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We've set our date for October 24. It is going to be a remarkably small wedding. I made the mistake of going to the recently opened bridal shop in town. I honestly went in there with no expectations, but I am not going to pay a lot of money for a dress I will only wear once in front of only a handful of friends and family. Moreover, I hate wearing white and ivory (I accept that they are very different colors; I will still look like a blimp in either.) I also got treated like I was stupid for not having a better idea of what dress I wanted with my wedding coming up "so soon"...in October! Not like I'm planning a gala with 500 of my closest friends. I wasn't one of those girls who dreamed of how their wedding was going to be. I wouldn't even be having one if common law marriages existed in this state. (Thank you, state legislature of Mormons.)
And naturally, everything was strapless.
I understand that my flabby arms are my own problem and that I could rememedy the problem fairly easily with some exercises. However the flab is a result of the weight I put on, quite rapidly, during my period of being heavily medicated. I'm talking 80 pounds in 2 months, here, not your normal weight gain. (Shame I was a healthy weight to begin with, otherwise I'd have gotten diabetes and ended up with a huge settlement.) So not only do my upper arms flap in the breeze, they're covered in stretch marks. I hate them. I wonder if I could sue the drug company for pain and suffering induced by their bad medicine.
I left the shop knowing I need to lose 30 pounds. This always happens when I go shopping for clothes, but picturing myself all flabby and gross in a wedding dress ruined my day. I need chocolate and carbs right now, so I will have to start in a few days. Hopefully this wedding planning will stress me out and induce my gastritis so I can puke up everything I eat with it being a medical condition beyond my control instead of being an eating disorder. That's usually how I end up losing weight, and it's always why I end up putting it back on once my life gets back to normal.
What kills me is that I could just as easily go to the courthouse wearing jeans and a tshirt, then go out for pizza afterwards and call it my dream wedding. I'm putting on a fancy dress and prancing around with flowers for other people.
And naturally, everything was strapless.
I understand that my flabby arms are my own problem and that I could rememedy the problem fairly easily with some exercises. However the flab is a result of the weight I put on, quite rapidly, during my period of being heavily medicated. I'm talking 80 pounds in 2 months, here, not your normal weight gain. (Shame I was a healthy weight to begin with, otherwise I'd have gotten diabetes and ended up with a huge settlement.) So not only do my upper arms flap in the breeze, they're covered in stretch marks. I hate them. I wonder if I could sue the drug company for pain and suffering induced by their bad medicine.
I left the shop knowing I need to lose 30 pounds. This always happens when I go shopping for clothes, but picturing myself all flabby and gross in a wedding dress ruined my day. I need chocolate and carbs right now, so I will have to start in a few days. Hopefully this wedding planning will stress me out and induce my gastritis so I can puke up everything I eat with it being a medical condition beyond my control instead of being an eating disorder. That's usually how I end up losing weight, and it's always why I end up putting it back on once my life gets back to normal.
What kills me is that I could just as easily go to the courthouse wearing jeans and a tshirt, then go out for pizza afterwards and call it my dream wedding. I'm putting on a fancy dress and prancing around with flowers for other people.