Ladies, first of all - I love you guys. Thank you for your great comments and support.
Now, please note that I am officially FREAKING OUT.
Get this shit....
Yesterday, I workout like a fiend, starve myself until the dress fitting so I'm feeling good; all is well. Now you must note that I haven't tried the dress on in over 6 weeks. When I tried it on at that time my Mom was in town and even she said "just lose 10 more pounds". I was already planning to lose more then that so no biggie.
We get to the seamstress yesterday, I try the dress on and they lace the corset backing up as tight as it will go and I'm comfortably in it!
I panic. Yes, PANIC.
Do you realize what this means? Do you?
It means that my dress, right now, fits perfectly.
The seamstress and my planner tell me that I "must not lose another pound".
They tell me to "stop losing weight".
No way. No how. NEVER.
So I start freaking out. Right then. I ask if they can take the dress in. But because of the way the dress is made, that is not an option. Not a fucking option!!!
I WILL lose another 15-20lbs before this wedding. Period. That shit is happening.
So I am now facing the reality of my dress not fitting properly.
So I said fuck it.
Know what I am doing today??
Going wedding dress shopping. Yeah, I said it.
I'm buying another, smaller, dress. This is my wedding day and I'm going to weigh the least I possibly can. And I will have a dress that fits.
My fiance is not happy with me and thinks I'm nuts.
I'm just pulling out the credit card.
I probably am crazy but dammit...I am losing more weight and I will wear a dress that fits.
I can't even believe this is happening. I should have bought the damn dress in a smaller size to begin with. And I love the dress. It was not cheap. But too bad.
Bride-zilla is here.
Wish me luck! And stay hungry!!