My bestie posted this on Facebook. This is a photo of us at the Renn Fest from 10 years ago. It made me a little sad. 10 years ago I was 22, thin, and had not yet started dating my husband. I was living in a craphole of an apartment by myself and living from paycheck to paycheck. I was also incredibly happy.
Maybe because I have too much time on my hands, or perhaps because I spend most of my day with someone who I can't really have a conversation with, I've been thinking about the good ol' days a lot. Wednesday night at the bar with my girls, playing pool while avoiding the can lights that made your shirt see through, and my ex-boys. You know, that magical time in your life when sex was still fun.
Don't get me wrong, I like my life now! I've got this great kid, nice house, hilarious husband, etc. But I do miss the old me. Anything was possible. I would go on road trips on a whim. Driving a few hours to visit friends was nothing. Other than my job, I had zero commitments. I lived for the weekends and there was ALWAYS something happening EVERY weekend. Perhaps most of all I miss that slender waist. Damn, I miss being thin.
But I apparently don't miss it enough to use that elliptical upstairs. Yup, Queen Lazy.