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Our Night with the Vetrans

This past weekend was the weekend we were supposed to celebrate our wedding anniversary, and I guess we did in a really weird way. We went out shopping for some clothes for Zoe and then Brad took me shopping because Old Navy was having a sale. He loves hitting the Old Navy sales. Don’t ask me why. He just does. I don’t argue because I always make out like a bandit. And really? Why on earth would you argue when your husband says, “Hey Babe, let’s go get you some new clothes this weekend?” I mean. You would practically have to be insane. I digress. This particular trip I was looking for a pair of skinny jeans to wear with my new boots that I got in Savannah. {Just picture me trying to shove my capris into the top of the boots and you’ll know why I needed skinny jeans} Besides, it’s our wedding anniversary weekend and for our date we were going to a retirement party at the VFW…and who doesn’t want to look sexy for that? 😉

Walking into the VFW was like stepping into a time warp. Have you ever been in one? I’m going to guess that the majority of their budget doesn’t go to decorations. We mixed and mingled, enjoyed the food and the free drinks and had a great time catching up with friends and then the unexpected happened, on a trip to the bar we saw a lady setting up the karaoke station. Brad might have peed his pants with excitement. He immediately began propositioning me to sing with him. I said “Uh….no. Did you forget how bad Spice Girls was????” We didn’t have to worry about anything though, because the 70 yr old lady who was setting up the karaoke was also opening up the night…and she was dancing to! At one point I looked over and she was turned with her back to the room, hands stretched out over her head, and shaking her hips seductively. I about died. Ya’ll…believe me when I say that there was nothing that should be, could be, or could even be mistaken as seductive about this lady. But, she had no shame…and I kinda liked that about her.

Brad jumped up and asked to sing some Johnny Cash. The place exploded with applause at the opening line. Again, I about died. I mean…just picture a room full of people in their 60’s and up, a handful of people our age, and 2 bartenders. It was like he was singing ‘NSYNC to these people…they went that nuts. Then he started dancing. Lord have mercy! They went crazy. I mean, clothes are about to come off crazy. One lady came up and danced with him. I could’ve peed my pants I was laughing so hard. Then the karaoke lady made him stay up there and sing 2 more songs. When she took the mic over she actually serenaded him while he was dancing with me, and at one point in the song slid across the dance floor on her knees to him. I promise you, I’m not kidding you. She loved him.

Brad got me up there with him to sing “Summer Lovin'”, although he wanted to sing “Picture”. I fought him tooth and nail on that one. I am not Sheryl Crow…I don’t sing low…I can not do that song. We shoo-bee-do-be-dooed to Summer Lovin’ and were about to take our seats to a crowd who was applauding us, when karaoke lady said, “HEY! You guys were so good…can you sing “Picture”?” Lord help me. The song started and I literally froze. As in, held the mic in my hands and said, “I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t know how to sing this. How am I supposed to sing this. See Brad. I can’t do this. Kristina? Kristina please come save me. Brad! This is a bad idea” all the while singing in like 5 different keys by the time it was all done. At one point I just doubled over laughing. At the beginning of the song there was like 30-40 people in the room, by the end there was 10. I cleared out the room at the FREAKIN’ VFW!!! I mean, I didn’t even know that was POSSIBLE!

The night continued and Karaoke Lady pulled Brad up time and time again to sing. He sang his signature karaoke song {it’s highly inappropriate} and the crowd went nuts. Then Karaoke Lady decided that she had to match the young people. Keep in mind that Karaoke Lady is in her 70’s. She sang an even more highly inappropriate song…is that even correct grammar? I have no idea. All I know is that I had to leave the room, it was that awkward and incredibly inappropriate….and it was coming from a 70 year old lady.

We ended up leaving by about 10, and before we left Karaoke Lady told Brad that he could come back any time…he didn’t even have to be a member! I’m pretty sure she had a crush on my husband.

The truth? Brad told me like 15 times throughout the night how much he loved the VFW and how much he wished that he could go there. That lady made his night when she told him he could come back for free.

What did you do this weekend?

Happy Monday Ya’ll!


Keeping the main thing, the main thing

I’m exactly two months in to Operation Skinny Jeans, and I must say, it’s going pretty awesome. I weighed myself today after a hellish BODYPUMP class and I’m down 16lbs. You know what that means…right? I’m only 4lbs away from 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me?! I’m totally stoked. People are starting to notice. I’m starting to enjoy getting dressed again. My jeans aren’t cutting into my side anymore. I have energy, go figure. I looked in the mirror today to check my form while I was doing biceps. You know what I noticed? That my stomach curved in rather than out! I almost hooped and hollered right there in the middle of class….except, I’m pretty sure I had no energy to spare! I have biceps now, and triceps too! Soon? I’ll have collarbones again. If you ask me, collarbones are one of the sexiest features on a woman’s body. I’m just sayin’. Anyways, none of those reasons are why I’m doing this. They’re great by-products, but they’re not the reason.

I was reminded today, out of the blue, why I’m at the gym 5-10hrs a week, why I’m pushing my body til I can’t walk in a straight line, or think straight for that matter. I was reminded why I’m trying to teach myself that I like sweat. To be honest, I have no idea what brought this to my mind…other than the constant need to distract myself in this class because otherwise I would probably cry from the sheer physical torture. Anyways, in the middle of upping my weights on the tricep track, one word came to mind. Balance. The clarity in which it came was stunning.

This isn’t about fitting into a size 2, it’s to be healthy so that I can model health to my daughter. This isn’t about stressing out over every piece of food that I put into my mouth, counting calories like an accountant. No, this is about getting to a healthy {for my body} weight, that I can maintain, eat what I want in moderation and working out at a healthy rate to balance what I eat so that I can model balance in diet and exercise for my daughter. This isn’t about learning to love my body only after I’m down to my goal weight. No, this is about learning to love my body now for what it is, for what it does for me, and for what it’s done for me {like, oh…I don’t know, develop and sustain the life of another human being, give birth, and then provide the sole nutrition for a baby…you know, no big deal}. This is about loving the eyes God gave me, the laugh God gave me, the smile that stole my husband’s heart so that when my daughter is 13 and struggling with body image, I can speak from a place of life…and not death.

But, on a deeper level, it’s for even more than that. It’s for me to. Me, and me alone. Things were out of balance in my life, and they need to be balanced. It’s as easy as that. I was on the edge of a cliff, so to speak, and I had a decision to make. Was I going to lose control of myself completely? Or, was I going to honor the body that God gave me, and be an active part of my life? I don’t want to miss out on life right before me because I’m self-conscious of my body. I don’t want to shy away from my husband’s touch because I don’t see how he could find my body attractive. I don’t want any of those negative things in my life. This isn’t to say that they were totally there before, but I was on the verge.

And so? I’m 16lbs in, feeling good, loving the pattern that I’m in, loving the change that I’m seeing and feeling, and…I’m about to go eat a some ice cream {one scoop, not two and a half} because I want it, and because I worked dang hard this morning…and I’m going to again tomorrow morning. And, because that’s what balance looks like…to me.