So, I’ve never had an ‘about’ page. Apparently, I am supposed have an about page.
Honestly, I’ve been putting it off because I don’t know what to say and whenever I think about it I get bored and cranky and I end up doing something else.
No more procrastination. Here I am in 500 words or less:
I’ve been with Randy more than 3 times the length of any other relationship which is saying something considering I’ve been married more than twice.
For the record, I think EVERY woman deserves a middle husband to forget about.
Randy and I have collected 4 children over the years, they range between 13 and 28 years. And from these children, 3 grandchildren have spawned. I got to be there for the birth of the most recent baby girl. I fulfilled the role of booby scratcher throughout the labor process.
I work as a computer programmer and it is eating my soul every day that I am there. But as I am very attached to my weekly paycheck, I will continue to have my soul sucked out Monday through Fridays and look forward to every vacation day, sick day and holiday weekend.
I started writing this blog a few months in to my goal to drop my excess tonnage. Randy and I began this process on June 13, 2010. So, as of today, we are almost a year into it. He has lost 115+ lbs. I have not lost quite as much.
When I started, I was 47 years old. Just a hair over 5’2″, 207 lbs and was SQUEEZING into size 18s.
Nearly a year later? I’m down 40 lbs and I can either SQUEEZE into my 12s or I can fit into my baggy ass 14s. We usually choose the 14s. I’m so done with the squeezing.
We managed to lose the weight in spite of ourselves. Randy has food discipline, I have exercise discipline. We both lapse but we always recover. We haven’t stopped moving forward.
I have recently discovered the joys of weight lifting. And by joy, I mean I HATE it when I’m actually lifting weights, but I LOVE feeling up my muscles.
I love it in a way that can’t be completely healthy.
What else is there to say?
I love cherry koolaid.
I loathe yogurt with a blinding passion.
My eyesight is failing rapidly, but I don’t want to admit I really NEED to wear the trifocals I got a year ago.
I’m a complete Buffy and Angel dweeb.
I buy a LOT of flip flops.
I wear my hair in a ponytail all weekend because I am hair lazy from Friday evening until Monday morning.
I can dance, but I don’t.
I can’t sing at all, but I do anyway.
I’m not stopping until I can comfortably get into a size 8.
Any day now, I am going to stop obsessing over how long this is taking.