Where was I? I can’t remember. So here’s what’s been going on…

My wonderful Jimbo recently gifted me personal training sessions and my first was on Monday. I can’t tell you how nervous I was. I only had one prerequisite for a personal trainer – they have to be nice. She is, thank goodness.

She’s not easy, though. Not that I’m looking for easy. I don’t mind kicking my ass. My real problem is motivation. And if Jimbo’s plunking down his hard-earned cash and I have an appointment, that’s certainly motivation enough for me. More than say, fitting into my wedding dress.

Yesterday and today my arms were sore, but a good sore to let me know I’m doing good. I’m just back from my 2nd session and we did legs. I found out that my quads are weak, but my thighs and calves can hold their own. And I have very good form while doing crunches. I have to tell you, the hour goes by so quickly.

I can feel good about going to Weight Watcher’s tonight, now. I don’t give a rat’s arse if I gain. I know I’m kicking ash.

In other news, I found out that my former dog (he lived with my ex-boyfriend for the pas six years) passed away last night. So sad. Here’s a picture of him and I from back in the day. He is the reason that I love dogs.

We’ve talked to the reverend at my family church. My parents and grandparents were married there and I spent a lot of time there in Sunday school and in youth group when I was a wee tyke. So we’re really excited about doing the ceremony there. Church is done. Check!

So Jimbo and I got engaged this weekend!

I know!! Eeeeeee! So excited!

We took a walk on the boulevard on Sunday morning, where we had our very first date. It was very sweet and romantic. We sat on a bench and he said a few of same things he said on our first date, then said, “I’m going to have to propose to you, now. Megan, will you marry me?”

Of course I said yes and kissed him and made him put the ring on my finger

It’s gorgeous!

It took a long, long time for it to sink in. It still hasn’t really.

We spent the day in Boston. Brunch at Sonsie (Our waiter was the first person we told!) and after two glasses of champagne I was ready to tell the world. We called our parents (mine already knew because Jimbo asked them permission on Saturday!) and some of our closest friends and family.

Then we went on a duck tour, walked around the city and had a really nice dinner at Excelsior.

At the end of our meal the waitress said, “Mr. Capone, then looked over at me and said, the future Mrs. Capone.” And that’s when it hit me. We’re getting married!