No. I didn’t get remarried. Settle down. What I *did* do was finally go and start wearing my wedding band again. When I got married, I was around 215 pounds. So my wedding ring was sized accordingly. Even when I got it, it was a bit loose, but not loose enough to really worry about. (And when I ballooned up to 240 back in 2005 or so, it wasn’t loose at all.)
These days I’m at 187, and in the winters especially, my wedding band was so loose it would slip off my finger at the drop of a hat.
So I stopped wearing it, intending to go and get it resized at some point. The problem with “some point” is that it’s really vague. You can keep putting that off for forever, and there’s no accountability. I wasn’t sure where to go to do it, how it would be done, how long it would take. So because of the uncertainty, I just didn’t do it. I knew I was married. What did a lousy ring mean, anyway?
Well, when Denisa went and tracked down a jeweler who could do it, priced it out, and found out all the details and told me them in very specific terms, I got the hint that maybe that ring meant a bit more than I was giving it credit for. So yesterday I walked five minutes into town, took it to the jeweler, and it was repaired and ready for me to pick up two hours later.
I went from a 9 3/4 to a size 8. The jeweler was pretty impressed by the drop, but I have no idea how that compares to normal weight loss.
So now I’m officially off the market again, I suppose. Sorry to all you who noted the lack of wedding band and figured I was available. Life’s full of disappointment.
And the moral of the story for me is that, like so many things, actually getting a job done is usually not nearly as complicated as I like to make it out in my head before I’ve done it. It’s easy to come up with excuses and never start a project, and 9 times out of 10, when you actually do start it, you’re done much sooner than you thought you’d be. Interesting to me that I’ve told TRC that for years, and I didn’t even listen to the advice myself.