Monday, February 17, 2014

For Closure... The Post about Alcohol

Why I don't drink alcohol, Trichotillmania and Alcohol

I've been putting this post off for a while—not because I don't think it's important—but because I was hesitant to put my personal beliefs on this topic out in the open for fear of rejection, fear of judgement against me, and most of all—fear of failing. I'll explain more in a bit, but I wanted to begin this post with a disclaimer that the following content is my own personal opinion & perspective, and in no way do I judge or disagree with you if you don't make the same choices I do.
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I think I've always had an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. I won't get into the details, but let's just say that I've seen it tear apart relationships & destroy the health and lives of several people who have been very close to me. Growing up, I told myself I would never drink, because I didn't want to see my life head in the same direction that I had seen so many go in before me.

You can probably guess where this is going. I had my first drink at age 18 and began going out with friends when I was 21. While I never enjoyed the "downtown" scene—when I went out, I tended to order at least one drink with dinner. And the way I did it, one drink turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into... well, you get it. I wasn't able to just stop at one. Now, I wasn't having drinks all the time, as you may presume. I'm talking once or twice, maybe three times a month. Nothing too extravagant.

But as the years turned and I found myself in troublesome times, alcohol was where I sought my refuge. Never a fan of strong-tasting drinks, beer or red wine, I would sip off the stresses with a margarita, a Malibu & Diet, a glass of Moscato, or a pretty & ├╝ber-sweet cocktail. And like I said before—it was never simply just one.

The additional drinking led to weight gain (roughly 30 pounds more than I am now) and insecurity, and of course—more drinking—lots and lots more drinking. I suppose I should also include the fact that while I drank I was such a different person, and that was the kind of person that truly no one wanted to be around. I was a destructive person when I drank. I destroyed relationships, I destroyed people's feelings, I destroyed my own self-confidence. In addition—though I never realized it at the time—the more I drank, the more I pulled out my eyelashes and eyebrows. It was a downward spiral and though I knew how to get out of it, I didn't want to. I thought it was too enjoyable... too fun... not worth it to give it up.

Fast forward a few years to 2013, where drinking wasn't so much of a priority but I still had one here and there—one margarita while out on the lake, one glass of wine at a fancy dinner, one hot toddy while up at our favorite mountain resort. Ever since I became a Christian in 2012, I had begun developing a conviction that I shouldn't drink at all—but I could never justify giving it up completely. I didn't think I needed to.

Then, last fall after my trichotillomania & pulling had gotten so much better, I realized one distinct correlation. I wasn't drinking like I had been... at all. It had been months since my last drink and I had hardly pulled out any eyelashes or eyebrow hairs, whereas before, I pulled and pulled each time I drank. I knew that my decline in drinking had helped lead to my decline in pulling. So I gave it up. Right then and there, I decided I was done with alcohol. For good.

However (here's where we get into what I mentioned above about being hesitant to post this)—I gave it up quietly. I made this decision after praying about it and talking it over with Daniel, and essentially only told my parents. And I did it so quietly out of purely selfish and misguided reasons. I was leaving the door open to the possibility that if I did have a drink in the future, that I wouldn't be held accountable for my actions because I hadn't told anyone that I'd stopped drinking. Wait, what? Yes. I'll say it again, I was leaving the door open to being able to still drink in the future. I'm telling you, I have an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. I wasn't able to just let it go. It was as though I thought I needed it or might need it in the future. I was afraid of failing—so I didn't tell anyone about it.

So this post, right here, is my public declaration. Despite whatever opinions, thoughts or judgments about me & my beliefs may be cast because of it. I haven't had a drink since last fall, and I won't drink ever again. I'm doing this for myself, for my husband, for my family (and future family!), for my trichotillomania, and mostly—because of my faith in God, the convictions He has given me, and the path he has placed me on.

