Blogging took up a ton of time (which I am already short on) but it was so great for support and helpful to keep everyone looped in. I can't commit to blogging every day, but I am back.
What prompted it?
I did something a little crrrazy this weekend. I bought a bridesmaid dress in a size 4.
I am currently a size 8.
This is a big deal at Priscilla of Boston. They have documents--legal documents-- where you have to initial several times and sign at the bottom to indicate that you realize you have a fat ass and you realize you're ordering a size that will not fit your fat ass right now, but you are deluded enough to think you will fit into this size in a few short months.
To fit into a size four, I have to lose... 25 pounds. That's one pound per week until the beginning of October. And the wedding is in October. I don't have a day to spare.
The dress size doesn't keep me going so much as the smirk on the saleslady's face when she heard that I wanted not one size smaller but two sizes smaller.
Well, watch this, Saleslady!
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