Posted by: Christin H. | April 22, 2010

Accountability Buddy

My will to work out has been painfully low over the last couple of weeks which brings my workouts since we first bought Insanity to a grand total of 3. That’s not good.
Now that I have a schedule of 5am to 3pm Sat thru Tues, I figure it would be wise to reevaluate the way I try to work out. I will do my best to continue the workouts in the mornings on the days that I don’t work in the office. And on days that I do, I will do my best to do an extra workout if Hubs is out of the house or do something equally fun outside, i.e. bike ride or long walk, etc.
Which brings me to today. If I’m going to continue to do this, I will need a way to hold myself accountable. Enter the Internets! I’ll post my workouts here daily along with vitals and feelings. And if I go more than 4 days without posting, you can verbally berate me in the comments.

Fitness Test – Redo of Day One
Switch Kicks – 66
High Kicks – 50
Power Knees – 70
Power Jumps – 30
(necessary break for water)
Globe Jumps – 6 (feeling a little pathetic)
Suicide Jumps – 9
Push Up Jacks – 12
Low Plank Obliques – 20 per side

Feelings: Like a small dog is laying my chest. Because Monty jumped on me the second I colapsed on the ground out of breath and sweaty. I’m gonna be so hott. *gasp*

Posted by: Christin H. | April 2, 2010

Hubs and I have Decided

Yesterday while at breakfast, I naively brought up the question of children. “When do you think you might be ready to start a family?” “Well, I always thought I wanted kids before I turned 30,” says my 29 year old husband of two years.
This conversation led to a conclusion that we had come to previously; I am going to try and get into grad school for the 2011 Fall season. If I make it in, we are going to postpone having kids until, at the latest, I graduate with either a Masters (2.5 years) or Doctorate (5 years). If I don’t, we would start trying for a family as soon as he gets a full time job with decent pay.
I have wanted to be a mother since I was a child and saw my own Mom with my baby brother. I love kids. Yes, they can be loud and annoying and dirty. And loud. But they are also sweet and precocious and kind and beautiful. I hope that they will also help me be a little less self-centered. (Dont pretend to be surprised; I know I have a big head.) I think I will be a great mother and Hubs will be a great father. We have seen what happens when people ignore or mistreat their children; we want to do a better job and want to raise a better quality of offspring.
As much as I DO want kids, this makes it so damn REAL. Up until yesterday, children was something off in the future, something to plan for and think about and postpone. Today, it’s Going. To. Happen. It’s exciting and scary all at the same time.

Posted by: Christin H. | April 1, 2010


I dislike it when people just throw around the phrase “I love you”. While one may be great friend, can I really reciprocate feelings like that which I normally reserve for family and my girls.

Posted by: Christin H. | March 17, 2010

St. Patty’s Day

To anyone considering marriage, please take this point of advice. Make sure to take time for yourself. And that includes hanging out with totally separate groups of friends. Last night I went out with some guys from work without Hubs and had a great time. Tonight we started by going out to the bars with some of his girl friends from class. I didn’t hate it, but, the aren’t MY friends, so I find interacting with them to be so tedious.
Long story short, I like, nay, LOVE having time to myself, with my friends to just kick back and relax and need to do it more often. I feel better about things in my life when I get to comiserate with people who get me.

Posted by: Christin H. | February 25, 2010

This is it. How do I do this?

Thank you. You are reading my mind. How can I go about being and educator of all things sex? Maybe therapy is dealing with the problem too late. Maybe Mom was right and I SHOULD get an Ed degree. To bring people up with all the knowledge for tune to make the informed decision BEFORE the go out into the world sexually active and confused.
*sigh* Now I’M more confused than before.

