I Never Thought I'd Be Here

So I've always been that girl with the high metabolism....able to keep a coke bottle figure by eating whatever I wanted and working out once a quarter.  UNTIL I TURNED 25.  I stepped on a scale a few months later and saw a number that seriously made me want to cry....165. I don't think I ever told any body that.  To some that may not even be a lot but to someone who has for 25 years been 120lbs and less that's a major jump.

I have tried so many times to workout and develop a healthy lifestyle but I could never keep with it. Resolution after resolution...disappointment after disappointment. Until recently!  In the last 30 days or so that has been a major change in me attitude towards working out. I love it!  Like seriously love it.  I have gotten to the point where I work out at least 5 or 6 days a week and I go crazy when I don't get a work out it.  And I'm so proud of this accomplishment.  And I've been much better about eating healthy and drinking water. I used to drink maybe a glass of water a week. I'm not perfect with it but I have been getting at least 60 ounces in daily. I just made it to where its the only thing I drink.

I recently started doing Insanity....and I must say its INSANE. I'm finished day 6 today. I'm not really doing the 60 day challenge completely.  I tend to crosstrain with some of my other favorite video trainers like Tiffany Rothe and Denise Austin but I'm finding that after just a few days of Insanity, workouts that were hard for me in the past are ridiculously easier. 

Needless to say I am about 153 lbs.  I seem to have reached a plateau and have vacillated between 151 and 155 though.  It can be discouraging stepping on the scale daily and seeing it go up from the day before.  I really need to stop weighing in daily.  But it kinda pushes me to do more.  I can see changes in my body as far as toning and flattening my stomach though so that's exciting.

So anyway, I just really needed to journal about this experience. I'm excited about where I am and even more excited about where I'm going.  My boo and I are going to Vegas in 15 days and I'm planning on wearing some tight dresses and looking superdidooper fly.  Then we hitting up the Bahamas sometime next year....gotta get my BahamasBikiniBody!!!! My goal is to be rocking my first bikini this summer.  Everyday I'm getting one step closer!

Speaking of Bats

So obviously I haven's blogged in 2 years, but hey it's never to late to continue. Of course in two years I have had plenty of Animal Adventures to blog about but this one seems to have made the cut.

Last night I went out with Sean for our 6 month anniversary. It was definitely amazing. He took me to this place called Sullivan's Steakhouse - a gorgeous and classy restaurant. The lights were all dim in there, all romantical and stuff. They even took a complimentary picture of us since it was a special occassion...ooo lah lah. The food was spectacular.

Then we drove to Ennis to this big Drive In Theatre (I <3 the drive in). We saw "Rise of the Planet of the Apes" & "Zookeeper" (funny movie). So we're just chillin in the car nearing the end of the 1st movie, windows down (cause it's still summer time and we aint bout to waste gas running the car for 4 hours just for air conditioning). All of sudden I get distracted by this thing flying into my passenger window. AND ITS HUUUUGGGGEEEE! I scream bloody murder (fortunately it was an action part in the movie so no one around heard me---I think), hop into Sean's arms while swatting at this bat. It took a couple seconds to get it out.

I was fairly paranoid the rest of the night. I tried to take a quick snoozer in between movies (cause ya'll know I like to sleep) but I couldn't cause I kept hearing noises behind me. Of course the "noisies" was more than likely just the bag that our leftovers were in being blown by the wind flowing through the open windows, but hey. When you just came close to death by bat you start to think crazy things.

And Sean said it wasn't it bat! Yeah right. Aint no birds flying through the drive in at night. Plus it was too big to be a moth, and too small to be bird. Thus I conclude---BAT!

Oh the life of the King's Princess!

Animal Chronicles -pt 1

For those of you who don't already know, I seem to often get attacked or threatened by random animals. I don't really know why but it just kinda happens. It all started about three years ago. I don't know why and I don't know how....all I know is that it's always completely random.

