Remember me?! Well, I barely remember me, so I wouldn't be surprised if you don't.
But I hope that you do!
Last week at this time, I was likely lounging next to a palm tree, under a palapa on the beach at the Club Med Turkoise on the Providenciales Island of Turks & Caicos. This was probably my view...
Since I had enjoyed far too many adult beverages the morning night before, it had only been a mere 2 hours earlier that I rolled lazily out of this bed...
Threw open the blinds on the window, and gazed in amazement (again) at the view...
For lunch that day, I probably ate something fabulous, since Club Med Turkoise, despite its economical accommodations and price tag, is known for having amazing food.
I also probably ate about 4 more pieces of that dark chocolate bread that you see in the upper right corner of the picture. Um...YUM!
In fact, food was a really important part of the honeymoon. We sort of planned our entire day around what time we were going to be eating our meals. In fact, food was so important that it was probably around this time last week that I was starting to get hungry again, and probably starting to lazily walk from my beach chair over to Sharkies for a grilled cheese sandwich and a margarita.
Healthy stuff here kids, healthy stuff.
Although my meals consisted of many foodstuffs that I wouldn't normally have the desire to involve myself in at home, I'm happy to report that I greedily ate each and every morsel. Well...except for the conch fritters.
I was scared.
Even more so than the food, I was out of my mind happy about the fact that I partook in my first (and second) workout since my pregnancy debacle. I nearly cried as I walked hills on the treadmill.
Then, after my workout was finished, I walked into the adjacent room to stretch, and I nearly cried again.
There is just something about cooling down from your first workout in 50 days in front of a blanket of lush tropical greenery that changes a girl's life. From that moment, I knew that stretching would never be the same for me again. **sigh**
What I'm telling you is that although I was supposed to be avoiding anything that seemed fun, and I complained about how much reading I was going to have to do while we were on our honeymoon, truth is that I didn't get much reading done at all.
I was far too busy doing all of the things that my doctor told me not to do.
Don't tell him that I said that.
Funny thing about it is that despite the fact that I worked out, 'got my honeymoon on', and drank more alcohol during the aforementioned week than I've drank in the entire past 2 years of my life, I did what felt right to me.
I returned home from Club Med Turkoise a happier, healthier girl. As of yesterday, I'm at ZERO, and it's back to business as usual. I'm certainly not encouraging you to drink excessive amounts of alcohol, have sex, and work out at the tail end of resolving your ectopic pregnancy.
I'm officially living proof that every once in a while, all we need are new friends...
And a stiff one.
The drink, of course.
Did you miss me??!! Tell me how much you've missed me!
[I'm still a little needy, that hasn't changed].