Life + Weight Loss + Advocare

Well hey there kids.  It's been a minute since I've been around these parts and I can't say I miss it that much.  Life is, as usual, busy.  I'm working hard on school so I can finally be done with my Associates degree in July.  Then, I'm going to take a few months off until I head into the Bachelor's program, which will be another two years of school work for me.  As they always say, the time will pass anyway... right?
I figured I'd stop in and just update you guys on what's been happening lately.  So here we go!

• I'm updating this from my brand spankin' new MacBook Air thanks to a nice little refund I got in the mail from my financial aid.  Since I'm technically graduating this year and didn't do a full year of classes, I had just enough to get a (much needed) new computer and I always said the next computer I'd get would be a Mac.  So ta-da!
• I knew this all along, but more than ever I've discovered that gastric bypass IS.NOT. a cure all for being overweight.  Those pounds will come back.  Your body will eventually readjust to foods you never thought you'd eat again.  You will get on the scale one day and be like, where the hell did those 12 pounds come from?  It takes effort people.  It is a non stop struggle and will be for my whole life.  I'm not disappointed in myself or let down, but I do have to get back on track to work hard, eat (way) better, and let others inspire me like I want to inspire them.
• This is where Advocare comes in.  When I did the 24 Day Challenge, it was a lot.  I think I wrote about how I probably wouldn't do it again because the fiber drink was nasty (but it really was), the vitamins were so overwhelming, etc... But I found myself replacing my fattening Dunkin Donuts coffee with Spark every morning and taking some supplements that help to curb my appetite.  So I decided to become a distributor for the discount and have also sold to some friends of mine, which is pretty cool.  Over the past few weeks, I've become obsessed with carrying my blender bottle with me everywhere so I can whip up some Spark at a moment's notice.  Fruit Punch is my favorite and I have it every.single.morning.  I also bought a month's worth of the appetite control vitamins, got a neat little app for my phone to remind me to take them, and another appetite suppressant pill to go along with all that.  The awesome thing about Advocare is that it's natural.  It's not like, insane crack-like pills that will make you shake and convulse, but rather natural ingredients that work with your body.  After my gastric bypass, I feel totally comfortable taking these!  (Not sure if I'd recommend them for someone who had gastric bypass until about 12 months out, just to be sure, but you could always ask your doctor.)  I feel confident that all of these combined will help me get back on track with my weight loss and get these damn last annoying 50 pounds off my body!  Now if I could just get my food prepping back in order... if it's not one thing, ya know!
• A lot of y'all have reached out to me about missing my blog and God knows I love you all so much, but I don't see myself coming back to blogging full time.  I got a wild hair today and wanted to just update you, but I can't promise how regularly I will do that.  I am constantly on FB, Instagram and sometimes Twitter, so please feel free to add me on all of those!  I really do love talking and connecting with you guys, and just because I'm not here doesn't mean I'm not somewhere-  because I am.  (and if you ask my husband, I'm everywhere.  mwahahah!)

so much love, hugs and kisses to you guys!

thank you for always being there for me.

all my love, always!

books and stuff

Oh hey. So me and Ben have been on this book kick lately. It started when I bought some books for the honeymoon and only read one of them. Then I started the other one, which was The Longest Ride by Nicholas Sparks, and in typical Meighan fashion I never even finished it. In fact, I'm not even sure where the book is at this point.
I felt like the beginning was so depressing! An old man trapped in a car after he ran off the road in snow?  Jesus!  How sad.  I cried within like, the first two pages and then I just couldn't bring myself to read anymore.

So fast forward like, a month or so, and my co-worker was talking to me about this sci-fi book called Timeline.  Obviously, I have never read this, or any other science fiction book. Wait- does Divergent or Hunger Games count?  Anyways.
So he bought me the book for my birthday and I've been reading it (very slowly) and trying to get into it. So far not so good.  I'm still trying though. I love to read. Ben, on the other hand, hates to read.  Like, would rather do anything than read a book. So the other night when he said "let's go to the book store" I was like, wait, what???
He bought not one but two books and is actually enjoying reading them!  I'm so proud. My BFF, who was an English & Journalism major in college, always told me that there is no one left who appreciates a good printed book, and I think she's right.  So I stopped buying books on my iPad and started buying actual books.