Posted by: Christin H. | February 21, 2010

How I Learned to Make Compromises

Last night, since Hubs was in nearby Madison visting a friend, I took the opportunity to start our new workout program in the privacy of our own living room, away from his prying, judgemental eyes.
He is the typical jock. He played football, basketball and golf in high school. He joined the Marines before college and, at his thinnest, was a scant 155 lbs. That’s nuts for a guy who is 6’5″. He’s such an active person normally. Now that life and marriage hit, he’s up over 230 and hates it. I don’t blame him, but I still love him no matter how big he gets. He doesn’t believe that. 🙂
I, on the other hand, have plateaued at a terriflying 140 lbs. While it may not seem so bad to the outside observer, I am only 5’3″ on a good day. 140 lbs makes me feel like a whale. 10 of that is boob weight and the average skeleton for someone my size weighs about 20 lbs. Let me tell you right now, I know there are limits to my weight loss. I feel like I’m getting a little chunky. I fit well into a size 8 jean. I don’t want to jiggle so much when I fall on the couch to play some video games. I’m not looking to get ripped out of my mind; I want to be more fit and whittle my middle.
That is why Hubs and I can’t work out together. He is all about the strength training and muscle. I would prefer to do lots of stretching and cardio. If we were to try and work out together, I would try to hold him back to not over exert himself. He would try to push me beyond my limits and I would try to do it to show him up and end up hurting myself preventing any chance of me ever trying that particular workout ever again. It’s happened before, trust me. Then we just get angry and swear that well just try to eat better. That lasts all of 2 days when he refuses to eat the salad I bought him and I can’t stay away from the package of Oreos.
So we ended up buying Shaun T’s Insanity off of eBay. Side note: I fucking love eBay. There is no way I am paying full price for something I want if I don’t have to. This is similar to P90X I’m told, except it is a two month long, daily workout program instead of a 3 month, every-other-day workout. Namely, you’re gonna get ripped quick. Or that’s what they promise. Last night I started the fitness test disk, where you kinda get a base line to start from. 3 minutes in I was wheezing like a fat girl chasing a cupcake.
I decided at that moment that I don’t know if this is something I can commit to doing every day. Not only do I work 7a-5p four days a week, I have to come home and take care of dinner and other household wifery duties. By the time my day is done, I’m plumb tuckered out. I would prefer not to wake up at 4am to work out, shower and make it to work on time four days a week; I value my sleep too much for that. I have decided that I will follow the program and do it in order as instructed, but knock it down to 3 days a week (my days off) and add any day that Hubs has night classes or a long meeting. I cannot do it less than 3 days a week but can add more workouts as I feel stronger and more able. I think this will be a good catalyst for me to get started. But, it’s all up to me. Let’s see how good I am at motivating myself.

Posted by: Christin H. | February 14, 2010

I like Valentines Day

I am really tired of everyone saying, “I hate Valentines Day this” and “this is such a Hallmark holiday that.”
You know what? It IS! And you know why they keep having it every year? Not to celebrate the patron saint of martyrs in Africa. Because it makes money.
Rant over Moving on.

Posted by: Christin H. | February 11, 2010


Husband just said “Meh” to me with a smile on his face. He must be feeling better. 🙂

Posted by: Christin H. | February 8, 2010

Hubby is Sick

I got an email from Hubby while at work yesterday saying, “I think I’m coming down with something. Can you pick me up cold medication?” Ten minutes later, “I could also use some cough drops.” Five minutes after that, “You may also want to grab some nose spray. I’m really congested.”
By now I’m thinking, CRAP. He’s gonna get super sick and infect my house and not go to class and fail out of college and and and… You know, because I worry.
Well I got home, after picking up a pharmacy’s worth of various medications, to Hubby smiling and laughing and watching the pre-game. Huh, maybe he’s just overexaggerating. Cool. No big deal. Well, it must have been sime if the ild meds that we had, because he got progressively worse throughout the duration of the Super Bowl and by the time 845pm came around I had to pry him off of the couch because he was sleeping and snoring. He went to bed right away, but “couldn’t sleep” because he “couldn’t breath”. Whatever, Pansy. And he woke me up to tell me this. I, gently, suggested that he go take a nice hot shower, burn that crap out of his head and come back to bed.
When I woke up this morning he was sleeping on the couch shivering. Now I feel extra bad and am babying him even more because I don’t want him to get worse. Being a mother to a 28 year old is just so damn hard.

Posted by: Christin H. | February 2, 2010

Big Sigh

Hubby just informed me that there is a reunion for his unit in Myrtle Beach in June. I need to shift my weight loss plan into overdrive if I am going to compete with all those blonde bombshells that the Marines are so famous for bedding.
Crap on a cracker.

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