They looked at me, and ooooohed "Oh, too big." I quietly kept my dignity and climbed out of the water and hiked back to the camp with tube over one shoulder.<br />
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It sucks, and yeah maybe I am too big at the moment, but in reality the only people not getting stuck at that part of the river were skinny 13 year olds laying flat on their inner tubes. But hey, I can use it as motivation, right?<br />
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Anyway, dochey guys aside, we had fun. Check out the cuteness.<br />
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Then it rained Sunday morning and our tent started to flood. Jake was confined to the playpen and we packed up and abandoned ship. Got home safe and I gotta say, it was so lovely to come home, flop down in a big comfy bed and nap. The 3 of us hung around the house all day. Great Memorial Day weekend. Hope yours was fun!Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-91652409784969681522011-05-23T13:54:00.000-07:002011-05-23T13:54:32.135-07:00Making progress and cheatingOk- It's been an up and down week, but primarily filled with Ups!<br />
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</div> Jake is always an Up! Plus, holding your child in front of you is the most awesome pose for hiding a belly.<br />
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Ups:<br />
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<ul><li>I did push ups. Full on, regular push ups. My arms are looking less flabby.</li>
<li>I feel healthier and stronger</li>
<li>I drank more water</li>
<li>The 4 pounds I gained back went away</li>
<li>Water washes away last nights sins</li>
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Downs:<br />
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<ul><li>Late night snacks. Like at 2 am when I'm staying up playing video games with my man cause he worked super late and needs to unwind.</li>
<li>Beer. Need I say more? Sam Adams Summer Ale was worth it. I only had 2, so I won't beat myself up.</li>
<li>The willingness to cheat! I get to screaming in my head if I deny myself a piece of bread. So I eat one, and I stop there.</li>
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All in all, I am feeling like I can rock this weight loss. I eat awesome food like this every now and again, then eat Medifast the rest of the time. FYI, this is totally off plan.<br />
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Daddy getting up early so I can sleep just a little longer<br />
Baby curling up on the couch next to me with a book<br />
Blues Clues on in the background<br />
Coffee<br />
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and the afternoon? Great enough to enjoy time outside, and throw a toy for the doggie. Jake is learning to throw Maggie her toy tire<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Life is good. Enjoy your day!</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-26720030074770262212011-05-16T10:20:00.000-07:002011-05-16T15:15:01.039-07:00What does weight loss look like?Like a slightly flatter tummy...<br />
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and a less lumpy neck. I swear that is my #1 motivation for weight loss. I don't need to see 3 chins when I smile at camera. Gross. And don't mind the fiance's sweats- they are pretty comfy if not the most flattering.<br />
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I've made progress mostly in figuring out what my body is telling me. Mainly, my body shuts down and gives me massive headaches if I substitute protein for salt or sugar. Example- last night. It's that lovely TOM and I just wanted SALT with a passion. I was getting pretty grumpy and J was making a run to the store for milk. Did I want anything? Yes, I want some Ruffles Sour cream and chive potato chips but dammit I can't have any. I'll be good, don't get me anything. What did that man come home with? I big ol bag of the chips. I decided he was showing love and not trying to sabotage me. Half the day I thought ooooh he loves me! Plus, he ate half the bag. I ate enough to give me a headache.<br />
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Lesson learned- indulge a little now and then, but DUH! Don't eat to the point of sickness! My diet isn't heavy in salt or sugar, so these little side trips are messing up my body. I'm re-learning what I can and can't eat (that won't make me sick). Better yet, sticking to my diet equals the best results. Where can I buy some willpower?Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-87015532183990892742011-05-10T18:11:00.000-07:002011-05-10T18:11:14.482-07:00Fat pants dayIn 8 days I lost 8 lbs. It's pretty amazing and I'm seeing results all over my body. Half an inch down on my waist, chest, thighs, and 1 inch on my hips. I'd post pics but, uh, I gave my self little food "reward". Banana cream pie. From Claim Jumpers. It was from Mother's Day dinner. And my self control to only eat one piece went out the window. I'm sitting here with a super puffy tummy.<br />
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In light of today's binge this is how I feel - other than shamefaced- is Tired. Sluggish. Ugh. All that sugar hit me like a ton of bricks. I've been doing so well that an influx of pie made my system yell "Woman, WTF?? Seriously lady!!!" I'm gonna go back to listening to my body- it seems to work better that way.Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-86376832318140296882011-05-10T10:56:00.000-07:002011-05-10T10:56:26.174-07:00Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6cLjfNqzIXPb6o1l-MQOQlq-6QvbCH8rTovRv9kEtMacht5n93mBmI-UWfb6kyhdMFeIFStQmSScwqhdrebS9j41x_19ocZd3F_dX6ARQXBAEvuzLTXHTZzXzNUvR3HhEkaQL4DWU4U/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6cLjfNqzIXPb6o1l-MQOQlq-6QvbCH8rTovRv9kEtMacht5n93mBmI-UWfb6kyhdMFeIFStQmSScwqhdrebS9j41x_19ocZd3F_dX6ARQXBAEvuzLTXHTZzXzNUvR3HhEkaQL4DWU4U/s400/DSC_0343.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Check out the new lower tooth that is finally in...<br />
