The Couple That Weighs Together, Stays Together...

I completely meant to blog last night, but left my computer at work thinking I wouldn't need it at home. Wrong and wrong.

Anyways, back to the important stuff. The state of Alabama kicked off this great initiative this past week called Scale Back Alabama.

The basic premise is you get a team of four (no more than four, no less than four -- they are very strict about this one.) and you each have 10 weeks to lose 10 lbs. The great thing? If all four of you drop the weight, you get entered in a drawing for $4,000. Yes, that's right -- $1,000 EACH! Do you know what I could do with that cash $$? New wardrobe, new couches, Kitchen Aid mixer, maybe even pay off some student loans. The possibilities are quite endless.

Our team is the "Adios-e Adipose" (adipose is fatty tissue for those of us not up with the medical lingo) and it's myself, K, and two of our good friends from work. Last night was our dreaded weigh in so we figured what better way to kick off a diet than a big 'ol traditional style German dinner. Brats, and potatoes, and slaw, and cheese, and sausages, and bread! Oh the bread! It was that deliciously soft, warm bread that the buttah just melts on the minute you spread it on there. And carbs are my weakness! So of course I had three slices just to myself.

Large German feast and four glasses of water later, we went to weigh in. I had packed on three pounds since the day before. I'm going to credit those lbs to dinner. To keep me honest for the next ten weeks, I weighed in at 130.6 lbs. My goal is 15-20 lbs. Then I'll be a happy camper.

I leave for Vegas in two weeks. It's our annual Vegas V-Day girls trip. No boys allowed. K is so awesome and not making me feel guilty about going, even though it is our first V-day together.

More on that trip later... for now, back to work.

Peace, love, and no more buttah,

J

Welcome to Atlanta Where the Players Play...

Today we ventured out of this lovely little place we like to call Hell (some refer to it as our new hometown). It's not really full of fires and flames -- it just feels like it.


K heard about a "free day" at Turner Field, the home of his beloved Braves. It was free admission to their Hall of Fame and a free tour of the park. We were just talking about heading out to the ATL for a tour of the park so this was perfect timing. Plus we're entirely broke right now so free is money to us! (Creepy person/thing listening to our convos - STOP. Thanks!)


It really was a perfect day (minus the freezing temps!) and a perfect outing. It was awesome to see K on the field and in the dugout where his heros have been. I remember going in the dugout at Wrigley Field and not wanting to get up. I thought about everyone who ever sat there, etc. and couldn't believe that now my hiney was on that bench too! It's an increadible feeling and anyone who's a sports fan, I highly recommend stadium tours whenever possible. But I digress...


The tour of the park and the HOF only lasted about two hours, but it was awesome. We stopped at The Varsity (apparently the world's largest drive in -- but we dined inside, of course) and got some chili cheese hot dogs and burgers, onion rings and fries.


K let me "entertain" him on the way home with a lovely rendition of Aerosmith's "I Don't Want Miss a Thing." I love that he lets me be me, weirdness and all. And let me tell you, there's a lot of weird in here.


Here are some pictures from our lovely day:




Dodgers and Braves... Just like us!

 

In the Coca-Cola Skyfield

 

Hanging out in the dugout




Pretending to be manager Bobby Cox



See the excitement?! :)

Our feet out on the field

Being very fierce, of course!

I'm a Dodger fan at heart, but I sport the Braves "A" just for him. Relationships are full of sacrifices, right?


We're closing out this awesome day with a nice fire, some grilled veggies (diet starts now!), the Wii, and a fierce game of Monolopy. Here's to Park Place and Boardwalks...


and an awesome boyfriend who still loves you when you insist on wearing this sweet getup...

So hot right now!

Peace, love and "Get Out of Jail FREE" cards,


J

Starting Out...

I apologize. The title is lame, but I just need to start this dang thing. I've had it going for the past 24 hours but just haven't sat down to actually write something.

So here it goes...

I'm Jill, a 23-year-old living in Alabama. Don't mistake that with being from Alabama. I'm from Southern California, born and raised. Nothing against people from Alabama, but I am so in love with California and all it has to offer and am so proud to be from there. Let's see, what else? I love my job. I am a sports fanatic (I cheer for every LA team -- and the Chargers but the Dodgers hold the #1 spot in my heart.), baking enthusiast, cooking adventurer, travel lover, unhealthy shoe obsessor, and often a girly girl. Anything else I'm missing? Oh, and I live with my boyfriend.

His name is Kelly. He will most likely be refered to as Pookie Bear from here on out. I know it's Wendys-commercial-cliche, but somehow it fits. Thankfully he's a guys guy. He choice in sports teams is questionable however. I love the Dodgers, he loves the Braves. He loves the Cowgirls, err boys, I love the Chargers. I love him and he loves me. I guess that's all that really matters.

When I told a girlfriend that we were moving intogether, she suggested a start a blog about it. Sure, why not put this trying time in our relationship out there for everyone to judge? Isn't that what our generation is all about? So here it goes.

Wish me luck.

Peace, love, and wintry nights,

J


PS- We're not really anonymous cohabitors. Or suffering from serial cohabiting. Every other witty name I could come up with was already taken. So throw me a bone.