My weightloss Journey!

I’ve been on weight watchers for 10 weeks. It’s not been the easiest, but I can already tell I make better choices. I don’t usually like to give numbers as far as how much I lose each week because sometimes I gain.

And no one can make me feel any worse about that than me.

It’s hard to appreciate how much weight you’ve lost until you relate it in normal terms.

I’ve lost 26 pounds.

Which means I’ve lost

Thats right! Five five pound bags of potatoes and a pound cake! I can't wait to do more!

My Angry Bladder

Not really a cool title for this post, but it is what it’s about. Most of you know I work for my local fair and during 11 days, my life stops and work completely consumes it. I move to work and live in an RV during that time.

But anywho, on a wonderful Saturday morning, February 12^th to be exact, I was enjoying my last weekend before working an entire month straight. I had big plans, I was going shopping at my favorite mall with my dad. Great day planned.

I woke up, poured myself a diet mountain dew (breakfast of champions for me) and set about picking up my bedroom and texting a friend before meeting my dad. It was going to be a great weekend, I knew it.

Or so I thought.

I noticed when I was getting ready, I had to use the bathroom frequently, hmmm, I thought, better start drinking water. I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d drank a water was.

I grabbed my purse ready to leave my house and drive the five minutes to our meeting place. I had to go again.

Oh dang it, I thought. I have a urinary tract infection or something going on. Highly pissed off, I drove to our meeting spot and called my dad on the way. I could barely walk into Target to pee without wetting myself. No way could I walk around a mall.

I canceled our shopping trip and grabbed Azo and water. I arrived back home and immediately plopped myself on my couch and popped some pills. A pity party because to ensue because no way did I want to spend my last weekend off at home sick.

The Azo helped and I was now only going to the bathroom every hour instead of ten minutes. On Sunday, my dad and I made it to the mall and I was feeling better, but knew something was going on with my body still. The pain was just intense.

On Monday, I called my doctors office and they said they could fit me in. Now I knew one of the first things I’d have to do is do a urine test. Okay fine, I drank water in the afternoon (well I was scared to death to drink Diet Mt Dew since still no idea what was wrong so it’s not like I was drinking anything else). I got to my appointment and I hoped I wouldn’t have to sit long, I so had to go.

That’s always my luck.

I sat for 15 minutes and before I burst into tears, I asked the nurse if I could just go ahead and give my sample because I was in so much pain. She said of course.

Dr. Lambert examined me and listened as I explained I swear someone was in my belly either squeezing my ovary or my bladder. Of course the urine test shows nothing so she suggests we do an ultrasound.  Sure! I’ve had ultrasounds on my throat, I’ve had ultrasounds on my breasts. I’ve never had an ultrasound anywhere below my belly button.

So the next day, I bebop in to my appointment and the tech explains, please remove your jeans and panties and sit on the table. Um, I wondered. Is that so the goo on my bell doesn’t get on my clothes? Thankfully I did not say that out loud.

She walks back in, produces what can only be called a huge wand and proceeds to explain where it’s going. Oh dear goodness, It felt like it would be coming out my nose. What seemed like hours, was really only about ten minutes for her to tell me, yup everything looks great, thanks for coming.

I left the office wandering if maybe I’ll always have this pain. Maybe my body hates me.

Dr. Lambert had given me medicine to treat a bladder infection anyway so I went ahead and took it.

On Tuesday before the fair was going to start on Thursday, they called and said, “Yes, you had a bladder infection and we’d like to do a urine culture and make sure it’s completely clear.” I said okay and ran in one morning, did my business in the plastic cup and figured they’d call me with the results in a week.

When the fair is going on, all sense of time goes out the window. One day blends into three. Hours drag on, so it’s easy to see I forgot about my urine culture.

That puts us to last week. I recognized the number on my caller ID and quickly answered.  “Hi Amy, I’m calling about your urine culture. There seems to be a problem.”

And pessimist Amy immediately thinks, great my kidneys are failing, there’s something seriously wrong. I’m going to die.  Nice huh? Yes I’m a panic queen. It happens.

Okay so after that split second thinking of negativity, the nurse continues. “Your urine was in an accident and we need you to come in again.”

What??

WHAT THE HELL?!? An accident? Like a collision between two people? A collision in the vehicle transporting it? What in the world?

So I’ve gone back in for another test and I’m supposed to find out the results this week. Unless it gets in another accident.

Now you may ask, are you back on diet dew? Hell to the no. That pissed off my bladder so bad it scared me.

Have you had soda since? Yes, and the second time I had one, I went for diet coke and my symptoms immediately came back. I’m cured! No soda for me.

So fingers are crossed it all is cleared up. Not really into the medicine that makes you pee orange. And it’s one of my favorite colors!!

