One Year ago....

One year ago today G and I were married... Our first anniversary is making me think of when we first met, as today also happens to be the day we met three years ago. Yes we got married two years to the day we met.

I thought in my good mood, I would tell write about how I met my Prince Charming...

As you can see from this pic, we met online, on a dating site, connected to a club we both attended. We first chatted via  email message in October 2006, and then lost touch, then met again in April 2007, and this time quickly decided we would move straight to talking on the phone before meeting for our first date on 25th April 2007. We already felt we knew each other quite well, but being fairly cyncial I had convinced myself we would hate each other on site... luckily that didnt happen.

We went from our first date that week, and it was a midweek date, to about four dates that first week. By the following week, he told me he loved me. He's hugely embarrassed about this now, saying it must have been longer but I know it wasn't.

After five months together, we went off to Tunisia on holiday, and there was a definite change from then onwards. In the preparations for our wedding, G told the Vicar in one of our many pre meets, that for him, it was when he properly knew that we were permanent. I already knew.

On 25th December 2007, at about 8am, a naked G jumped out of bed, ran around my side, kneeled on the floor and proposed to me!!! With tears running down my face, I of course said yes. When we got to my Nan's house several hours later, with my hand tucked in my pocket to hide the ring, my little niece told me Father Christmas brought her some bling, and I pulled my hand out of my pocket and shouted he brought me some too!!!

We'd already put my flat on the market by December, and so the next few months focused on the selling of that and finding somewhere new for us. My family already had my brother's wedding in August to concentrate on, so we let them be the focus for a while...

We had a small engagement do in February at my parents house, and by May had sold my flat and moved in with my parents while we waited for the sale of our new (old) house to go through!!

At the same time, my Mum had discovered a hidden treasure of an old house that she thought was perfect for our wedding. We visited and decided immediately without ever viewing another venue that yes it was perfect. We booked the date, and it was all systems go!

By June we got our house and worked for two months stripping walls before moving in, well moving into our bedroom. Every where else was a bomb site!

We worked hard all year, on the house, and me planning our wedding. By December, just before the invites which I handmade went out, we madly decided to not get married at our venue, but instead to get married at the church my parents got married at, and then onto the venue for food and party! This was what I had wanted all along; G had been very scared of the whole church wedding scenerio, but thank heavens changed his mind. Luckily for us, the law changed re churchs you can marry in, in October to allow us to marry in this church, not in our parish!




This was the day I found my wedding dress! I think you can tell by my face how excited I was! It was exactly what I was looking for, simple, shapely with some lovely sparkle on it! I prefer to let my jewellry do the talking!

My brother made my wedding cake and iced it, and my mum's friend made the decorations for it, which now sit on our bookcase! I was so thrilled James made it... touched that he wanted to do it, and be part of our day.




Anyway that was our story until our wedding day.

It's true to say that from our Wedding onwards there was a real difference in our relationship, a sense of permancy, that was much harder to deal with than I thought, but not in a bad way. I knew I would feel differently, but I didnt realise he would so much.

Our relationship has definitely grown. I've come to realise that despite each of our faults, we are here for good, or bad, and there is comfort in that. We have both also realised just how much work a marriage is. People tell you it, but you never really believe it.

Our first year has brought many hurdles for us to cross... and I think our second married year will bring many more. But it's been great fun.. and I wouldnt trade him for all the tea in China!

The Truth Hurts

Been a while since I posted properly... been in a weird state of mind lately, feeling abit at a loss to know what to do in life. I'm hoping things are changing now.

Sitting watching the Biggest Loser Australia tonight feeling some determination to make changes in my life! I've been to Aqua Aerobics today, this morning, to our local outdoor pool! I am making an effort.

My mum who is the most supportive person in my life cannot understand why the lure of having a baby or adopting a baby isnt enough to make me lose my weight. I'm trying to understand it myself. I think I'm coming to realise that the fear factor is having the reverse effect and making me want to bury my head in the sand. Maybe I don't think I really deserve it. Maybe I am just lazy. I'm being brutally honest here about myself. G equally cannot understand it. He thinks it should be easy but then thats a fitness freak for you.

The slight change in weather here is making me feel like maybe its more possible.. we have been eating salads for dinner with salmon or chicken. I struggle most of the time to know what to cook. I'm a big bread/wrap lover... and we do probably have a few too many meals around them... mexican fajitas etc... but I don't fry, we rarely eat potatoes, we have pasta but with lots of veg and some meat to make sure its not all pasta... I wonder where I go wrong. Yeah I admit I have a sweet tooth, but I don't eat tons of chocolate etc.

I think for me, it has to be exercise and this is a huge problem for me. When my nephew was younger he stood on the small of my back, we were laying playing cars, and since then, I have suffered with back pain. It's in the area where my bum meets my back. This means literally when walking I feel like I need to snap myself in half after just 5 minutes. It's only recently I have realised how bad this is, and how little exercise I actually do. It's all too easy to get in the car.

Watching the Biggest Loser, if we were doing it in the UK now, I would actually apply. I need to be kicked into shape. How do I do this though? I think I've probably posted before about my experiences of the gym. I can't put myself through the experience of being stared at and being commented on by grown women and men again. It sets me back too much. I've spent whole evenings sobbing after it.

I'm just putting my thoughts out there right now... giving this some consideration. I have been referred to the hospital for potential surgery. I'm not sure how possible this is, or even if I want it. It's a big thing to have done.

There is so much to consider and do. Do I try Weightwatchers yet again? A more drastic liquid diet approach... or what??

For now though I need to focus on tomorrow, when for the first time, I will be meeting my stepdaughter. Totally weird to me, and not at all sure how I will react... or how she will. Wish me luck! I think I'm going to need it!

Dollshouse update

After some time of waiting on my dad to drill some holes I've finally
got my butt in action and this is all my hard work since Monday of
this week!!! It's really coming along!!!