I bought two more books at B&N the other night, and just ordered four more from B&N online!
Truth be told, I may never finish all these books, but at least I will never run out of good reading material! Hopefully this summer I can put them to good use at the beach. *hint hint wink wink* Who am I kidding, my husband doesn't read this blog. Ha! Okay, so I'm going to update my book goals list for this year if anyone is even interested in that.
I keep telling myself I will not buy anymore books until I have finished the ones I have, but we all know that's a lie.  At least books are cheap, right? I mean, I could have a Coach handbag problem or something...  oh, wait...  Happy Sunday!! P.S.  since we are talking about it, are there any books you guys want to recommend?  Because at this point, I'm on a buying role... Half.com is my weakness. P.P.S  has anyone ever read Timeline?  if so, tell me it gets more interesting! P.P.P.S  Ben would like to know if y'all have any good apocalyptic/robot apocalypse book recommendations? And go!

it just got real(ly intense)

So yesterday was the last day of Phase 1 of Advocare, which was the Cleanse Phase.  Thank GOD I do not have to take that nasty, nasty fiber drink anymore.  If anyone wants to know what it tastes like, just throw up into a cup and let it get room temperature, then drink. (that may be an exaggeration, but still.  that's what it felt like to me.) YUCKY.
Today, I start the Max Phase. Last night, when I opened up the boxes for this phase, I literally was like WHAT IN THE ACTUAL?????  There are like, vitamins out the wazoo!  (Ben said it looked like some kind of AIDS cocktail, which he was sort of right.)  Color packs, white packs, both packs, take before breakfast, take before lunch, take at lunch, etc...  *blank stare* *still blankly staring into space*
Once I pulled myself together enough to figure out what was happening, I legit put them into huge freezer bags and threw them in a tote to carry around with me.  How am I supposed to keep up with all of this?!  Thank God, once again, for the 24 Day Challenge app on my phone.  I'd be a hot mess, taking the wrong vitamins at the wrong time and jacking everything up.
I'm about to start my period, so I'm super bloated and moody. This does not help with weight loss, in case y'all didn't know. I find myself wanting to just eat every last thing in the house.   I can't even right now.
I'm still sitting at 204 and if I'm being honest, I was really expecting to be under 200 by this point in the challenge.  But hey, it's okay.
I still have to remind myself of the old saying that no one wants to hear or talk about, "muscle weighs more than fat."  And I have been hitting the gym pretty hard, so hopefully that's what's happening.
Not much else has been happening around these parts.  I've been working late because a girl changed departments and I've been doing her job and my job until the new girl starts next Monday.  I really like being busy, so I've actually enjoyed it.
I also feel like it's time for a new look around this blog, but what else is new.  I reallllly need to learn some basic design skills so I don't have to pay every time, but oh well.  I guess it's okay for now, but every time I look at someone else's design I really want to change mine.  I have such a finicky personality.
Ok loves, I guess that's all she wrote for today! (no pun intended...)
SW:  311 CW:  204 -107 GW:  150 54 to go. (but seriously, hurry up.)

I have nothing to talk about, but here I am.

Maybe that's only half true, because let's face it, I could talk circles around myself at any given time. *big fat sigh*
So I've been doing this Advocare Challenge and I'm on Day 5. I will admit, I feel different. BETTER.

It may be purely mental, who knows, but I feel great. My mood is a thousand times better than a week ago. Last week I was grumpy and ill and tired all the time.
And this week, I have energy.  Like, a lot.  And I'm happy. Maybe it's both the challenge and the fact that I'm back to being active after 4 months of being extremely stationary.  Talk about depressing, y'all. and did I mention that I've lost 4 pounds in 4 days?  because I have.
Let's see, what else is happening in my world... Ben and I worked out for two hours last night. TWO. That has never, ever happened in my entire life. Not even when I was working out with Gene The Personal Trainer.

