* Big sunglasses don't make you cool
* The more you complain, the less sympathy I feel
* I will never value your opinion about me over my own
* I don't care if newlywed mushy-gushy-ness makes you sick - I'm going to enjoy it
* Dogs are not people - stop comparing them as if they are
* Stop making excuses
* When you have so many hobbies, you come across as a cluttered mess
* Having a camera doesn't make you a photographer, nor will it ever
* Go out and make friends
* I would take your advice if I wanted to ended up where you are
* Chase your own dreams- mine are taken
* Stop pretending you're happy where you are in life, when you are obviously not - and get out and do something about it!
* Just because I don't cry about my problems as much as you do, doesn't mean they are any less troubling or any less important
* Inheritance money does not = lottery
* Pull up your freaking pants
Honestly people, honestly!
Thank you,
-Mrs. Knox
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
What am I weighting for?
Today I am feeling a little blah. Let me start out by saying that I am someone who has almost always had an "issue" with my self image. I've been as small as an 8 in my adult life (which looks really small on me) and last winter I got up to my heaviest weight EVER and reached a size 16/18. Needless to say, when January came around and we started actually planning our wedding I knew I had a LOT I wanted to shed before the big day!
So, I set two goals for myself... One "master goal" that I want to ultimately reach SOMEDAY before we start having kids, so I can enjoy at least a small portion of adulthood in my "ideal" shape, and be as healthy as possible for pregnancy. The other goal was what I wanted to get down to for the wedding day.
To reach wedding day goal weight I had to lose 41 pounds, and to reach my master weight i would have to lose 66 pounds. With our wedding set for the end of July I knew I had to bust it out to shed the 41 to get where I wanted to be, and I did. I was in the gym all the time, hardly ate anything "junky", and was completely dedicated and... I DID IT!!!!!
ACTUALLY... I lost a grand total of 49 pounds to be exact!! leaving me only 17 pounds from MASTER GOAL!!! I was sooo happy.
Then came the honeymoon.. wamp wamp. I was ever so lucky to marry a man who appreciates good food as much as I do, he actually PREFERS when I am not skinny, and we just so happened to vacation in good ole St. Augustine, which is SWARMING with nothing but history, beach, and restaurants! I did NOT hold back either. There wasn't a scale where we were staying, which is good because I religiously weigh myself just about every morning and night and I would have been in a bad mood for our whole mooning experience. To make matters worse, I got so used to not weighing myself while we were gone that I didn't get the guts to face the scale until 17 days after the wedding.. bad mistake. Long story short, my happy newlywed self managed to sleep, sunbathe, and dine my way to gaining back 8 horrible nasty josie-grossy pounds. Sounds like a lot to gain in two and a half weeks, but I guess thats what happens when you go from eating salads and grilled chicken to fully indulging yourself so quickly.
So here I sit, frustrated and lacking any source of motivation... I haven't gained any more since I first weighed myself, but I haven't lost anything significant either! I have 25 pounds to reach my master goal weight, and I really really just hate that I allowed myself to get further than the -teens away from it again.
At least I'm not al the way back where I started from. I think I just need a few more days of mourning my 8 pound addition before I am ready to bust it out again. No day like Monday to kick myself back into gear, right? I am making the promise to myself now, NEXT MONDAY I will get back to work, and I WILL conquer my master goal weight within the next 6 months, just in time for spring. I won't let the holidays put it off from me, and I won't be mopey about it ANYMORE.... starting Monday....
Thats enough blah-osity for now!
-Mrs. Knox
So, I set two goals for myself... One "master goal" that I want to ultimately reach SOMEDAY before we start having kids, so I can enjoy at least a small portion of adulthood in my "ideal" shape, and be as healthy as possible for pregnancy. The other goal was what I wanted to get down to for the wedding day.
To reach wedding day goal weight I had to lose 41 pounds, and to reach my master weight i would have to lose 66 pounds. With our wedding set for the end of July I knew I had to bust it out to shed the 41 to get where I wanted to be, and I did. I was in the gym all the time, hardly ate anything "junky", and was completely dedicated and... I DID IT!!!!!
