1. Oh, It's On Now. It is So On.

This morning I woke up and thought, "I want an elliptical machine."  I've been thinking idly about joining a gym for the last week or so, but I am such a hermit that it really becomes daunting: the dressing, the drive, the parking, the hauling stuff...to go to the gym.  There is one at work but God knows I don't want to work OUT with the people I work WITH.  So really, home equipment is really the way to go.
I love my husband.  I told him I thought we should get one and he, also wanting to get in shape, immediately agreed.  A trip to the store, back home to haul the pieces in, and then after a two-hour assembly project in the spare bedroom, he presented me with - taadaa!!! - a wonderful new high-quality nearly-gym-caliber calorie burning machine.  Yay!  So no excuses now, every single day I am going to be on that thing.

Last night was weird.  I drank way too much red wine, read a book, and listened to music.  It was weird though.  Maybe my sense of time was off at some point, but it seemed like I finished a glass of wine in no time at all.  Like I was just pacing the floor between the liquor cabinet and the couch, each time with a full glass.  I know it couldn't have happened like that.
I didn't do a final calorie count yesterday since I have no true idea of just how many glasses I had.  Today was a party at my in-laws, so more wine, but I think food-wise I did pretty good.  My MIL and SIL make that pretty easy, really.
When I first met my husband, I was 117 pounds.  Now I am 147.  Yeeeaaaahhh.  He likes to say he "made me eat" and it is true to an extent.  But really, I just got too comfortable and thought I could eat like a "normal person".  I just hope it isn't too late to change BACK into my older, better habits.  We fmet when I was 23 years old.  I'm 31 now, and have been at my heavier weights for about 5 or 6 years, on and off.  God that sounds awful.  Well, now that I am officially into my 30s I am ready for a major change.  I can always look fondly back at my memories of "the years I let myself go", but I cannot go on eating like a normal person.  I just can't.  My body is far too efficient and I don't want to be matronly.  I want to be one of those understatedly elegant women.  There is nothing elegant or chic about extra flab.