Image Ruined

Recently I've had a bit of an identity crisis being so far removed from everything associated with "me."   So I decided that I was going to do something about it.  Here, I'm pretty much judged entirely on my outward appearance, and I decided that I was going to shoot for something that was style that looks nice and is easily recognizable, but still "me."

Rockabilly...but more on the house wife side of the 50's 'cause I don't really want to dye my hair and I have no tattoos.

I cuffed my jeans, put on my green converse, had on my cute flannel print, I curled my hair and put on full make up, because my husband asked if I wanted to volunteer and help Santa at a kid's party.   I looked great and easy peasy it's a kids party, and I can totally hang with kids.

What my husband didn't tell me is that it was a kids Christmas party for the entire Squadron

Also I would be dressed as an Elf.

An Elf.

I'm the center of attention for the entire squadron and instead of noticing that I look nice...I'm dressed in an extra large ELF costume complete with jingle bells.

And this will probably be on the Spouse's Network, The Ramstein Facebook and Kaiserslautern America.
Shoot me.

At least I have more of an identity instead of "Phil's Wife" I'm "Phil's Wife...You know the Elf."

I'm going to try and redeem myself at the upcoming Christmas Party.

Identity.

     My mom would be proud of me.  I make the bed almost everyday, I clean the kitchen sometimes twice a day.  I cook all of our dinners, I sweep, swiffer, then mop a few times a week.   Our apartment is really quite clean.
     The apartment doesn't feel like it's mine though, but more importantly I don't feel like me.   I used to be super crafty, knows everything about Michael's, best babysitter Elena.   Now I am "Phil's Wife."   I love being married to my best friend especially when my best friend is friends with all my other friends, and vice versa...but here people only know me as "Phil's Wife."  I feel a little like I'm just playing pretend in someone else's house and that is why I hate the table and chairs and living room.
     I'm sure several newlyweds go through this, especially people in our situation where we both have been uprooted from our comfort zone and support system, it still feels like I'm a non-entity.

This is the living room, the chair, Phil's wife.

A Big Change

My husband and I have talked about it, and we have decided to switch over to the "Paleo" lifestyle.   It's sort of halfway weightlifter's diet, halfway raw food.   A big factor for me deciding to switch was my good friend * Randy.  He wasn't a fat guy just a little pudgy and he decided to make the dietary switch he recently posted pictures and the change is pretty significant.

I myself am I little pudgy, I have a muffin top... and the beginning of bingo wings.  And while I work out 4-5 days a week any nutritionist/dietitian will tell you that most of the way your body looks depends on your nutrition.

Also most diets or meal plans marketed to women suck.   Everything label "low-fat" tastes like garbage and I would rather get a canker sore than eat egg whites on a rye cracker.  No way, not once, not NEVER.

I'm excited because I feel like I'm not actually denying myself all that much and that once we finally make the full transition that I'm really going to start noticing a change in my body, not just the outside, but that I'm going to actually feel better.  I'll be sharing recipes that pass the Elena taste test because nobody wants to switch to a lifestyle with gross food.

* His name is changed to protect his privacy