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One Year Ago Today

10 Apr

. . . Zach and I were married on the Santa Monica Pier. It was one of the most amazing days of my life.

It’s hard to put into words how we felt that weekend. I just remember feeling surrounded, almost overwhelmed, with warmth and love.

It was really overcast in the morning and I kept hoping the sun would come out at some point. It did.

There is an old Zoltar fortune telling machine (like in the movie Big) in front of the arcade. We put a dollar in on our way to the ceremony. Our fortune that day was so perfect. I’ve got it in a frame hanging on our wall now.

It said, “Yes, you’ve been up against it at times, and fate has been at the bottom of it all. Now you can look ahead to better times. You will dream about sun and that will be the beginning of a bright future . . . ”

Interesting sidenote: we almost changed our venue at the last minute to the Victorian on Main St. I’m so glad we didn’t. Looking at the photos I can’t imagine our wedding anywhere else.

Join me on a little trip down memory lane.

This might just be my favorite picture from the day. Look at those colors!

Right before the ceremony, Zach’s brother/Best Man brought us into the bar at Mariasol for a quick drink to calm the nerves. We met a random group of drunk people. This is Zach’s favorite shot.

This is my other favorite picture of the day. Surrounded by friends and family.

Zoom in on this panoramic shot of our reception at Mariasol, taken by Mick West.

To all our friends and family, thank you for sharing such a special occasion with us. You made us feel like rock stars that day.

Happy anniversary, Zach. This has been the best year of my life!

(Photos by Patrick Chai, Christiane Ingenthron, Brian Solis, Mick West, and Ben Stragnell.)

Has It Really Been a Year Already?!?

4 Apr

I can’t believe it but Zach and I are getting ready to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. This year has absolutely flown by. But that old cliché is true. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”  And this year has been an absolute blast.

To celebrate, Zach is taking me to Mammoth. I know. I know. We go there all the time. But this time, we’re staying at the Village. Which is one of the nicer, more romantic spots in town. (And there is snow in the forecast for Friday so hopefully it will look like this picture.)

Originally, I had our little red velvet wedding cake in the freezer which I had planned to save for our anniversary. But I really wanted to eat it while it was still semi-fresh so I convinced Zach to eat it on our 1 monthversary. I did save a couple of slices though so I’ll take them with us to Mammoth. (And if they taste like crap, we can always buy another pint of Ben & Jerry’s Red Velvet Cake ice cream . . .)

Since we won’t be in town for our actual anniversary, we got on our bikes on Sunday and rode down to visit our wedding spot – the Santa Monica Pier.

We got a new fortune from Zoltar.

Had our picture taken in the old taxi cab.

Stopped by Mariasol for a couple of drinks.

And paid a visit to the public observation deck, where we said our vows one year ago.

You may be wondering what I’m getting Zach for our anniversary. I told him about it yesterday since it won’t be ready for a while.

I am buying us a plaque with our names and wedding date which will eventually be installed on the wooden steps leading up to the observation deck.

I really like the idea of having our names permanently attached to this place that has become so important to us. Someone suggested we have our picture taken next to the plaque every year on our anniversary. I like that idea. Hopefully, we’ll collect at least 50 of those.

Let’s Talk About Fat, Properties of Fat . . .

9 Feb

This is a subject I think about a lot. If you’ve only known me for a few years you may or may not know that I spent most of my life as a chubby girl and dropped about 30 lbs back in 2004. For reasons I won’t go into here, I joined Weight Watchers and got pretty serious about working out.

I managed to successfully keep all of it off until shortly after getting engaged to and moving in with Zach. We were having such a good time cooking dinner together and indulging ourselves with wine pretty much every night of the week that I proceeded to gain back around 10 lbs. Which isn’t *too* bad but still.

When we finally set our wedding date, I joined WW again but this time I signed up for the online version. There was no way I was going to those meetings again.  I started back up in November 2009 (right before Thanksgiving!!) and lost those 10 lbs by February 2010 or so. Plenty of time for our April wedding.

A wedding is the ultimate motivation. I got into pretty awesome shape, if I do say so myself. (Side note: I used to hate my fat arms so much that I would never leave the house without a black cardigan. Even when it was 100 degrees out.)  I can look back on my wedding pictures and be proud of the fact that my arms looked awesome in my strapless dress on my wedding day. I did not need a black cardigan. (Even though I fully wore one later in the evening anyway. Some habits die hard.)

So here I am, almost a year (!) later and guess what? Those 10 lbs are back. I know “they” say the first year of marriage is the hardest. Not in this house! I would even say we’ve been on our honeymoon ever since, back to the old bad habit of not giving a damn and just doing, eating, and drinking whatever we want whenever we want.

Which is great. I’m really enjoying married life. But, dude! I gained back the 10 lbs that I *just* lost?!?! Again? That sucks so much! Why did I let it slip out of my hands again?

I guess 10 lbs is my threshold. I cannot let it go beyond that. Time to get serious again. Um, especially since we’re going to JAMAICA in May for a wedding!!

So anyway, I’m back on WW. Counting points. Trying to make better choices more often. (This recipe my mother-in-law sent me the other day is probably not a good idea, right? http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/bacon-cheeseburger-meatloaf-recipe/index.html)

Which reminds me . . . I think I need to go to facebook and untag a couple of pics somebody posted of me from back in college. Yikes.