Every once in a while I say, "I'm all in."

And I mean it.  If I say that to you, stand back.  I'm all in.  I don't say it often because, as my 4th grade teacher Mr. Whats-His-Face said, "Christy is a good student, but she is most commonly laissez faire about everything around her."  No shit, Jack.  Still am.  Hope he went into psychotherapy.

Anyway, I went "all out" pretty emphatically on one big thing in my life which NO, I don't want to talk about. This resulted in me going on a few dates last week which we've talked about.  The uncategorized Bachelor kind of blew it today by being slightly sexual via IM too early and saying, "Thanks hon. It's always fun," after a big conversation.  Fail.  

So I've been admittedly pretty laissez faire about dating.  Fine.  I can deal with that.  I have been "all in" about working out recently.  Kind of nuts about it actually.  The first day was yoga for beginners, pretty easy but really intensive in terms of mind/body.  I found I was thinking about the experience I had had well into the day and evening and I liked the way my body felt.  The following day I decided to step it up and did a more intense power yoga session.  Again, I liked the feelings I was having for the rest of the day.  I've been doing this for almost two weeks now.  I would have to say I'm "All In."  Capital letters even.  Unfortunately for my wardrobe, this is causing more weight loss.  I've been dropping clothing sizes almost by the month and I admit, I've worried.  I think it's healthy - my hair and eyes are still shining.  In comes the Laissez Faire Christy.  Whatev, it'll work itself out.

Now I'm sitting here nursing my sore body and wishing All In didn't mean Spastic Over-Attention.  

Stay tuned for "Christy Met a New Guy and Is Now Abandoning All Workout Plans and Healthy Living."