Whew! I am FINALLY finished with my expensive multi-wedding year! Yesterday was my cousin’s beautiful and awesome wedding and as a result, today I am not having ANY trouble sticking to the diet (um, the raging hangover may have something to do with that).
Yesterday, as I stuffed myself into my Spanx and looked at myself in the mirror, I was reminded of how much weight I’ve put on. 
It was unpleasant. I don’t know how, but in my mind, I can put together an outfit and think “Hey, that will look great!” but when I actually put the outfit ON and look in the mirror, I am surprised and disappointed by the result. I heard recently that there’s a woman in New York that hasn’t looked in a mirror (or at her reflection) in over a year. I kind of wonder if I’d feel better about myself if I didn’t know what I looked like…
Despite feeling fat (and all… ‘that time of the month-y’, oh ya, that happened yesterday morning. I’m blessed like that. Imagine this lovely scenario: Spanx + a skirt + that time of the month. Urg. I HATE being a girl sometimes. Oh, AND my toilet plugged up JUST as I was leaving for the wedding. What a start to the day…), I still felt mildly stylish and I had a great time at the wedding. Possibly TOO great a time, seeing as I can barely speak today and the mere thought of food is remarkably upsetting. 
I had a hard day, diet-wise, on Friday. It started out well… but then the ice cream in my freezer began beckoning. It’s triple chocolate (chocolate, fudge & white chocolate and was purchased BEFORE the diet began, therefore I HAVE to eat it. It’s not the ice cream’s fault that it was bought before I decided I was a fatty!), so I can’t possibly stick to the 1/2 cup rule AND have all three flavours represented! I think I blew about 1/2 my daily points on that one bowl of ice cream alone. :-S Oops.
Then there was a bag of Sour Cream and Onion Crispy Minis. Normally, I can stop eating them but on Friday… I managed to eat an ENTIRE bag! And there went the other 1/2 of my daily points. Crap! I used up so many points, I ate into my weekly points. Yikes!
The good thing about the wedding though, was that I didn’t have TIME to eat all day! AND I exercised (doing the Twist on the dance floor counts, right?)! So I’m hoping I might have balanced out some of the bad eating from the day before.
One question, though: If I drink a glass of wine (or seven, as I did last night), does it mean I shouldn’t count exercise AS exercise? I was on the phone with a cousin of mine a few months ago, as she described exercises (that I did ONCE) on a stability ball. As I was sitting on the ball, listening to her, I took a sip of my drink. She stopped talking and asked, “Are you drinking something?” (I think she thought I was trying out the exercises as she described them. NO idea why she’d think that – she’d KNOW if I was trying to do a sit-up on a ball, while on the phone with her. It would be apparent by the straining groan I’d make as I tried to sit back up OR I’d have dropped the phone as I rolled off the damn ball) I told her yes, I had to take a sip of my wine. Apparently, drinking wine and doing a sit up (even just a theoretical one) is counter-productive. Hmm. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this ‘exercise’ stuff… :-S
Speaking of ‘exercise’, I was ashamed and disgusted to learn that I am now so fat, I can’t dance. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not a dancer to begin with; I only dance at weddings. Even then, it’s more of a goofy thing than actual dancing. My Mom is a dancing MACHINE. She’d dance all damn night, if they played music she liked. Meanwhile, my father is more goofy, like I am, and more of a social butterfly. Since no one else in my family really dances, it sort of falls to me to dance with my Mom. Of course, I love dancing with my Mommy because it makes her happy and she’s the greatest person to have ever walked the earth (I know how that just sounded but I swear on all that’s Holy – I honestly feel that way about my Mom. She is THE BEST. Of all time.). 
So last night, the DJ played “Let’s Twist Again” by Chubby Checker (I grew up on 60s music, listening to it with my parents, who preferred what they’d listened to as teens, rather than contemporary music. I still love it! Why isn’t today’s music more fun like it was in the 60s?) and of course, having been taught the twist as kids, we (all the cousins) all got up to dance with my Mom. We twisted in a circle, with a few offshoots, singing along at the top of our lungs… and I got REALLY tired, really fast. I can’t believe I’m so huge now that I can’t even dance an entire song without needing a break! I guess it’s just yet another reason on the list of “Reasons to Lose a Significant Amount of Weight”. :-S
