Are Luke and I the only people who watched Skating With Celebrities? After my baby freak-out the other day, I knew I needed to bring back the funny STAT or risk having you all think I spend every night holding myself in the corner of my closet, mumbling some nonsense about Lucy falling from grace with the local mail carrier is all due to my taking a cashier job at the local Jewel. Only instead of inspiring laughter, I had people scratching their noggins and thinking, "The hell?" Way to alienate your readers, Frema.
Anyway, my cholesterol test. I wish I could say the doctor's weight-loss announcement was true. I wish I could say the ten bowls of Cheerios I had last month were enough to produce satisfactory results. But I can't. In fact, my "bad cholesterol" actually went UP a few points. Because I had talked to Mr. Doctor about getting off the pill and Luke's and my baby-making plans, his nurse explained he didn't want to prescribe a medication, so I need to continue adhering to my diet and start exercising several times a week, something I didn't even try to do before. On the bright side, at least I know what I've been doing wrong: still snacking too much, planting my bottom on the couch after work, etc. Imagine if I'd done everything to the letter and still got crappy news? Which is quite possible, since my mother's mother had a history of cholesterol problems before she died in 2000.
I'm disappointed the results weren't better. I'm disappointed in myself for not taking this more seriously. But it's water under the bridge now. All I can do is try harder.
Back in happier times, last weekend witnessed the rejuvenation of several pampering rituals, most of which should only be done in the sanctity of one's four walls; soaking in a bubble bath, buffing and painting my toenails, and letting my hair air dry, which, lo and behold, is just what it needed to curl properly in the absence of thirteen-dollar styling products. Luke and I also spent two hours uploading songs from old CD's so we could pawn the hard copies at a local music store. Approximately forty discs earned us twenty-seven bucks, but you'd have thought it was twenty-seven hundred the way we rushed back to the car and stared at the bills in awe. The world was ours! What to do with this power? New top from New York and Company? Additional accessories for Luke's iPod? Extra milk and pretzels to hold us over 'til pay day? In the end we treated ourselves to dinner at Applebee's, and I'm telling you, no two people had a better time there than us. We barely even talked--just being together in the presence of processed food was just what we needed to feel more in touch with the universe.
By the way, we also spent the majority of our Sunday browsing through pictures for our reception slide show. Therefore, be on the lookout for Frema's Life in Pictures, because oh, yes. It's coming.
I can't wait to see your pictures!!!
You guys are also brilliant about the cd's. I think I'm feelin inspired!!
Posted by: Lost a Sock | March 04, 2006 at 06:01 PM
Forget the cheerios, go for the oatmeal!
Posted by: butterflygirl | March 04, 2006 at 08:44 PM
I can't wait!!!
Posted by: PaintingChef | March 04, 2006 at 10:14 PM
Second to last paragraph, last sentence... I feel like I was there... pass the spinach dip. Glad you both had a nice treat.
Posted by: Number Twelve | March 06, 2006 at 03:07 AM
And we had a health-providing eternal walk on Saturday. Fortunately, it did not snow, or we might still be walking in a circle around the parking lot.
Posted by: molly | March 06, 2006 at 10:55 AM
Ah, the magic $27 can bring.
Posted by: Luke | March 06, 2006 at 01:39 PM
You stole our idea! We plan to sell our CDs off as well...we just currently lack the computer storage space to pull off such an elaborate ruse!
Posted by: David McNelis | March 06, 2006 at 05:08 PM
Ahh, selling cd's for cash.
As a typical penniless grad student, the cycle of burning, selling and (sometimes) rebuying is a constant feature of my "vita oeconomicus."
I, too, feel a great joy when the cash is handed over by that really mopey guy in the record store.
It almost feels like I did something wrong.
Posted by: Will Shannon | March 06, 2006 at 09:20 PM
Sounds like you had a good weekend. I'm sorry to hear about your cholesterol, just keep walking sista! I love you soooooooo much.
Posted by: Sambo V. | March 06, 2006 at 09:27 PM
In Australia "cheerios" are small red sausages - like mini hotdogs...so I was surprised to read that you ate 10 bowls! Then I realised what American "cheerios" actually are - oops
Posted by: verniciousknids | March 07, 2006 at 12:42 AM
I hate to be a wet blanket, but...if my experiences are any indication, I'd be leary about getting rid of the hard copies of that music. I've had my entire mp3 collection wiped out TWICE by faulty hard drives. I strongly urge you *at least* back up all that music to a second source....
....that is, unless I'm the only oddball that would consider death before losing all of his music.
Posted by: Phil | March 07, 2006 at 02:06 PM
Now is just the start of spring training time. I had a very long walk around a parking lot on Saturday. It was a fine start to my new beginning.
Posted by: Daddy D | March 07, 2006 at 08:56 PM
Holy crap. Great idea. I could get mega cash for all the CD's I have. And New York and Company....ahhh, a woman I can relate to. I can't wait to have this baby so I can actually shop there again (you know, with the money I won't have).
I'm so pumped about the slide show! I want to see pics.
Posted by: Hilary | March 07, 2006 at 09:04 PM
Good for you guys for treating yourselves.
(and isn't it sad how little we get when we sell our cd's? Sad!)
Can't wait for the Life in Pictures. Always a hit!
Posted by: Isabel | March 08, 2006 at 02:17 AM