June 2nd, 2010 | Posted in Giveaways | 7 Comments »
This little key chomper monster is looking for a new home, a set of keys to call his own! He’s knit with 100% Peruvian wool, stuffed with polyester fiberfill, and teeth and an eye made of felt. In other words, he’s soft and plushy and WON’T eat the inside of your purse.
(NOTE: though he looks more red(ish) in the photos, he’s really more of a hot pink color.)
If you’d like to have this little guy, just read through the (very) few rules below and enter.
Rules:
To enter, all you have to do is the following:
- Tweet this: “@misskrisnu is giving away a cute hand knit monster keychain! Visit her blog and enter! http://misskris.nu”
- Then, comment on this post. Nothing fancy, just a simple “I entered!” or “count me in” will do fine.
That’s all there is to it! This contest will be active until 12AM CST on Sunday June 6, 2010. The winner will be picked randomly and announced here no later than Sunday evening. I will then get in touch with the winner to find out where to send their new friend!
And…GO!
May 18th, 2010 | Posted in Weight Loss | 2 Comments »
Last week I made the decision to start exercising consistently, and I’m happy to say that I’ve stuck with it thus far.
Even though it isn’t easy and I’ve been tempted to just give it up already. Yes, I know it’s only been a week. I also know that I sound hopelessly pathetic right now. Everything was going great, though. I stepped on the scale yesterday morning hoping to see a little concrete evidence of my hard work (and I do mean hard – The Biggest Loser trainers don’t play around).
I didn’t lose a single ounce. I stepped on it a second time, just to be sure. The number was the same. It was at that moment that a twinge of disappointed washed over, but I recited to myself what I’ve read, heard, and learned to be true already: that progress takes a little while, that it’s not the number on the scale that counts, that by keeping on things will get better. For the moment, I pushed away those feelings and did my workout anyway.
The whole time, however, that nagging feeling was there. The little voice asking me why am I even bothering. When I was finished, I took a shower and got ready for the rest of my day. It was about an hour later while I was brushing my teeth that it happened. The tears started falling. And I hated myself for it. There I was crying over nothing and I couldn’t help it. Like not losing at least a pound after a week was the end of the world. But, the tears kept coming anyway. And with them came feelings of hopelessness and anger that only made things worse. I kept reminding myself that there are people in this world with real problems and crying over this was the dumbest thing ever.
My husband noticed and tried to comfort me. He was there, talking to me, being supportive and optimistic. I knew that these feelings weren’t helping me, and that I obviously needed to work harder and put forth more of an effort this week. Which is what I resolved to do by yesterday afternoon. I even bought another biggest loser DVD while out and about.
I woke up this morning depressed. My husband and I ended up in an argument last night before bed, and though I tried to sleep it off hoping for things to be better this morning, I still woke up in a bad mood. Of course, I lay in bed for a while arguing with myself about why I should still exercise, and then why I shouldn’t, or didn’t feel like it. I knew life was going to get in the way at some point.
I didn’t exercise today. We’ve made up since this morning, but lingering bad feelings are still present and I can’t shake them. I know skipping one day won’t undo what I’ve done so far (which according to the scale is absolutely nothing), but I feel guilty. Like I’m only cheating myself, but on the other hand I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I still can’t. Things just aren’t right right now. I’d rather curl up in the dark and be alone.
I know tomorrow is another day. I’m trying to keep a positive outlook. Whatever is going on with me today, I’m determined to get over before tomorrow and I’m going to keep going. I’m going to reach my goals.
I think finding the strength and determination to keep going when things seem dark and hopeless is the hardest thing about committing to weight loss.