So I was on my way home from church tonight, and I realized that the porch light probably wouldn't be on because I hadn't been home all day and neither had Min V. (my landlord). Pulling up to the driveway, I turned my bright lights on to make sure that there were no nocturnal animals lurking in the grass (I'll have to do a blog on why this was the first thought that came to my mind--->other random animal encounters). I felt at peace when I saw that the coast was clear.

So I walk up to the front door with key in hand, and it takes me like 3 minutes just to open the thing (of course). Suddenly.......






I got in. Ha ha. (Suspenseful, huh?) Lol. So I make it safely into the house put my stuff in my room, then low and behold I realize I left my Butterfinger Sonic Blast in the car. "Aww man," I mutter and snap my fingers. So, I make my way back outside. As I walk out to the porch, closing the door behind me, this huge bat looking thing head towards my head. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream, as I run to my car.

So why didn't I run back into the house, you ask? Two reasons:

1. I was afraid the the bat looking thing might make its way into my humble abode, and
2. I wasn't going to dare let my Butterfinger Sonic Blast go to waste.

So I run to my car, grab my Butterfinger Sonic Blast along with a tennis ball I found in the car, hoping to somehow protect myself if the bat looking thing was still at the porch. Low and behold ...there it was, chilling on a brick directly left to the front door.

"How do I get into the house without getting mauled by this psycho bat looking thing?" I ask myself. Oh handy dandy little tennis ball.

Boom!

Strike 1.

"A little higher." Boom!

Strike 2.

"Higher".








Splat.

"Just Right!"




Just kidding. I didn't annihilate the little bat looking thing, but I did hit close enough to scare it away and run into the house holding my prized Butterfinger Sonic Blast as a shield over my head. I wont be going back outside tonight.

Oh the life of the King's Princess.

E. Ray's Blogger

Welcome to E.Ray's Blogger!

I've always been a talker, but recently I felt the need to start writing more. Thus the blog....

I can't promise you any details of what these blogs will contain...but I can promise that they will be of the utmost randomosity (if that's even a word). Shall I begin?!?!? I believe I shall.

Just to give you a little background of myself...I am a PK. What's a PK? Well I'm glad you asked. It's a Preacher's Kid. I am one of 8 Preacher's Kids to be exact. For those of you who have never been a PK, I would like to give you the 4-1-1 on what it's like (What exactly does 4-1-1 mean anyway. Idea for another random blog maybe).

I will educate you on the life of a PK by listing the Pros and Cons...

Cons of being a PK:

• You're at church all day long, from an hour before service starts to up to five hours after it ends.


• The enemy seems to attack you and yours more than any other random kid.


• You live the life of a politician's child--everybody watches everything you do.


• You're not allowed to date until you're a senior in high school, so you rebel and do it anyway.
  

• All the other PKs know you're not innocent even though adults think you are.

• You have a way of finding out all the church drama, even when you don't want to hear it.
  

Pros of being a PK

• You learn to fall asleep no matter where you are or how loud it is. Because PKs tend to stay at church all day long, we learn to adapt. I have fallen asleep outside of an airport, sitting on top of my suitcase, while it was raining.
  

• You learn how to pray at a very early age.


• All the adults think you're innocent.
  

• You can say the books of the Bible faster than any other random church kid.
  

• Though you may not want to hear it, you hear the Word 24-7...at church, at home, in the car, when your getting a whipping, when you're eating, when you're sleeping.
  

• You despise being a PK while you're young, but you thank God for when you grow up and realize how blessed you really were.
  

Despite all the cons, I really do thank God that I was a PK. More than that, I thank God that I was birthed into a family of truly God-fearing and God-honoring parents who taught me from a young age how to live for God. I cannot tell you how blessed I am to know God (not just about him) and to have parents who birthed me out naturally, and started the spiritual birthing process!


This is all I have for now. Fellow PKs feel free to add to this list.