Speaking of personal training, I talked to my trainer friend Brett at the gym last night about getting back into it, and after our conversation I realized it is going to be several months (like, maybe six or more...) before I will be cleared by my doctor to work out with a trainer.  Thank God I remember all the stuff Gene taught me.  I'm glad that Brett said that though.  I would never want to think that a trainer took my money (because trainer's are damn expensive) knowing I had a healing knee injury and let me go jump around and run and get crazy without my best interest at heart.  So I know when the time is right, my doctor will clear me and I will be able to actually afford a trainer.  When you don't work for two months and then work part time for two more months, there isn't a whole lot of money coming in.  So I'm putting all of my injury/health/fitness/recovery goals into perspective and just pushing forward.  What else would I do, anyway?
(the answer to that is lay in bed and watch endless episodes of Vanderpump Rules.  because it's my favorite piece of trash TV ever.)
I also tried to make a video this morning before work about everything happening in my world (see above, duh) and the fuh-reakin' batteries died on me AT THE VERY END OF THE VIDEO.  So I'm not going to post that.  Plus. I still don't know how to edit a video, sooo.... 
#hotmessexpress. love, love, love!
SW: 311 CW: 204 -107 GW: 150 54 to go

pudge.

Does anyone remember the movie Shag? It's from 1989, when I was 3, but when I was older I would watch it on VHS nonstop. I wanted to be Pudge so bad. I never thought she was fat, but everyone around her thought she was chubby. She was so insecure until she found the right guy to Shag with.
Man, I just loved that movie.

Now, I haven't seen that movie in a few years (which is a real shame, to be honest) but I still use the word "pudge" quite often. Today, when I was looking in the mirror, I found my pudge. My stomach from below my boobs to mid belly is flat, and then there's a damn pudge!
This has to go.  It just simply is not welcome here anymore.
I'm really looking forward to being back in the gym and working on my fitness.
Oh, also, does anyone watch Total Divas on the E! channel? I'm obsessed with that show. I never thought I'd like it because, let's be honest, I don't like the WWE. But this is more about the lives of these girls, and there is one girl in particular who I am using as my fitness goal. She's FREAKING gorgeous and I feel like we would be BFF's in real life. This girl, Eva Marie:

Okay, now am I ever going to look like that? Maybe not. But I'm damn sure going to try! I can't even help but say it:  that girl is just hot! I totally can appreciate another beautiful woman, and I even really like her fire red hair!
So I got Ben to take my picture, because I thought what better time for an updated progress picture?
Starting Advocare, getting back in the gym, and eating clean is making me feel great. So I'm going to keep tracking my progress as I go. And try to get rid of that freaking pudge...  *wink*

SW: 311 CW: 207.5 -103.5 GW: 150 57.5 to go

Advocare Video Diary: Day 1

hey y'all! well, I did it. I filmed a video. God help us.
I realized while watching the video that my mouth is weird when I talk and I sometimes (most of the time?) sound very country, even though I'm a city girl. I guess that doesn't matter when you're from Alabama, huh?
just a few one things: the video is 15 minutes long.   I legit talk way too much.
anyway, hope you guys enjoy. if you make it through the whole thing, then props to you! and if you don't make it through the whole thing, but you've done Advocare, let me know how you survived the Fiber Drink.   dear Jesus, it's like being terribly punished...  *gag*
okay, here we go!    

Since October: Part 3: The "Hospital"

