Anya's fun day at the park

Anya and I went to the park on Sunday.

I haven't been getting many pictures of her lately, so I was sure to take my camera.

Here she is, in all her glory!!!

Control

3.9.09

I feel in control of my life today.

On Friday night, Kevin and I sat down (around midnight, mind you) and made a budget. We accounted for all of our earnings, all of our spendings, and distributed it precisely on paper.

We sold our exercise machine and our fish tank on Sunday. $225.00 in to our emergency fund.

We have been tracking every single thing we spend and allocating it to the appropriate line item.

I feel like we're really getting a handle on things. We're going to pay off our debt the right and HONEST way. We aren't going to file bankruptcy (we were thinking about it). We can't. We won't. We got ourselves in to this mess and damnit, we're getting ourselves out.

Things are changing. I can feel it. And it's good.

Oh the boringness

3.6.09


No kid tonight.

Grandma has her. And the dog. YESSSS!!!

So guess what we're doing?

Drinking alcohol and swinging naked from the ceiling fan? NOOOOOO.

We're cleaning the house for a visit from family tomorrow.

Whatever. Family can deal with a shit-stye house, right?

When did we get so old?


We used to do this:



















And this.....

And don't forget this.....

Wait.....what? I don't remember that....

Someone must have spiked my tequila.....

But I AM Kristen!!

Ever notice that once you become a parent you speak in the 3rd person?

"Mama will get you some juice"

"Mama's turning Elmo on"

"Mama needs to change your diaper!"

OMG I said I would never do it and I always do and it drives me CRAZY!!

I think this was supposed to be sweet....

I ripped back the shower curtain to run Anya's bath and this is what I found.

I'm positive it was meant to be sweet, but it looks like he wrote it in his own blood instead of Anya's bath markers. Ha.

Frustrated!

3.4.09

Seriously.

What's the deal?

I don't know why I can't keep on track with anything in my life.

Saving money?

Fail.

Losing weight?

Fail.

Keeping my shit together at work?

Success.

Maybe that's it. I can only handle one thing at a time. I guess it's a good thing I can handle my job. I know Robert would have no issues firing my ass if I kept screwing up.

Now I just have to figure out a way to keep it all together. I had my lunch all packed yesterday for work and then a co-worker offered mexican food and of course, being the fat kid that I am, I said yes. Chicken burrito with all the fixings. I was at least a good girl and had baked chicken w/salad and brown rice for dinner, so I guess it wasn't an epic fail....

just a small one.

That's life though, right? One step forward, two steps back. I just wish it was easier.

Healthy lifestyle day 1

3.2.09

Fail

Will try again tomorrow

Kids these days....no respect

The sweetest thing

Our whole family has been sick for weeks. I mean SICK. We've been trading off sleeping on the floor in Anya's room because she's been coughing non stop and waking up multiple times. This is what I found when I checked on Anya and Kevin the other night.

If this doesn't make you smile, you have issues.

*Sigh*

3.2.09

Here I am again.

Blogging.

About my weight.

I guess it's kind of therapeutical for me.

I realized I was fat when I was about 21. Moved out of the house with my boyfriend, started eating shit because it was there and nobody told me to stop.

I wish I could find the picture that sent me over the edge. I'll scan it when I do. I was sitting at a booth in Chuck E Cheeses (the worst damn place on the planet.....hate) with Kevin and his nephew. I was wearing a green tank top and my arms were HUGE. I looked horrible.

Anyway, joined Weight Watchers and quickly lost 21 pounds. Yay me.

Gained that shit back.

Got married, got pregnant, gave birth, and here I am. 225 pounds. Seriously. I was 213 when I started this 5 years ago and now I am 225. 225. I can't believe I'm typing that horribly large and disgusting number.

I've lost count of how many times I've attempted losing weight. Each time a horrible failure. Maybe keeping myself accountable will help.

Weight and see.....

Just for good measure, here's my engagement pic in 2005. I was around 185 and I thought I was HUGE.

Damn I looked good.