This is one of those long-winded, wordy posts that will surely drive people to click that "X" at the top of their screen. But this is one of those posts that is so important for me to share. I've always said—I love to share my story and put myself out there—and this is just one more page of my story that I don't want to forget, and don't want to go on without sharing. Please remember, I don't judge anyone based on if they do/don't drink or what their stance is on the topic. I hope I didn't come off as judgmental by publishing this post. This is a very, very personal post and it took me a long time to gather the courage to write it. But I knew I needed to... for myself—and for closure. Here's to holding myself accountable, once and for all.

Monday, December 2, 2013

I Joined the Air National Guard!

Idaho Air National Guard

On Wednesday, November 27, 2013, while surrounded by my family and with my hand raised in front of the American flag, I enlisted in the Idaho Air National Guard. This decision has been a long time in the making, and officially--I did it.

This begins a whole new & HUGE chapter in our lives. Daniel, who is coming up on 11 years in the ANG, has been one of the biggest reasons why I wanted to join. The Guard has done wonderful things in his life (it brought him to Idaho!), and I'm ready to go with him hand-in-hand on this new venture.

Of course this means some big changes for me. I am going in as a traditional (weekend drills only), so I get to keep my full-time job at the hospital, which is just wonderful--it's like the best of both worlds! But, as you can assume, since I've joined the military, I will have to go away for some training. I don't know dates at this time, but I do know that the training involves spending 8 weeks at Air Force Basic Military Training (BMT) in Texas, followed by another 6 weeks of tech school in Mississippi.

We are so excited for this, because we know it is the right thing for us and our future. For me, it's a whole new career set that I'll develop and that I couldn't get anywhere else. It's a wonderful addition to add to my resume, and I know it will help build me as a person. For Daniel and I, it is a step to help set up our future together. And, last but not least, I get to serve our country! This is such an amazing opportunity for us, and we are running fast after it with so much excitement. This is it! 

Idaho Air National Guard
Idaho Air National Guard
Idaho Air National Guard
Idaho Air National Guard
Idaho Air National Guard

We have been talking about this for such a long time, and I'm so excited that I finally did it. And it wasn't easy! The test to get in, the ASVAB, was a pickle (though I did end up scoring well, thank goodness). The 4-hour physical was another trial. Wading through the paperwork and the forms and the questions and the unknowns... it's all been a lot... but finally, I enlisted and this begins a whole new chapter. I'll be learning everything as I go--it's all new to me--taking in each moment, and loving this new opportunity that is going to bring great things. I'm just so excited.

If you have questions about the Guard, which I'm sure you will, please don't hesitate to ask them below. I hope you'll join us in our celebration of this new step & journey in our lives.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Eleven Twenty-Seven

Spring Blooms

Today may not be the most glamorous, the most talked-about, the most thrilling, or the most special day I've ever had, but today is a new & exciting day.

Exactly three months ago today, I turned 27, and for some reason—for my entire life—I've always wanted to be 27. This year was my "golden birthday" and I've always told myself that it was going to be my best year. So far, it's been pretty darn awesome. But I know that the best is yet to come.

I would never call myself a superstitious person, so what I'm about to say is just a fun coincidence and not about superstition, OK? I remember as a child, I once asked my dad what his favorite number was. He said 327, because it was some kind of turbo engine that he really liked (or something like that... Dad maybe you can remind me what 327 has to do with a car or engine?). Since that day, 327 has also been my favorite number. It's nothing fancy, but whenever I think of it, it always reminds me of my dad. ANYWAY, this morning I was thinking about it, and today marks exactly 3 months since my 27th birthday. 3-2-7. My favorite number. And that makes for a lovely day, indeed.

On the day I turned 27, I shared that I didn't know what this year was going to bring, but that I was looking forward to it. Today, I know that this year is going to bring great things, and I'm so excited and ready for them to start happening.

Mark this day, November 27, 2013... it's the beginning of a whole new me.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Story About My Name: Annelise

The story about my name Annelise, and nickname Aunie
Do you miss the long hair? Can't say I do quite yet! My shirt: c/o Kintage

My name, Annelise, is an old-fashioned Scandinavian name. It was quite popular in Germany (spelled Anneliese) and Norway (spelled Anne-Lise), and most recently has been gaining popularity here in the United States. My name is said to mean "Grace of God" or "God's promise of Grace" and it's been broken down that Anne is Hebrew for "grace" and Lise means "God's promise."

