Broke my streak

212.8 (ah, the irony!)

Yesterday I continued to be unusually and inexplicably tired, and in the late afternoon I started getting a headache as well. So I went home, put a hot compress on my neck and shoulders, and went to sleep.

I was awakened by a phone call from MM a little after 6 p.m.--almost two hours after I'd gone to sleep--and at that time my headache was worse, but not so bad that I couldn't go back to sleep until 8 p.m.

When I woke up at 8, I had a full-on migraine. (I will still NEVER understand how a headache can get worse--or even develop--while I'm sleeping!). I took some Excedrin--even though I am giving up caffeine--and by 9:00 I felt a bit better. Still not 100%, though.

Unfortunately, I didn't feel well enough to work out. I did take Sebastian to the park--about a 15-minute round-trip walk with a 10-minute break at the park for him to run--but I didn't do any other exercise yesterday. :-(

Ah well. If I end up working out "only" 29 days out of 30, I will still be pretty happy with that. It certainly represents a significant increase in exercise from what I had been doing! I'd hoped for 100% compliance, but perhaps that was too lofty a goal. I will be working out tonight for sure, so it's "right back on the horse" today.

After a full night's sleep (yes, in spite of having slept almost four hours in the afternoon/evening), I woke up today feeling refreshed and back to normal. And shock of shocks, the scale was the lowest it's been since I started this 30-day challenge. WTF is up with that?!

Tomorrow is my second acupuncture session. I am certainly going to mention to the doc that my headaches continue (though it seems that their frequency and severity is decreasing). I'm looking forward to the session, truth be told: the first one was quite relaxing.

Weekend plans: relaxing night at home tonight with MM; eye doctor, leg wax, and acupuncture tomorrow, with lunch with KC worked in, followed by a Coyotes hockey game in the evening. Sunday will be loads of household chores--I'm woefully behind on them--and dinner with the in-laws.

TGIF!

So.inexplicably.tired

215.2 (figures)

Just as I suspected: the scale is back up today. The fact that dinner last night was a late meal of spaghetti and meatballs (and salad & breadsticks) at the Olive Garden is a likely contributing factor.

Ever since my alarm went off the first time this morning, I have been so very, very tired. I have no explanation for why I'm so tired. I went to bed at a decent hour and got a good and full night's sleep. I exercised yesterday after work, just as I have for all of the last sixteen days. I took my herbs and nutritional supplements just as usual. I'm drinking plenty of water.

I so badly want a cup of coffee, but I am staying strong. It helps that I really don't like the coffee that my firm provides; in order to have a cup of coffee I'd enjoy, I'd have to actually drive to the nearest Starbucks about five minutes away.

I'm too tired to think of anything more interesting to write, and I have a bunch of work stuff I've gotta get done. Maybe I'll take a brisk walk around the block and see if that helps. . . .

Edited to add: I did a brisk 10-minute walk outside, and I think it helped. It is a beautiful sunny day outside. It felt good just to get outdoors for a little while.

Halfway there. . .

213.2

As of last night's workout, I am halfway through my 30-day workout challenge. I am quite proud of myself and am already noticing many positive effects from exercising daily. This morning, the scale was actually down a little, too. . . . even though I actually ate quite a bit last night. I don't trust it, though. We'll see what it does over the next few days. It's apt to go back up again.

I was thinking last night as I was on the phone with a friend in Tucson that one downside of this daily exercise challenge is that I've become more boring. Every evening after work, I go straight to the gym. After getting home, eating dinner, and spending some time with Sebastian, I really don't do much of anything else except maybe read for a while.

To be fair, part of the reason I don't do much else in the evenings is also because I am electing to spend time with my husband in lieu of doing other things. So I guess in that sense I'm just becoming a boring married person. LOL

If/when I successfully complete this 30-day challenge, I think the next thing I am going to challenge myself to do is to eat more vegetables. I don't come anywhere near the recommended nine servings a day; I'm usually doing well to get in 3-4 servings.

At nearly 38 years old, with known high cholesterol and a family history of diabetes and heart disease, I'd say it's long past time for me to be focusing on forming healthy habits. . . . and not just solely for the sake of weight loss. So that's what I'll be working on this year.

