Monday, November 3, 2014

Day one;

Why wait until tomorrow or next week to start a new journey? So here I am; day one. I have approximately 33 weeks to lose 20 pounds.

I woke up this morning super energized--that may of been because of the extra hour we get. So what better to do than go for a walk? Okay.. I'm kind of lying. I desperately wanted to go on a walk last night but it was dark and I'm not stupid so I waited until it was light and I could see all around me. Of course I took one dog with me at a time. So I ended up doing this course twice. The course itself isn't very long, I want to say maybe a mile and a half round trip. But it has this hill (pictured below) this hill is brutal plus there is a stop sign in the middle of it that people hate stopping for--plus no sidewalks. So its also a little challenging.  Anyways, doing this again brings me back to all the running I did in Hawaii.  It is a great release for me-- just being outside walking around. Not being all cooped up.

I guess we should talk stats huh?

Well I'm 5'10, and 165lbs. Problem area's are thighs and love handles.

Im also looking to tone up. But I'll be happy with losing 20 pounds in that time frame and then toning up later. Hell, just with the lifestyle change I may lose it sooner. Last night was the last beer for a while. I think thats how I started gaining really fast.  I got a lot of vegetables and fruit for snacks and I'm so dedicated right now. I'm so energized.  In fact right now im really hungry so ima go make my dinner and I'll do this again soon!

Thanks for reading!!

Lanie

Monday, August 25, 2014

Lesson Learned.

Hahaaaa, I feel so ridiculous. Yesterday I took my dogs out for a walk. Which doesn't seem like that big of a deal. One at a time I took them out. Le'a is super active and enjoyed the whole thing. Rogue didn't enjoy anything past ten minutes.... I was outside for a total of about 6 miles and 2 hours. I am sunburnt. I am sore, so very sore. I was exhausted at the end of my walk/run with Le'a and  yet. I still got that in with Rogue. This I feel is progress. I didn't go on a walk today. That's because I literally hurt. My legs are killing me. My back hurts. I over did it. Plain an simple. I went from no activity other than work to my long walk with both my dogs. I shouldn't of done that. I need to progressively gotten to the distance. and I know this. I was stupid. I'm regretting it. I don't want to continue anymore because it hurts. It hurts to stand up straight, it hurts to walk, it hurts to sit. Everything hurts because I over did it. I feel so stupid. But I can't help it. I want to get better, and do better for myself.

I feel like I would give up after this if I wasn't so focused. The amount of pain I felt today is incredibly off putting. I was walking up and down hills; which is something I haven't done in months. I was so tired the whole time and I just kept pushing myself.

Today I  just felt like doing nothing, I thought about doing squats for 2 hours today before I finally got up and did them. I only did 20. My legs were killing me. I was limping when I walked. My back hurt. I was driving my car and my back was hurting. I really over did it yesterday. If I was my old self I probably would give up. But I'm not and I won't.

I want to keep going, I will keep going.


I just won't do it so hard next time. That's how I'm going to end up really hurting myself.



Saturday, August 16, 2014

When you're in that mood--total rant.

So, I'm just sitting here right? Not gonna lie, I've had about 3 full glasses of wine. Just thinking about the past few weeks. Just looking over it. I've been yelled at several times at work for things that were not my fault (ie. I'm the most experienced team member there... also meaning, I'm the only one without a 'in training' badge on) but I've also had several people just wholeheartedly thank me for just being nice to them. 

and at that I just kind of look at them, why are you thanking me for being nice? (even though they make my day when they say that) I happened to ask one of these customers. They looked me straight in the face and told me "People in your position (Customer service) are generally not very nice." I was kind of taken aback. The fact that they thought that they had to thank me, was just beyond me. I have been told this several times actually -- even when I'm not in that 'customer service' mood--that I'm just a nicer person in general. Ha. That makes me sound really into myself. I just can't fathom that people aren't nice to other people. I mean yes, I'm not a cashier who deals with people for a relatively short time (Been there, done that;) I meet you at the counter and get to know you a little bit--if you're up for it. 

So all this has got me thinking of us as a whole. Why aren't we nice to one another? The same night that two customers yelled at me for 'slow service' one customer stood up for me. Then went out of their way to bring me a gift. I was just absolutely flabbergasted. It's like extremes. Some people are so sweet and other people try to bring you down to get something out of you. (Those two customers wanted their items for free because it took an extra 10 minutes... uh.. no.) But big companies teach them to be like that. You complain to corporate, you're more than likely to get your money back plus some, because they don't want to hear you anymore. 

