wedding road trip

14,000 miles, 200 friends, two lives, one big decision

The Fat Pact

scale wedding road tripHere’s a bit of wishful thinking…

Yesterday, Chris and I were walking to dinner and discussing how couples tend to gain weight once they get married. Determined to go in the opposite direction, Chris proclaimed, “we should make a pact. If either of us gains fifty pounds, the other can sleep with someone else. Pregnancy not included, of course. Unless you’re carrying that extra weight around two years after the baby is born. Deal?”

I thought about it for a moment and then revised. “Twenty.  I think it should be twenty pounds.”

And so it is. While I’m not a fan of open relationships, I’m also not really interested in packing on the extra pounds. This just might be the ticket to wedded bliss- or at least a series of awesome hookups… ;)

P.S. Chris, wanna piece of chocolate cake? How about two?

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Road Trip Fitness

Over the past month, I have become a huge fan of all things Crunch. Hell, I’d better be, given that my membership costs me $81 a month. Besides, working out is easy when you have a place to go and people to do it with.

A few people have asked me how Chris and I plan to stay fit while we’re on the road. A good question, indeed. Here’s what we’ve come up with so far:

Road Trip Fitness Plan v1
by Jaime and Chris

  • Cargo van calisthenics. Whoever is not driving will be required to do jumping jacks in the back of the van the entire time. One bathroom break every two hours is permitted but must be performed via an open window.
  • Roadside kickboxing. Every hour, on the hour, we’ll pull the car over to the side of the freeway and break into a kickboxing routine for ten minutes.
  • Passenger seat yoga. Bonus points for managing to pull off downward dog without reclining the seat.
  • Interstate jogathon. The person not driving will run alongside the car during rush hour traffic. Thankfully, in Los Angeles, this part of the fitness plan can be executed around the clock.

Thank god we’re eating local. Otherwise, we’d return to San Francisco looking like before pictures from The Biggest Loser.

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