Countdown to the wedding has officially begun...no...not my wedding...I've yet to find a man either brave enough or stupid enough to take me on...my younger brother is getting the jump on me (as if we ever doubted he would be the first to walk down the aisle) by getting married on October 10th. So it's official...6 months away before I have to stuff myself into a yellow dress with a sash around my waist. Let me repeat that last statement...A SHASH AROUND MY WAIST. WHAT WAIST I ask you??!! Trust me....I have no problem with the dress in theory...honestly I don't even know what they look like and regardless, I'm sure they'll be fantastic...but for a short waisted, no waisted person...drawing attention to exactly what I'm lacking is like my worst nightmare.
But thankfully I have six months to rectify or at least improve upon that sash going area...six months to lose about 10 pounds....I'm thinking that can totally be done...well maybe...ok...I really like food, ice cream in particular, but I'm going to give it a valliant effort. Starting with that evil escalator machine at the gym. Ya'll know what one I'm talking about?
For some people, torture is a spin bike...well I'm a pro on one of those, so why not go to the exact opposite side of the gym to the big, hulking, box of pain that they unsuccessfully try to hide in the back corner...yeah...sounds like fun. Especially after a full breakfast of yummy french toast....Speaking of toast...I was toast after 40 minutes on that thing...gross, dripping, probably smelly toast. But I burned 400 calories. Hopefully that was enough to cover the breakfast that I shouldn't have eaten.
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