Undecided

So, every night for the past 2 weeks I have sat here, typing away only to reread what I am about to post and absolutly hate it. I think "this is the worst thing I have ever written-who would want to read it? who would care!" I think I came up with a solution. My mind jumps from thought to thought instantly and without notice. Mom says it happens to her all the time, great! This is how you will get to know me. In sentinces that make no sense and in no order of any kind. Just a mess, like my brain.

My name is Sara Jess Miller-was born a Riles. I am 28, graduated in 2001 from Apopka High, GO APK!!! sorry, had to add that. Mother of 2. Cheyenne Hope-10 and John Wyatt-4. My husband is Johnny Ray but will be known as jr.  I am a fan of the GA Bulldogs, but don't ask me about them. All I can tell you is we have a HOT coach and a player named AJ Green.
I believe in God. I will not push it on you, but I will stand up for my beliefs<---that doesn't look right.. Oh by the way, i am a horrible speller. Please do not comment with all the correction. thanks. Anyways, I believe in Honesty. Friendship. Kharma and Revenge. Not me getting revenge..... but what goes around will come back around. Trust me, I have seen it!
Most of all, I believe in Love. I know that out there somewhere is someone for everyone. I know Love can be hard and a real pain in the ass, but with out it what are we? Love is what brings families together. Love is what keeps friends over the years. Not money, not power and not great looks. ( I have none of those).

I grew up as a only child to a single mom. Well, off and on single. The story of my father is a whole different story for a different day. trust me, when I get the courage to touch on him it will be a good one. Won't want to miss it.  We moved alot. We had no money. But mom refused to me to go without. Without her, I would be lost. My mom is like my living rock. That sounds weird but it is right in my mind.

I have trust issues. Especially with men. I batteled with depression but decided that meds were not the answer. I and I alone need to make every day a good one and worth living for. I think an education is something that you can not put a price on. My mom got her GED in her 30's and was the best thing she ever did for us. I would love to go to college but i don't have the time or money. that stinks.

I love to laugh. I love movies and i quote them all the time. We will play movie trivia from time to time. It will be fun, oh yes, it will be fun. I love love love music. I enjoy singing alot. I sang as a child at church, I sang in school groups in Elementary school, Middle school, and High school. Jr listens to country music. Period. However, I find delight in so much more. I really like Classis Rock. Thanks mom. Oldies are fun. I also like Country, Hip Hop, Rap, Big Band, and some Classis Music is nice from time to time. I have a love for Eminem.He's hot! Back to the laughing thing. I have a really bad habbit of laughing when people get hurt. Not like shot and killed. But if someone trips and falls, my ass is rolling on the ground laughing until I can't breathe. I don't mean to laugh, but I can't help it.

Ok, my fingers are getting sore. So now you know some little about other ( silent) girl in this blog.  I'll be back. Don't worry.

Me.

I’m Amy. I’m 33. I’m single. I’m loud, I laugh with a weird laugh. I shop excessively and can’t stand to go out of the house looking a mess.

I’m also obese.

Oh you can say I’m not, but it’s true. I’m morbidly obese actually. My mom used to tell me you won’t lose it overnight because you didn’t gain it overnight. Well, I feel I’ve been this way my WHOLE life. I’ve lost weight before, almost 45 pounds. But I said, ha, I can eat what I want again.

Wrong, I gained it back.

Plus 5 more.

Last Sunday I signed up for weight watchers again. I’m tired of being single and you can say a guy is going to love me for me, well we’re superficial in some ways. That’s the God’s honest truth. And they're not beating down my door the way I look now.

I’m doing this for me. I’m ready to make a change in my life. It’s been one week and so far I’m a success, I won’t post numbers because I feel that gets in the way for what I’m trying to do.

The goal is to do one day at a time, to lose weight no matter how big or small.

To find the inner skinny bitch that’s ready to come out.

I know this won’t happen in a day, a week or even a month. It’s a life long change and I’m ready to do it. I’m tired of being the fat friend.

One week down, way more to go.

No talking for a month! WTF?

I’m lucky to have family that lives close to me. Do I see them a lot? Ha, no but that’s another story. Anywho, my cousins on my mom’s side are all stair steps. My brother was first, then Tom, Albert, ME!, Nick and Will. Nick and I are eleven months apart and some change. I’m older, that sucks, he’s smarter, that sucks, but I dress better. Ha, I’m the female I must say that.

Okay, way off topic, anyway a few years ago, Nick was dating a wonderful girl named Jennifer. I met her several times and absolutely loved her. When someone meets  your family and still likes you, that’s a plus. The relationship wasn’t meant to be, but Jen and I have stayed in contact mostly in part we’re addicted to facebook and twitter.  I adore her and am amazed each day how much in common we have.

