It's such a mixture of emotions.
When The Husband called and said "My papers went through. I'm coming back.", I felt betrayed. We had made elaborate plans to be the uber cool couple that'd backpack around the country and go hiking to the Himalayas with his parents and explore the history of Delhi (We went through a Mughal history phase that we wanted to implement) We would be there for all the birthdays and weddings and other family functions that we only got to see a week after it had been uploaded on Picasa. And now, I'd be out of a job waiting while our grant went through, which would take another 8 months, living in freaking Chicago.I hate big cities as much as I hate living here away from family.But atleast I'd be with him. A true honeymoon period. Where we're going to fight over who's going to do laundry and who's turn it is for the dishes.
9 days before he shows up.
14 days before my last day of work.
I'm excited for both.
I guess.
I don't know.
I probably will be blogging on a day to day basis.
The Husband and I have bloated up with such ease that it will be a painful journey to get back to the 115 pounds I'm striving for. I'm planning on starting a side blog that details our journey. I don't expect it to be a crash diet where we deprive ourselves off all the good things in life, but sort of a moderation thing. What do you do when have when you go out for a drink or dinner? What did we eat for breakfast that was healthy and required 5 minutes to prepare because we're both really not breakfast people and as the mantra goes "Breakfast really is the most fucking important meal of the day". We're going to hit a gym together. Alcohol will be the first to cut down on. After all the parties, I'm embarassed to walk up to Trader Joes and return 124 bottles. I'm going to let The Husband do that.
All in all, it's going to be a Sort of a Biggest Loser thing.
I don't know.
We'll see
:-)
When The Husband called and said "My papers went through. I'm coming back.", I felt betrayed. We had made elaborate plans to be the uber cool couple that'd backpack around the country and go hiking to the Himalayas with his parents and explore the history of Delhi (We went through a Mughal history phase that we wanted to implement) We would be there for all the birthdays and weddings and other family functions that we only got to see a week after it had been uploaded on Picasa. And now, I'd be out of a job waiting while our grant went through, which would take another 8 months, living in freaking Chicago.I hate big cities as much as I hate living here away from family.But atleast I'd be with him. A true honeymoon period. Where we're going to fight over who's going to do laundry and who's turn it is for the dishes.
9 days before he shows up.
14 days before my last day of work.
I'm excited for both.
I guess.
I don't know.
I probably will be blogging on a day to day basis.
The Husband and I have bloated up with such ease that it will be a painful journey to get back to the 115 pounds I'm striving for. I'm planning on starting a side blog that details our journey. I don't expect it to be a crash diet where we deprive ourselves off all the good things in life, but sort of a moderation thing. What do you do when have when you go out for a drink or dinner? What did we eat for breakfast that was healthy and required 5 minutes to prepare because we're both really not breakfast people and as the mantra goes "Breakfast really is the most fucking important meal of the day". We're going to hit a gym together. Alcohol will be the first to cut down on. After all the parties, I'm embarassed to walk up to Trader Joes and return 124 bottles. I'm going to let The Husband do that.
All in all, it's going to be a Sort of a Biggest Loser thing.
I don't know.
We'll see
:-)
2 comments:
Hi Suchi, just happened to come across your blog..I have always been a fan of your writing and sure enough it still lives up to how I remember you from a long time back :-) .. I hope things work out for you soon... Chin up and good luck!!
- Gayathri
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