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Pretty colors on a gloomy morning<br />
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</div>Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-49807724097007762622011-05-06T08:55:00.000-07:002011-05-06T08:57:09.062-07:00Death is just another part of life...Thanks Momma in Forrest Gump. I've had that quote in my head since 1994. Ever since that scene where she's lying in bed and saying, "Ahm dhying Forrest" (sorry for the lame phonetic spelling, but hey you get the accent).<br />
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So today is the 1 year anniversary of my dad's death. I'm trying to look at it in a different way. His birthday was July 28. I might start thinking of that instead as the anniversary of his life. I gotta tell you, during the last few weeks, the sadness periodically creeps up on me. We were out for a drive a couple weekends ago, and we drove near the cemetery where he has a memorial plaque (he was cremated). I was driving and powerful sobs started racking my body. I just started wailing. My fiance freaked and said what's going on? Pull over! He had no clue why I was bawling.<br />
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Today, I am a little better. I've had a couple more break downs (one last night) and crying really does help. I have a feeling if my dad were alive he'd laugh, pat me on the back, and tell a stupid joke to get me to quit crying. I miss him so much.<br />
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Any great ideas? Any links to sites (even your own!) that have design that you love? I'm gathering ideas and feedback is helpful :)Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-63918555473123802002011-05-02T22:35:00.000-07:002011-05-02T22:35:53.209-07:00Weekends are for Date night! and um, easter candyWeight -<br />
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Down 5 lbs! In 5 days. Yaaaaaay!<br />
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Well, what did i eat. Medifast during the day, then I went to a birthday bbq. I kept it under control with 3 ribs and a small salad, light dressing. The trouble ensued when we got home cause it was a date night! Yes my mom so kindly took the kiddo overnight. It was his second night with her and they had a blast playing with the dogs and going to church in the morning.<br />
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We indulged while Jakey was gone- loud music, having 1 a few drinks and some chocolates, and singing at the top of our lungs. When I weighed myself in the morning, I was up 1 pound to 204.7. I expected it.<br />
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Sunday followed with water and a bar for breakfast. Then, since we were out and about picking up Jake, we stopped for lunch. The child loves eggs and pancakes, so we found Bob's Big Boy. I started to order a cobb salad, but got sidetracked with multigrain pancakes and fruit. I justified it with no syrup and didn't eat the whole plateful. Dinner was another bar (they really are good- and I'm a creature of habit).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> crappy photo, but its' Bob's Big Boy! He's awesome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I swore I saw my belly getting shrinky in the mirror. Then I climbed on the scale this morning. 203.8! I can do this (without taking too many bites of the easter bunny ears).Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-47273969166558770012011-04-29T08:34:00.000-07:002011-04-29T08:34:03.448-07:00I've lost 3 poundsIn one day. I'm guessing a lot of it is water weight, but hey I don't mind :). Yesterday consisted of drinking a gallon of water, and following my new diet:<br />
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Morning- Protein bar<br />
Mid morning- Oatmeal<br />
Lunch-another bar<br />
Mid Afternoon- pretzel snack<br />
Dinner- 4oz baked chicken, 1 cup green bean. I snuck in 2 mushrooms and half a banana.<br />
Dessert- Brownie.<br />
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The crazy thing at the end of the day? I was full. Utterly, completely FULL. I only ate half of my dessert. There might be something wrong with me ;).<br />
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Honestly, if I keep up like this I will be dropping weight in no time!Alisha S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000972264379975752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325764365500364304.post-78600357491689788852011-04-28T14:21:00.000-07:002011-04-28T14:23:20.189-07:00In the beginning there was...Medifast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Time to start all over. Today is my first day of Medifast, and what follows is the humiliation of chunky pics. Hopefully to be followed with skinny pics, soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">We begin at the beginning- post pregnancy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">..Present day. The end of April, 2011. My son is now 18 months. Time to get on the stability ball!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">208 lbs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPz_VIFyW2YqplD056IM4f_ZaFWsHFV-FiL55b8agunhT3W2ZmaP_2yL9drXpztc9hvXL3mZGG5pIpLeXA7M-bzUfSXFsJxlyROR7Sr6sQCdFXqwa-0zbG2CH8I9KWLtATF1TxiwFgec/s1600/front+view-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPz_VIFyW2YqplD056IM4f_ZaFWsHFV-FiL55b8agunhT3W2ZmaP_2yL9drXpztc9hvXL3mZGG5pIpLeXA7M-bzUfSXFsJxlyROR7Sr6sQCdFXqwa-0zbG2CH8I9KWLtATF1TxiwFgec/s400/front+view-1.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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I did the happy dance when I saw that big box of food sitting on my doorstep. Good for me food. Help me loose weight food. So with that, the diet and before and after pics start tomorrow.<br />
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Tonight, I live it up with food. Pizza delivery man is on his way. mmmm cheese ravioli :)<br />
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