When you come up to me and start yelling at me; I do not back down. I will very politely tell you how it actually is, instead of telling you what you want to hear. I am not a supervisor. You're yelling at someone who has a lot of customer service experience. I will not be in trouble for not backing down to you. I am not required to make decisions like that. In fact, since most of the time the place I work at has no managers on staff at that time. I can basically tell you to eff off until one of the managers is there.  
 
But I wont.

 I will try to make you happy unless you're cussing and actually screaming at me. Then I won't help you at all. I will literally say this to you "Ma'am/Sir, if you continue to speak to me like this, I cannot and will not help you. So please lower your voice if you wish to be helped." Why will I say this? Because I am a freaking human being. You are not better than me because you are not on the clock. You are not any higher than me because you work at so an so job. If you don't give me a little respect when you are speaking your concerns. I'm not obligated to help you. 

Then I saw this on instagram.

and it made me feel a lot better about the way I handle myself. 

I may sound bitter--again, that might be the wine talking-- but when the person that was yelling at me was done, I would help the next people with the same amount of upbeat as if they weren't just yelling at me. I just brush it off. Because what can I do? I know for a fact they weren't just upset about the fact that their order can't get done in the 5 minutes they need it. They're already upset about something else. and that's okay. They're allowed to be upset. They're dealing with things that I don't know of. 

So I just move on. 

Cause that next person in line may just be the best conversation I'll have all week. 


Good Night. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Clutter, Clutter, Clutter! (Before and After)

Do you have one piece of furniture in your house that just doesn't seem to make sense where it's at? I did, so I fixed that problem! I'ma give you some back story. When we lived in Hawaii, this buffet table held our printer and some excess magazines. It totally made sense in the location that it was in. When we moved we just stuck it where we thought it would work in this new house. 7 months later it's just an open junk pile in our living room--so not cute.


Another item in my house was this Mac that I bought about 2 years ago. It was getting dusty in my 'guest room'-- quotations because it doesn't even have a bed in it--and that's an expensive dust collector. So for the passed few weeks I've been trying to find a way to use it more ie. get it out in the living room. But I didn't want my big desk out here. It wouldn't flow with the room. 

So what did I do? You guessed it, I transformed my junk pile buffet table into a desk that perfectly homes my desktop. Now me and the hubs can be on the computer together in the same room and at the same time if need be.

It was really a no brainer, I moved my loveseat to where that buffet table was and vice versa. The flow just works better now. It's not all furniture in one corner and blank space in the other. I'll take pictures of that at another time --maybe.

Can you imagine having an eye sore OPEN junk table like that? Ew. 

In my defense, we did just get back from a long road trip and half that stuff was deposited there 3 days ago. Buy hey, it doesn't look like that anymore! That's what counts!

Saturday, August 2, 2014

I'm going to start taking better care of myself;

     Okay, I guess you should know who I am. My name is Alaina, but call me Lanie. I'm a 21 year old who has one cat-Ratchet, two dogs-Rogue & Le'a, and two turtles-Feisty & Leonardo. I enjoy a good box of wine--yes, box--and a great plate of spaghetti. I do not enjoy sunburns or prune juice. 

Now that you know a little about me--onto my story!

     I was dropping my Honda off at the service department yesterday, the steering wheel peeling really bad, and as my husband dealt with all the paperwork I waited outside enjoying the breeze and doing a little people watching. About 10 minutes in, this little Honda fit pulls up and out pops these two women. One was an older woman--who was driving--and the passenger was a younger Latina looking woman. She was gorgeous, this Latina. She had beautiful ombre'd hair, wore the right clothes, and carried herself well. I was only looking at her for about 15 seconds, and that's when I knew that I needed to step it up a little--for my sake. I am 5'10 with massively curly hair; that I usually wear up in a pony tail. I have recently become more womanly, if you catch my drift (ie. gained weight) so all my clothes aren't really fitting me that well. In my family we got big thighs and I could basically watch mine get bigger. Anyway, I don't ever really go out and shop and find things that fit me that well just because I don't like dealing with a lot of other people. But just the way she carried herself made me feel the need to get over that. 

So I set myself a goal: Every paycheck buy one pair of pants, and one shirt that fits. 

     I don't make that much money but I think this will work. I need to wear clothes that fit me, and not wear overly baggy stuff like I have been wearing. I'm not huge--I'm only 160 pounds; but I'm bigger than I used to be. Going from a size 2 to a size 6-8 in about a year and a half. I'm still in denial okay? I will not be focusing on the weight aspect of my body too much. I'm focusing on embracing what I have now, and eating better. So I figure, what's wrong with spoiling myself every paycheck?


So what do you think? Would going out every paycheck and finding something that fits help you?
 
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