Belle writes a lovely account of her wedding day, which happened seven years ago yesterday, here. Congratulations and happy anniversary!
Mr. Shrinking Knitter asked me to marry him a year ago today. We'd been living together since 1997, and dated off and on for four years prior to my moving to the Middle of Nowhere. We were talking yesterday about just how much better our relationship is now that we're married. He said we seem to get along better than any other couple he knows.
He's a shrink, so I'm not sure that's all that remarkable. But, still, we get along much better married than we did shacking up. Surprisingly so!
Adam's surgery went well. I don't know when he'll be able to start running again, but I'm glad he checked in.
Jonathan reminds us – well, me, anyway – to take things one step at a time. I'm so guilty of all-or-nothing thinking, frequently and unwittingly setting myself up for a fall. Two of his examples, cutting out sweets and not eating in the evening, are strategies I've unsuccessfully employed time and time again. And it occurs to me, just reading this, that instead of telling myself what I can't do or have, it might be beneficial to add some truly wonderful things to my regular day-in, day-out routine – not as a reward for "good" behavior. Hmmmmm.
Need a good dessert recipe for Memorial Day weekend? PQ recommends this strawberry cheesecake from the Cooking Light website. And speaking of PQ, I've been reading her archives from the very beginning. Again. False starts, small successes, simple changes and, finally, steady downward progress. Great inspiration! And be sure to check out her biceps!
If you haven't guessed already, I don't have much to say today; thus, the hijacking from others' blogs. I didn't walk outside yesterday, after all. Rest days are scheduled for a reason, and rest days after long-run days are vitally important. Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I took his mother to church and out for dinner, where I ate reasonably well. I spent most of the day scanning photos for a DVD slideshow due by the end of this month. I also designed a CD cover for a party-favor project.
I did take a short break in the late afternoon to lift weights. Got a little more than halfway through the routine and started feeling lightheaded, sweaty and nauseous, with a few heart palpitations thrown in just to scare me. Mr. Shrinking Knitter was very reassuring; I think he checked my pulse half a dozen times during the evening. No further incidents. Note that I didn't have a bit of trouble putting the weights down and walking away. Heh.