According to the countdown app on my phone, I’m only 3 days away from turning 30…and I’m only 113 days away from my wedding.
No, that’s not a typo.
The boy and I are gettin’ hitched!
Feel free to take a moment and join me in the “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!” Squeal-A-Thon that I’ve been having for the last two weeks.
That’s a large part of why I’ve not written much lately. It wasn’t really public knowledge until last Sunday. Now, though, pretty much everyone I know knows, so I figured I was fine saying something here.
The other reason I haven’t written much is because I’ve not wanted to sound like a broken record. My life is pretty routine. I work hard at my awesome/crazy stressful job. Sleep. Go to the boy’s house to hang out every few days, and usually use that time to catch up on all the shows that air while I’m at work (Flash and Scorpion are excellent, by the way). The super cool thing about being engaged (y’know, apart from getting to marry the love of my life and start a whole new life adventure) is that I actually have new things to write about.
So stay tuned as I start a new decade of life. Wow, that sounds cheesy. And now I want pizza. Which isn’t a good thing if I really want to be able to wear the gorgeous dress in 113 days.
113 days. I’m getting married in 113 days. I cannot hardly wait, I’m so excited!!!!!!
No, you’re not reading the title wrong. Yes, I did a series of these posts last fall, but honestly I fell off the bandwagon, and instead of picking up where I left off, it’s just easier to start again. Since I forgot to post last Monday, I’m just starting where I’m currently at.
I decided to get serious about losing a few weeks ago when I realized just how much I’ve been using my weight as a protection against people. I don’t want to be that person anymore. Unlike last fall, I’m not trying to do this all on my own. I’ve actually joined a weight loss program, and it’s requiring a lot more accountability than just doing blog posts. The first week was rough, I did gain, but it wasn’t even a pound so I can’t be too upset. I did, however, lose four pounds over this last week. As of right now, here’s what my loss looks like:
3/9/13: First Check~110.3 lbs to go
3/16/13: Week 1~110.6 lbs to go (I gained? How?)
3/23/13: Week 2~106.8 lbs to go (Yay! I lost! I bought The Hobbit to celebrate!)
I don’t have mugshots for tonight. Still trying to figure out where to take them in my house. I don’t have the room available to me that I had in my dorm room. I’ll figure out something by next week, though, so I can update ya’ll on what I’m looking like.
One thing I’m trying this time is focusing on losing 10 lbs at a time. 110 lbs is really overwhelming and can seem quite impossible. I plan to reward myself when I reach each 10 lb goal with a new movie. When I reach 25, 50, & 75 lbs, I’ll be rewarding myself with seasons of my favorite tv shows. Right now, I’m making my way towards Skyfall. In order to afford this, I’m taking the money that I’d normally put into the work vending machine or fast food drive-thru and setting it aside. Six more pounds and Skyfall is mine!
My room is mostly put together. I still haven’t gotten my desktop computer up and running, but otherwise things are going okay. When I was unloading the van last night I felt like I had a ton of stuff with me, but looking around, I don’t think I really brought that much. It just happened that the stuff I brought took up much packing space. I brought a few things that remind me of home, including some things that I pulled when we were going through Grampa’s remaining belongings. Included was a glass “Jelly Belly” jar. Inside the jar are a few remaining “Jelly Belly” jelly beans that he never got eaten. Mom asked me if I’d gotten a refill for the jar, and I said, “No, I’ve just got these sad little morbid jelly beans sitting here.” I find it slightly odd to think about those things that hold memories of others for us.
Classes start tomorrow. I’ve got a fun morning of Spanish and Modern Grammar. I’m not incredibly worried, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not nervous. The last time I took any Spanish was my junior year of high school, most notably remembered for the fact that A. I had to have all my wisdom teeth out that year, and more importantly B. 9/11 happened during my fall semester. I’ve heard excellent things about my teacher, so I’m really looking forward to remembering and improving my Spanish. I’m not sure how to feel about Modern Grammar. I’m glad I’m not stuck in archaic grammar, but I’m really hoping modern doesn’t mean I’m going to have to unlearn everything I learned years ago. Once upon a time I really excelled at grammar, and while I still remember the basics, I’ve gotten lazy over the years.
I’m hoping my cable to plug my television into the campus cable comes tomorrow. I figured that even though I don’t want to watch tv ad naseum, I have a tv, and I’m paying for campus cable via my student fees (there’s no way to opt out of the cable as far as I know), so I might as well make use of the “free” cable. (Side note: I find it interesting how things get presented as being “free,” when really all free means is that you’re not paying out of pocket at this moment.)
The truly bright and shining moment of today was the return of Taco in a Bag. Last year I was introduced to the concept, and while initially I thought it weird, and that it looked kind of nauseating, it’s also kind of addictive. It was just as good as I remembered, and I took it as a positive sign that this is going to be a year of excellence.