One day at a time

215.0 (see?)

On contemplating my unchanging weight this morning, I was briefly reminded of an experience I had with a college boyfriend. (To maintain his anonymity, I will refer to him as "Pig Farmer." Some readers will get a chuckle out of this, for various reasons, but there is a specific reason for this moniker that will especially amuse a couple of my readers who will actually remember when I dated Pig Farmer.)

Pig Farmer was in the Army, which (as many of you may be aware) has weight restrictions for its enlistees. When Pig Farmer needed to drop a few pounds to get back under his weight limit, he would just play an extra couple of games of pick-up basketball every week. He didn't cut back on his eating or do any other type of extra exercise. . . well, to be fair, he already did daily PT *and* he was only 19 years old. But that small increase in his activity was always enough for him to drop 10-15 pounds in a couple of weeks.

Hearing Pig Farmer talk about this gave me my first window into how weight loss is different for men than it is for women. I don't know any woman (now or when I was in college) who could lose ANY weight simply by playing a little extra hoops with no dietary modifications whatsoever.

Actually, over the years I'd suspected that exercise alone would not make me lose weight, but I finally confirmed this during my first year of law school. Prior to that time, generally when I would undertake a program of regular exercise, it would be accompanied with dieting. (I was always kind of an "all or nothing" sort.) But during my first year in law school, I started working out regularly for the stress reduction and didn't really make a sincere effort to change my eating habits.

For over a year, I worked out 3-4 days a week for about 30 minutes at a time. Nothing overly strenuous: a brisk walk or the elliptical trainer. And during that year, I think I lost about two pounds.

(Eventually, once I was well in the habit of daily exercise, I did end up also modifying my eating habits and had lots of success on Weight Watchers, losing about 35 pounds in four months. But that's another post.)

Yesterday marked my 13th consecutive day of working out. My friend V and I went on a 3.8-mile hike which took us just under two hours. It was an absolutely beautiful day weather-wise, and the hike we went on--a new one for me--had some very gorgeous desert scenery and awesome views. We took Sebastian, too, so he also got a workout in. ;-)

I haven't decided yet whether I'll be going to the gym tonight or for a brisk walk around the neighborhood; it will depend in part on what time MM gets off work. But I will certainly be doing one or the other.

In addition to my daily exercise, I've quit caffeine (again). I started seeing a Traditional Chinese Medicine doc on Friday and had my first acupuncture session. She recommended that I quit caffeine and gave me various herbs to take. I haven't had a cup of coffee since Thursday morning, though I did have to break down and take some Excedrin for a mild headache on Saturday afternoon.

Surprisingly, unlike the last time I tried to give up coffee, my energy level and concentration have both been fine. Not sure if this is due to my daily exercise, the acupuncture, the herbs, or just plain good luck. . . . but I'll take it. ;-)

In other news. . . . Mom left yesterday morning to begin her trek back home to Ohio. I will miss her. Although he gets along well with her, MM is glad she's gone. She *was* with us for nearly three months, so I can see why he feels this way. He is looking forward to our having our house to ourselves again. . . for the first time as a married couple.

P.S. I am coming up on 500 posts and would like to post "something special" for post #500. Any suggestions for a topic?

12 days down

216.2 (yep, it's up)

Don't have much to write about, but wanted to update on my 30-day challenge. Today was my 12th consecutive day of exercise, and I had a GREAT workout. I can already perceive an increase in my endurance, and I'm having to work harder to get my heart rate up. Hard to believe I'm already seeing progress.

Even better, I have more energy and am sleeping better at night. AND. . . I'm giving up coffee. Yep. I haven't had any caffeine at all since Thursday morning (except the caffeine in a dose of Excedrin I had to take this afternoon for a mild headache).

Today is my mom's last day with us. I hope she has a safe journey back to Ohio.

Suitable for children?

An experience I had today made me think of an issue on which I'm interested to hear the opinions of other intelligent women. ;-)

Is there anywhere that it is inappropriate to take your pre-school-aged children?

