I don't know how anyone here will take this, but I thought I'd share a little bit about another reason I so desperately need to get fit and healthy.
My husband is a brilliant, albeit racked by ADD, man - creative, zany, goofy, and always finding a way to make me laugh. He is the eternal and optomistic entrepreneur, and a gifted performer of illusion. So, while he's off busy getting famous, someone needs to keep the household running, and I'm glad to do it. I don't mind housework or bringing home the bacon (proverbial and otherwise; BTW, did you know that "platter" bacon is really quite nasty? Maybe that's why it's so cheap). The thing that would please me most is to see him succeed, because there is really nothing more wonderful than seeing him shine in front of an audience.
I realized the other day, though, as my fatigue compounded more quickly than usual while schlepping sound and stage equipment around, that if my health continues to deteriorate (directly related to packing around 100 extra pounds), I won't be able to help him. And, as anyone in show biz knows, you can't do it alone.
So, I get off the couch because 1) I think I look like a schlub; and 2) my husband NEEDS me and I want to be there for him. And I just thought I would share that with you, and with me, and with the universe that is the blogosphere.
For all my Steampunk teammates, check out his website:
. And you can check out our latest Steampunk adventure here: www.indiegogo.com/Profes
With all that said, hopefully soon I'll be able to be the proper Steampunk companion for him, corset and all!