I went back to South coast NSW because I loved it so much when I visited in June. I spent all my time in the water, on the water, looking at the water…yeah, you guessed it. I was in paradise.
I went for a run at sunrise Tuesday morning. I got back to our apartment and showered, actually taking the time to brush my hair (a rare occurance). I marvelled at how toned my thighs were looking with my recent workout routine (I will post it for you, I promise). I felt pretty happy.
The boyfriend got out of bed and said he wanted to go out to breakfast. I eyed off my banana and accompanying ingredients of my breakfast smoothie and hesitated, but then agreed. This trip I was not going to let my ED control me like it (ashamedly) did back in June. I would agree to eat out and stress less. No worries, mate. I walked along the street to the café, chatting my boyfriend’s ear off about how the beach looked that morning. “It was flat. I don’t think it’ll pick up today so maybe we can go stand-up paddleboarding and I’ll try to get a surf tomorrow” kind of stuff. Natter natter natter. He calls himself my captive audience.
This morning, he leans towards the beach. A slight detour. “I want to go look at the beach.”
I could say, “Oh come on. I’m hungry. I was just AT the beach.” – But of course, I’ll always go to the beach.
There’s a golden retriever playing nearby. Her name is Lacey. We met her as a 10-week old puppy back in June. Now she’s a gangly “teenager”. I recognise her instantly. I’m distracted watching the water and watching her play in it. The boyfriend is hyperventilating, trembling and his lips are turning blue. He proposes. I laughingly accept. It’s strange that he got so nervous about it, really. We’ve been together since 2007. He knew the answer would be yes. But I understood anyway. I get nervous about things I enjoy – surfing is the main one. I also get nervous about one element of the sport I compete in (eventing – and it’s show jumping I quake at). I guess nerves just show where our passion is.
So I’m now an engaged little kook. Here’s to the next stage in my life!