So I got enough responses that I thought this was worth a day two entry. Adam, n.p. means not paginated (sorry they make us use APA format instead of MLA in the engineering school).
So my morning started at 6:50 with my alarm going off; plenty of time for my run. Unfortunately it takes a lot less energy to hit the snooze button than it does to actually get out of bed. I guess the fact that Hudson was up a lot more than usual last night had something to do with it.
Ironically we had a Mexican smorgasbord for dinner including but not limited to chimichangas, saffron rice, pinto beans, fresh pineapple, home made guacamole and chips. We wont get into dessert.
So tomorrow morning I will get my Mexican laden stomach out of bed and run...er...jog.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sympathy Pregnancy
So we have actually attempted to post stuff to our blog in the past 8 months, however each video we tried to upload has been rejected. This leaves us too angry to finish a post and we scrap the whole thing. However, I'm pretty sure I've talked to everyone lately so I wont bother with "bringing every one up to speed" on what's going on around here. Needless to say, all is well.
I did have a funny realization today, well actually this past month. It all started on September 30th. Katie and I were in Culpeper to go to our dentist appointments so of course we made a date out of it. After our cleaning we went straight to a fancy chocolate shop and bought way too much overpriced chocolate that we did not feel guilty about at all. Of course we didn't give any to our children simply because they wouldn't be able to appreciate the "exquisite and sensual flavors" as the rather flamboyant chocolateer put it.
Next we tried our luck at the lottery that is Goodwill. I found a nice pair of name brand jeans that looked new and Katie found a nice top (I think, it has been a few weeks). The only funny thing was that the jeans were a bit snug, however they were a 32 waist (which has always been my size). So I bought them. They continue to be snug but as Mike Rowe says in his commercial, "they make my butt look good."
The next realization was this weekend when I bought my first business suit for my first business interview this upcoming Wednesday.
"What pant size do you wear?", asked the tailor.
"32", replied the patron. He fetched the 32 for me and a tried it on. Now it wasn't quite the Battle of the Bulge but it was snug. So I walked out. He asked me to tuck my shirt in and then suggested a 34. The real shock came when I tried on the 34 and the tailor said, "well once we let those out a little bit they should fit great." I must have gone a little pale because he added that "we all gain a little weight as we get older". At this point I couldn't decide whether to be more upset that I'm a 34 and change around the middle or the fact that I'm 23 and already "getting older".
The final shocker was this morning when I stepped on the scale to reveal the number 170. Yup I've gained 16 lbs this year which is more than double what Katie has gained her entire pregnancy. Of course I have been a little over dramatic about this all day, which amused Katie for about 10 minutes and then became annoying. I decided that my diet wasn't the problem. Fancy chocolates are few and far between, fast food is an occasional treat, and everything we eat at home is made from scratch (with no bacon grease contrary to Dad's beliefs). So maybe some exercise is in order.
Tomorrow morning I will start my new routine of jogging (working up to a run) for half an hour followed by some well intended, poorly executed sit ups and push ups. I'm sure this wont last long, and I'm speaking about the workout routine not the new waist size.
P.S. To my well read siblings. I realize my grammar, sentence/paragraph structure and use of passive voice is atrocious. However, I'm an engineering student and "frankly my dear I don't give a--" (Gone with the Wind, 1939, n.p.)
I did have a funny realization today, well actually this past month. It all started on September 30th. Katie and I were in Culpeper to go to our dentist appointments so of course we made a date out of it. After our cleaning we went straight to a fancy chocolate shop and bought way too much overpriced chocolate that we did not feel guilty about at all. Of course we didn't give any to our children simply because they wouldn't be able to appreciate the "exquisite and sensual flavors" as the rather flamboyant chocolateer put it.
Next we tried our luck at the lottery that is Goodwill. I found a nice pair of name brand jeans that looked new and Katie found a nice top (I think, it has been a few weeks). The only funny thing was that the jeans were a bit snug, however they were a 32 waist (which has always been my size). So I bought them. They continue to be snug but as Mike Rowe says in his commercial, "they make my butt look good."
The next realization was this weekend when I bought my first business suit for my first business interview this upcoming Wednesday.
"What pant size do you wear?", asked the tailor.
"32", replied the patron. He fetched the 32 for me and a tried it on. Now it wasn't quite the Battle of the Bulge but it was snug. So I walked out. He asked me to tuck my shirt in and then suggested a 34. The real shock came when I tried on the 34 and the tailor said, "well once we let those out a little bit they should fit great." I must have gone a little pale because he added that "we all gain a little weight as we get older". At this point I couldn't decide whether to be more upset that I'm a 34 and change around the middle or the fact that I'm 23 and already "getting older".
The final shocker was this morning when I stepped on the scale to reveal the number 170. Yup I've gained 16 lbs this year which is more than double what Katie has gained her entire pregnancy. Of course I have been a little over dramatic about this all day, which amused Katie for about 10 minutes and then became annoying. I decided that my diet wasn't the problem. Fancy chocolates are few and far between, fast food is an occasional treat, and everything we eat at home is made from scratch (with no bacon grease contrary to Dad's beliefs). So maybe some exercise is in order.
Tomorrow morning I will start my new routine of jogging (working up to a run) for half an hour followed by some well intended, poorly executed sit ups and push ups. I'm sure this wont last long, and I'm speaking about the workout routine not the new waist size.
P.S. To my well read siblings. I realize my grammar, sentence/paragraph structure and use of passive voice is atrocious. However, I'm an engineering student and "frankly my dear I don't give a--" (Gone with the Wind, 1939, n.p.)
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