When I was a hospital nurse, I thought it was highly inappropriate when people brought their small children in to visit. I believe an exception can be made in instances when the child is coming to see a dying (or at least gravely ill) relative--especially a parent, grandparent, or sibling--but nearly all the chlidren I saw were there with parents who were visiting someone who would be returning home from the hospital in, at most, a few days.

Hospitals are full of germs, as well as many other hazards, so bringing small children there risks their health. Small children also harbor lots of germs themselves, putting the (already sick) patients at (further) risk of infections.

As a prosecutor, I often saw people bringing their small children to court for criminal sentencings, and sometimes even for trials. I never thought that seeing "Daddy," "Mommy," or "Uncle So-and-So" in an orange jumpsuit on his/her way to prison was a good thing for those children. . . . not to mention the fact that small children often disrupt these types of proceedings when they attend.

Many is the time that I've watched R-rated movies and other patrons have brought their small children along. Sometimes these were movies that gave *me* nightmares.

I couldn't imagine taking my own small child to any of the above places (or some others), and yet others apparently thought that this behavior was appropriate.

Is it me? Is it because I don't have kids? Is there something I don't "get"?

Don't get me wrong: I *love* kids! I don't even mind them in upscale restaurants or other similar places where I've heard others say they'd rather not see them. I just think that some places are "not suitable for children."

Please weigh in.

Everything happens for a reason

215.6 (note how 8 consecutive days of working out has not moved this number down)

I notice that often when something negative or undesirable happens to us, friends and family reassure us by repeating the phrase that is the title of this post: "everything happens for a reason."

I know I've had discussions with at least a couple of my friends about whether, in fact, this is the case. . . . or whether we just frame things this way in retrospect. As an example, some might say that the "reason" that things didn't work out with my ex-fiance SL and me was so that "something better" could come into my life in the form of my relationship with MM.

BUT. . . . did my break-up with SL REALLY happen so that I could meet and marry MM? Couldn't it simply be that I broke up with SL because not marrying him was a better idea than marrying him, and then eventually (and inevitably) I fell in love with someone new who just happens to be a better fit for me?

Does anything that happens to us TRULY happen for a reason?

Discuss.

7 days

214.4

Just wanted to "toot my own horn" a little (actually, I hate that expression) and say that I have exercised seven of the last seven days. That's right: I'm almost 1/4 of the way to my goal of 30 workouts in 30 days.

I usually do the elliptical trainer, but I have mixed it up a little and done a brisk walk in my neighborhood one evening and alternated jogging and walking on the treadmill another evening. I even worked out when I had a headache on Thursday night; I just walked more slowly than my usual pace, but still covered close to 2 miles.

Yea me!!

Of course, as predicted, the scale really hasn't budged. Ah well. One thing at a time. . . .

Meme

If you got trapped in an elevator with someone, who would you want it to be?
Conor Jackson

What is your favorite cereal?
Kashi Go Lean Crunch

Do you own any cowboy boots?
Not anymore

What is something you would never do in public?
Tweeze the hairs off my chin

Have you ever had really strange dreams?
Yep

Name a friend or loved one who has passed away.
Both grandmas, stepdad

What’s your earliest memory?
Forgetting to stop playing to use the potty and having an "accident"

Have you ever broken a bone before, and if so, how?
I've broken two different toes

Have you ever stepped in dog poo?
Yes

Ever bitten your toenails?
Nope

Who is your all time hero?
I don’t have one.

What colors do you think mix well?
Red white and blue

What did you eat recently?
2 soy sausage patties and an ounce of cheddar cheese

What was your favorite cartoon movie as a child?
I don’t remember having one.

What’s your favorite movie now?
I have several. I really like Clueless

Do you paint your toenails?
Sometimes

Is your computer a fast and awesome computer?
It's all right

What do you do, or want to do for a living?
I'm a lawyer

If one of your long lost exes called you and asked for you back, would you take them back?
Hell no.

Have you ever been a heart-breaker?
Yes.

