Today is our second wedding anniversary. We are doing well.
I got tired of recording the endless minutiae of stats regarding my fitness goals and our personal life. In the last nine months, B’s procedure was finally deemed a success and I finally had the BC implant in my arm removed. The removal was only ten weeks ago. I was both curious and scared to see what my body would do on its own. So far, my cycles have become way more regular than they were on the birth control, and I’ve finally got the scale moving in the right direction.
I’ve always been a healthy weight; I just wanted to get to the lower end of healthy for the sake of my joints (and vanity). I’m about two pounds away from where I was when we met four years ago, and that’s just fine, darnit. At thirty-five, I’m startled and saddened to see the skin on my face wrinkle and sag at an alarming rate–and it’s a lot more noticeable the more weight you lose, so I’m trying to just be happy with where I am with everything. It’s not easy in this society, that’s for sure.
All last year, I was mostly vegan, and around mid-November I realized it felt right for me (meaning it felt weird to eat dairy/eggs sometimes). Never thought I’d actually commit to eating vegan, but there you go. Eating fewer processed foods overall feels really good. Also, I’ve discovered that you can replace the oil in a lot of baking with either avocado or nut butter, and it’s quite delicious. I feel like we’ve all followed along as foods have gotten more and more “convenient” and less and less healthy–or recognizable as food!–and it’s just being perpetuated. So unnecessary! B is still an omnivore, mostly vegetarian from living with me. It’s not always easy to be in a vegan/non-vegan household, and I think he’s been very accepting, given that he married a vegetarian and now she’s gone all extreme on him. I’ve just made him non-vegan brownies for our anniversary. (Which means I won’t eat them all before he gets any, which is what would have happened before!)
We’re good. We read aloud together and watch movies and tv together. We play bananagrams and boggle. We try to keep up our running/handcycling together. We’ve had some really lovely sex and some okay sex. We’ve had some emotional arguments and one even turned into a really good talk. B doesn’t share much emotionally, so when any of that does come out, it’s amazing to hear it, amazing how much closer I feel to him and how much more I understand about him.
I’m not perfect and our relationship is not perfect, but it’s pretty darn good. I think the life of this blog has reached its end, but I’ll leave it here in case it’s a help to anyone. Older virgins–you are not alone! Older virgins with disabilities–it’s possible to find someone!