Days Until I Am Married: 30
Current Weight: 170
One month from today I will marry the woman I love. This is not a lot of time. I am hitting the home stretch, and I still have a ton of things left to do before the big day. It’s the kind of thing that can drive a man crazy. Yet it has not.
Despite how busy I have become, I find myself in a good spirits. My job is already working out much better than I had hoped it would and Megan and I are adjusting quite well to living in a city that neither one of us is necessarily excited about. We have yet to venture out of our little community, but so far this hasn’t really been necessary. We are enjoying long walks in our neighborhood’s lush surroundings as well as our nightly viewing of the cows across the street. Around dusk every nite the heard slowly meanders by our front porch. This has a profoundly calming effect, an evening matinee of black-and-white-spotted Buddhas out for a stroll. These odorless and noiseless cows have made life around the house quite relaxing.1
The cows have made coming home from work more enjoyable, but not nearly as much as the daily presents. So far we have received an average of one wedding gift in the mail every day this month. By the time the wedding rolls around we’re going to have a brand new kitchen set, and I’ll have the bar set of my dreams. This whole wedding thing is a real racket; I’m starting to feel like an extortionist. Not that I’m complaining.
I have also been quite busy hitting the gym in the past few weeks. My original weight loss goal for the year was to lose 30 pounds by the wedding. Well, the day after my birthday I realized that this would involve losing thirteen pounds in a little over five weeks. Recognizing this as an unrealistic goal, I committed myself to instead do my best to exercise and eat right as much as possible. I also vowed to give up alcohol until the wedding in an effort to cut out unnecessary calories.
Since then, I’ve done a really good job of exercising for at least one hour every day and eating right. So far I’ve lost two pounds, and I’m hoping more will start to fall off soon. So while I might not be as lean as I would like for the wedding, I think that I will still feel pretty darn good.
As you can see, I’ve kept pretty steady and low key over the past few weeks. Well, that is unless you count my bachelor party three day weekend in Las Vegas. But since whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I’m afraid I can’t comment on that weekend.2
With that being said, I will end my blog by looking ahead at the next month. I’ve got thirty days to pull together all of the details of what will be the most planned day of my life. I hope I can pull it all off and still manage to keep a smile on my face.
1 There has been one major exception. A couple of weekends ago while I was out of town, Megan was woken up at 3 a.m. by what she said sounded like a cow being slaughtered. She went out to the front porch to find a cow across the street giving birth. The noise coming from the cow was too loud to attempt a return to slumber, so Megan grabbed a seat on the porch and watched the birth of a calf. She named the calf Lil’ Meg.
2 This of course is complete bullshit. Vegas was 72 hours of nonstop excitement with five of my closest friends. However, this defiantly falls into the “things I shouldn’t blog about” category. Feel free to ask me about it, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.