Motivation-less...

Reunion pic, nice face Terra. 

Chris and I get married in exactly 6 months and 2 weeks.  WHOA.  That is exciting and terrifying all wrapped in one.  Exciting, because I will finally be able to marry my best friend and call him my husband.  Terrifying, because I still have 70 pounds to lose.  Not so I look perfect in my wedding dress, not because I don't want to be a "fat bride" but because if I don't get to 200 pounds, it will be very risky to get pregnant if it is even possible.  (I realize 200 pounds sounds incredibly large to the average woman, but I was healthy at 200 pounds, I was happy at 200 pounds, and I had the confidence of a super model at 200 pounds.) This brings me to my current state of being motivation-less.
This weekend I met up with some my college roommates.  My friend Regina summed it up best by saying, "we were each others influence in our 20's (Which is quite possibly an understatement because we lived and breathed each other every second of every day.)  It was then that a lot of us fell in love for the first time, fell out of love for the first time, laughed till our bellies hurt, cried till we had no more tears, and lived each and every day to the very fullest; all while drinking, dancing, and doing some occasional school work.  Meeting up with these girls was like going back in time, (No, we don't still sport the fashions of the turn of the century.) we just picked up, exactly where we left off and it was like no time had gone by, never mind that the last time we were all together was at least 5 years ago.  (Oh and add new boyfriends, fiance's, husbands, apartments, homes, babies, weddings, and continuing education, oh and of course wrinkles, weight gain (I speak only for myself on this one), and better cars.)

Ugly feet, don't worry they aren't mine.

Speaking of being motivation-less, I have been writing this blog since January 9th.  It has no more direction now, than it did then, and if I weren't saddened by the act of deleting my thoughts (be them pointless and dumb) I would stop writing right now.
In closing, I am a prisoner of the 270s, AGAIN.  DAMMIT, it makes me mad.  However, I am working out at the gym, AGAIN, which I loathe.  I have been four times this week and done 30 minutes of cardio each time and even worked in some arm weights and abs, or as I like to call it bending of the stomach, as I am not certain I actually have abs in there.
Banishing the 270s and finding my abs.
XO.

Terra