Metaphorical Whiplash

11.19.2014

Image via Always Rooney aka my new blog obsession

Oh dear little blog space of mine...you really do get the short end of the stick 9/10 times. I generally come to you frequently when I have a heavy heart, and often times leave you hanging during the pleasant and fast paced parts of life. After venting with a heavy heart, you leave me feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. You rejoice with me as we shortly touch on the highs on this roller coaster called life.

Life has been so, so full of both high and heavy times lately.
Lately I feel as if whiplash could easily describe the swing of emotions I've experienced lately.
Sharp, painful, and easily takes your breath away.
The pain eases as kinks get ironed out, but as soon as you make a wrong move the spasms bring back a too easily forgotten pain that burns hot in the present.
All of which, in the metaphorical sense, leaves a girl feeling utterly out of control and powerless.

As pain begins to heal, scabs form a structure tough yet fragile, threatening to expose the raw emotion buried below.
Healing stirs more emotion...a passion born out of the only thing stronger than fear...Hope.
My dear friend Amber has taught me so, so much about hope.

My hope comes a power much larger than I.
My hope comes from a learned peace that I am not in control.
My hope comes from the promise of a future without pain and sickness.
My hope comes from a Man who died for me because of my sin...and shouldn't that be enough?

Where does your hope come from?
I ask for healing thoughts/prayers/vibes etc for a man who is near and dear in my life.
My Dad.
We are hoping for clarity and answers, but learning to settle in the peace that our Hope has given us.

Your "Baby Blue" loves you and I can't wait to be home soon!

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My healthy fix

11.12.2014

I've been lucky in the fact that overall I have never struggled with my weight. 
That being said, I no longer have the metabolism of a 17 year old who can eat ice cream and pasta every night without suffering a few consequences. 
Since living in New York, I was able to hide behind the cute baggy sweaters and leggings without noticing the pounds I was quickly accumulating one (nightly) Stewarts ice cream cone at a time. 
A wedding that I was in earlier this year was a huge slap in the face that I had gained some significant weight. After the wedding I looked back at pictures of us on the beach and couldn't believe what I was seeing in the pictures. 
That couldn't be me in a bikini. Sure, I knew I was seriously lacking in the Vitamin D department, but the weight became suddenly apparent.

BEFORE
YIKES

I never took responsibility for the number on the scale, just chalking it up to a "heavy day".
I continued to consume the calories and easily passed up opportunities to work out. 

Finally at the end of September, I knew I had to own up to the weight and escort it to the door ASAP. 
With a trip to Mexico in the upcoming weeks I knew I needed to make a change if I was to feel comfortable in a bikini come the end of October.
As I faced the scale, I had gained 16 pounds since my wedding two years ago. WOW
To me the number was horrifying, a number I never wanted to see again. 

Before on left  //////////// After on right 

April and I decided to do something for ourselves and we joined the "21 Day Fix" challenge.  
To say it was a success would be an understatement. Over all I lost 8 pounds and 7.5 inches...just in 21 days! 
Best of all? I never felt hungry or like I was going without. 
The whole idea behind this program is food choice, and portion control. Both of which I had been seriously lacking. 
After the 21 days I felt stronger, healthier, and had so much more energy! 
AFTER




I felt confident going to Mexico and didn't shudder at the fact that I would be in a bikini. 
In Mexico I was very lenient with my food choices, but kept the food portions to the sizes I had learned that my body needed instead of wanted. 
Only a few of the pounds returned, but I'm ready to jump back on the fix wagon and go again to see the results I can manage this time. 
This program is so much more than a fad diet; but instead a lifestyle change that I know will continue to be beneficial. 

Are you interested in finding out more about the 21 day fix? Please think about chatting with my all star coach Nicole to see if your lifestyle could use a fix.
 
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Why Two is better than One

11.07.2014

To say I wasn't ready to come home from Paradise would be an absolute understatement. Our anniversary week in Riviera Maya was exactly what we needed. We haven't spent that amount of quality time and had that many laughs in far too long. It still shocks me how much we have grown together as one over the past two years.
Joe and I commented at the beginning of the trip that we didn't want to get our hopes up about this vacation, because we were pretty sure our honeymoon to the Bahamas couldn't be beat.

Boy, were we wrong! Throughout our trip we documented multiple occasions why two is always better than one.



1. Where one lacks, the other picks up the slack
This became most evident as we were traveling through the airport. As Joe would guide me through the terminals as I anxiously kept my head down and eyes closed, (remember the travel juju?) he was the calm and got us to each flight in one piece, on time and with all luggage.
My part of the duo was to keep all documents in check, organized and at any grumpy TSA/Customs agent's beckon.


2. Couples Halloween costumes can be expected 
This year we decided to dress up as "Squints and Wendy Peffercorn" from the Sandlot.
Another couple that we met on their wedding day and later one were Main Chief and Cortana from Halo...talk about intense costumes!


3. Two-stepping just can't be without you and me
If you don't know, Joe and I are huge two-stepping fans. Well let me rephrase that. Joe is an amazing two-stepper and I just love being twirled around the dance floor.


4.  Being "NSYNC" doesn't have to be a boy band
Joe and I would often tag team for a lot of things. Saving chairs at the beach while the other selects the next fruity cocktail. And I don't know about you, but I can never apply sunscreen to the middle of my back solo.


Stay tuned for more beach/anniversary details. Most of the above pictures were taken by Mario at Secrets Maroma Beach. Thanks Mario! 

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11/03/12

11.03.2014



Dear Joseph,

Exactly two years ago I woke up just hours away from becoming an Aslan.
Little did I know how much my life would change after I said those two little words.
As I've told you time and time again, I didn't think I could love you more than I did that November 3rd.
But boy, oh boy was I wrong.

I often joke with people that I can't decide if I really like living in New York or if it's just marriage that I like the most.
As you know, those marks in the timeline overlap so I'm going to stick with the latter.
Getting to do life with you has been joyous, hilarious and one full of learning.
I'm not afraid of life's twists and turns because I know you will always have my hand.

I remember my vows I promised to you that November evening, and I continue to promise them to you through and through.
Often times you know my own heart better than I do. You're my best friend, and my person.
Your patience reflects God's grace, and I tend to question how I was the lucky one to end up with you.
I have loved these past two years and I can't wait to see how much more I could possibly love you.

OHTIAFILY,

Your Mrs.

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