Weight gain

I can't believe this.

I just stepped on a scale near my co-worker's desk and was shocked when the needle went past 125, past 130 and right on up to 140! Well, 139 to be exact.

Now, I will admit that I haven't weighed myself for over a year. The last time I went to the doctor I weighed in at about 127.

I knew I had gained some weight lately, but 139?!

An exercise plan is in the works for sure. The problem is I'm not very disciplined. It's hard for me to stay with a routine, so these next few weeks that I try to implement one will be more than a little difficult.

Any advice, or motivation, is much appreciated.

On a happier note...

Some friends and I got together at Photographer Val's to celebrate the 25th birthday of a fellow reporter last Friday. It wasn't much - just food, drank (yes, I said drank), conversation and laughs.

Here are some photos from the party entitled, "David joins the '25 is awesome' club."

The birthday boy and his cake.

Doesn't everyone look like they're having a really good time?

Paparazzi Val (who shot all these photos) strikes again.

Quite a few folks dropped by.

Me and the b/f.

Huddled in the kitchen is where we stayed most of the night.

The party also served to break-in Val's new house, which she bought last month. She's so grown up. Shoot, at 25, I guess we all are.

He's gone...

So, the boyfriend left this morning for his 6-month deployment. Around noon he started on a series of flights that will eventually land him in Iraq.

It was kind of weird this morning when we said goodbye. It was very similar to any other morning that he’d leave for work except the hug lasted a little longer, I had tears in my eyes and we both knew that instead of him coming back at the end of the day, he won’t be back until the end of the year.

I don’t know what I was expecting. Some long, drawn out proclamation of love? A promise of a blossoming future? I think we both knew we have to deal with the situation at hand and though those other thoughts and feelings have to be put on a back burner right now it doesn’t mean they don’t exist or aren’t important.

I’m really not handling it as well as I thought I would. I’ve been crying off and on since he left at 7:30 this morning. (Those that know me know that I’m EXTRA emotional.) I really want to be the strong girlfriend that knows this separation is only temporary and is confident her boyfriend will be back in December, unharmed. For some reason I just can’t be that person right now no matter how hard I try.

This weekend was spent packing, cleaning and just enjoying some down time. He even took me on a mini-tour of his job, showing me their training tools, different types of explosives and their equipment, like the robot they use to disarm bombs. Seeing some of that stuff gave me a better understanding of what he does and, I thought, calmed my fears a little. But all of that was forgotten this morning as he left my apartment.

But, I guess it may be too early to tell since this is only the first day. I can only hope that it gets easier and I can be the person he needs me to be.

Still, December 17 can’t get here fast enough.