ACTUALLY... I lost a grand total of 49 pounds to be exact!! leaving me only 17 pounds from MASTER GOAL!!! I was sooo happy.
Then came the honeymoon.. wamp wamp. I was ever so lucky to marry a man who appreciates good food as much as I do, he actually PREFERS when I am not skinny, and we just so happened to vacation in good ole St. Augustine, which is SWARMING with nothing but history, beach, and restaurants! I did NOT hold back either. There wasn't a scale where we were staying, which is good because I religiously weigh myself just about every morning and night and I would have been in a bad mood for our whole mooning experience. To make matters worse, I got so used to not weighing myself while we were gone that I didn't get the guts to face the scale until 17 days after the wedding.. bad mistake. Long story short, my happy newlywed self managed to sleep, sunbathe, and dine my way to gaining back 8 horrible nasty josie-grossy pounds. Sounds like a lot to gain in two and a half weeks, but I guess thats what happens when you go from eating salads and grilled chicken to fully indulging yourself so quickly.
So here I sit, frustrated and lacking any source of motivation... I haven't gained any more since I first weighed myself, but I haven't lost anything significant either! I have 25 pounds to reach my master goal weight, and I really really just hate that I allowed myself to get further than the -teens away from it again.
At least I'm not al the way back where I started from. I think I just need a few more days of mourning my 8 pound addition before I am ready to bust it out again. No day like Monday to kick myself back into gear, right? I am making the promise to myself now, NEXT MONDAY I will get back to work, and I WILL conquer my master goal weight within the next 6 months, just in time for spring. I won't let the holidays put it off from me, and I won't be mopey about it ANYMORE.... starting Monday....
Thats enough blah-osity for now!
-Mrs. Knox
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
My how the cookie crumbles
Within the past week, things are just going wrong a lot. I am still in a constant state of newlywed blind bliss.. but I can't deny all of the things "hitting the fan" so to speak.
A few months before Larry and I got married I decided to leave my job. I loved the people there, but the job itself was so physically and emotionally demanding that I couldn't do it and focus on being a "bride" at the same time. So, with the encouragement of my mr. and some guts I mustered up for just long enough.. I quit. Now that the wedding is over, it's time to get back to life and back to reality (in your head now!).
I have been applying for jobs like a mad woman! I've had a few interviews, but nothing has stuck quite yet. Ideally I want to find something that doesn't require me to work on weekends so that I can fully enjoy as much time as possible with my hubby. But let me tell you- I can't get a job (or extra income) quickly enough! I am to the point where I think I may just apply for a regular retail job for the time being to get some extra moolah coming in while I look for a job that better suites what I am looking for. Bummer, yes.. but will it help stop the current bleeding in our checking account- also yes.
It just so happens that TN's hot weather, recent budgeting by our apartment community, and other little cruddy things have come together to create the perfect storm to swoosh away financial comfort. I kid you not- our town house is so poorly built and horribly ignored by maintenance that our electric bill is $250 each month- extremely high for a relatively small 1000sq ft apartment if you ask me. And that is with us being frugal minded!
The hubs and I had an idea today actually- we are seriously considering moving our king sized mattress from our upstairs bedroom to our downstairs living room. Go ahead- laugh. Laugh at the idea that we pay a ridiculous amount of rent for a crappy unit that we are preparing to only use half of in order to manage our electric bill each month. :( I kid you not.. downstairs I am always bundled up under blankets to keep warm in the 65 degree igloo we call our living room, while upstairs its mainly tank tops and undies to try and limit the amount of sweating I do in the 85 degree sauna we call our bedroom. Just imagine what it would be like up there if we didn't freeze ourselves downstairs! So, we may try the mattress in the living room thing. I used to be curious what a "studio" apartment would be like anyway.... haha! At least we could keep the downstairs a reasonable temperature that way and still sleep comfortably at night.