Okay, so if you've missed Part 1 and Part 2, you can catch up here and here.
We had the wedding and then went on our glorious honeymoon.   When I last left you, things had just taken a turn (or fall) for the worst.
Before I go any further, let me just say that I was totally sober.  I had just gotten a drink from the swim up bar (duh) and was carrying it with me to get the towels.  There were little bridges you had to cross over the pools to get from one side to the other.  I was in my bikini, no cover up, no shoes, because hello, I was at the pool and not walking that far.  Everyone knows that pool decks are slippery and even more so when it's been raining, so I was trying to be extra careful. I made it about 10 feet from the pool concierge where the towels were before I fell.
Now, for those of you who know me, you know it's nothing for me to fall in any given place at any given time.  I mean, hell, I fell over the weekend at Costco!  I panicked, of course, but I'm okay.  Let's not get off topic.
(if you have a queasy stomach, proceed with caution.  it's not too gruesome, but still- fair warning. )
So, here I am, 10 feet from the towels, my destination at the time, and I fall.  I remember my foot slipping out from under me and trying desperately to grab whatever I could find to save myself from falling.  I was on the bridge, going down the slope, and fell:  HARD.  I was okay, and I tried to get up but I couldn't.  I looked down and my right knee cap was all the way out of place, on the far right side of my leg, and it was the craziest thing I've ever seen.  Since I work in Orthopedics, I knew what had happened and tried not to panic.  But I also knew that I was in a foreign country and would need medical treatment, which scared the hell out of me.
So people come running, two girls who were both nurses, and ask me where my husband is.  I tell them my room number and one of the girls sends her husband to find Ben.  The way Ben tells the story is actually really funny.  He said the guy told him "there had been an accident and his wife had fallen."  Ben said his exact words were, "Oh Jesus, no."  It's not funny, because he was scared of what he would find since the guy gave him so little detail, but to hear him tell it now is quite funny.
So Ben comes running around the corner, looking like a deer in headlights, pool bag in tow (no need for that now, but hey, he managed to get it without falling, so props to him) asking me if I'm okay.  I told him I was fine but my knee was dislocated and I needed to go to the clinic.  Stupidly, I assumed they would be able to just pop it back into place in the resort clinic.  Wrong!
They tried to put me in a wheelchair, like a bunch of dummies, and ended up having to put me on one of those bright orange plastic helicopter boards that you see when people have neck injuries and are about to be airlifted somewhere.  It was truly horrifying.  (in case you were wondering, I'm still in my bikini.  no cover up.  no shoes.  stomach out.  yep.)  So 5 resort employees carry me across the resort to the clinic, where they do absolutely nothing except give me a shot of some anti-inflammatory medicine to help with swelling and make Ben fill out an accident report.  Then the "ambulance" comes to take me to the "hospital."  The "ambulance" was a tiny (and I do mean TINY) VW stick-shift van that barely fit Ben and the gurney I had transitioned to.  Remember when I told you that we had to drive 50 minutes to the resort from the airport?  Yep, 50 minutes in the "ambulance" to the "hospital" in Punta Cana.

The reason I'm putting these in quotations is simply because they were foreign in all aspects of the word:  foreign to me as an American, different than American ambulances and hospitals, etc... So I get to the "hospital" and the best way I can describe it is an American Family Care with an "operating room."  I never learned Spanish, against my mother's wishes for me as a high school student, and boy was karma laughing in my face.  NO ONE in the hospital spoke English.  The x-ray techs were looking at my knee like, "and just WTF are we supposed to do about this?!"  They basically looked horrified, as did I to them, I'm sure.  They took what seemed like a zillion x-rays and sent me back to my room.
Keep in mind, I am still in my bikini.  Ben brought clothes for me to change into, but there was no time for that yet.  All of this was pure craziness.  Between the long ambulance ride and the language barrier, it was a hot mess.  Also keep in mind that since my knee was out of place, I couldn't bend my knee.  So I have been in the worst position for over an hour at this point, with my right knee bent up and any slight movement sending the most excruciating pain through my leg.
So after the x-rays, Ben figured out that they weren't going to take my insurance and we were going to have to pay out of pocket and try to get reimbursed by Blue Cross at a later time (which we did, so that ended up being fine.)  We hadn't called any credit card companies or banks because the honeymoon was paid for and we had cash from wedding gifts for any excursions we might want to do.  So while I try to communicate (very poorly) with the Spanish speaking staff about what was happening with my leg, Ben is making international calls to unlock his credit card to pay for whatever they are about to do to me.
A doctor finally came in who spoke extremely broken English and told me that they were going to put me to sleep for 5-10 minutes, pop my knee back in place, and give me medicine to prevent blood clots on the plane.  Ben finally got the credit card unlocked and got in touch with our travel company, who changed our flight from the following several days we still had left to the next day so we could get home and see what I needed to do about my knee.  I would later find out that I had torn all the ligaments in my knee, torn my VMO muscle 8 cm, chipped a piece of my knee cap and "severely traumatized" my quad muscle. 