What’s your favorite instrument?
Clarinet

What is a country you want to visit badly before you die?
Italy

Have you made a bucket list?
Yes

What things in history amuse you the most?
Sarah Palin

Have you ever eaten lipstick?
Nope

What are 3 accessories you have to be equipped with when you go out?
I'm not a big accessories person

Have you ever licked a window before?
Nope

If someone dared you to run across a busy street for 1 thousand dollars, would you?
Nope

Would you kill someone for 9 million dollars?
Depends on who it is

Who is your worst enemy right now and why?
I don't really have any enemies (at least not as far as I know, lol)

Have you ever been in a physical fight with anyone before?
Only my sister.

What brand of cell phone do you have, and which service provider?
BlackBerry by Verizon

Do you wear slippers or socks?
Neither

Do your feet stink?
Not usually

Have you ever picked your butt in public?
Probably

What is the strangest pet you’ve ever owned?
I've only had the usual: cats, dogs, fish. My sister and I did keep a tadpole once for a few weeks (& managed to kill him before he became a frog).

Do you love life or hate it?
Love

Who is the hottest person in the entire universe, in your opinion?
How could I possibly narrow this down to one?

What do you do every night before bed?
Make sure my alarm is set. . . otherwise I'd be even later to work every day.

Quick note

213.6

I have several projects which need to be completed today, so I don't have time for a long entry. I did want to post my weight (yea!) and the fact that I made it to the gym last night on my own! God, I can't remember the last time that happened. . . . certainly before I dated MM! I have my gym stuff in my office as I type this and will be headed there after work to meet MM for workout #3 of my 30-workout challenge.

MM was surprised when I told him about my contemplated challenge to myself and a little skeptical that I will actually follow through. He also said "if you go to the gym every day for a month, you're sure to lose weight." Um, yeah. Not so much. He doesn't get the whole "must exercise and eat better simultaneously" thing.

I have been bringing my lunch to work every day to save time and money, but I don't always bring something healthful. Still, I guess it's probably better for me than eating out. Although today I brought Chipotle leftovers from last night; definitely NOT a very nutritious meal.

I had an hour-long massage last night, and it was awesome. I really need to get back on track with getting bi-weekly massages; it really helps my sleep and cuts down on my headaches. Last night's massage was my first since Maui, so I'd seriously gotten out of the habit.

I'm glad it's Thursday! I have a three-day weekend this weekend because we have Monday off for "Civil Rights Day" (as MLK Day is called in Arizona).

Now back to work. . . .

30 days

215.2

Anyone who has known me for a long time will tell you that I need something to obsess over. I guess I'm just a mentally restless person or something, but I've always been this way.

Most of my life, I've obsessed over men I dated/wanted to date/had dated or other equally useless things. Occasionally I've had some healthier obsessions, like weight loss or law school.

Being obsessive is not an entirely bad thing. It gives me focus--something I am otherwise sadly lacking--and I can get a lot accomplished when I'm fixated on something.

I've made up my mind that I am going to obsess about exercise. (Yeah, I know that's not exactly how obsessions work--I can't really just "make up my mind" to obsess about something--but go with it.) I've been half-a$$ing my doctor-ordered "three times a week" working out for over a year, but no more. Starting today (actually, yesterday), my goal is going to be to work out seven days a week.

I'm going to do whatever it takes to get some form of aerobic exercise for 30 minutes every day. Do I think I will be 100% successful? Probably not, which is why I'm aiming for every day. I figure even if I fall short of my goal, I will probably still meet and exceed the three workouts a week I am supposed to be doing.

I really should also focus on improving my eating, but I am going to concentrate on one thing at a time. I am going to aim for thirty 30-minute workouts in the next thirty days.

It's not a tumor

212.6 (hmm)

I left work after an hour yesterday because I had a headache. Actually, I had some degree of headache from Saturday afternoon on. I've always gotten a lot more headaches than the average person, in addition to having migraines, but lately it's been really out of hand. I'm going to ask my dentist about TMJ when I see him in a few weeks, and I'm also going to get my eyes checked soon; I have a suspicion that my contacts prescription needs updating.

I hardly ate anything yesterday--nauseated and/or sleeping most of the day---so I suppose that would account for the weight I saw this morning. I fully expect to be back to the 214-215 range tomorrow.