Other things wrong with our unit- I am pretty sure our neighbor beats her son. You have never heard a kid cry like this one does. Our kitchen floor is crooked. The counter next to the sink is slanted- causing any and all spills to go directly under the microwave. and hardly any of our cabinets stay shut. We have resulted to storing cleaning supplies on top of the stove because the dogs are continuously pulling them out of the cabinets! And something tells me that there is only so much scrubbing bubbles one can ingest.
Despite all that is going on, we are getting by just fine. We couldn't do it on our own though. Larry and I are so thankful to have people in our lives who are there for us. It definitely makes going through all that we are going through easier. My parents especially have blessed us. They have done so much for us that they never had to do. It really scares me to think about where we might be today if we didnt have them loving and supporting us every step of the way, in every way they know how. As much as I hate needing the help, I love knowing that they are there for us 100%, to catch us when they can and help us lay a sturdier path for our future together.
All that being said- I cant wait to move. I cant wait to have a place we actually love and can start actually LIVING in together, instead of just "getting by". I can't wait to get a job to help take some of the pinch off of our finances and get things back on track so we don't have to worry so much. But even though all of our cookies are crumbling around us, I wouldn't have it any other way. A lot of people start out in a bind, I guess, and I wouldn't want to go through all of these stresses with anyone else in the world besides my husband who I absolutely trust, adore, and admire. We have high hopes for our family, and I know that if we believe in ourselves and in each other we can accomplish anything and everything we could ever dream of!
Now.. I've got to start rearranging the living room ;)
-Mrs. Knox
A few months before Larry and I got married I decided to leave my job. I loved the people there, but the job itself was so physically and emotionally demanding that I couldn't do it and focus on being a "bride" at the same time. So, with the encouragement of my mr. and some guts I mustered up for just long enough.. I quit. Now that the wedding is over, it's time to get back to life and back to reality (in your head now!).
I have been applying for jobs like a mad woman! I've had a few interviews, but nothing has stuck quite yet. Ideally I want to find something that doesn't require me to work on weekends so that I can fully enjoy as much time as possible with my hubby. But let me tell you- I can't get a job (or extra income) quickly enough! I am to the point where I think I may just apply for a regular retail job for the time being to get some extra moolah coming in while I look for a job that better suites what I am looking for. Bummer, yes.. but will it help stop the current bleeding in our checking account- also yes.
It just so happens that TN's hot weather, recent budgeting by our apartment community, and other little cruddy things have come together to create the perfect storm to swoosh away financial comfort. I kid you not- our town house is so poorly built and horribly ignored by maintenance that our electric bill is $250 each month- extremely high for a relatively small 1000sq ft apartment if you ask me. And that is with us being frugal minded!
The hubs and I had an idea today actually- we are seriously considering moving our king sized mattress from our upstairs bedroom to our downstairs living room. Go ahead- laugh. Laugh at the idea that we pay a ridiculous amount of rent for a crappy unit that we are preparing to only use half of in order to manage our electric bill each month. :( I kid you not.. downstairs I am always bundled up under blankets to keep warm in the 65 degree igloo we call our living room, while upstairs its mainly tank tops and undies to try and limit the amount of sweating I do in the 85 degree sauna we call our bedroom. Just imagine what it would be like up there if we didn't freeze ourselves downstairs! So, we may try the mattress in the living room thing. I used to be curious what a "studio" apartment would be like anyway.... haha! At least we could keep the downstairs a reasonable temperature that way and still sleep comfortably at night.
Other things wrong with our unit- I am pretty sure our neighbor beats her son. You have never heard a kid cry like this one does. Our kitchen floor is crooked. The counter next to the sink is slanted- causing any and all spills to go directly under the microwave. and hardly any of our cabinets stay shut. We have resulted to storing cleaning supplies on top of the stove because the dogs are continuously pulling them out of the cabinets! And something tells me that there is only so much scrubbing bubbles one can ingest.
