Random statements of the day:
Getting married generally means sharing your bed. This can lead to interesting things. Some people snore, drool, moan, kick, pass gas, 'waller', and even fight. There are strange moments of sleep walking, talking, and even sleep eating.
Prince Charming and I both talk in our sleep. The difference? I'm a light sleeper and he's not.
*insert evil grin here*
This makes for some VERY interesting nights...
He once instructed me on exactly how to get to the bathroom at his job. I've heard about the golf shot he just made, and have been told that I should stop trying to steal his broom and go get my own.
He was at it again last night. I don't remember all of what he said but he announced very loudly that "He already knew about that." No, he doesn't remember what he was talking about. I always get so aggravated. He always says the most interesting things, but he can't remember his dreams. So, unless I can strike up a conversation immediately and figure it out before he wakes up, I'm left to wonder forever just what in the world he was talking about.
My dryer is dying unless we (by we, I mean Prince Charming... but we're married.... there's that 'two become one' clause... so it's a team effort.) can do emergency surgery. It's been screaming at us for weeks, but when we take it apart, nothing seems to be wrong. My bother-in-law told us that it was the same problem they had and how to fix it. He also said we better hurry because it'll lock up on us and we'll have to buy another one.
The parts came in today.
I'm glad - the squealing is unbearable. Plus, it ran for 3 hours trying to dry Prince Charming's work shirts. When I checked them, they were still just as damp as when I put them in. (I keep the heat setting on 'delicate' so that I wont shrink his t-shirts... but it has NEVER taken over 3 hours to dry his shirts.)
On to other things:
Okay, so I've really been trying to get in shape. I want to be healthy and strong. I haven't ever really been dedicated to eating right or exercising because people are always talking about how skinny I am. (People seem to think that skinny equals healthy... it doesn't.) In college, I learned that eating right actually does make you feel better. My mother in law was diagnosed with Diabetes a little over a year ago so I've learned a lot about eating right.
But exercise hasn't really been on the front burner. Heck, it hasn't even been on the stove.
Back in February, I ran into a problem I've never had before... I found the PERFECT dress for P.C.'s cousin's wedding... other than my wedding dress, I had never been in love with a dress so much.
It didn't fit.
It was beyond tight.
I looked like a woman of a questionable career when I put that dress on.
I bought it anyway. I'm skinny! I lose weight fast! I'd be able to fit into it in 2 weeks!
I practically starved myself and exercised 24/7 just to try to fit in that dress.
The day before the wedding I had to run and buy a different dress. Apparently, a lot of things change in your twenties. What I could have easily done at 17, was now impossible at 24. (P.S. no one tells you that your hips start to spread when you get married.)
So a while back, I said that I had made up my own little exercise calendar. To be exact, that was last Wednesday. This means that I have been at it for a week and a day. While it's still hard to make myself get up and exercise, the calendar has made it so much easier. Plus, it helps that I made up the count. I know my body and I know what it can and cannot handle. Making up my own calendar also helps because I can adjust the number if needed... so it's like my brain is saying: "Okay, you CAN do this..."
I mean really, doing those pre-made exercise routines that said do 100 jumping jacks or 50 squats - when you're used to not doing ANYTHING at all, is SUPER hard! It's discouraging! I would usually give up after the first try. (...actually, probably a little more in the middle of the first try...)
Apparently I wont ever have the body I had at 17 again, but who says that I want it? I want to be so much more healthy than I was then. I want to be sexy and strong (and stay that way) for myself and my husband.
P.S. I said I would tell you guys about my light bill when it came in. Last month: $157. This month: $99
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