My name is pronounced ana-lisa—traditional to how they say it in Norway—and you can listen to it here (I say my name in the video at 0:01). Since my parents chose the traditional spelling of my name, instead of the more Americanized version of Annalisa or Analisa, my name gets mispronounced often. I get ann-elise or anna-lise a lot. And that's OK... so many people in America say it differently, so I can't expect people to get it right the first time when it's spelled differently than how it sounds.

I was named after my dad's Norwegian cousin. My mom fell in love with the name when she met Anne-Lise on her first trip to Norway. When my parents found out they were going to have a baby, they either wanted to name me Annelise or Inger-Lise (inger-lisa). As a child, I wasn't able to say my full name, so it came out more as "ahh-cee," and thus my childhood nickname—within my family only—was Icy. My family still calls me Icy, and it's my favorite nickname I've ever had.

As far as my other nickname Aunie (like the proper auntie without the "t"—listen to it at 0:05 here) goes, my best friend Ashton began calling me Aunie way back in 4th grade. She's the only one who ever called me that until I met Daniel and his family and they wanted a nickname. I told them I didn't go by a nickname—but they insisted! So Aunie it was. And then this blog happened, and the rest is history.

So now the real question, how were you pronouncing my name before you read this? How did you pronounce Aunie before you read this? I'd love to know!

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A Birthday For the Memory Books

Birthday Celebration

Yesterday was quite possibly the best birthday ever. My office ladies were so sweet to greet me with the nicest compliments for my new hair cut, and my phone rang and buzzed off the hook with calls and texts from friends and family filled with "Happy Birthday" wishes. Daniel picked me up for lunch and we dined at PF Changs—one of our favorite spots—on their spicy ahi tuna roll and Chang's Spicy Chicken. Yum! After lunch, I headed back to the office and was greeted with a bouquet of flowers from my sister and brother-in-law and a giant "strawberry champagne" cupcake from the ladies in my office. It was such a treat!

When I got home, I was able to relax for a moment while Daniel and I discussed our plan of action (or so I thought). We were just about to leave for dinner—I even had my purse over my shoulder and keys in hand—when a whole group of our friends walked through the front door! It was a surprise party! To be fair, I did the same thing for Daniel for his birthday back in May, so I should have known he would have something up his sleeve!

Birthday Flower Bouquet
Birthday Celebration
Birthday Cake and Candles
Birthday Celebration
Birthday Celebration
Birthday Celebration
My Skirt c/o LuLaRoe

THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who came over (also to those not in the photos!) and for all of you who left sweet comments & messages yesterday. You guys made my birthday just that much more amazing. From the flowers, to lunch, to the party, to the treats, to the friends & laughter, and the best surprise we could have possibly gotten (a couple days early!), it was just the BEST DAY EVER. Happy Birthday to me... I knew 27 was going to be great!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

twenty-seven.

Today is my twenty-seventh birthday. It's my Golden Birthday... 27 on the 27th. I'm not sure why, but for my whole life, I've always told myself that 27 would be my favorite year... and now that 27 is finally here, I can't wait to see what it brings.

Also, I kicked my birthday off with a "why not" of all why-nots:

Long to short hair cut, Haircut before and after
Long to short hair cut, Donate your hair
Long to short hair cut, Haircut before and after

I've always been a fan of change, and for this new year of mine, I'm embracing it fully. I ended up having 12 inches cut, and I'm donating my hair to Children With Hair Loss—they accept all kinds of hair and since the tips of my hair were bleached a few years ago, I picked their charity because some of the others have requirements against bleached & highlighted hair. I went to Kendall of Roots Salon in Boise (208-514-5895) and can't recommend her enough. This new cut is spunky, sporty, and of course—extra saucy. Why not, right?

Last year as I blew out my candles, I made sure that I didn't wish for "babies or anything crazy like that." This year, let's just say I can't promise the same, though I'm in no rush to make any changes that big (or small) quite yet. Oh, 27, I can't wait to see what joy you'll bring.