I don't want to seem rude or skeptical or like I don't trust people in foreign countries, but I was more terrified than I had ever been in my life.  I prayed to God harder than I ever have in my entire life.  Going to sleep for 5-10 minutes in a foreign country?  What if they kill me?  I just got married!  Ben wasn't in the room when they told me this and no one understood the words "I need to speak to my husband before you take me in there" so they just started rolling me down the hall to the "operating room" like it was no big deal.  I just happened to see Ben walking back to my room and they didn't even stop for me to talk to him.  All I managed to get out was "they are putting me to sleep to pop it back in" and then the doors shut behind me.  I was TERRIFIED beyond anything I've ever felt.
Ben said he was terrified as well.  He said he couldn't even sit down because he was so nervous.  He said all he could think was that he didn't get to say he loved me or tell me that everything would be okay.  It still makes me cry to this day to think about him saying those things and feeling that way.  I know I would NOT be okay if the roles were reversed.  I'm so lucky to have him; he took care of me and everything that needed to be handled.  Like a pro, actually.
So they take me in, put me to sleep, and then I wake up in this long, locked leg brace with my knee back in place.  Like I said, I didn't know my true diagnosis until I got back to Alabama and saw my doctor, but I knew it wasn't good.  When they woke me up I cried hysterically.  It sounds weird to other people, but I had never been so glad to be alive.  I know that I was just unfamiliar with the language and procedures, but this was my first time out of the country.  I was so relieved and happy to just be alive and know that if I could get back to America, I would feel much better.

this was almost immediate bruising and the swelling was so severe that I had no clue where my knee cap truly was positioned after they put it back in place.  which, as I would later learn, nothing but the brace was holding it in place, so it was just sort of going wherever.  it became so incredibly black and blue all around my knee, the back of my leg, down my shin and up into my leg.  it was one of the craziest things I've ever seen, especially on my own leg.

severely swollen all the way down into my ankle.

back in the resort after our visit to the "hospital"

 We took a taxi to the pharmacy to get the medicine to prevent blood clots on the plane and I immediately emailed my boss letting her know what had happened.  I also emailed my mom just to let her know I was okay, but we were coming back early and I would explain when I got home.  I wanted someone to know we were flying at a different time than originally planned, just in case.
That night the resort brought us French food from the French restaurant to our room since I couldn't walk without crutches and quite frankly was scared to walk around the resort at all.  It was still raining, so we enjoyed our last night of our honeymoon couped up in the room with room service galore, a rainy view of the ocean and bad Dominican TV. 

The next day, we made our way back to the airport (another 50 minute drive!) and I parked it in a wheelchair.  The one good thing about the injury was being "handicapped" going through the airport.  We had a person assigned to us for our entire time at the airport-  he took us through security like a boss, took us to the front of all the (super long) lines, and took us to the front of the line to board the plane.  The only problem with being very first in line to board the plane was that there were stairs.  There is no terminal like Birmingham, Atlanta, etc... there is a roll up staircase that you walk up to board the plane.  Well, I couldn't walk without crutches OR bend my knee, so there was no way I could get up the stairs.

[INSERT EMBARASSING MOMENT #56 HERE]  

When you can't climb the staircase to board the plane, they strap you in a chair and carry you.  I'm not even kidding.  They put me in a chair (of sorts), strapped me across both my shoulders, my stomach and my thighs and told me to hold on.  They picked me up, turned me around where I could face every.other.person.in.line.waiting.to.board.the.plane. (not even kidding) and carried me up to the top, where I then hobbled to a handicap reserved seat.  At this point, it's just laughable.  What else can happen to me before I can just get home?!

