Showing posts with label arrington vineyards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arrington vineyards. Show all posts

here i am again.

i've struggled with weight my entire life.  (ugh, there i said it) i know more about nutrition, diets, eating right, healthy weight, incentives, the list goes one because my entire life...it has been my life.  
i have ran a half-marathon.  i have trained hard for that half-marathon. and i have felt the feeling of crossing that finish line.  the feeling of having legs that feel like they might just turn into spaghetti with one more step.  but better, the feeling that you just ran 13.1 miles and no one can take that away.  and even better, knowing that to run that far means that you have to be in good good shape.  
i have been there.  

now i am here.  here where i need to loose weight again.  it's the most frustrating thing. ever.  if you have ever been in my shoes, you totally understand.  
it.  is.  so.  frustrating.  

i have always always let it hold me back.  i know for a fact that my chosen profession was mostly determined because i knew that children and families that you care for are going to love you no matter what.  and if i wasn't a super model or even just "normal" weight, the love is unconditional.  when i met brad, i was at my smallest weight to date.  and i am pretty confident god is in the details.  details like he knew that i would have never ever even dreamed that brad could have been interested in me if i looked like i see myself.  
like i still see myself today.

but this year, i have decided i have to get it together for once and for all.  i have got to let weight stop defining me.  i have got to stop hiding behind it.  i am worth more than that.

so i am doing it again.  only this time for good.  i know it.  i don't want to have to write another post like this.  i want to write another post telling you that i did it.  
that i am proud of who i am.  
proud of what i look like.
i want to be pretty.  
to feel pretty.
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on the way home from new years, when brad, bessie and myself went on a little ski trip where we didn't ski...bessie and i talked and talked and talked til we came up with this plan.  

with the help of the fitness pal app on our iphones, we were going to track our intake daily.  (do you have the fitness pal app, have you heard of it?  it is awesome.) and keep each other accountable.  
i need that.  
i have always done it alone.
because with my weight comes guilt and shame.
so i force myself to feel really alone.
accountability.  

and we decided to make it a game (kinda).

here are the rules:
we have to workout five days a week.  no excuses.  five days.
we have to record all of our food on the fitness pal app.
{we can see each others progress this way}
oh crap.

then {the good good stuff to keep us going...}
after four weeks if we both did our part (eating right and working out our five days) we get a reward.  
if one of us messes up and doesn't do our part, then neither of us get the reward...
bessie better get to the gym.  thats all i'm saying. 

rewards thus far:
january - arrington vineyards afternoon
february - facial/body treatment we wound't normally do.
march - new workout outfit (helloooo lululemon!)
{and i think we will just repeat these to some degree after march}

i am so excited about march, not gonna lie.  

my body is starting to feel the results too.  not only has the gym become a habit again, but it is so fun entering and keeping track of the food i eat and then watch as the scales cooperate with the plan.  so i'm a little OCD...

i have a personal goal (and it's a secret) that i want to be at by august. 
if i get there, trust me...you gonna know.
if i get there?
oh, i am sooo gonna get there.

so here's to me?  yes, me.  
and that's okay.  
because gosh darn it, i am worth it.
(did you see the SNL when michael jordan had to look in the mirror and say "and gosh darn it, people like me?"  ohhhhhhh my lord, it was hilarious. and just like that i am completely off track...)

help a sister out.  tell me what you do to stay on track.
download the fitness pal app and let's be friends.
i'm jessicamorrison on there.  


happy thursday, my favorite friends.




i'm so lonesome i could cry.

isn't that a song?  i think my mom used to sing it to me...kinda like a lullaby.  what was she trying to say?  was i that boring of a child?  i think i might have just given myself a complex.

thanks mom.

this weekend, nashville packed up and moved to manchester, tennessee and everyone that is not from nashville and/or lives here is selling out our hotels and enjoying all the goods that country music has to offer.  they are putting money back into our economy that was wrecked by the flood by buying out every pink cowboy hat in this town and boots to match.

if you live here, just look around.  i am right.

i am a non-participater in both.

he (www.baddstudios.blogspot.com) is in manchester, tennessee enjoying the likes of the national, weezer, lcd soundsystems, the flaming lips, jay-z, stevie wonder and so much more.  at the last minute i bailed for another trip that we have planned.

and i knew i would miss him.

but.

i miss him.  (barf bag, go ahead and get it, i know i know.)

what usually is a weekend of just whatever happens to be going on, but together, is me without him.  and i miss him.  and i have been busy.  i have had a full day of work yesterday.  today was the pool all day and then all evening with friends at arrington winery.  i have had stuff to do, i have been busy.  but i feel lonesome, i feel like a piece of me is missing.

it is so weird.

i kinda like it.
having someone to miss.

while i am missing him, he is living his favorite four days of the year and missing me might just be last on his list.  for he is in heaven.  and i am okay with that.

i am not so lonesome i could cry.  i am just lonesome.

but i will be glad when he comes back to nashville.

at least i can dry his tears because he is so sad that bonnaroo is over.

because i am that nice.

and i miss his face.

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UPDATE:  for all of those that have asked, my dad is doing better.  he has had three good days and it looks like that we are going to be able to get him into a doctor at vanderbilt that my brother thinks might have some answers.  he is still in short term care, but after a week will re-evaluate and he may be able to return home.  please continue to keep him in your prayers and thoughts.

happy (it's not her) birthday (yet) day.

in the spirit of an excuse to go to arrington vineyards and everyones schedule worked out, we decided to pack a picnic and head to arrington, tennessee for the day to celebrate bessie's birthday a week early.  she has always thought herself a big deal...so it did not surprise me in the least that she wanted to turn this in to a week long celebration.  bet the thinks she is going to get presents throughout the week as well...
bessie is beautiful.  and one of my favorite people that i know.  blessed i am that i took a job ten years ago with her; and had the privilege to meet her and live life with her throughout the years.

bessie also think these pictures are horrible of her.  she thinks that she needs powder.  that her face looks sweaty.  and that she looks old.  i think that she looks like bessie.  except the last one where she broke out the fake smile, but then again, that's bessie.  i think these are a lovely series of pictures, thank you iphone.  and the other thing i think is...bessie doesn't read my blog but once a week AT THE MOST, so by the time she reads this, it will be old news and she won't get a vote.

* these pictures were not used with permission.

here's the other thing.  bessie is a perfectionist and likes everything in it place, hair included.  she was hot yesterday.  i mean, like sweaty and stinky hot.  so she asked me to pull her hair up.  i, on the other hand, appreciate the messy hair not perfect 'do. so i am responsible for the hair.  if she new she had a side of hair hanging out, she would have rapidly scolded me and headed to the first mirror.

*  this picture was not used with permission (either)

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