Wedding Bells and Carb Withdrawl

Man, it's been a long time since my last post. I have had tons to say but apparently not tons of time to get it written down.

So the biggest news of this month is that Jon and I decided to get married, and soon. We didn't have some big proposal situation, or some far off plans, and no, this is not a shotgun wedding by any stretch (six kids is way more than enough for either of us!). No, we just have known since the minute we met that we wanted to be married, and suddenly now just feels like the time. We went through many different ideas for what we wanted to do, and when it comes right down to it, we can't afford and don't really want a big wedding, we can't afford to run off somewhere with our kids and elope. We just want to have a small gathering in our home that we love. So there you go. In four weeks.

We are excited and also pretty relaxed about it. It is the natural progression of what we have already started. We love each other and we are psyched about sharing our commitment with some of our loved ones. And we love a good party.

The other thing that happened this week is that Jon was diagnosed as a type II diabetic. Shit. This means that our jolly fat person lifestyle can go on no more. We have put away the sugar and refined carbs (also known as joy) and have grabbed the reigns of righteousness in order to not die too young. Ugh, it's depressing, even though we both know it's good. The carb addiction runs pretty deep and has been suctioned to both of us for many, many years. Jon had a headache for the first four days, and I am currently the grumpiest person on earth because I would give my left arm for a bagel. It fucking sucks, but it is also probably the best wake up call we could have gotten, and just in the nick of time as apparently we aren't getting any younger.

So hooray for marriage, boo for diabetes, and yay to embracing life as it comes, as there's not much else you can do.