The flight was direct, thank God, but we had flown out from Atlanta, so we still had a two hour drive back to Birmingham before I could be home and semi-comfortable.  I saw the doctor I work for on Monday and they sent me for an MRI of my knee.  The MRI didn't even show all the damage I had done to my leg, but they scheduled me for surgery the following Monday.  I had to have an MPFL repair with a knee scope and some other stuff.  They told Ben and my dad, who were with me the day of surgery, that it was worse than they thought once they got inside my knee.  I started physical therapy that Wednesday, but couldn't bend my knee for two weeks after surgery to make sure everything healed in place nice and tight, and have been going three times a week for three months.  I still haven't been discharged from therapy, but I'm hoping to be discharged next week.
There was a period of about 2-3 weeks when they had to "stretch" my knee (aka, push it backwards to regain range of motion) when it was so incredibly painful, I would cry hysterically.  The scar tissue in my leg would "break up" (make a popping sound) and they would have to push through it, which is a good thing, but it was honestly the worst pain I've ever felt.  Over three months after surgery, I'm still 4 degrees away from normal range of motion (which is 135 degrees).  My leg doesn't hurt and it feels back to normal, but I have to be so careful all the time.  I've gone from 0 degrees range of motion to 131 degrees and it has taken such an intense amount of time.  I also worry about hurting my other leg, but after several (like... SEVERAL) conversations with my doctor, we've come to the conclusion that it was a freak accident and the stars aligned at the just right (or wrong) time for all of those things to occur.  I still worry, but I trust him, so I don't worry as much as I have in the past.

I'm so, so, so, SO, ready to be back to a normal life.  Some people don't understand what I've been through.  (this is NOT a pity party, trust me.)  I returned to my classes a week after my surgery.  I'm a new wife.  I'm a full time employee (even though I was out of work for 6 weeks).  I do therapy in the middle of my work day for 2+ hours, three times a week, and I'm making part time pay.  There have been times of true depression for me and also times of true happiness and hope.  Until weight loss surgery, I had never had surgery before.  Now, in two years, I've had two surgeries.  And with my gastric bypass, there was no rehab time.  I just had to change parts of my life to lose weight.  (There were hard times, no doubt, but not like having a true, temporarily life altering injury.)  I wish some people in my life were more understanding, but I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes.

I'm really excited about being so close to the end of this period of my life.  I know accidents happen and no, I'm not going to try and own the resort.  So many people have asked me that, ha!  I truly have a new understanding for the patient's we see and the pain they endure from different injuries.  I know once I'm 100% healed and out of my brace and able to resume my workout classes, I will feel like the old Meighan.  I'm taking it day by day and from what I hear, it might take a while (6-8 months?!), but life will be totally normal again.  And I really can't wait.  :)
huge props to anyone who read all these incredibly long posts. i'm glad to finally tell the story of what happened. i know a lot of you knew i was injured, but not sure of the details. crazy huh? leave it to beaver...
until next time!

Since October: Part 2: The Honeymoon

Hey hey heeeeeey.  It's been a while since I left y'all with my wedding story, so I figured I'd tell more of the story today.  These posts are really long, so we can work through it together.  I wanted to do a vlog, but let's face it... I talk way too much for someone who has no clue how to edit a video, so unless y'all are interested in a 20+ minute video, I will just type it all out.  (sidenote:  if you think you will watch a video that long with me just talking, let me know and I will totally do one.)
So when I last left you, we had just finished our beautiful wedding and were ready to jet-set out to the Dominican Republic for our long and glorious paradise honeymoon.  I will admit, I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked during the honeymoon because we were mostly in the pool and/or looking a hot mess at any given restaurant (the resort had 10!) stuffing our faces with delicious food and alcohol. We stayed at The Excellence Resort in Punta Cana, which was GORGEOUS, but not really located in Punta Cana.  I mean, a 50 minute drive to the other side of the island isn't really where I thought the resort would be, but hey, it was totally worth it. Days 1-4 were perfection.   Day 1:  We got there early enough on the travel day to get some drinks, do some swimming, check out the resort, and then head to dinner.  

