Random nothings

Hello all!

It has been far too long since I wrote a new post. There have been several times over the past couple weeks that I thought about it, but then was like, "Nah." I apologize for the hiatus. Since it's been such a long time, I think I'll take a page out of my friend Erin's book and write a random post just to catch up and fill space. Because I can.

(You should TOTALLY click the link for Erin's blog. She's hilarious, and her baby is adorable, and her blog is #5 on Top Mommy Blogs. Pretty impressive.)

Probably the most notable thing that's happened since I last wrote was Chris and I had our one year wedding anniversary. I can't believe it's already been a year! Where has the time gone?! The month or so leading up to the date we tossed around ideas to go on a weekend trip or stay in a hotel or do something fun and off the wall. In the end, we decided to keep it low key because we don't have to have lavish gifts and celebrations to show that we still love each other. (Actually, we did it because we're poor. I'd totally live a lavish life if I could, let's be real.)

We ended up staying home most of the weekend just spending time together. He usually works evenings on the weekends, but he took Saturday and Sunday off so we could have both days to ourselves. We did yard work and house work, worked in our garden, built the beginnings of a fire pit, ate sushi, walked around Barnes and Noble, and drank together on the couch while watching our favorite stupid TV shows. Ah, paradise :)

Speaking of gardens, we planted one! And it's growing!!

It's so cute!

Sink full o' lettuce.

My mom and grandma have gardened my whole life and I HATED helping out as a kid, but watching my own efforts grow and picking my own produce really is fun and rewarding. (I get it now, Mom. Sorry for being a pill when I was younger.) Right now all that's ready is lettuce and spinach, but it's still awesome to come home and eat a salad for lunch that I grew and picked with my own hands. And I'm eating organic food without even trying! (Although I hope our lack of pesticide/chemical usage doesn't come back to bite us in the butt later when we go out to the yard and discover everything has been eaten by ants or something. Oh well.)

I got to visit with my adorably pregnant friend Anna and my wonderful, delightfully snarky friend Michael earlier this week. Besides Christmas, my semi-annual Michael reunions are probably my favorite times of year! And Chris FINALLY got to meet him. Isn't it a little sad when two of the most important men in my life have never met face to face, even after I've been with the hubs for almost four years? Well we don't have to worry about that now, because they've shaken hands and made small talk and laughed at me together and all is right with the world. I love you Michael, and can't wait to see you again in another six months probably!

My younger sister is leaving to work at a Younglife camp for the next five weeks, so tonight we went to the new pizza place, il Lazzarone, with my parents to hang out and try the much-anticipated pizza. It was delicious! The staff still has several kinks to work out regarding waiting tables professionally, getting food out in a reasonable time frame, and having enough products to last the whole night (they ran out of dough both yesterday and today and had to turn away upset customers). However, the quality of the food more than makes up for it, and hopefully they'll have a good following once things slow down a bit. I'm really liking where the St. Joe food scene has been heading recently.

I can't remember the actual dates, but I have follow-up appointments with both my primary doctor and the endocrinologist in June. For the past few days, I've been trying to come up with excuses as to why I haven't lost any weight in three months. I don't have a good excuse. Did I stop trying? Is there something wrong with me that's causing all this self sabotage? I don't know. Ugh. It's a constant uphill battle. One thing I've realized about myself is that in my mind, I don't think I should have to be super strict about what I eat. I don't want to be like those weight loss success story people in Women's Day magazine who eat nothing but kale and water for a year to shed pounds. I'm hungry ALL the time. I'm not exaggerating. So why should I deprive myself of delicious things? I deserve to enjoy what I eat just as much as the next person, and just because I'm overweight doesn't mean I need to resort to something drastic and boring and terrible. Right?

Whatever. I guess we'll see once I go to the doctor. Is it awful for me to say that I kind of hope she'll prescribe me something to help give me a boost? Yeah, I know it's awful. Sorry for suggesting it. Diet pills aren't the answer, kids.

Lastly, I've decided to join Instagram. I know I'm a few years behind the times and that I used to scoff at people who had it, but it's high time I see what all the fuss is about. Plus I love food so much that maybe following healthy Instagram foodporn accounts will inspire me to try new things. Also, photographing my own food (as annoying as that can be to some people) might be a good way to hold myself accountable for the things I do eat, prompting me to rotate more greens and fresh veggies into the mix of pizzas and mac 'n cheese. Fair warning: If you decide to follow me, there will be dog pictures. Probably a lot of them. Because Chris and I's lives basically revolve around those two dinguses. My name is BWilson525, so look me up!