Thank goodness, I feel fine this morning. But yesterday I literally slept from 11:00 a.m. to 2:30, and then again from 3:00 to 5:00. . . . after having had 8 hours of sleep the night before, too. AND I still went to bed last night by 11:00. Crazy.

Friday night's party was good. It was great to see the guest of honor, as well as lots of old co-workers. There were a couple of folks I'd hoped to see who didn't make it and a couple of folks I saw from a distance but didn't get chance to talk with before they left the party. SL was there, too, as expected. I didn't talk to him, but I did wave at him from a little distance away, and he waved back. And MM got to see him and reacted about as I would have expected.

Recall my post about my friend D who had not acknowledged my wedding. I've still heard nothing from her. Yesterday was her 40th birthday, and for the first time since we've known each other, I did nothing to commemorate her birthday. (Usually I send a card and also call.) Rather than send the angry letter I posted a few weeks ago. . . . I figured I would just stop talking to her. And it seems to have worked. It's sad to have to end a long friendship, but what else to do? I know she never would have "gotten it" and I couldn't go on with the status quo. Looking back, I'm surprised that I was able to maintain such a one-sided friendship for as long as I did; that type of relationship is really very uncharacteristic for me.

Not much else going on. Mom is only going to be here until 1/25 or 1/26, so I will probably spend a good portion of this weekend with her. I'm also hoping to meet KC for lunch. The week ahead should be uneventful. I guess that's good.

Good and bad

I've been in a down mood most of the day--actually crying a little off and on--because I am about to get my period. No, my low mood and tears aren't related to PMS; I'm sad because this cycle was my tenth off birth control and I'm still not pregnant.

I could write several more pages on that topic, but at this point I'm emotionally spent. . . . so I'll just leave it at that.

On a more positive note. . . . I'm going to a party tonight that I've been looking forward to for weeks! The man who trained me when I started working as a prosecutor--someone I greatly admire and esteem--recently retired and is hosting a retirement party in Tucson. He has invited all the people he ever supervised. . . . which is a fair number, given his nearly-35-year career with that office and the rate of attorney turnover. (From what I hear, there will be 150-200 guests.) Several friends (and many more acquaintances) who I haven't seen in a long time will be in attendance. I'm excited to see everyone and catch up!

Interestingly, my ex-fiance SL is also on the guest list and has RSVP'd that he will be attending (we met at work and worked at the same place for the first several months of our relationship). So if he shows up, I will also be seeing him for the first time in a long time. I don't even know if he knows that I am married. And MM will be seeing SL for the first time. Most of the people at the party knew SL and me during the era when we were a couple. Could be a little awkward. . . .

I'll be spending the night at my friend L's and seeing little M in the morning before I head back to Phoenix.

Today's been a crappy end to a busy week. . . . I can use some enjoyment!

Repulsed

215.8 (ugh)

I have been particularly repulsed by myself lately. Although I am about 65-75 lbs overweight, I usually don't spend a lot of time dwelling on how fat I look. . . . probably because I have been fat to some degree or another my entire adult life and have grown accustomed to it. Usually if my weight is bothering me, it's because I've had a hard time finding clothes in my size, I have no/low energy, or my weight is holding me back from doing something I want to do, like hiking the Grand Canyon.

But the past few weeks, I've just felt that my body is gross. Every time I sit down, I notice my huge belly. I know my a$$ is huge, too, but thankfully don't own a full-length mirror and so only really notice it in the shower. My calves are really thick. My upper arms have way more jiggle than I'd like. When I saw my wedding photos, I was reminded afresh that there's no two ways about it: I'm a fat girl.

Now that I'm married, in addition to feeling bad and frustrated with myself for my weight, I also feel bad for MM. MM works out five days a week, eats small portions, and has good genes, so he is pretty slim. (5'8" and about 165 lbs) Although I only weigh a few lbs more than I did when we met (I weighed 211.4 on the day of our first date) and he tells me that he loves me no matter what. . . . I can't help but feel that he deserves a wife who is in better shape.

MM often encourages me to go to the gym with him--and sometimes I do--but he focuses totally on my health, in particular the fact that my cholesterol is high and my doctor says I am supposed to be exercising at least 30 minutes three times a week. I know, though, that even if I actually did all three workouts a week (& more), I won't lose any weight. I will only lose weight if I exercise AND diligently police every bite of food I put into my mouth.

