Write a little introduction about yourself. My name is Christina. I'm married to Kim-Andre and have one black cat named Stoner. Both are mentioned a lot in this blog. I used to have three cats but had to adopt them out due to moving to Norway. I am not very happy about it. What is … Continue reading About This Blog and My Journey
Story of my Struggle I have been working out for 6 years with no results. I did fad diets and joined an expensive-all-the-works gym. I was misdiagnosed as a type 1 diabetic and got re-diagnosed as type 2 while in Norway. After going to Norway I noticed I the scale moved. I had actually begun … Continue reading Losing Weight 2
I am an British-Irish-Italian-Sicilian American (mostly Italian-Sicilian).... moving to Norway. Coming back to the States makes me realize I miss my own culture. I miss being around people that understand me and make me feel at home. I am not saying that my family didn't try to make me feel at home, but I still felt … Continue reading What I Miss
I have felt the pressure to be vegetarian or vegan in high school. Many of my closest friends decided to be one and I could understand their reasoning- the harming of animals. I totally get it. It was when I started to have stomach problems that I decided to be a non-red meat vegetarian and … Continue reading Be You With Your Food: Medical Needs vs Vegan
I am angry. I am angry that I was tossed aside in America to have contrainindications. Loosing limbs, kidney failure, blood transfusions. . . . all were to be my future. The more I learn from the Norwegian healthcare system the more upset I feel. I believe healthcare is a right. Why should the rich … Continue reading American Healthcare is Stupid.
Seems that now that I am following my dreams people got something to say about it. Others have tried to guilt me, claim I'm ignorant or stupid about the world. They claim I don't know what I am doing. Some even got angry. This girl is not gonna let fears or anything stop her. I … Continue reading Look here, Haters…
I wish you could smell this. The garlic, the sweet tomatoes, the meatballs, the sauted onion in olive oil. . . . .it's the smell of my childhood in the air. Everything my grandparents had was copper. I remember the giant spaghetti pot being copper and filled with water for pasta. Another giant pot with … Continue reading Thoughts to Let Simmer