Despite all that is going on, we are getting by just fine. We couldn't do it on our own though. Larry and I are so thankful to have people in our lives who are there for us. It definitely makes going through all that we are going through easier. My parents especially have blessed us. They have done so much for us that they never had to do. It really scares me to think about where we might be today if we didnt have them loving and supporting us every step of the way, in every way they know how. As much as I hate needing the help, I love knowing that they are there for us 100%, to catch us when they can and help us lay a sturdier path for our future together.
All that being said- I cant wait to move. I cant wait to have a place we actually love and can start actually LIVING in together, instead of just "getting by". I can't wait to get a job to help take some of the pinch off of our finances and get things back on track so we don't have to worry so much. But even though all of our cookies are crumbling around us, I wouldn't have it any other way. A lot of people start out in a bind, I guess, and I wouldn't want to go through all of these stresses with anyone else in the world besides my husband who I absolutely trust, adore, and admire. We have high hopes for our family, and I know that if we believe in ourselves and in each other we can accomplish anything and everything we could ever dream of!
Now.. I've got to start rearranging the living room ;)
-Mrs. Knox
Saturday, August 13, 2011
A new identity...
Yesterday was a big day!
I officially got my name changed. I didn't realize just how much went into it..
First, I went to the DMV to get a new license. I filled out all the paperwork and paid my money. The woman helping me handed me a paper and said "I need your signature". I signed my first name and then froze- "Which last name do I sign?" She said "Your new one" with a sweet little smile as I tried to make it seem like signing Kim Knox for the first time came as naturally to my clumsy wrist as possible. Don't get me wrong.. it's not like I haven't practiced it for the past 4 and a half years a million times over, but you can never quite be ready for the first REAL time! Once I was finished I was told to have a seat and wait for them to call me up for my picture.
I sat for a good ten or fifteen minutes. They started calling a name that I didn't recognize to be mine. They called it twice and I thought to myself "I really wish that person would go up there..." and then I realized that the Kimberly Knox that they had been calling repeatedly was me! Startled, I went up- got a snap shot, and walked out with my hot off the press drivers license. It almost felt like a fake I.D. without Woods on it somewhere- but I was smiling a mile wide when I left.
Next was my bank.. then the Social Security office.. and then to Larry's bank where we now have a joint account. It was so strange going through the day saying "my husband" when referring to him. There were so many times when "my fia....." would slide out of my mouth before I could catch it.
Once I had everything done I picked up my husband from work for his lunch break. After feeling so awkward all day, it was nice to spend some time with the man whose name I had spent all day adopting. He makes me feel so comfortable and sure of myself. We spent an hour laughing together before I had to drop him back off.
Then I headed to make another big change to my identity. After three years of growing my hair out for the wedding I knew I wanted to do something different once it was over. Something new and fresh. I cut my hair short (like shoulder length) a few years ago and spent months regretting it. After having long hair for such a long time, being without it just didn't feel feminine to me at all. After going through that I knew for sure I had to keep most of the length to my hair this time around, but I still wanted some big change... so- I opted for bangs. Even now, I'm not certain that it was the right decision. I look soooo different. Larry says it looks cute (but doesnt he have to say that?) and I haven't quite got the hang of how to look around freely without blinking like a maniac to keep my newly-short hair out of my eyes.
Like everything else in my life though, I guess it will just take time to get used to! Anyway.. it's time for me to get off here. Hubby and I are watching the Titans play for the first time this year, and breaking in the deep fryer we got for the wedding with some wings! I'm loving married life. <3
Later gators!
- Mrs. Knox
I officially got my name changed. I didn't realize just how much went into it..
First, I went to the DMV to get a new license. I filled out all the paperwork and paid my money. The woman helping me handed me a paper and said "I need your signature". I signed my first name and then froze- "Which last name do I sign?" She said "Your new one" with a sweet little smile as I tried to make it seem like signing Kim Knox for the first time came as naturally to my clumsy wrist as possible. Don't get me wrong.. it's not like I haven't practiced it for the past 4 and a half years a million times over, but you can never quite be ready for the first REAL time! Once I was finished I was told to have a seat and wait for them to call me up for my picture.