Anyway. . . it remains to be seen whether these feelings motivate me to any action.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

(wt=??)

MM and I returned this afternoon from visiting my father and stepmother in southern New Mexico. We arrived to heavy cloud cover and wet roads from yet another rainy day here in Phoenix. WTF is going on with our weather? All this rain just seems unusual for us this time of year; we generally get the majority of our rainfall in late summer.

Anyhoo, the visit with the parents was (mostly) good. We did manage to irk one or both of them on Friday (long story, and I'm not even sure we figured out exactly what did the irking), but they were over it by the time we returned from our hike, and there were no further "incidents."

MM was unimpressed with my alma mater, NMSU, and with the Las Cruces area in general (except for the hike, which he thought was beautiful). He has expressed a willingness to return once a year in the future, but not more than that, barring some unforeseen circumstance. He figures that that should satisfy the parents since "it's more than (my BIL) does." True, but my BIL has the luxury of living many states away rather than one state away. We shall see.

Tomorrow is back to the ol' grind. I had to do some research on Westlaw this evening for a motion response that I must draft before noon tomorrow; I couldn't access Westlaw from home and thus had not completed the research on NYE. [sigh] Ah well.

People continue to pop out of the woodwork on Facebook for me. It's kind of fun, actually.

Now that it's January, I intend to start sorting through the several boxes of crap I brought with me from my old place. I also want to organize the closets in my bathroom 'cause they're a mess and I can't find stuff. Oh, and start exercising more and eating more healthfully.

Right. So I'll just get crackin' on all that tomorrow, then.

Looking back

(haven't weighed myself in days. . . . so who knows?)

The end of the calendar year always seems to be a time for re-examining the preceding twelve months. Every other show on TV seems to be chronicling the "Top Ten" whatever that happened in 2008. (I've long believed that this is done, in large part, because the weeks before and after Christmas are quite slow news-wise.) I thought, why not include my own top ten lists? So here they are. . . .

Top ten things that happened in my life this year (roughly in date order)

1. Took my first deposition
2. Moved in with MM
3. Bought my first house
4. Got a favorable first performance evaluation at work and a raise
5. Visited Rocky Point (& took Sebastian to the beach) for the first time
6. Did a fitness boot camp
7. Visited Rowan twice
8. Got married! (They said it would never happen--ok, they didn't; I did)
9. Lost (and re-gained) about 10 lbs
10. Visited Maui

Top ten things that I would like to do (or see happen) in 2009 (not listed in order of importance or likelihood)

1. Become more routine-oriented
2. Become a more efficient biller at work
3. Visit Rowan at least three times (especially now that he is getting to an age where he'll know whether or not I'm there!)
4. Lose weight (yeah, it's on the list again)
5. Get more organized at home (this one, too)
6. Get pregnant
7. Adopt another dog
8. My parents to stay in good health
9. See more of my friends
10. Write a first chapter for a novel

Ten lessons I learned in 2008:

1. When my mom said half my friends would be "divorced and back out on the market" by the time I was ready to get married. . . . she was right (again).
2. If a 2-year-old sees something he wants, once he puts his hands on it and claims it as his own, it belongs to him, at least in his own mind. Take it back at your own risk!
3. Once you're married, everyone wants to know when/if you will be having children.
4. If you choose to do things that are unconventional--like eloping, keeping your own name after marriage, or not wearing a white dress for your wedding--there are people who will judge you and think you are strange.
5. White Americans WILL vote for an African-American man for president!
6. Sometimes even your closest friends can still surprise you with their behavior.
7. I'm happier if I have coffee in the mornings.
8. Life is easier if you get along with your in-laws.
9. Getting rid of things I don't need or use gives me a feeling of freedom.
10. Neither a healthy diet nor regular exercise alone will make me lose weight. I have to do both simultaneously! (OK, I knew this already, but I was in denial. And it's been reconfirmed.)

How to end a friendship. . . .

No, I'm not mailing this. I wrote it to get my thoughts and feelings out of my head and onto the page.

