Went to the show on Friday. Saw It's Complicated which, at $12.50 for a matinee, was a bit overpriced. I liked it though since I could pretty much watch Meryl Streep sleep and be riveted. And who doesn't like Jack Dona, oh wait, Alec Baldwin? The music really tickled me too which is why when I thought about it the following day, I looked it up on Itunes. Right there while I was seated busying myself with morning duties, I bought the theme song. It felt so 2010 plus the whole two birds thing. It is cool to be alive these days.
So I've been all narded up about my body again. It's so lame, I'm 44, nowhere near overweight, and yet the tire is developing cellulitey areas which Serge is quick to mention. (It's only fair, he gave into his buddha belly ages ago.I may have teased him once or a million times about it.) However, when I poke around to find what is supposed to be my "ideal weight", the result is about two pounds less than where I'm at right now. Two pounds. What am I a 15 year old girl? I was on the phone with em the other day and I asked her. "When is letting go a good thing and when is it a bad thing?" See because you know when you meet someone that you haven't seen in a long time and you think, "Wow, he really let himself go." That would be the bad kind of letting go, right? Em said, "Letting go is ALWAYS a good thing." I'm not so sure.
Things I've noticed:
* Pectoral jiggling while dancing. Moreso than before anyway.
* When I sit in a hard backed chair, it feels like a little roll of fat spills over the top a bit.
* My face looks younger.
* Two words. Pubic pillow.
Alec Baldwin takes his shirt off in the movie and acts insecure about his weight. (Well his character anyway.) I'm sure he'd be considered overweight, possibly obese, but he still looks pretty good. Plus he's in his 50's. I think once I hit 50, I'll stop trying to have the physique of a 25 year old.
On Saturday, Serge and I hammered out the details for a will. When we got to the part about what happens if we both die at the same time, I was ready to put down pretty much anything because it seems like that scenario is the most highly unlikely, and how could I possibly care anyway, because I'll be dead. Serge agonized about who should get what while I kept saying, "Why do you care, you'll be dead?" He told me that I was the only one in the world who thinks like that. I don't know. I mean we don't have any kids and if the logical thing happens and we outlive our parents, who's left? He took it very seriously though talking about that practical certainty of both of us perishing in an automobile accident. Or a plane crash, after all, we do fly two or three times a year. We finally figured it out but now we have to take the next step and get it notarised. One thing I found out is that in the absence of a will, if one of us dies, the other only inherits 2/3s of the property. Ugh, what a nightmare that would be.
Hey, guess what? Today makes 20 months smoke free. Wahoomalunga!