Monday, August 26, 2013

My Aha Moment

Mutual of Omaha Aha Moment about Trichotillomania

A couple weeks ago, the Mutual of Omaha Aha Moment Tour 2013 came through Boise. I had received an email from one of their coordinators a couple weeks before, asking if I'd like to come record my "aha moment." I was honored to have been asked, and immediately knew what I would talk about—trichotillomania.

For years and years, I've struggled with trichotillomania—and still do occasionally. Here's my Aha Moment about how I was freed from it—not cured—but freed. It doesn't hold me down anymore.


Blogging has changed my life, in more ways than just helping me control my trichotillomania.
"I always thought that I didn't have anything to offer anyone. I thought that my words couldn't make a difference and that my photos couldn't make a difference and that I couldn't help anyone. By simply blogging and taking photos and sharing my story, I realize that I can help other people and that's been huge for helping increase my self-esteem and just really getting me out there. Everybody has a story that they can share and a person they can help if they just put themselves out there."
Thank you for reading my story (here & at LastLash—the "anonymous" blog mentioned in the video). It means the world to me. YOU are part of my "aha moment."

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Maxwelton Beach

Agate

This is my favorite set of photos from our trip to Washington, because this is where I grew up. Maxwelton Beach on Whidbey Island. It just might be my favorite place in the whole entire world. My Nanny and Papa owned a house right on the beach—though it's now owned by my uncle—and we spent every single summer bunking in their garage. Their doors were always open, and it was always a giant Stone Family party. We spent the days on the tide flats—building sand castles, catching flounders, sinking our feet into the sand until we were deep enough to find shrimp, clam digging, row-boating in the Sound, salmon fishing, crab-potting—you name it, we did it. By night, we gathered in the sand for a beach fire and told stories while roasting marshmallows.

Those were the days. My mom and dad were still together, my brother was a tiny kid and was as sweet as can be, and my sister and I didn't have a care in the world—not even about the sand that always seemed to fill our shoes... I didn't intend for this to get all nostalgic, but I just can't help but think back to all the amazing memories. I can't wait to take my kids back there some day and make new ones.

Anyways, I just can't get enough of that place—the rocky, seaweed-filled beaches, the piles of driftwood, the American flags flying from a pole in every yard, the eagles swooping overhead or the agate hunting. Oh—the agate hunting! Every single day—regardless of the weather—our family went for a beach walk. But we weren't just going for a beach walk, we were hunting for agates! When we hunt for agates (read more about them here), we walk with our heads bent over, scanning the ground, looking for that characteristic glow that makes agates stand out from the rest of the ordinary rocks (if you need proof of the glow, see the photo above!). On any given beach walk, we can find anywhere between 1-10, though sometimes—but not often—we went home skunked without finding a single one. If you go to any of our family's homes, you'll find large glass dishes filled with collections of agates. A trip to Whidbey is not complete without an agate hunt!

See more photos of Maxwelton Beach below, with captions below a couple of them.

Whidbey Island
American flags along the beachside backyards.
Whidbey Island
Seagulls lining the pilings at Nanny and Papa's beach (same view as this photo).
Whidbey Island
The beach outside Nanny and Papa's house.
Whidbey Island
Whidbey Island
Whidbey Island
Whidbey Island
Whidbey Island
Beached driftwood.
Whidbey Island
Daniel found a little jellyfish.
Whidbey Island
Shirt: c/o Olivia Wares

Oh, Whidbey. You're my favorite.

Washington Trip 2013 Posts:
Whidbey Island │ Maxwelton Beach │ The 4th │ Pike Place Market │ Seattle

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Whidbey Island

Whidbey Island
My shirt: c/o Olivia Wares

After work last Tuesday, Daniel and I made the 9-hour drive over to Seattle for our summer road trip. I was born in Washington, and we spent every summer—and all of it—up on Whidbey Island each year, so I was really excited to take Daniel back to my roots. It was his first time to Seattle, and his first time meeting my entire extended family (minus a couple cousins). We got in late Tuesday evening, curled up on the couches at my sister's home off Green Lake, and rejoiced at the fact that ahh, finally, we were in Seattle.

