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So I'm engaged! It is simultaneously overwhelming and underwhelming. While I couldn't be happier about both the situation and the person I'm in it with, it's still just life. It's strange though, even the super boring parts (which as we all know is pretty much most of it) seem to have a little sparkle to them. I'm pretty sure that's a good sign. I'm content I would say is the best way to describe it. Not content in the way that leads to apathy and a lack of concern, but just appreciative of the little stuff. Like Wheel of Fortune at 7. It's not a crazy emotional high or anything, but I think the plateau has been raised, which is so much nicer.
And I'm gaining mass again. That makes me the happiest guy ever. The whole 2-3 weeks of funerals and proposals and the craziness that goes along with it really messed up my gym and eating schedule. That seems to be correcting itself bit by bit though. I'm still gunning for a lean 220, but I don't know if I'll ever get there if I keep getting sidetracked like that.
Career things are moving along slowly but surely. I think. I try not to think about it when things are out of my hands. I am expecting phone calls tomorrow though.
I just can't wait to be married and be adorable all the time. cutevomgross. Side note: apparently when you mention marriage EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD suddenly decides that they want to go to the gym like there's no tomorrow. I don't mean Steph or myself (since we had been doing it before the engagement), but just randomass people who don't really need to worry about what they look like for the wedding. I'm not sure why exactly. It's not like people freak out every year at Christmas or their birthday or something like that. "OMG ANOTHERYEAR OLDER I SHOULD WORK OUT FEROCIOUSLY FOR A FEW MONTHS BEFORE HAND SO I LOOK LIKE TEH SHIZZ!" Like...what? I guess I'm just confused by the casual gym goer in general.