Half-way mark

Ok. So trying my first blog because I need an outlet. Doing this for me. Can you tell I'm trying to psych myself into this?

So. Background. My future husband is in the armed forces. He's been stationed for the last 2 years 300km away. We saw eachother most weekends and towards the end occasionally throughout the week when he had to work here. Now, those two years are behind us and another two years lay before us. He'll now live over 1000km away. Instead of driving to see eachother; we will be flying. Instead of every weekend; it will be every fortnight. Instead of Friday night to Sunday arvo; it will be Saturday noon to Sunday morning. We get married in 1 year and 1 day, so the first year of my marriage will be spent alone. And did I mention, he will be overseas o,n tours for most of that year? Don't think my life could suck more at the moment (I know it could but right now it sucks and I want to wallow).

We've been together for 2 yrs and 10 months and known each other for 8 years. We're in love and we will work out. I'm just sad that what is supposed to be the best time of my life, sucks.

I used to live with my best friend who was alone so we could wallow together a lot. But then she went and found her perfect man and they live together. She gets to come home every day and see him and wake up every morning and see him and I'm completely jealous. It's hard to take. She has other concerns (I know) but right now, I think she's the luckiest girl in the world.

What makes it worse (and better) is that to save money on rent, I am now living with my parents, 1.5 hours from my work and my friends. And right now, there are no 2 people on earth with whom I could get along with less.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. That will come later I'm sure.

To the point of this blog.

I'm going to look on the bright side, see the silver lining, and make myself some spotting lemonade. (I will interject here and say, on a side note, that I'm trying to curb my cursing and will use a different 4 letter word - "spot". So you will hear me frequently telling people to "get spotted", "spot off" and "go spot" themselves). Back to my point, I'm going to take the time away from my man to better myself. Translation: I'm going to lose weight. For him. For my wedding. For myself. I need to lose about 15 kg and will weigh in every week. I'm not sure what type of blog it will be. Whether the boring and completely unoriginal weightloss journalling. Or the whining/whinging "I miss my man" style. But I'm sure both will make an appearance.

So, the following countdowns will take place:

Weeks till fiancé (code name "AJ") moves back = 104
Weekends till AJ comes to visit = 0 (at the moment, he is here)
Weight = 84.4 kg (respectable - I've been heavier, but I've been lighter)
Kg to lose = 15kg
Ideal deadline = 30 April 2012

Advice, commiserating comments, supporters and witticisms welcome. Bullying, ignorance and poorly constructed arguments will be deleted hehe. Welcome to my universe!!!