The next morning, we hopped on the Mukilteo Ferry and took the short ride over to Whidbey Island. It didn't take long to convince Daniel that we needed to head straight to the Village Pizzeria—home of the best gosh darn pesto pizza I've ever tasted. After all, who needs breakfast when you can enjoy a piping hot & fresh pizza? After dining on our pesto pizza pie, we shopped the stores in Langley, snagging a couple tees for Daniel and a Whidbey sweatshirt for me at The Star Store (my ultimate favorite store as a kid).

There are photos below of our ferry ride and visit to Langley, with captions below a couple photos.

Whidbey Island Ferry
Whidbey Island Ferry
Whidbey Island Ferry
Langley, Washington
The shop right in the middle with the white front used to be Nanny's store (my grandma). It was a glass art gallery called The Glass Knight and she and Papa owned it for years and years. I was her "assistant" there every summer, and was paid well in ice cream cones, pizza slices, and amazing glass collectibles. 
Langley, Washington
The cutest theater in town.
Langley, Washington
The Star Store. My favorite place to shop as a kid. They have a toy store upstairs and I could spend hours tooling around in there.
Langley, Washington
The infamous Boy and Dog sculpture in downtown Langley.
Whidbey Island Ferry

After shopping we went to meet the family, and Daniel was welcomed with big hugs and very firm handshakes. They loved him immediately. I had waited over two years for that moment, and boy, it felt good.

More photos to come tomorrow!

Washington Trip 2013 Posts:
Whidbey Island │ Maxwelton Beach │ The 4th │ Pike Place Market │ Seattle

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Things You May Not Know...

floral top and jean jacket
Sunglasses: c/o Firmoo (use code AUNIESAUCEBLOGE2 for 30% off), Jacket: Apricot Lane, Top: Thrifted F21Photos: Taylor Love Studios
floral top and jean jacket

Things you may not know about me:
  1. My name is pronounced Ana-Lisa, not Anne-Elise. My nickname is pronounced Ah-nee (like the fancy aunty, without the "t"), not Annie. I get called "Annie" all. the. time. 
  2. I go to the gym (or run, bike or walk) 7-days a week.
  3. I watch one—and only one—TV show a week, Castle. If it weren't for football season, we'd cancel cable.
  4. I have 2 tattoos.
  5. I'm a super-perfectionist about my nails. They have to be squarely filed and hangnail free at all times. I don't cry over broken nails... but I sure do fix them right away.
  6. I have tried more mascara than any other makeup product. At one point, I had over 40 different tubes. 
  7. A bad eyelash day is way worse than a bad hair day.
  8. Every single time I shave my legs, I get razor burn. It's awful... I've tried everything. I have always been jealous of people who have silky-smooth, hardly-hairy legs. That probably sounds really dumb... but it's something I deal with daily.
  9. I have to be really careful around alcohol because of my family history... so I usually try to avoid it, though nothing tastes better than a frozen salted margarita while sitting on a restaurant patio on a hot day.
  10. I hardly, hardly wear heels, and am considering donating every pair I own (all 6 or so of them).
  11. A Carmel Apple Crisp ice cream cone from our local ice cream shop Delsa's is like eating a sugar cone of heaven. 
  12. Also, I don't eat ice cream in a cup when we go out (has to be a cone), but I will eat it in a bowl at home. 
  13. At first, I never wanted children (ever, ever, ever). Then, I told myself that if I did have kids, I would like to have my first when I was 27. I'll be 27 in 3-months... and yeah... 
... that's probably enough about me for today. What's something people might not know about you?

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Me & Icy Running: A Blog Post From My Mom

Preface: I look up to my mom more than anyone in the entire world. She's beautiful, she's fit, she's always the life of the party, and she's a wonderful story teller... so I asked her to tell her side (my side can be read here) of our running together. Also—Aunie is my nickname in Daniel's family—but in MY family, I have always gone by Icy. I couldn't say Annelise when I was younger, so Icy it was. Enjoy.
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Mom and Daughter Running Together

Annelise asked me to write a guest blog for her about our race at the Idaho Potato Marathon.  I’ve not written a blog before so here goes......

