This Girl is on Fire!

Ok, not all of me.  Mainly my lady parts. So last night my girl Molly and I decided to try something new; hell on wheels RPM (spinning). Basically for 45 minutes, you pedal your ass off, praying that you don't fall off the bike. I was thankful there was music, so you couldn't hear me hyperventilating.  Sandra, our awesome instructor guided us through our first session, made us promise that we'd come to 3 classes and then warned us that we'd be sore today. In the lady part region...and she was right. My legs are a bit sore but my lady parts, are sore as shit.  If you decide to take an RPM (spin) class, make sure to get a padded seat cushion.  For real. Bring it to your first class and throw that cover on.  Your vag will thank you later. And sit on some ice when you get home. I wish I had some of those awesome ice packs they give you in the hospital after you give birth. 


                                         The after class selfie:

You can't even begin to see how red I was in this pic. 

 But damn, we look good, especially with our awesome headbands from Fleurty Bands! Jasmine has added a ton new fun designs, go check out her site! They are awesome, and seriously don't move!

I loved this class and being able to hang out with Molly. It definitely helps having a friend with you - for encouragement and to make sure you haven't passed out or fallen from your bike. :) 

What are some new classes or new fitness exercises that you've recently tried?

Alright loves, time for this girl to grab an ice pack!

XOXO,

Krista

Success or Failure it's YOUR decision!

I weighed in last night. I'm in a Biggest Loser competition at the moment and this past week was not a good week. Why? Because this girl didn't plan.  We all know the failing to plan is planning to fail. Yep...that was me last week. And that failure to plan = 4 pounds gained last week. &!*%# 

Yeah that face about sums it up. My fault so no excuses. Plain and simple this girl failed. 

No feeling sorry for myself, I need to keep moving forward. I need to remember that my diet is super important, not just because crap food = crap results but because my exercise is limited right now. And that my loves means being diligent about what I'm putting in my mouth! 

It's a new week...back to the grind! 

Xoxo,

Krista 

The Last Journey!

Hey y'all!

I'm jumping into the blog world! Because I know you are all wondering what this hot mess does on a weekly basis.



The first blog I started following me was Mama Laughlin. Through her blog I found other awesome women who were crazy serious about fitness. Skinny Meg, Nerky Meg.  All of these women are not only hilarious - but fitness to them isn't about being skinny, it's about being strong and healthy.  I was inspired by them.  Then I found Val @ Fab Chick Gets Fit. I stalked read her blog, and followed her on IG. Ever have one of those "a ha" moments.  Yep.  That's how I felt.  Funny as hell, tells it like it is, and is dedicated. Love that girl!


I need the motivation, and want to journal my progress and other fun stuff. (like my inability to stay vertical)  So here I am, ready or not!
 

Me (on the right) 1992




Time for the "how in the halibut (get ready for lots of movie references people!) did I get here" story? I wasn't always fat - that fun didn't happen until the kids came. I gained 42 pounds with my first pregnancy (I was underweight when I got pregnant with him), and through WW lost it.  Then 8 1/2 years later baby number two came, and while I had gained some weight prior to getting pregnant, it wasn't major.  I gained 30 pounds with her, lost about 20 after. Insert life, a divorce and I slowly crept up to 221! Yep.  I'm 5'4". I seriously looked like a weeble. If you don't know what that is, google that shizz, I'll wait.

 

Christmas 2011, totally wasn't pregnant here, but I look about 9 months! Minus the fact that you can't even see my eyebrows! For real, a total hot mess, amirite?

The sad part is, is while I was miserable, it was another 2 years before I finally decided I was sick and tired of being tired and fat. I want to set a good example for my daughter, I don't want to see her worry about being "fat" I want her to focus on being healthy and strong!

Welcome to my last journey, the fun I call my life, lots of laughter and blonde moments.

xoxo