This post is worthless.

Why? Because it has no pictures. I am in decorating turmoil and have somewhere somehow misplaced the camera. Not working out is killing my budget. I'm so over the top with anything I do, moderation is for wussies I say. If its good then overdosing will be just.about.right. when I'm enthralled with my compulsive nature to get Pippa Middletons rear or Kate Middleton's, well...anything; then I can barely focus on getting much more done in a day than my three workouts. But this Christina has been bored, so I tear crap up.
I have repainted the "office" and I am currently in the "oh my gosh how is this ever going to get organized" stage. but I am doing some pretty rad work with some faux baseboards that I can't wait to show off and some crown molding. Sweet! I also wanted to turn my daughters now un-used closet into a book nook, that is until I realized that well, shes 4 and can't read (minor details in my opinion), so for now I have turned it into a pretty cute extension of her room.
But here's the good part....next week is going to be my attempt at making my way back to the gym...back to yoga and I will start walking on the treadmill, maybe even adding a few weights along the way. I wrote it on the calendar so now it HAS to happen. That's how it works, if something makes it to my calendar its for real. I need to add in addendum to that...I will count my freaking points. Repeat after me...count your freaking points. I am no longer an "official" WW, but I know the plan and intend on re-focusing my lifestyle and focusing on what I eat and how it makes me feel. Geesh. I need to quit slacking, I am almost to August and if I'm ever going to have hopes of even walking my half marathon I better get my buns in gear, I'm so nervous about what my return to running has in store. Waah, waah wahh. Whining gets you no where.

“While others may argue about whether the world ends with a bang or a whimper, I just want to make sure mine doesn't end with a whine”~Barbara Gordon

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I feel like I’ve been hit by a MAC truck. It wasn’t from hours of burning it up at the gym or logging miles on the treadz. I wish. It was from my weekend, it kicked my butt. I have NO moderation, I do everything in waves. No…tsunamis. I work up the other morning and decided that I hated this wall:


Seven years I’ve been looking at this DIY disaster and I’m sooooo over it. Seriously, when you watch HGTV and you see a project that you think “Oh, I can so totally do that and it would look AWH-Some.” The next question you should ask yourself is how long is it going o take to get rid of it. Holy hell. 13, yes THIRTEEN hours later I had this crap off the walls.

In that same magnificent brainstorm I decided we have not been using our house efficiently. We have a spare bed room and I decided that it should be converted into a family closet. This is the best thing I have EVER done to my house. Its right next to the laundry room, awesome- now clothes can pile up for days in laundry baskets and be easily hidden with a closed door. Kidding, maybe. By doing this I created a windstorm of closet cleaning out and conversion, I think my husband thought about killing me under piles of clothes several times this weekend. But thank God he didn’t, I wouldn’t want any future new wife to enjoy my fabulous closet.

I enjoyed a shrimp boil this weekend. Actually we have done this about three times in the past two weeks. I bet my cholesterol is through the roof, but man was it good!



Do you see you see those fabulous blue babies in that fruit salad? Picked them myself! On Wednesday, little bit and I went and picked fresh organic blueberries. I probably lost 2 lbs in water weight, but hey it was worth it. Living on the face of the sun sucks. What sucked is that I was able to get about 2.5lbs before my child melted and by that evening I had about um, 0.5lb left. Looks like I’ll be heading back soon.


I sort of worked out this week; I did a wii, floor, ab workout 2x this week. It included 30 minutes of hula hooping while holding 10lb weights, 200 crunches and 4 sets of different plank holding poses. It hurt so bad and felt so good.
I’m totally holding to the fact that even though I didn’t track points or workout this weekend, that I totally burned 2000 calories by sweat and exertion alone, that’s my story.


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My coping skills suck.

I need to work on those I suck at dealing with things. So I got hurt. I havent been to the gym in 5 weeks. WEEKS!!!!!

Obviously I took it out on my blog when I got hurt. I was in step class 5 weeks ago and fell off of the step and hurt myself badly. Like sprained ligament, MRI, ankle brace type of bad. THEN to make things worse, I re injured myself one week later. I have not been able to run, and the way that I dealt with this is by avoiding my workouts, my eating and generally falling out of sync. I have paid dearly. I have not felt like myself. Although I have lost weight. Its not even about that though; in getting hurt I feel like I had lost my identity. I was becoming who I wanted to be, I was a fixture in the gym, I longed to workout and due to one injury I let it get the best of me and I dropped out. So in the famous words of this family I need to suck it the hell up and get back to work. And that is just what I'll do. Take that broke stupid ankle.

Here's the next thing. I haven't been honest in my bloggity blog. I haven't been writing to make myself happy, I was journaling the most boring aspects of my life and keeping it uncharatersitic to me. So from here on the deets will be 100% Christina-ized. the words will surely be made up concauctions, get ready because I will write as I talk and I'm sure I'll have all sorts of grammar erroz and what nots. I may even cuss, if we are lucky. *ACK* This is my journey and I want it to be reflective as to who I am. I will continue to post food updates, but mostly of new foods/recipes that I fall in love with.

WHEW! I feel better. I read my blog a few times while on hiatus and I was bored.to.tears.

To put things into perspective a dear friend told me that when you play hard you hurt hard and asked me how many times I hurt myself just sitting on the couch.What a great way to think about things! Life is meant to feel, even if that means that you have to sit in the sideline due to injury every once in a while.

Today in an attempt to slow the growth of my butt to the couch, I did the Wii Fit. I strapped on my trusty HR monitor and hula'd like a champ. I was trying out my ankle, with a low impact cardio activity. I really, really want to hit the weights, I know Im only a couple of reps away from showing the boys how its really done, like this um, chick?


oh yeah.



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