My life is hyper-organized. I have a planner that's in my purse AT ALL TIMES, two calendars at work which serve different purposes, a weekly menu for suppers that is completely planned out in advance, and my days are routine to the hilt.
In light of this hyper-organization, I've found that my blog is much needed, unorganized outlet. Any random thoughts, feelings or miscellaneous bits of my life I'd like to share? To the blog!
Hence, my new title. It will, hopefully, serve as a reminder to cool my jets and be laid back once in a while (if not for my own benefit, then for the sake of my poor husband, who puts up with my extreme type-A personality).
So my boss was gone yesterday, is gone today and will be gone tomorrow. This means I was able to 1) plan the menu for my parents' visit 2) plan the itinerary for my parents' visit and 3) make up a detailed budget spreadsheet for our Flexible Spending. (WOW. This whole "trying to be unorganized" thing is NOT going well so far.)
We're in the 11 days leading up to the Big Wedding. I'm busy running last-minute errands, including but not limited to: getting Dan's suit pressed, buying clear deodorant for myself, storing a MASSIVE wedding dress and readying myself for my parents' visit. July 2nd will be a PAR-TAY, but boy will life be relaxing when the day is over.
Since things are going to swimingly for me on this front, I'm no longer embarrassed to mention it. Five and a half weeks ago I began a quest. A quest that, at one time, I always thought was for middle-aged, obese women who had to make their own clothes. This quest, my friends, is called Weight Watchers.
At my last "lady doctor" (as Dan calls it) appointment, I was slapped in the face with the reality that I've gained TWENTY, (yes count them, TWENTY, using ALL your fingers and toes) pounds since getting married in 2007. UN. ACCEPTABLE. Obviously my strategy of taking a stab at good nutrition and heavy exercise weren't working. Something needed to be done.
I joined Weight Watchers and immediately fell in love. I swear, I'll be a Weight Watcher for LIFE and could most likely serve as their next spokesperson. I. Love. The plan! It gives me just enough structure to be accountable, but still lets me eat the food I want. (It sounds cliche, but it's SO true!) I even recruited my sisters to join - it's been FUN, I daresay!
As of week five and a half I've lost a whopping fifteen pounds. Five pounds away from my goal weight. Ah, the elusive Wedding Weight. It's seemed so far from my grasp all this time. And now, with a little guidance and some determination it's bound to be mine! I feel healthy, trim, my pants are getting looser and I feel like a vixen! (Too much?)
This leads me to my next topic. When I started W.W., Dan (bless his heart) was pretty concerned about me re-lapsing into anorexic behaviors. I promised not to be obsessive (which meant, for the first few weeks not uttering a peep to anyone about it, lest I get carried away) if he promised to give me a chance to prove that I could do this in a healthy way.
To help keep my end of the bargain, I checked out a book from the library called Brave Girl Eating. I figured it would serve as a reminder of how dangerous an eating disorder can be. Boy has it worked. In a shocking and almost flash-back kind of way. The book is written by the mother of a teenage girl struggling with anorexia. Some of her behaviors are, to a TEE, the behaviors I exhibited when I suffered from the disease and it's extremely sobering. I would recommend the book to anyone who's had a friend or family member suffer from anorexia nervosa. Srsly.
And on that slightly awkward note, I end.
Oh! Except for this. I've had a hankering to get my too-long, unhealthy hair cut. But I figured, before I do, I better figure out how I want it for The Wedding so I know it's possible with the length. Unfortunately, this style is what I had in mind, and it looks like it requires my current length. Boo! I want to get rid of my too-long, unhealthy, high maintenance hair! (Only to a little lower than shoulder length...when right now it's probably around boob length.)
Any thoughts?...
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