It can be a cruel world for the chunksters. Well, maybe just a cruel town.
I'd like to start with the positive: I have about the most amazing support system a gal could have. Both my mom and Eric's mom came down to LA to go wedding dress shopping with me. My friend and bridesmaid-to-be Katie also came along. The three of them were positive, helpful, and insightful. All of their positive energy combined, however, could not sqeeze my fat ass into any of those sample sizes.
We went to three bridal salons in the Beverly Hills/Hollywood areas of LA. Between all three salons there were a total of 2 dresses that I could sort of fit over my derriere (not zipped, of course), and both were downright tragic. (If it came down to getting married in jeans or one of those dresses - jeans would win hands down). Katie was kind enough to offer to model the gowns I liked to see what they looked like on a person. The hard part is that even WHEN I lose all 60 pounds, I'm still not going to mirror her little pinup figure. Anyway, long story short we ended up buying a dress just to be done with the trauma of dress shopping. Its a perfectly beautiful dress, but I'm still going to fight the salon to see if I can take it back. It's just not my style and no one should buy a wedding dress out of despair. Whatever happens, happens. At the end of the day I'll have lost my goal weight and married the man I love. I could glow in a potato sack :)
Speaking of goal weight -- weight watchers week 5 was not much of a success -- my weight is flat over last week. Better than a gain, I suppose, but the clock is ticking and there is still an awful lot to lose. This week I pledge to work out harder and eat smarter than I have the last 5 weeks. Failure is simply not an option.
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