************************************
It has been over a month since you and I have spoken. At this point, you may be wondering why I have not been in touch. Given the many years that we have known each other and been friends, I’ve decided that I should make my feelings clear rather than simply avoiding contact with you, as I have done thus far.

To be succinct, I have been hurt by your failure to acknowledge my marriage in any way, shape or form. I didn’t expect much in the way of recognition, despite the fact that I attended both your weddings. A simple text message, email, or phone call would have sufficed and would be no more or less than I have received from many people in my life with whom I am not even in regular contact. However, it seems that even simple acknowledgement of the fact that I am married—or even that I took a vacation to someplace I’d long wanted to visit—was too much to expect.

Your lack of any response whatsoever to what is an extremely happy and significant event in my life has given me cause to re-examine my friendship with you. After much thought, I have come to the conclusion that our friendship has been mostly one-sided for a long time. I have made excuses for your behavior in the past, but in light of this most recent display of thoughtlessness, I cannot continue to do so.

Clearly you have not been too busy to text, email or send me a letter, given the fact that, since my return from Maui, you have found the time to send me two text messages about things going on in your life, a forwarded email about friends, and a Christmas letter. Apparently, though I know you had the time, you have not seen fit to congratulate me or even to mention my marriage. . . . or even my trip to Maui.

In my opinion, anyone who would fail to acknowledge an important event like a wedding for someone who she claims is a close friend, barring some type of dire emergency in her own life, is not someone with whom I want to associate myself. I do not know the reasons for your behavior, and at this point I no longer care.

I wish you well and hope that you find some happiness in your life. I cannot say that I will miss our friendship, primarily because it's been years since you have showed much interest in my life or offered me much support. I will say, though, that I am sorry to be ending a friendship of over twenty years’ duration with someone who I once considered as close as family, and I will miss hearing about your sons’ progress as they grow up.

Signed, S

Wedding photos

I really wish there was a way to post our professional photos on this blog; they turned out really great. Alas, the cost of the digital images themselves was too much to justify paying extra for them.

Instead here are a few shots taken by my mother-in-law before, during and after the ceremony.



Me post-spa and post-salon at lunch



MM and I at the beginning of the ceremony with our minister giving a traditional Hawaiian blessing (preceded by three blows on the conch shell)



Me smiling at the minister's banter (he was pretty funny)



MM and I looking at each other during the blessing



One of many kisses (this one after the exchange of leis). There were seven kisses during the ceremony alone: one after each of us said our vows; one after exchange of leis; one after exchange of rings; and one at the end.



Me blowing the minister's conch shell after the ceremony. It only took me two tries to get the right sound, though I wasn't nearly as loud as he was.



My MIL's version of a cute shot of the bouquet and our rings set up by the photographer/wedding coordinator



One of our posed shots after the ceremony. I love the long, multi-colored lei and the way the ocean looks in the background.



Another posed shot. Our videographer actually requested this one and then made MM do four (!) takes before he was satisfied. MM joked that the videographer "thinks he's Martin Scorcese." We were very happy with the way the video turned out, though, so it was worth it.

Christmas

We hosted Christmas Eve at our house, and then spent Christmas Day at my in-laws'. For Christmas Eve dinner, we had lasagna: an "M" family tradition since at least the early 1990s. I briefly considered making my own lasagna, but ended up getting it from Romano's Macaroni Grill instead.

Christmas Eve was the first time I've ever used my Noritake china which I received as a gift in 1990!



Sebastian posing in front of our faux fir on Christmas Eve. The number of presents doubled after MM's parents arrived.



The tree reflected in the mirror beside it



Hard to say from this photo whether Sebastian loves his Grandma J (my MIL, pictured) or just wants her leftover lasagna



Photographic proof that MM helps out around the house



Sebastian guarding his newest toy: a stuffed Spaniel from Ikea



Too tired even to wrestle with MM

Cuteness

A few shots of my friend K's kids from their visit last weekend.



This is her nine-year-old daughter. She was a bit more camera shy than her brother. A very sweet girl!



K with her nine-month-old son. Look at those cheeks!



The little guy on the move



Standing unassisted, using our couch for support