Trying to be...
2003-08-11 - 2:45 p.m.
This has been a wonderful vacation. Relaxing, quality time with family and girlfriends, catching up on silly reading, clothing shopping, and time with my husband. I dread going back to work tomorrow because I realized that I really could get used to this "time off" thing.
This weekend I think I forgot that I was no longer in college. We went to a party for D's work - one of those free booze/free food/company propaganda nights. Well, let me clarify. By free food I mean there were some passed hors d'oevres, many of which looked too greasy or too meaty to consume. So in the entire time we were there I had 4 stalks of grilled asparagus, 1 sweet potato french fry, 1 bite of focaccia pizza, and a bite sized brownie.
And by free booze, I mean we went to town on Vodka tonics, and somehow I figured I could match my husband drink for drink. I am not a big drinker. And I really have not tied one on since before I started weight watchers in January of 2002. So somewhere after the 6th drink, I sort of lost track of the night.
Early in the evening, Dido performed an accoustic set, and she was just absolutely precious. Some other band played that I already forgot their name, but they were total indie rockers in sound, yet looked frighteningly like ZZ Top. We left before the Brand New came on, because I knew better than to pretend to remain vertical.
I don't remember the cab ride home. Well, I remember throwing up in the cab - ever so discreetly, D didn't even know it until the next morning. I also remember being let out somewhere other than our apartment, and having to walk several blocks. Neither D nor I remember how much the cab cost, or how much D paid the driver. We hope it was enough.
Came home, threw up some more, then passed out naked (at least I took my clothes off!). At 5:30 woke up, and decided that having this empty of a tummy was not a good idea, and made us some gnocci with cheese, we hung out and were silly, then both passed out again. I was up again at around 8, with a full on marching band playing in my skull, and channel surfed infomercials until D awoke at 10. What is it about being incapacitated that make infomercials the only thing I am able to watch. And by the way,every product looks fabulous when you are still drunk and reeling!
Between 10 and 1 I found myself on the bathroom floor several more times, and I just kept thinking "throwing up is atrocious....maybe I'm not ready to be pregnant because I don't know how I'll stand morning sickness" (this was a fleeting thought by the way....the same as the "I'll never touch booze again in my life!" promises we make to the higher ups when the bed starts spinning).
The rest of the day, me and D spent horizontal, napping and moaning (and a little you-know-what-ing). Occasionally we would switch from one couch to the other, to alleviate bed-sores, but otherwise, we ignored the phone, ate lots of greasy food, and slowly came back to this planet. we also went to bed at 9:30 last night and both slept through until the alarm went off at 7:30 this morning.
Moral of the story: Be very, very wary of "free booze and free food". Preferably, eat something substantial before arriving if you plan to partake in the former, for they are usually lacking in the latter.
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This morning I came to a realization. I know I've gained weight, and I'm at least 10 pounds (maybe 15?) up from when I reached my WW goal last fall, but today I looked at myself in the mirror and decided I like how I look. In fact, I went out to D and said "honey, I know I've gained weight, but I have to say, I am totally happy with how my body looks right now". And he replied "well, you KNOW I'm totally happy with how your body looks right now!" and we giggled. Even if this feeling only lasts a day or two, its nice to have it.
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D also declared that its time to step up our sexin'! He said "I think we just have to have a lot more sex and this baby thing will happen". Hell, who am I to disagree with such logic? So here we go....(as if it could really be that simple). I'll let you know next month if its had any effect on the progress.
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its hot in my apartment. Perhaps this could be correlated to the fact that I a)am simmering black beans on the stove, b)am roasting a spagetti squash in the oven, and c) have not turned on the air conditioner. Rocket scientist today, aren't I?
