Do Not Answer

The non-showering guy keeps calling. He called three times since the luncheon disaster and texted twice. I did not respond to any attempt. I changed his name on my phone to "Do Not Answer" because I need to remind myself. I want to take the call just to say, "Dude, seriously take a hike" but I'm sure he'll see that as him wearing me down and getting his foot back in the door.

I even changed my voicemail to say, "Hey it's Becka, sorry I missed your call. Leave your name and number and I'll call you back. *pause* if this is name, please stop calling" (said in a firm tone).

My mom said, What if Teddy heard that message; wouldn't he think you're rude.

Oh yes, that would not go over well. So I quickly change it back to the nice message, instead of the self-preservation message.

No joke, he called last Thursday. And again last night. I should have kept it on there. I saw this picture on a friends Facebook page and thought it was hilarious and sort of fitting.

The New Guy on the Block

To protect the innocent guy, his name has been changed. I'm calling him Teddy; on our first date I tried to guess his middle name. I knew it started with a T, I guessed Theodore, which he thought was hilarious, so Teddy is his name now. Plus Theo makes me think of The Cosby Show.

Ladies, let me tell you, I think it's been about a year since the fun began. I believe it's been a rather long road with some strange passers-by. We've met Bregg, Bob's Burger Boy Tom, the angry midget Tom, the non-showering guy just to name a few. We finally have a guy who is such a breath of fresh air. We've gone out a couple times now, tonight included, and there are no flags. *both arms raised in triumph* Hazah!

We went to some place in SLC and had to wait 30 minutes for a table (on a Thursday night, how crazy would it be on Friday or Saturday), we entertained ourselves by playing the country capitals game. He actually did pretty good. He's one of those people that if you asked me what we talked about I couldn't tell you. We talk nonstop but it's little getting-to-know-you stuff. I'm just enjoying the moment; we sat and talked over our pizzas for almost an hour and a half before we decided to go.

We went back to his house [ladies, he has his own house, no parents, no roommates - glory!] and played catch phrase for a while. Then we sat and talked for another 2 hours.

Do you know what I appreciate about him? I appreciate that he helps me in and out my coat, he doesn't just hand it to me. He opens doors and lets me go first. He has a serious job and it's evident he is super smart. He is friendly to everyone. He is kind and I see glimmers of thoughtfulness. He is close with his family. He is a strong priesthood leader and has a strong testimony. He hasn't tried to kiss me or anything but there is DEFINITE interest. He smiles with his eyes.

Last week when we watched a movie at his place, we started off on our own cushions. Halfway through I leaned forward to get a drink and turned around to say something and noticed he was sitting on the crack. Close enough but not on top of me. And there was a lot of leaning. Does anyone remember that bit in "While You Were Sleeping"? He was... leaning.

*sigh* Girls, I'm such the smitten kitten.

Ode to My Fatness

I was looking at pictures from last Christmas and Thanksgiving, right after I left Missouri. Holy cow, I hadn't realized how plump I had become. I thought I hid my weight well enough.
Note to self, never wear that sweater again. I must really love you guys because this picture is just embarrassing. I love that I'm standing weird in hopes to make my wobbly bits look less...noticeable.

Here is this Christmas:

Still busty but smaller than before

I went through all 250 pictures from Christmas and these two pictures are the only ones of just me. The rest are pictures of the nieces and nephew. This is the best you're gonna get right now. I'll have to ask someone to take a few pictures of me so you can tell I've lost the weight.

And just in case you're wondering, I started going to the gym in September and since then have been fairly serious about it. At freaking 6 o'dark in the morning I go and walk/run 2+ miles in the 30 minutes before I have to shower and get ready for work.

Thus far in the 4 months I have been doing this I have lost 30 lbs, dropped 3 pants sizes (almost to single digits again!), and have more energy during the day.

Reflections:
To my friends in MO, I feel terrible that you only got to know the Becka that was a sad, depressed chub of a girl. Since leaving MO and he-who-must-not-be-named, I have come almost back to who I was before. I am healthier spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and now physically. I am happier and loving my life again. My friend and I used to joke while playing foosball, "I hate my life" and I came to realize I wasn't joking. It had become my mantra. But I don't anymore. I have fantastic friends, a great support system that cradled me while I healed.

So thank you to everyone who told me I was strong, that let me vent and cry on their shoulder, who told me I was better off and that I'd get through this. Thank you for reminding me that my Savior knows me, that He can help me. Thank you for all the pep talks. I feel like I know myself better now than I ever have. I am determined and I am focused on what I want out of my life. I will not settle (especially for those who do not shower voluntarily).



PS - Posts to come include date night that wasn't exactly a date but more of a get-to-know-you evening plus Dinner Party! The ward put together groups of people to get together for dinner and I'm hosting since I have a huge dining room table and space. We're having tamale pie and enchiladas.

Fabulous Fat Quote

So I'm reading Bridget Jones' Diary. I came across this quote and laughed out loud and read it over a few times.

"I can actually feel the fat splurging out from my body. Nevermind. Sometimes you have to sink to a toxic fat envelopment in order to emerge, phoenix-like from the chemical wasteland as a purged and beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer figure."

I hope everyone's New Years resolutions are still going strong.

***Update: I have to stop reading this book because I am now finding myself saying swear words in my head at the littlest things. That Bridget is a bumbling goose of a girl and says those words frequently, I thought it wouldn't bother me.

It scared me that I am so persuadable. Although, I am one of those people that will actually yawn when I read the word "YAWN". How many of you did?