



- I get engaged and realize that, while I'm lucky to be marrying a great guy, I really want a diamond solitaire.
I was snapping away. Here's the very next photo I took. It was taken a fraction of a second after the above photo:

Ok. What up with all the orbs???
Now, I'm not one to jump to conclusions, so I thought about it for a minute. I was sitting in the exact same spot for both photos. If the orbs are the result of some weird reflection, shouldn't they appear in both photos?
Also, the orb behind the dogs back left paw appears to be disappearing into the floor. I've never seen a reflection do that.
Our house is old, but not super old. It was built in 1940 with land sale records dating back to 1818. We've lived here over 2 years and I can honestly say I've never "felt" anything in this house. I wasn't feeling anything when I shot this picture. The dog was going nuts, but I thought it was just because she was excited by the commotion my husband was causing (pugs are easily excited and VERY curious).
I sent the photos to wnyparanormal.org. I wanted to see if they had any insight. I'll keep you posted...
I'm feeling like a big fatty these days. It's strange because I should be feeling better about myself. Case in point, this morning when I got dressed I realized that I needed to buy some size 14 pants as my 16s are now too large. This should make me feel good, right? Unfortunately, I take no pride in having wasted away to a size 14. I know I need to celebrate each battle won and blah, blah, blah...
I'm sure it doesn't help that I spent last night putting my size 4s into storage. I held up a pair of my size 4 jeans and couldn't believe that I ever fit into them. They were so tiny. I was so tiny. Now I'm a big, size 14-wearing, fatty.
Yeah. I feel stinker today :(
I've had 3 workouts with my personal trainer (my husband) at our fitness center (located in our basement). I have to say, our gym is pretty awesome. My husband is REALLY into lifting weights and we recently purchased what is the beginnings of his dream gym. We have: a bar, 5,000,000 lbs in various plates, a great selection of dumbbells (none of the 3lb pink variety), various storage for the plates and dumbbells, 2 benches, a lat pull down machine, a "chin up, pull down" monstrosity...it's great!
Since I'm so obscenely out of shape, we've spent my first 3 workouts figuring out what I am capable of. I have to say, I'm surprising myself. At my last workout, I was able to work up to a 135lb dead lift (I had 3 successful reps at that weight).
At my lightest, I was able to crank out several push-ups. At this ginormous weight, I can barely move. Not only are my muscles totally weak, I'm also trying to move a much heavier body. It's a double whammy. To try to get me back into the groove, my husband had me do 10 push-ups...ONE AT A TIME. It was so pathetic because I NEEDED the rest between reps. I tried a few times to "crank out" 2 consecutive push-ups but my body was not having any of it.
Since Monday's workout I have been ridiculously sore. My lower back is killing me. Tied for second place are my abs and the backs of my legs. I can't wait to do it all again tonight!

