Day Seven

Well, I was unfortunate enough (or fortunate enough?) to not be able to work out on Thursday. As soon as I got home from work Mom wanted to hit my sister’s friend’s garage sale. Now, usually one garage sale wouldn’t take that long, but remember who you’re dealing with. We went to eat, hit the garage sale, and meandered around Target until they closed. Then Jason drove me home and we talked for an hour leaving me zero time to get my workout in. (Like I’d actually do it at 11:30 at night anyway!)

Needless to say, yesterday was my day seven. I had spent the morning cleaning house for Mom’s birthday and went to eat Mexican food with Jason for lunch. Immediately after getting home I commenced with the exercising. Never a good idea. ESPECIALLY after Mexican food. But I made it through! I actually think I’m to a point where I can start doing actual push-ups instead of the girly kind! That’s improvement.

I’ve been debating all day whether or not to workout today to catch myself up so I can start level 2 next Wednesday like I’d originally planned. Sadly, I think I will not. It is Saturday after all!

I hate to just blog so shortly, so I’ll say this. I will be married in 4 months and 2 days. When I checked my calendar on Thursday I almost had a heart attack. I hadn’t realized just how close it was getting. For so long it’s been 10 months, 7 months, 5 months etc. But 4 months!? It seems so soon! I’ve said this before, but I haven’t actually progressed completely into summer. I’ve been shopping for ski clothes for our honeymoon, cardigans for my ladies, warm colors for the wedding and thinking about hot soups and drinks! No wonder I’ve been so hot this summer! I actually had a dream I wore my pea coat with a cableknit sweater at the pool. I’m crazy.

But the countdown isn’t just to a wedding. It’s to MY wedding. So many things will be ending that week. It will be the last time I’ll ever be “Melody Taylor”, the last time I’ll live with my parents, the last time I’ll work at the library, the last time I’ll be a teenager, the last time I’ll be single. I’ll be attached for life. I honestly could not be more excited. Every time I look at the picture of him on one knee in front of me I tear up. I was so shocked and flabbergasted that I didn’t know what to do or how to respond with our families watching us. He was so nervous and so was I. But no matter how awkward it seemed or how nervous we both were, it doesn’t change how engaged we are. There is a ring on my finger that will never leave. There’ll always be that little indentation where a ring is supposed to sit.

So that’s why I’m working out. Right now it’s mainly because I don’t want to wear Spanx on my wedding day, but it’s also because I have  a bad habit of longing to do something but never doing it then complaining because I didn’t do it. So, I’m doing it.

Have a great weekend!