I won't be IGNORED, Dan.

Anyone else never seen Fatal Attraction? I have heard all about Glen Close (love her!) and her psycho bunny-boiling character, but I had never actually seen the movie. So guess what SK and I watched last night while working out? Um, yeah...is that weird?

I can't work out and ONLY have the exercise DVD going. I need music or a movie or someone working out with me to occasionally talk to. I've tried just watching a tv show, but commercials bore me to tears (or bring on the ACTUAL tears...damn you, SPCA/Sarah McLaughlin) so I don't watch them, but constantly having to pause or fast forward through them is just a pain in the ass while trying to do jumping jacks.

SK and I are going to Cancun in November for a wedding and we are committed to getting into shape and not being the fat married couple on the beach. I never understood why some girls seemed to "let themselves go" after getting married, but you guys, SK and I definitely have spent more time going out to dinner, drinking wine and hanging on the couch than we have working out, and it totally shows. I haaate it. I want to have a body I can be proud of again. We both do.

We've changed our eating habits - ie: we're not ordering every meal - and we're both working out 5 or 6 times a week. I do the 30 Day Shred (which I LOVE) and occasionally run a few miles, and he alternates P90X and the Shred, and rides his bike or runs with his cross country team every morning. I totally believe we'll be in much better shape by November as long as we can stay motivated. We always do so well for a few weeks and then we totally fall off the wagon and have to start all over again.

And really, this isn't just weight that has magically appeared since May. I didn't look the way I wanted to at the wedding, either. And no, this isn't me fishing for compliments, this is me being honest about how lazy I have been the past 4 years. We joke all the time that "the love made us fat," because when we first started dating, we were both pretty thin. Now? Yeah, nahsomuch. But when you have someone telling you you're beautiful all the time or that you look handsome in that shirt, what does the extra 5 (or 15) pounds matter?

No more, says we. We're done with making excuses. We're going to work hard to feel and look better. I know my body has changed and I am fully aware that I will NEVER be 115 lbs (what I weighed when I graduated high school, which was BEFORE I sprouted boobs and hips...late bloomer, this one) again, and I am ok with that. I don't care what the scale says; I want to feel good in my clothes. I want to feel confident on the beach when I shed the cover-up. And yeah, I want my husband to have the hottest wife there ;)

Bring it on, Weight. I'm about to kick your fat ass.

Happy Tuuuuesday!

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