Cutting Sweets Out of My Diet and The Emotional Turmoil that Ensued

In less less than 78 hours, I’ll be “allowed” to eat sweets, glorious, glorious sweets. To be honest, I can’t even remember why I gave  them up in the first place. I’m not particularly religious, so I wouldn’t say it was for Lent. But, even if I had done it for Lent, I should get some extra points from God/the universe/Jim Caviezel  for starting this ~journey~ a full week in advance. Take that, Catholics!

Regardless of why I gave up sugar, the point is I succeeded (so far, anyway) — but damn was it an emotional topsy-turvy ride. In fact, I can pretty much narrow the last seven or so weeks into stages, best represented by what else — gifs! This is the internet, right?

Week 1: Backpedaling Already

I bet most people start challenges with an upbeat, can-do attitude. Not this girl. Nope, no way. In fact, I spent the first week trying to determine who knew about my master plan. If I gave up, how many people would give me a hard time?


Turns out, the answer to that question was three people — three stupid-faced people whom I just couldn’t stand to have making fun of me. It was officially time to say goodbye to my nightly candy bar.

Weeks 2 – 4: Sugar? Oh, I don’t eat that.
I’m going to skim over these weeks and just say this — I was feeling overconfident. So overconfident that I may have gotten a bit…preachy. I’m not proud of it, and I sincerely apologize to that girl at work whom I publicly shamed for eating a cookie for breakfast. Hypocrite of the year, right here.

Week 5: A Red Sun Rises
I’m pretty sure you get what I’m saying here, right? OH GOD THE CRAVINGS. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy (Amanda from Big Brother).

Weeks 6 – 7: The Homestretch
Honestly, I’m proud of my accomplishment — because, for me, it seriously was a huge one. But, I’m just so sick of pretending that I wouldn’t be eating my Wednesday-night container of Cool Whip right now if it wasn’t for this stupid-ass commitment I made to myself.

Weekend, where did you go?

I’m staring typical Monday madness in the face and having a wee bit of trouble concentrating. So, let’s talk about better times — aka this weekend:

  • I got wedding fever, and I got it bad. If I show Tristan one more picture of a save the date, or ask him one more question about his cake topper preference, he might actually slap me. The poor guy had to listen to me yammer about the most inane things pretty much all weekend, as my eyes were glued to Pinterest, the Atlantis website, Wedding Wire, the Knot, etc. Once I got sucked in, I couldn’t stop! It’s so addicting — especially the wedding forums. Oh my god the wedding forums. I wasn’t reading these for ideas/tips/etc., but just for the pure drama. It’s like a reality show novella.  Hurt feelings, twisted words, and cat fights left and right.
  • By the way, this is where we’re hoping to have the wedding. We’re putting down the deposit this week!

  • Aside from Pinteresting, we did manage to get outside and enjoy some of the beautiful weather. Spring might actually be here to stay (knock on wood)! On Sunday, we walked a little over a mile to Sports Authority, where Tristan bought me a new pair of Nike pants for no reason at all (I’m a lucky gal).We hit the record store, too, and I’m happy to report that I’m now the proud owner of a Spinners album…which means I can lose my mind to “Rubberband Man” the way God intended. (Sidenote: I am quite seriously walking down the aisle to that song).
  • Later, we hopped on a couple of Divvy bikes and rode down to Q Barbecue for some delicious pulled pork, burnt ends (lord, help me), and a sweet potato with fried chicken in it. That’s right, a sweet potato with fried chicken mixed in. Food on the weekends is truly the greatest thing I know.

Hmm, I guess that’s really all I got. It’s pretty funny how these little things seem so great…until I write them out and realize how boring we actually are.

Back to beating my head against the wall at work, I s’pose.

Over the past two days, I’ve left my engagement ring in the bathroom not once, but twice. The first time, I was sitting in my CEO’s office with my boss, when I looked down and noticed that my finger was missing its ~sparkle.~  For reference, interrupting your CEO mid-sentence to yell, “Guys! I gotta go, I think I left my engagement ring in the bathroom!” is more awkward than you’d imagine. Thankfully, he was understanding and encouraged me to “Run! Run!”

