He's getting married!
Before you have a heart attack, I am not talking about Gerard Butler. My older brother successfully proposed to his girlfriend this weekend. I helped him pick out the ring and plan the proposal. I was the first person they called after the proposal. I am so excited and happy for them. I've been asked to be the Maid of Honour which I wasn't expecting, but now it sorta makes sense. I am my brother's best friend and his girlfriend has become one of my closest friends.
So I've kind of been on a high all weekend. You would think I was getting married. I've been floating around thinking nothing could bring me back to earth, and then I decided to call my mother discuss the wedding date that they picked in May. Out of nowhere my mother says to me "Well if you're going to be Maid of Honour, you know what that means?" and there's a pause, because I'm thinking she's going to tell me something awesome but instead she dead pans "You're going to have to lose some weight. About 20 lbs." She punctuates this with a slight giggle. I could only manage "Thanks, Mom." and "I don't think I'm in that bad shape." When did my Mom turn into the kind of woman that obsesses about her daughter's weight? I've been chubby since I was 9 and she never said a word then. Maybe she should have back then, but why now? Anyway, I'm not crazy about my body, but I've never been ashamed of it. Now until May I am going to be obsessing about my weight.
How did she manage in one sentence to make thinking about the wedding less fun for me? Ugh!
So I've kind of been on a high all weekend. You would think I was getting married. I've been floating around thinking nothing could bring me back to earth, and then I decided to call my mother discuss the wedding date that they picked in May. Out of nowhere my mother says to me "Well if you're going to be Maid of Honour, you know what that means?" and there's a pause, because I'm thinking she's going to tell me something awesome but instead she dead pans "You're going to have to lose some weight. About 20 lbs." She punctuates this with a slight giggle. I could only manage "Thanks, Mom." and "I don't think I'm in that bad shape." When did my Mom turn into the kind of woman that obsesses about her daughter's weight? I've been chubby since I was 9 and she never said a word then. Maybe she should have back then, but why now? Anyway, I'm not crazy about my body, but I've never been ashamed of it. Now until May I am going to be obsessing about my weight.
How did she manage in one sentence to make thinking about the wedding less fun for me? Ugh!