First and foremost, we love to run together.  We train at the same pace.  We even run the same way meaning we look the same when we run.  Seriously!  This was our fifth half-marathon together and we plan to one day run a full marathon together.  I’ve run three of those and I know she can do it too.  She just needs to convince herself that she can do it!

Why do we do it?  We love the planning, the training, the commitment and the excuse to get new running gear (of course)!   We get together to plan for the races.  We train long runs on the weekends.  I have to give her most of the credit....She does all the searches for races and course mapping.  I just show up to encourage her along the way.  Sometimes she gets cranky...at times her tummy doesn’t really want to run but I keep her going with that half step in front of her.  She’ll notice and scold me for speeding up but I know I’m keeping her on pace.  At the end she will always have that last kick.  We hold hands over the finish line to make that push together.

This was one of the best races for us.  Great weather, easy flat course running from Lucky Peak Dam into Boise, fun people and stellar outfits!  You’ve probably noticed our matching outfits in her previous blogs and Facebook posts.  She loves the BRIGHT stuff.  Anything neon is her favorite.  Last week while shopping I got there before her and picked out the capris I know she would love.  She did but they were just too funky for me.  We compromise with a lot of laughs while trying on the options!  We may sound like we make a big deal about the outfits and I guess we do.  That’s part of the fun of the event.  But we also run hard and pick the right gear to get the job done.  Just because it’s cute, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work!  There are times when we are out there and are dumbfounded by the inappropriate clothes people wear...ill-fitting, too tight, too sheer and mismatched (oh no).  AND it is entirely irritating when they pass us!  How can they pass us when they aren’t wearing good running clothes.  Really!  (I had to bring up the fashion side since what blog of Annelise’s doesn’t have fashion sense in it!)

Sometimes it is those that pass us that do amaze and sometimes inspire us. Not the elite runners because you expect that but those that surprise us.  The 75 year old man that runs stooped over or the first time runner that didn’t train.  I plan on running as long as I can and I would love to be an 80 year old still running in a race!  BTW, with my daughter along my side!

Finally, I want to bring up the bigger picture in all of this.  I don’t care what you choose to do with your child but just DO IT.  Don’t wait until you have more time or more money.  And make it meaningful and individual with them.  Something you both like to do.  It can be anything – garage sale together, go “real estating”, takes the dogs on walks, golf, frisbee golf, bicycle, play games, hike....  Don’t just go to a movie or eat out – we do that with everyone else.  If it is a meal, plan the recipes and cook it together or make a new dessert each week.  Our running is so much more than running.  It is our time to talk, share, dream and plan.  Don’t miss out on how much fun that can be and how close it can bring you together.  I don’t think there is anything Annelise can’t say to me (even if it might be TMI!).  So no matter who you are, be inspired to pick up the phone or go home tonight and grab that kid of yours and go for a run.  You’ll love it!

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I love you, Mom. For anyone reading this—today more than ever—get out there and spend time with the ones you love... and then take the extra step—hold someone close to you today. Say a little prayer for a stranger. Lend a helping hand. You never know how far your touch can reach.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Hey Aunie, Want To Run a Half Marathon? SURE, WHY NOT!

half marathon matching outfits

I've always been a runner. I won a one-mile fun run when I was about 10-years old, and I haven't stopped since. In high school, I ran track and competed in the 400, 800, 4x400, 4x800 and every other relay that involved either of those distances... heck, I even won my Senior Districts in the 400, and my 4x400 team took home the State gold medal. During my first year in college, I was on the track team at the University of Redlands and my main events were the 400, 800, 4x400 and the 400 hurdles.

