With one more week to go to the big day, the focus has shifted dramatically away from planning to doing. Today, we are picking up the first out of town guest and they’ll keep arriving through the week. This is shaping up to be a great event. At the same time, we are still busy spinning through our lives while moving rapidly towards the 25th. It was last night, on my way to the hike in Griffith Park, that it suddenly hit me. We are really going to do this. Next week I’m going to get married! In one big moment it shifted from planning this marvelous event that “might be held for some unknown person at some undetermined time” to “it’s me and it will be next week.” I took a deep breath after that realization and then a great feeling of happiness spread through my body. Yes, I’m getting married to Jeff, my wonderful man and all our friends and families will be there.
On this background, I’ve been checking off the downward ticks of the bathroom scale without much surprise but great enthusiasm. Though news that my sweet tooth has left me for good were premature. Last Saturday, Jeff and I had tea at the Huntington Library, the large public garden and art collection in Pasadena. Tea at the Huntington is about the gayest thing two men can do in public without running the danger of being arrested. The scene at the tearoom is dominated by women throwing wedding showers for their girlfriends and wizened old ladies. Though it is the perfect spot to get a feel for the old-moneyed Pasadena crowd.
Tearoom fare, it turned out, is still awfully tempting to me. All the little lemon bars, pecan cake slices, chocolate crème filled chocolate shells, tarts and fruit breads. Not to mention the salmon, spicy egg salad, and prosciutto with pear sandwiches. Followed by strawberries and crème, fruits and other tasty bits. Suffice it to say, the next day I came in two pounds heavier. Though I really didn’t have much time for feelings of guilt. It had just been too good to turn down.
A much stricter approach to my diet was followed by a steady pound-a-day drop throughout the week until I came in at a steady 172.5 pounds this morning, same as yesterday. If I shaved off just another pound by next week, well, I guess I’d call that success. If not, it’s good too. Hey, I even put on the pants I bought four-and-a-half years ago, when I last was in good physical shape and thought, I’d take off a few more pounds soon. They were tight then. Today the pants did indeed close without drastic measures. Not quite enough room yet to comfortably put a shirt in the waistband too but it is still close to a two-size drop. It still made me feel great and I skipped around the apartment a bit and forced Jeff to tell me how happy he was for me. He’s such a sweetheart.
|October 3, 2008||October 11, 2008||October 17, 2008|
|Weight||176.5 lb||174.0 lb||172.5 lb|
|Waist to Hip Ratio||0.92||–||–|
|Quality of Life||80%||90%||100%|
|Thoughts||Still tight.||Getting there.||One more week.|