So... I have managed to get down to about 174 lbs, but I still have a long way to go. Being under 200 is wonderful, but getting to at least 150 would be even better. I'm motivated to make this happen.
When I first started this blog, I spent a lot of time whining over a man who didn't even know I was alive. Looking back, I realize just how truly pathetic it was. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. It's time for me to make some changes. I need to get Melanie in order this year. I want a family. I want kids. Doing all that wasn't going to get me there.
I am trying to be more outgoing, more assertive. I met someone last year that I am desperately trying not to put in the same category as Chris Glick. It's a strange little tale. It has me questioning everything in life...
Picture this: It was a beautiful August day. I was at work and I stepped into the hallway to take a break. As I headed to my designated break spot, I walked by this dark-haired gentleman who was getting help at one of our windows. He was with an African-American gentleman. Not sure what they were doing, but my first thought was, "My oh my...what an attractive man." I went on about my business. Later that day, I had to attend a meeting in another building. As I stepped into the elevator, I realized that I was in the elevator with the attractive dark-haired gentleman from earlier in the day. At that time, I took note of just how handsome he was and immediately realized that he was TOTALLY out of my league. So I go to my hour long meeting. After said meeting ended, I once again step into an elevator and who should I see again? The dark-haired Adonis. At this point, I am pretty much silently thanking God in my head for putting me in close quarters with this man twice. I went back to my office and shared my tale of coincidence or fate. I pretty much assumed that I probably wouldn't see Elevator Hottie anymore.
I was wrong. After work, I went to the gym a few blocks away from my office. I was a former member there and when I didn't want to deal with the 24Hour Fitness crowds, I went there. As soon as I walked in, there he was. Elevator Hottie. I wanted so badly to say something to him but I didn't want him to think I was some kind of weirdo. And he seemed kind of douchey to me then. Cocky.
You have to admit that seeing one person, that you've never met FOUR times in one day is a little strange.
It had to mean something, right?
I thought about it the whole night. What did it mean? Fate or coincidence? I got my answer the next day when he showed up at our office. It was fate. Destiny. I found out through my BFF that his name was Tom. It was about a month later that he formally introduced himself to me and I have been smitten since then. We still run into each other 3-4 days a week. He's a nice guy. Nicer than I expected him to be. I look forward to seeing him. It's not often that I can wish to see someone and it actually happen each time. So what do you all think? Destiny/fate or coincidence?
More like wishful thinking. It doesn't help that he's always so nice. HE speaks to ME. I tend to play him off. It just all seems a little too good to be true. He's a very attractive guy. I'm just a cute girl. He's just a nice guy who I just happen to fall for. I believe everything happens for a reason. He may not be my future husband, but there is some purpose to having him around.
I just wish I knew what it was.
