I got engaged over the weekend! It was done in a very typical way for my boyfriend. We went away for the weekend up the coast. Saturday, we were midway through a grueling mountain bike ride, and we had already 1) forded a river with our bikes on our shoulders (and I slipped where it was deep and banged my knee on the rocks); 2) ran away from a bear; and 3) climbed a mountain all day. So of COURSE the time to propose to me is when we are filthy, sweating and exhausted (and I'm also bleeding)! He packed the ring along the entire time because this was his plan - somehow this made sense to him.
We also saw a pod of grey whales just off the coast (literally about 10 feet off of the beach, there was a deep shelf) and two of them were breaching straight up in the air right next to us. So incredible. Of course does either of us have a phone or camera? No. Of course not.
I'm not weighing myself for a little while. It was an active, exercise filled weekend but we also celebrated with way too much booze and food - I vaguely remember stuffing some sort of pastry into my mouth one night but was too drunk to even register what it was. We'll let that debauchery pass through the system first.
on your engagement!
And some would see it as quite a romantic thing to do, packing a ring along on what clearly was a day filled with activities you like to do together. The whales would be the "icing on the wedding cake"
JayZeeJay, you're gonna have a great story to tell now for years and years, what with the bear, the whales, the sweat, the blood and the engagement ring. Look, it's up to each of us to define what our relationships are going to be about, and what "romantic" means -- and if your guy doesn't think that the cliches that are routinely foisted upon us to sell us stuff mean anything, and thinks a coastal bike ride and mountain climb are a truer setting for declaring himself, then good for you: You found one of the good ones.
Kitty, only people who don't really understand what anorexia is really like apply it carelessly when they see a woman who's thinner than they are, or who makes mindful choices about food in their presence. Probably you just made them uncomfortable with themselves and their choices, and they turned judgmental and went for a cheap shot, so they could kind of bond for a couple seconds with each other over their shared discomfort. Wasn't Jen/CherryPie coping with that the other day, too?
JenMusic, you know, it's never good when I find myself in the kitchen, standing up, with a spoon in one hand and a container of something in the other hand. I always have a moment of, "Oh, s%$#t, not again!" Then there's this moment when I decide to stop or proceed. Mostly I'm able to stop it. The other day, I was not. Oh, and stevia, eaten by the spoonful? Is not worth it and is not satisfying, and is not even food. Why did I want an incredible jolt of sweetness? Did I really think it would beam me up out of my life and into a soothing heavenly place?
Doing better today, because that 9 AM call that I'd dreaded turned out to be nonconfrontational. Now if I can talk myself into getting to bed early and getting a good night's sleep, I'll be doing even better tomorrow. I am carrying around this slight edge of anxiety and can't quite get a handle on it. Like I'm braced for something painful or punitive. Figuring that out is what I've got to work on. Eating will not solve it.
On the peanut butter topic: each and every morning for the past 3 or 4 months, I've had to make a PB&J for DS to take to school because the lunch lines are too long and once he gets his food, there is no time to eat it. I can't even imagine how many kids go to his school--over 400 in the senior class alone! Anyway, I have to fight with my dogs as to who gets to lick the knife with PB residue! So, out of every 5 days, I get at least one lick--maybe two, but that's it. A lick. The other days one of the two dogs gets the lick.
On the peanut butter topic: each and every morning for the past 3 or 4 months, I've had to make a PB&J for DS to take to school because the lunch lines are too long and once he gets his food, there is no time to eat it. I can't even imagine how many kids go to his school--over 400 in the senior class alone! Anyway, I have to fight with my dogs as to who gets to lick the knife with PB residue! So, out of every 5 days, I get at least one lick--maybe two, but that's it. A lick. The other days one of the two dogs gets the lick.
i have a mental image of you standing in your kitchen Allison, with a labrador on either side, drooling and staring at you with pleading eyes as you get your turn at the PB knife.
Yes, Dagmar, that's about what it looks like! Too funny when one of the cats joins in, too.
Blueberries and plain fat free Greek yogurt. It's what't for breakfast. Yummy!!!! Love that Costco had huge packages of fresh blueberries for like $4.50! I should have bought two!!
Oh, geez. DH and I met right before my 17th b-day. We moved in together after I graduated college. We never felt the need to get married. We didn't want kids, DH hates attention, and is actually kind of opposed to marriage as far as the "state sanctioned" thing, so we just never bothered.
Fast forward to 2005 - We'd lived together for years. DH had health insurance through this special deal for small business owners. I had it through work. DH gets a letter saying that his premiums are going up OUTRAGEOUSLY. So he is all stressed out.
Him "What am I going to do? I need health insurance in case something happens!"
Me: "Well, if we were married, I could put you on my policy."
Him: "What are you saying?"
Me: "Exactly what I said - so I guess if you want health insurance we need to get married."
Him: "Well then, I guess we should get married..."
Me: "Awwww...the proposal of my dreams...."
That was Sunday. We got married that Thursday in the courthouse where I work by the Judge that I work with on a daily basis.
Romantic, huh?
Last edited by CherryPie99; 05-07-2013 at 11:46 AM.
on your engagement!
everyone!
