

Yesterday, Mr. Pomegranate and I attended a birthday shin-dig in honor of one of our groomsmen. Imagine our surprise when the birthday boy himself, busted out a rather large and exciting gift for us!

If you recall my dress post, I have a tiny problem with the snugness of my dress. So, what’s Miss Coconut gonna do about that?! Well, I’m certainly not going to go on South Beach or some other diet, no way jose. I’m going to do it the ol’ fashioned way.

Like the Lovebirds, the Toucans also went out to buy WiiFit yesterday! I’m hoping that it will help me get back on the exercise wagon. As a former college athlete, I used to be in tip-top shape but since quitting the swim team a few years back, I’ve been on “break” for a very very long time. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to make exercise as my daily routine, that I’m so out of shape and it’s actually frustrating when I work out because I can’t do the things I used to be able to do. You would think that the wedding would motivate me to get in shape, but it really hasn’t been the case. So… I’ve resorted to video game work outs - and enter Wii Fit.
Last night, as soon as we got home from dinner, Mr. Toucan and I hopped onto the Wii Balance Board to test it out. The first order of business was to enter in your height and birth date, so the machine could calculate and track your BMI and weight (sorry no pictures of me doing this :P).
Next, a series of balance tests to determine your “Wii Fit Age.” I didn’t fare so well…
Guess what Mr. Lovebird just got his hands on??? Wii Fit!
In general, I’m pretty comfortable with my weight and am happy with how I look in my wedding dress. It’s the days before and after the wedding when I’ll be in a bathing suit surrounded by 90+ friends and family that I’m getting nervous about.
For months now I’ve been telling myself how I’m going to use the elliptical we have in our house at least three times a week.

(image from here)
Looks like somebody hasn’t been doing his crunches. Or anything, at all!
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Does anybody have any motivational tips - besides posting a picture of Orazio up there on my fridge?

Don’t worry- I haven’t changed the theme of my wedding to some sort of fruit and vegetable pilates party with a bikini dress code. The picture you see here is Miss Tiramisu’s wedding workout inspiration board.
::ATTENTION LADIES::
I have an announcement on behalf on Mr. “Beefcake” a.k.a Shortcake. Not only is he the MOST WONDERFUL FI IN THE WHOLE WORLD, he is also a personal trainer and is completing his Masters degree in nutritional..bio chemistry? something like that.
Anyway, if any of you have any questions about pre-nuptial fitness regimes, specific exercises, vitamins, supplements, or eating plans, ask away, and he’ll answer them in an upcoming special post from Shortcake HQ!
You may have noticed that I haven’t given a weekly update. Well, it’s been cold outside. And I’ve been out of town a lot. And I’ve been fighting off a cold.I haven’t really exercised much lately. But that’s about to change.
You see, Mr. Dahlia called me this morning to let me know he’d been able to track down this:

Image found here.
I am more then fully aware that in only weeks I will be getting in front of the camera for our engagement pictures AND only a few months until I take my bridal portraits. However, this does not seem to be motivating me to get my butt to the gym whatsoever. Maybe because it seems so far off that I keep procrastinating, or maybe I’m just lazy.
I tend to think it’s getting up at 5:30 in the morning to take care of the dogs and get ready for work, followed by getting home late in the evening, taking care of the dogs and cooking dinner. By the time I make it to feeding the dogs, I’m already ready for bed.
My commute to work is a good 45 minutes to 1 hour trek each day, each way. I know that I chose to do this to myself, and, if I didn’t like my job, I wouldn’t have lasted with the drive I have everyday. The drive seems to take two hours of productive time out of my day and, by the time I get home, I’ve had an hour in the car to talk myself out of going to the gym.