After transferring back to Boise State and joining their cheerleading program, I began running long distance with my mom (who has run 3 full marathons, including Boston) in our spare time. In June of 2009, my mom and I ran our first race together, the See Jane Run "Chocolate and Champagne" Half Marathon (left photo), and finished in 1:48 and first in our age groups. Later in October of 2009, my mom and I again ran another half, the Prison Break Half Marathon. I don't have a photo of us because I had the flu the week of the race and got very sick mid-race, so was in no shape for photos afterward. Two weeks later in November, we ran Zeitgeist (middle photo), a half marathon that travels through the Boise foothills. And then, two years later in April of 2011, we ran Race to Robie Creek (right photo). It's the toughest marathon in the Northwest, and it rocked us (well, me anyway). If you want more juicy race details AND my typical training schedule, read this post!

Anyway—long story short—last week, our friends asked us to run the Famous Idaho Potato Half Marathon with them. My mom and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and said, "Why not?!" Also, it should be noted that I haven't run more than 30-minutes since that last half marathon in 2011... so with absolutely NO training except for two 1-hour (6-mile) runs this week, tomorrow, we are running the Famous Idaho Potato Half Marathon... which is 13.1 miles...so it should be interesting, to say the least!

Oh, and yes, we will be wearing matching outfits—our favorite race tradition. Wish us luck... the gun goes off tomorrow at 7:00 am!

Monday, April 1, 2013

The Ideal Body

the ideal body

I read a lot of blogs. I watch TV. I browse magazines. I see pinned images on Pinterest... and MANY of the images I see in these media outlets feature the same idea of "the ideal body."

In fact, there's no shortage of people out there wanting the perfect body, going on diets, searching for the miracle pill (or more desperate options) and ogling pictures of "thigh gaps," hoping to someday have their own.

What do I see? I see an idolization of tiny, rail-thin bodies, a lack of muscle, protruding bones, plates "filled with food" that don't even top 100 calories, photoshopped photos, and an obsession with the thigh gap and desiring to be perfect.

But what is "perfect?" What is "ideal?" 

It's so hard to not be influenced by all this media and to not feel like you need to "make a change"—despite how good you may look or feel. I know I've been caught several times thinking that my body is less than ideal. And I tell you what—that's not right. It's one thing to eat well, live an active lifestyle and seek a healthy body. It's another to obsess about restricting my diet, spend grueling hours in the gym each day, and take drastic measures to achieve that desired body—so I refuse to do any of that. The unrealistic picture that so many girls and women set for themselves needs to stop.

No, I'm not perfect. No, I'm not ideal. But I'm healthy. I go to the gym almost every single day. I don't kill myself there, though. I usually spend 30 minutes doing cardio and then lift weights or do high-intensity exercises for another 15-30 minutes. My total time at the gym every time is less than an hour. And it feels good to work out and sweat a little.

Now ask me again, "What is ideal?" IDEAL is a body you feel comfortable in. Ideal is healthy, active, glowing, beautiful. For me? That's currently 137 pounds... one-hundred and thirty-seven normal, healthy pounds. But to me, that's just a number, because more importantly—my clothes fit (many that I've had since college), I can churn out a 6-minute mile, and if you asked me to go out for pizza—you'd better bet I'm going to join you and have 2-3 slices.

No matter your number or your size, if you are comfortable being you—it may not be perfect—but it sounds pretty ideal to me.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Things I Don't Do

Top: Express // Scarf: Burlington Coat Factory // Glasses: c/o Firmoo

I don't:
  1. enjoy shopping.
  2. show up on time—ever.
  3. schedule blog posts—this is how I blog.
  4. ever regret eating a delicious bowl of macaroni and cheese—but if it's only sub-par? Double cardio day for sure.
  5. call Daniel "hubs." He's just Daniel.
  6. feel comfortable in big crowds.
  7. leave the house without making the bed. 
  8. guilt Daniel into being in photos for this blog... it's just not his thing.
  9. love accessorizing. I'm a fan of very minimal jewelry.
  10. plan outfits around blog posts—which is why you see an awful lot of repeats.
  11. Instagram often. Oops.
  12. look forward to winter—spring, are you here yet?
  13. plan on making it an official link-up, but a revival of Thursday 13? I'm thinking about it. If you do a T13 post of your own, link up your post in the comments!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Unbroken


I've told you about my love for mac-and-cheese, nail polish, braiding hair, and crossword puzzles. But I don't ever think I've told you how much I love to read. I'm a huge fan of murder-mysteries (Michael Connelly is my favorite), but I'll pretty much pick up anything with a cool cover and a mesmerizing description.