Day 2: We discovered the swim up bar.  SWIM. UP. BAR.  The three most magical words ever spoken at an all-inclusive resort.  We spent the day at the pool, at the bar, floating, at the bar, eating, floating, etc... you see the pattern.  We had dinner at the Asian restaurant and it was delicious.  Sushi sampler for the win.  I kept forgetting that we didn't have to wait on the server to bring the check because, hellloooo, all inclusive for the win!  (no seriously, I will never take another vacation that isn't all inclusive.  best. decision. ever)  After dinner, we got accosted by mosquitoes.  Ben wanted to take a romantic walk through the garden (bless his sweet heart, he's so romantic) and we realized we were literally being eaten alive by bugs and had to go to the "pharmacy" to get ointment for all our bug bites.  Hey, still worth it and still pretty romantic. 

SWIM.UP.BAR.YESSSSS.

Day 3:  Breakfast. Swim up bar. We also did some shopping at the souvenir shops they had and Ben bought some cigars.  The resort also had shows they would put on every night, so we headed to the bar and had drinks before the Disco show started.  It was extremely amateur and still extremely entertaining.

unlimited, all day long.

thank you, amazing beach waiters.

swim up bar directly behind me to the right.

rocking the bikini like I don't even care.

I also eventually drunkenly sat on those sunglasses and squashed them.

I also drunkenly found myself not caring that much.

#honeymoonstatus

Day 4:  Breakfast.  Reserved cabana on the beach.  The best thing ever is a covered king sized bed with huge, comfy pillows ON A BEACH.  I mean, can we say paradise?  We stayed inside the cabana all day long.  The staff would come around and bring us drinks and mini pizzas, so we legit did not have to move all day.  I read a whole book while in the cabana, took a nap, Ben took a nap, read the news, etc... We also swam in the ocean a couple of times, but the water was super rough, so we just lazed around all day long.  We had dinner at the Italian restaurant and it was incredible.  We also went to the Circus show that night, which was an extremely amateur version of Cirque d' Soleil, but it was really awesome and fun to watch.

best thing ever.

crazy acrobatics

Day 5:  Breakfast and then back to the room.  It was raining, so we decided to just hang out in the room and enjoy some relaxation time, since we had been going non-stop and in the sun for several days.  It was still raining but Ben wanted to go down to the swim up bar.  He went down and I told him I would meet him down there in a bit.  I didn't want to go, but it was our honeymoon!  I didn't want my new husband down there by himself, so I reluctantly put on my bathing suit and headed down to the pool.  I didn't take our pool bag with sunscreen, hats, etc... because it was still rainy and overcast. Once the sun started coming out, Ben decided we needed our sunscreen and towels, so we parted ways- him to the room to get the bag and me across the pool area to get towels from the pool concierge.  
THIS IS WHERE THINGS GOT CRAZY. this story is to be continued... (don't worry, it's already written and scheduled for tomorrow and I truly couldn't find a good stopping point, so there it is.)

Also, before I go, I'm back on the weight loss train pretty strong!  I've lost about 5 pounds since last week and I'm super happy about it.  So, I will try to post more about that as well.  I'll be posting my weight again so I can keep myself accountable and see my progress. Lots happening, people! What have y'all been up to?
SW:  311 CW:  206.5 GW: 150 all my love, always

#fridayhashtags

via: someecards

• I'm so glad it's Friday.  This week, between working, therapy, and the brace I have to wear at home for my knee, has kicked my ass and I'm exhausted.  Like, so tired that I took a full hour for lunch and laid on the break room couch for most of it.  #agirlsgottadowhatagirlsgottado
• Andi and Josh from The Bachelorette broke up yesterday and I feel like it personally devastated my life in a way that is unacceptable for a 28 year old.  I do this every.single.time.  I get emotionally invested and then terribly upset when (shocker) it never works out.  #ithurtssobad #whyamimarried #justkiddingilovemyhusband #butgodjoshmurrayissofine
• Our friends R+K got married in December and tomorrow we are having a party for them to celebrate.  These are two of my absolute favorite people ever so I can't wait to celebrate their marriage and the fact that we are now all old, married people.  #wifeystatus
• Until said party, I intend on doing exactly as that e-card says.  Bum Leg= Bum Meg.  See what I did there?  #lazydays #funnygirl
• I have a love/hate relationship with some people's blogs.  I won't say who, I doubt they read mine anyway, but still.  Like, I can't stop reading them but they drive me crazy and I want to hate them!  But I can't stop reading them.  #howdoesthisevenmakesense
• I cut my hair and I wish I hadn't.  I love my hair stylist (like, adore her to the moon and back) and she did a fabulous job, but I may have been feeling a little too adventurous and now I can only really wear it one way.  Maybe I should just play with it some more.  #beautyblunders

