Loose pants and good tunes

I can't decide if I'm cold or hot today. Maybe a little of both. And tomorrow the high will be 48. I am so not ready for winter.

The good side of this...I got my jeans down from the closet that barely fit me last winter. I slid them on with ease today and grinned because they are actually a little big. Fucking sweet. All this damn exercise is paying off big time.

Last night was stressful and then it was amazing. The stressful part...the dogs got in a fight. The amazing part...well, I will just say that J is real good with her hands. Inspirational to say to the least and I wrote it out:

We were there
In the Altered State
She was in me
I was in her head
Sensitive fingertips
Over soft lips
Give and take
Take and give
Sweat on skin
With whispered I love you's
On that plain
Where only we exist
In the Altered State

Of course there is more, so much more but...

I'm in the process of going through all of the songs I've written (I have about twenty full notebooks) and figuring out which ones I want to write music to. Our creative process works like this: I search my lyrics for the ones I feel the most. I come up with a melody and write some music to go along with it. I bring it to J and she takes it all and elevates its intensity by a million or more by writing the music that I never could.

I'm great at rhythm, the basic backbone for a song. But when it comes to writing the music that will blow you away, J has it covered ten-fold.

Or, J will come to me with something she has written. I listen to her play it as I scan the lyric pages to find what we feel the song should be about. Or sometimes I just write the lyrics as she plays. It works all ways. Its funny, after an intense creative session, how we will stand back and say, "Whoa, we wrote that."

I still have no idea why I ever stopped music. I guess shit happened and things were all crazy. But still, music was always what kept me grounded or helped me escape. The more we play and create, the more I realize how much I really missed it. I won't let it happen again.

Who keeps New Years resolutions?

New Years resolutions...how many people actually keep them??

J and I do. Oddly, this is the first year we have but still, we are.

We are not exactly the same. J is more business and technical, where I am more creative and artistic. But in no way are we opposite. Unlike the popular saying and belief...opposite DO NOT attract. We have the same ideals and beliefs, along with our respect and love for our families. We set high standards and expectations for ourselves and stick by them, no matter what. Most importantly, we support and encourage each other to no ends, even if its not something the other has interest in.

Me, I tell stories. Stories through art, music, and books. And although J isn't the fiction type of girl, she'll read, listen, and look at whatever I have and give me valuable input that I couldn't do without.

J, she's an analyzer. A predictor of sorts. Her quest for knowledge and a better way of life feeds me. She's a stock trader by day and a searcher by night. Although I have no knowledge of the stock market, I listen to her ideas and analogies and I give her the encouragement and uneducated input that she needs and fuels her self with.

Its the perfect balance. (Even though I will be the first to say that to be deemed perfect should be an insult.)

So this year, our New Year's resolution was to have six pack abs by June. Something I hadn't had since high school and something she had never had. We set our goal and even started our exercise plan a week before the new year. And almost every single night since, we have been doing it. There is no trying, only doing.

Since we have started, she has lost 15lbs. Me, I've lost 17lbs. She was already thinner than I was so the six pack abs that we've been striving for is much more noticeable on her than me. I've got 20lbs on her, so I might not make the goal of June, but I'm not going to stop working for them.

We've added to the routine along the way. Instead of just the abs, we are working on a full body transformation. Pretty much from head to toe. And today, after the vicious routine, I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I can barely raise my arms to the keyboard, and masochistically...it feels so damn good.

The difference I feel when I put my arms around her and when she does the same to me and whispers, "You're so little", is more than enough encouragement to keep pushing. I think I like this New Year's resolution stuff and I wish I would have started keeping them sooner.

I think I might make a mid-year resolution to quit smoking. Maybe...

I take it back

Okay...
I know I bitched about her waking me up with her exercise talk and freezing cold hands but...

Its amazing! **Her hands are still freezing cold, though.**

I totally love this new stuff.

So I will apologize for complaining about her workout talk but I can still feel the sting of her cold hands across my stomach.