These days, I don't have much time to read. However, I do have a 30-minute commute to work, and I find that listening to an audio book is the best way to pass time. It keeps me entertained, and I actually look forward to driving to and from work each day. Sometimes, I'll sit in the driveway for 10-minutes before going into the house because I'm trying to finish a good chapter. It usually takes me a little over a week to finish each book.

Last week, I started the book Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, which was recommended to me by a friend at work. The only thing about the book that made me hesitant at first is that it's a nonfiction—I've never read/listened to a nonfiction before. I have to say—I am floored by how good this book is. It's a WWII story of the trying moments, triumphs and life of Louie Zamperini. The book begins by giving a chilling picture of the stranded-at-sea story ahead. It was a phenomenal start to the book. It then tells of Louie's early life, growing toward adulthood and running in the 1936 Berlin Olympics, and then joining the Army Air Corps, where in 1943, he was on a bomber plane that crashed into the Pacific Ocean, leaving him stranded in the middle of thousands of miles of open ocean...

... And that's where I come to the point where I can't tell you any more. At the moment, I'm on disc 6 of 11, and I'm completely enthralled. The part that baffles me is that it's true. Everything I'm reading—it all happened. It's heart-breaking and inspiring. I've laughed and also had moments where my mouth is agape at the horrors being described. If you're looking for a book to read, I can't say enough about this one.

Other items I have on hold at the library include: Killing Lincoln by Bill O'Reilly, The Black Box by Michael Connelly, and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn—another nonfiction and two more mystery fiction novels, respectively.

/ / What's on your reading list?

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Story Behind Aunie... and Brie!


Well, it's the beginning of a new month and I'd like to say a big "HELLO" to all my new saucy friends!
If you're new (or even if you've been here a while),
I thought you may want to know where Aunie came from.
So here's the story!

I normally don't do nicknames. 
Ana? No. Lisa? No. 
But when I was 10, I met a girl who decided to call me Aunie (ah-nee), 
and as she was (and still is) my BFF, I let it slide. 
When I met my boyfriend's parents, they refused to use my real name. 
I was "Little Miss" and other nicknames until one day I admitted that I had a friend who called me Aunie.
They were smitten (with the nickname, of course), and I was officially "Aunie."

Now... every month, I have the pleasure of letting one lovely lady
take over my blog for the day.
Today, you get to meet Brie.
I'll let her do the talking, but let me just say...
STUNNING.
Meet Brie. Say hi. Win stuff.
Deal?

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Hello to all of you saucy ladies!
I'm Brie. That's me up there posing awkwardly in downtown Phoenix.
I live in the beautiful state of Arizona.
And let's just set one thing straight...
I'm a Sun Devil (ASU), not a Wildcat (BOO! of A U of A).

I'm pretty excited to be here today because Aunie is just freakin' awesome.
I personally think if she were a flavor of sauce it would be something like Honey Hot because she's really sweet and little bit spicy. Mostly sweet.
I don't want to take up too much of your time, so I'll get right to it:

You can find me over at Sophistifunk where I blog about whatever my heart desires, but mostly things that I love.
This includes...
 
Fashion
Family & Friends
P.S. My friends and I don't usually dress in sequin dresses and pleather leggings (see top right photo)...we were in Vegas, okay?!
A fluffy pup named Zoey
I consider her my child.
She's a papillon, in case you were wondering.
Fighting Cancer
You can learn more about that here.
And last, but certainly not least...
Colton
He's just some guy I like to make funny faces with.
Kidding, he's my boyfriend. And the best one at that.

That's all I've got for you Saucinators today.
And for putting up with me for the past few minutes, I'm giving away a couple cool things for one of you very lucky ladies....
Derng Pave Sideways Cross in Silver
$10 Target Gift Card

Good luck! 
And may the odds be ever in your favor.
P.S. Now come say hi!


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