We both love to read, we love music, singing in a car is a must and we’re both trying to have a baby.  Ha, just checking if you’re truly reading this, okay so some of it we don’t have in common.

A few weeks back, Jen complained that she had to see a specialist because her voice had gone hoarse. Well, what do you know, three years ago I had the same thing! I did all sorts of tests, blood work, had a nice ultrasound on my thyroid where the tech said it was the prettiest one she’d ever seen and knew there was no way I had issues there. (Note to self, next time you meet a guy, hey, how you doin? I have a pretty thyroid).  (You can read all about her deal, HERE )

Mine turned out to be nothing and thankfully after only a few more months, my voice is now normal. Jen wasn’t as lucky. Her vocal chords are pretty busted and she was given this to do.

No talking for a month.

Do what?!?

I live alone so it’s possible that from 5 in the evening on until 8:30 the next morning, I could be silent. Does it happen, rarely. I talk to myself constantly. I talk to people constantly. I think I was meant to talk to everyone in the world.

The biggest problem I would have is singing. No, I’m nowhere near American Idol ready, but I love to sing in my car. LOUDLY. I don’t listen to the radio on my way to work because I can’t stand talking, ha that’s funny. But I plug my Iphone in, select a playlist according to my mood, and jam the 27 minutes it takes me to drive to work. 

I couldn’t imagine not talking. I’d go stir crazy.

I follow her blog religiously and she’s had a lot of support for her month of silence. I forced my friends to help me out today, not really, they were happy to do it.

Stacey.

Sara, who was devastated to think of not singing in the car. Hell, she sings to me at work.

And of course me.

Get well soon, Jen! You’re one of my favorites! Hell, we’re twesties!!

Hello 2011

For 2011, I have a lot of goals. I think  it’s more of a, oh I’ll be 34 in September. What the hell have I done with my life? I don’t know why age bothers me so much, I think mainly it’s because I’m single. No prospects. No men knocking down my door. I have one of the worst habits, whenever I find someone who I think is not nearly as cute and fun as me, I’ll whine if I find out they’re engaged. And it’s not like I want to get married because I don’t. I just hate being at a restaurant with friends and the waiter asks, how is the check split. “Uh, these two, these two and oh yeah, I’m alone.”

Okay, enough about my pity party.  I’ve decided to do the 101 goals in 1001 days. Some are personal and I won’t share, but the majority I will. I’m so excited to plan ahead with my life and think about all the places and things I’d like to do.

So here is the first section

1. Go to New York

2. Go to the Washington DC

3. Anywhere to see the leaves change

4. Anywhere to see snow

5. Visit my brother in North Carolina

6. Visit my aunt and uncle in Jax

7. Go to NFL game that Tebow plays in

8. Go to a Gator game

9. Go to Vegas

10. Visit a pumpkin patch

11. Go on a cruise that New Years happens while on the boat

12. Cook dinner for someone at my house

13. See a musical or play

14. Go to a large cattle show out of state (Denver or NAILE or an NJAA)

So we'll see how this works!

All About Amy!

1.   Name? Amy Elizabeth Stotler

2.   Named after? Amy was something my mom liked, well hold it, my name was supposed to be Karen, but changed 3 days before I was born. My middle name is my mom’s name.

3.   Do you like your name? Sure! It only costs 3.00 to get it monogrammed.

4.   If you could go any place, where would you go? Greece! I think that would be fab.

5.   Three things you can’t live without. Cell phone, it’s an Iphone so I’m connected to everything, undies, because you never know when you’re butt might pop up in the air. And Love from friends and family, the Beatles were right, all you need is love!

6.   What two famous people dead or alive would you like to meet? Jesus, I know that’s surprising, but I have a lot of questions and I’d love to sit down one on one. George W. Bush. I’d love to converse with him on a variety of topics.

7.   Best thing about your life? I’m single! I’m free to do whatever I want, when I want.

8.   Worst thing about your life? I’m single! See, it has it’s moments!

9.   Songs to play at your funeral. This Is hard because I have so many. Brown Eyed Girl, Freefalling, John Mayer version.

10.               As a single person, what do you get asked a lot? When are you having a baby! Not marriage anymore, we’ve gone straight to when are you having a kid Amy.

11.               If you won the lottery, what would you do? I’d take my friends and family on a cruise, I’d sponsor beer tents at my work and I’d give back to livestock programs across the state.

12.               Goal to accomplish in 2011 to just let things go more. I can’t control everything in the world, why fret.

13.               Favorite childhood toy- My kitchen set. You’d think I would be a chef now as much as I played with that.

14.               33 years old, born and raised in Florida, Loves football, Tebow and shopping. Hates drama, stupid people and thieves