Before I end this totally pointless post, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has left me comments on my last two posts.  It reminded me just how much I really, really missed you guys and what a little family I have here in this blog world.  I'm glad to be back around these parts.

all my love, always

Since October: Part 1

Happy Wednesday!  I figured I would take some time today to talk about all of the events that have happened to me over the past three months.  Boy, has my life been a doozie!  I thought it got turned upside down when I had weight loss surgery, but looking back that was a (no weight loss pun intended) piece of cake!
We'll start with the wedding, since it is #weddingwednesday and all.  Just for the record, I hate that hashtag.  Talk about your wedding whenever you want!  (I've been out of the blogging game way too long to be getting mad about a themed day of blogging.  I'll work on it.)

Our wedding was October 4, 2014.  I always swore up and down and up again that I would neeeever, never ever EVEERRR have a wedding outside.  It wasn't my style, I'm not outdoorsy, it would definitely be my luck that a horrendous tornado would come through and ruin my day, etc... etc... etc... But nevertheless, we picked an amazingly gorgeous venue where we would be married outside.  And I'd like to give God a big high-five for giving us the most gorgeous weather ever.  We couldn't have picked better weather out of a perfect-weather-magazine, if there were such a silly thing.

before they put out the shepherds hooks with lanterns, our wreath and the lanterns that lined the stones around the chimney.

the back of the house.

the front of the house.

a closer look at the chiney, our wreath and the beautiful stone.

the lights were an added cost (of course) but they tied everything together so nicely, especially when the sun went down.

We did have one groomsman show up black out drunk.  Like, so drunk that he is in our wedding pictures (which he barely made it through) but was not in our actual wedding.  He sat in the audience next to another groomsmen's mom in his rented tux.  Hey, whatever works.  (This is where your trusted wedding handlers come in handy-  they took care of the drunk guy and I knew nothing of the sort, which suited me just fine.)

Getting ready was really fun.  And of course taking pictures was my absolute favorite.  The amazing thing about a good photographer is they have the amazing ability to catch candid moments that you didn't know they were capturing.  Those are definitely my favorite.

 you better believe I did my own hair and makeup. 

 this bed was GORGEOUS, so comfy and perfect for fun bridal pictures!

The DJ was amazing, the food was delicious, there were drinks a plenty and we had the best minister:  my cousin!  The words he spoke during our ceremony were absolutely perfect for me, Ben and our marriage.  He even said a quote from Dr. Seuss, which I loved, because we are so laid back and love a little giggle during a series time.  
After a night of love, laughter and dancing with our favorite people in the world, we headed back home to get ready for the highly anticipated honeymoon in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.  And that, my friends, is where I leave you... 
(or maybe with some more pictures...) :)

 the SWEETEST boy ever!  I've babysat for him since he was a year old.  It makes me so happy to have a picture of us from my wedding.

 this picture should tell you everything you need to know.

moscato for the win.

seriously, how beautiful and fun is our photographer?  I love her!

VENUE:  The Sonnet House

FOOD:  The Sonnet House

DECOR/FLOWERS:  The Sonnet House

DRESS:  Allure from Bridal Bliss

(this is the updated version of my dress-  mine had lace at the top instead of rouching and was champagne in color)

PHOTOGRAPHY:  J'adore la Photographie

CAKE/BABY BITES:  Pastry Art Cakes