Thank you, gravity

Halving all the items in our kitchen just got a bit easier, thanks to the wine glass that came crashing to the floor over the weekend. Just think - if we were doing this in space, the glass wouldn't have crashed and we would have to make one more agonizing choice of what to get rid of.  But thanks to gravity, we just might be able to hang on to one more item like that extra corn holder or the spoon that Ginny accidentally stole from Bob Evans a few years back when we got home and it was in her car seat with her.  Who knows what we'll keep - it's getting crazy over here.

Speaking of the kitchen, our new counters will be installed tomorrow, and I should have my custom cabinet face finished in the upcoming days as well (pictures coming soon). And then, all we'll need to do is, well, continue to get rid of half the crap in there. So, yeah, the kitchen is about 10% done :)

We've started down another road that I think will have a domino effect with our halving; we're working on getting rid of half our excess weight - our "body clutter" as we like to call it.  A week or two ago we signed up to run in a 10K in June - and at this moment in time neither of us could actually run that far without walking a significant portion of it. But the training has begun - Lauren went for a run yesterday morning, and I was up and on the run at 6:20 this morning... which was absolutely just as fun (if not more) as it sounds. So, of my 68 pounds of "body clutter", I'm hoping that my training will knock of at least 34 of that by the end of August.  And once a significant portion of that weight is gone, that opens up the road to getting rid of a lot of clothes as I'll finally be able to fit into those shirts and pants I'm hanging onto that I either used to be able to fit into or never could, thus eliminating the need for a lot of my, um, "huskier" clothes.

But I know what you're all thinking - how will I decide which pounds I will get rid of?  Some of it holds sentimental value, of course.  There's that pound on my left hip from that ginormous burger I had a few years ago on New Year's Eve. The 12 pounds just below my sternum from Swedish Fish. And those few pounds on my backside that I keep around from all those nights drinking in college.  I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be hard to let them all go, but for the good of our lives, I'm just gonna bite the bullet and do it. I'll probably just chew the bullet up and spit it out because I don't want the calories, but bite it I will.