8 WK Challenge: Week 4 Results

So I called Do-over on week 4. a couple times...

And even this time I didn't keep track of my points... BUT I have lost 2 lbs since last time :)
   Why the crap is the abbreviation for pounds lbs? weird.

So I am actually gonna keep track this week :)

Be Mine

Dear Future Possible Valentine,

    If you are out there, somewhere, and maybe trying to figure out how to win my heart...here are some pointers:

-Sincerely get to know me.

-Buy me Valentine Sours.

      If you do these 2 simple things for me I'm pretty sure I will probably let you be mine.

Or I might just grab the candy and run.

      But hey, you will never know unless you try.

Sincerely,


               Chrissi

~REAL~

          I'm a real girl.   I don't like peanuts but love Snickers.   I love the ocean but I'm scared of  deep water.    I am complications and contradictions.    I am bad Sanpete grammar from my mouth but never on a page.   I am waiting for the one who will catch my every word. I don't sleep around or step on hearts.   I can spend an entire day happily alone.    I get emotionally attached to songs within seconds of hearing them.    I cry when I'm sad, happy, feeling the spirit, compassionate, scared, depressed or when someone in a book or movie is sad, happy, feeling the spirit, compassionate, scared, depressed. . . .  I am my mom's blue eyes and my dad's hair.  I have never been kissed.   I am a serial crusher :)  I fall in love with something in seconds...the time it takes to say awwww.  I am silently stubborn except for when my voice bubbles over.  I am 'the explosive sponge':        

I soak up emotions, set them aside to simmer until they overflow and burn me, causing the sponge to explode. . .   I am a dreamer.   I am an imagination that never sleeps.   I have stories bouncing around in my head, everything from fairytales to tear-jerkers, waiting to find a pathway to a pen.    I am a voice in the shower.    I have CDs of Bon Jovi, Tim McGraw, Rhianna, Nick Lachey, Taylor Swift, Journey, Disturbed, New Medicine and everything in-between.    I over-react easily.    I swear too often.    I cry when I watch my  favorite Disney movies.     

 I am randomness.    I love my dog.    I believe love is like magic, it can do anything.    I want to do something amazing.    I read my favorite books over and over.    Chick flicks have messed up my head.     I am a chicken.    I am shy.    I believe there is good in everyone, but some bury it deep.    I believe in dreaming big and not letting anyone look down on even your craziest dreams.    I believe people should be loved for who they are, not who you think you can change them into.    I believe family makes the best friends.    I am waiting for that one who will take me as I am, make me want to do better but not expect me to be anything other than myself.    I am artistic but not amazingly talented.    I love to look at things and imagine how they can fit into a house, scheme, world.    I love horses.    I have dreams too big to ever reach, but I still dream them.   I love to laugh, loud and obnoxious or silent and breathless.   I love cheesy movies, even the ones so bad that you can taste it.    I love my family.    I am a small town girl.    

  I am special.   I am extremes.    I am anything but typical.    I have nothing figured out.    I am unstoppable by anything but myself.   I'm a mess.      I'm not sure who I am.     I am beautiful.     I am crazy.    I am a cheesy smile.    I am a million emotions at any given moment.     I am freckles all over.    I am bushy eyebrows that need taming.     I am growing my hair out so I can donate it.    I want to paint my room 'seafoam green.'      I am behind on homework.   I am procrastinating.    I am good at it.    I am scared.    I am excited.    I am single but never on my own.    I am not so lost.    I am enjoying a veg-out day.    I am wondering what my life will bring me.   I am trying to figure out a guy.   I am here for you.   I am waiting.   I am country.   I am LDS.   I am a woman.   I am a little girl lost on the path to growing up.   I am flip-flops in the snow.    I am bare feet in the sand.   I'm high-heeled cowboy boots on Sunday.    I'm a late night spent laughing after an even later night spent crying.   I'm turquoise nail polish.    I am mascara with nothing
else.   I am cracked, bleeding hands in winter.   I am singing along each night bricking the grill with blasting music.   I am Bon Jovi making a sad day all better.   I am Avril Lavigne singing about anything and everything I'm feeling.    I am irritation and snaps followed by apologies and smiles.    I am not impressive.   I am a lover with a fighting side.    I am selfish.    I am the peacemaker.   I am a bulletproof dress.   I am pictures in an album.   I am numbers.   I am grades and test scores.    I am Holly Golightly and Penelope.   I'm the chick from 27 Dresses.   I am Eponine.   I am lazy.   I am a Pinterest addict.   I'm not that girl.   I'm somewhere between an angel and a devil.    I'm never just black and white.   Sometimes I'm curlers and make-up and high heels.   Sometimes I'm pajamas and converse and a ponytail.   I'm a romantic.   I'm a pessimist with a half-full glass.   I'm worried that an invitation is just a charity act.    I am in love with someone who doesn't exist and it's definitively not Edward.    I am sleeping late and rushing to work or school.   I am a mystery to me.   I am aggravating and obnoxious.    I am kind and sweet.   I am working my story muscle :)   I am a creative.    I am listening to Hilary Duff right now.   I am hard to understand.   I am a millions little things.   I am haunted by self-doubt.   I am critical.   I am understanding.   I make no sense.   I am powerful.    I am a daughter of God.   I am a princess.                

I am not perfect.   

                                                                                  I am real.









Are you?  http://carminajoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-guys-had-to-say.html?spref=fb

So.....Alaska....

Umm... I just got offered a job. In Alaska. For May 20th through mid September.

And I'm kinda freaking out.

Because basically I can't pass this up.
                                    But I'm terrified.

I have never been out on my own and this is kinda a big leap. Like huge.

So...I have to jump.
         
                              Right?....................................

I'm Not Your Angel

"After Silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is Music."

So...me and Kate Voegele are tight. Yep. I mean, I like know all of her songs and they are all pretty much me. Ya know what I mean?

So, for all you out there who had never heard of her...now you have. Now you know Kate Voegele. And you know me a bit better :)

               

8 WK Challenge: Week 3 Results

oh boy.    This is embarrassing.                  


getting it over with:

     258 points & no lbs lost


:(