I sat for a good ten or fifteen minutes. They started calling a name that I didn't recognize to be mine. They called it twice and I thought to myself "I really wish that person would go up there..." and then I realized that the Kimberly Knox that they had been calling repeatedly was me! Startled, I went up- got a snap shot, and walked out with my hot off the press drivers license. It almost felt like a fake I.D. without Woods on it somewhere- but I was smiling a mile wide when I left.
Next was my bank.. then the Social Security office.. and then to Larry's bank where we now have a joint account. It was so strange going through the day saying "my husband" when referring to him. There were so many times when "my fia....." would slide out of my mouth before I could catch it.
Once I had everything done I picked up my husband from work for his lunch break. After feeling so awkward all day, it was nice to spend some time with the man whose name I had spent all day adopting. He makes me feel so comfortable and sure of myself. We spent an hour laughing together before I had to drop him back off.
Then I headed to make another big change to my identity. After three years of growing my hair out for the wedding I knew I wanted to do something different once it was over. Something new and fresh. I cut my hair short (like shoulder length) a few years ago and spent months regretting it. After having long hair for such a long time, being without it just didn't feel feminine to me at all. After going through that I knew for sure I had to keep most of the length to my hair this time around, but I still wanted some big change... so- I opted for bangs. Even now, I'm not certain that it was the right decision. I look soooo different. Larry says it looks cute (but doesnt he have to say that?) and I haven't quite got the hang of how to look around freely without blinking like a maniac to keep my newly-short hair out of my eyes.
Like everything else in my life though, I guess it will just take time to get used to! Anyway.. it's time for me to get off here. Hubby and I are watching the Titans play for the first time this year, and breaking in the deep fryer we got for the wedding with some wings! I'm loving married life. <3
Later gators!
- Mrs. Knox
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Here we go!
Today I got to thinking about how my life has changed.
I got to thinking about how being a "newlywed" has never quite been explained. Although I didn't know exactly how it would feel to be a high school grad, a college student, or an engaged bride-to-be, when things happened i still kind of knew what to expect. But ever since the hubs and I got back from our honeymoon, I've realized that I have never heard what to expect out of newly-wed life - let alone what to expect out of my new role as a wife!
We got married on July 30th of this year- just a short 12 days ago. The past 12 days have honestly been the happiest days of my life. I am so thrilled to be married to my best friend (as cheesy as that sounds).
The feeling of being newly married is so surreal. There is a comfort and security that has come over me that is truly indescribable. I want to fully enjoy exploring this new stage of my life, every emotion, every fear, and every twist and turn that being a newly-wife will bring.
So, here it is. The Newly-wife Life blog. I intend to keep things as honest and uncensored as is publicly-internet-appropriate. Although my only intention in writing this is for my own reflections, if any of you out there happen upon this - I hope I'm not completely boring and that maybe in some small way I can encourage you to reflect on your own stage of life- no matter what it may be.
- Mrs. Knox
I got to thinking about how being a "newlywed" has never quite been explained. Although I didn't know exactly how it would feel to be a high school grad, a college student, or an engaged bride-to-be, when things happened i still kind of knew what to expect. But ever since the hubs and I got back from our honeymoon, I've realized that I have never heard what to expect out of newly-wed life - let alone what to expect out of my new role as a wife!
We got married on July 30th of this year- just a short 12 days ago. The past 12 days have honestly been the happiest days of my life. I am so thrilled to be married to my best friend (as cheesy as that sounds).
The feeling of being newly married is so surreal. There is a comfort and security that has come over me that is truly indescribable. I want to fully enjoy exploring this new stage of my life, every emotion, every fear, and every twist and turn that being a newly-wife will bring.
So, here it is. The Newly-wife Life blog. I intend to keep things as honest and uncensored as is publicly-internet-appropriate. Although my only intention in writing this is for my own reflections, if any of you out there happen upon this - I hope I'm not completely boring and that maybe in some small way I can encourage you to reflect on your own stage of life- no matter what it may be.
- Mrs. Knox
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