As for the second time, I don’t know if I ever would have noticed that I didn’t have the damn thing  – at least not until I got home. In fact, the only reason I did notice is because I saw it sitting on the bathroom sink on my way out of the office. What if I went home for the weekend without it?  THE HORROR.

Looks like I shouldn’t be taking it off to wash my hands, huh? After all, third time’s the charm, right?

Oh god, save me.

Things I’ve Learned While Planning My Wedding: Part 1

  • We’ve been emailing a few resorts in the Bahamas and, so far, the results have been pretty consistent:weddings cost a lot of money.
  • Apparently, venues will charge you for everything and anything they can, from the chairs at the ceremony to something called “cake service” — which, turns out, is not the cost of the cake, but the cost of the wait staff cutting the cake. Give me a knife. I got this.
  • You need to be a “resident” of the Bahamas for 48 hours before you can marry there. In other words, you need to start your vacation two days before your wedding. No problem there!
  • The cost for a five-piece junkanoo band (aka my dream) runs about $1,000/hour.
  • Wedding cakes are a tricky business for the Bahamas. Apparently, the buttercream is too delicate to withstand the heat and humidity of the islands, which means I have three options — get a cake covered in fondant and hope for the best, have the reception inside, or get a faux cake for show/pictures, while the real cake — a simple sheet — is kept safely inside. What’s even more interesting is that the faux cake costs more than the real cake ($1,000/layer compared to around $600 for the actual cake, according to the little research I’ve done).
  • If your groom says, “All I ask is that at least half of the ceremony be in English,” you might be a little too controlling. Really, Tristan? That’s all you want?

Busy Weekend with Some Big News

Woowee I had an exhausting and all-around very eventful / productive weekend. Real talk, though — I didn’t run the Shamrock Shuffle. We were just too busy for it, which is rare, but true. Womp womp.

Why were we so busy? Here’s the big news — Tristan moved in with me. It was completely unexpected, as we were aiming for him to move in this summer, but he was able to get out of his lease on the condition he’d clear out all of his stuff and give the place a good wipe down by today. Mission accepted and mission accomplished, and now I suddenly have a very permanent roommate. And we’ll suddenly have an extra $1,000 of scratch laying around each month.

I’m not going to talk at great length about the move itself; but just know that it was a long and painful process (around 13 hours or so on Saturday) involving a Home Depot truck full of trash, a giant (and heavy!) mattress, and a ping pong table. All of which we moved completely by ourselves. Yay, teamwork. Though, I’m not too happy to learn that I’m apparently marrying a hoarder. That stops now though. There will be no extraneous stuff lying around my…er, I mean our…house. Nuh uh.

To be honest, it’s already kind of driving me crazy that my living room has been conquered by piles of clothing, a few pieces of extra furniture, etc. I fully expect it’ll take me a few weeks to get used to him always being around, and I’ve actually already come across some…questions…about how these living arrangements will work. Perhaps a post for a later day…

After spending all day moving on Saturday, we had to tie up some loose end on Sunday morning, before heading out to Algonquin to a) attend a bridal expo (nope, not kidding); and b) enjoy Fudruckers with my parents. And then back to the city and over to Little Italy to have dinner with Tristan’s uncle and sister. We broke the news at dinner that we’d be having a destination wedding. They seemed less excited than I was hoping, but I guess it’s understandable. After all, we’re pretty much mandating where and when they’ll use a handful of their hard-earned vacation days next year, just so we can get married on a beach.

Speaking of the wedding, we have nixed Greece from the running, as a 9+ hour flight followed by an 8 or so hour ferry ride just seemed like too much traveling for a wedding party. Instead, we’ve decided on the Bahamas. It was a toss up between that and the Cayman Islands, but yesterday (I think) we finally made a decision.

Alright, that’s all I got. I’m supremely busy at work this week, which is a bummer considering how beautiful it is outside. I’ve got that last-day-of-school feeling running through my veins – pretty unfortunate considering this whole “I work 9-5 thing” has no foreseeable end.