The wedding is Friday. Five days to go and I'm so freakin' hungry! My crazy gorgeous wedding dress fits, mind you, it's not like I can't get into it. But it fits snugly, like a glove, but not like a sausage skin -- that would be bad. I want a teensy bit of breathing room in it as I plan to boogie the night away to wonderful wedded bliss tunes like "Baby Got Back" and "White Wedding". So...I've been low cal, low carb, low everything except a lettuce leaf and a thin slice of avocado. Okay, maybe not that deprived, but there has been no barbacoa, no steak & fried egg tacos from One Taco, no cheeseburger in paradise, noEgg Nog (with bourbon) ice cream at Amy's Ice Cream and certainly no beer. Well, save the one glass of Jester King Commercial Suicide I had this week, in one of Beertown Austin's fabulous moustache glasses. I know I shouldn't have, but it was whisky! barrel! aged!! And it was supremely delicious.
All my hard work is paying off, though. I'm about 3lbs under what I was when I first tried on my dress, so I'm calling this a success. After all, it's Thanksgiving soon and we'll be making our traditional cornbread dressing, oven roasted turkey with a bacon blanket over the breast, pumpkin and pecan pies, broccoli, cheese & rice casserole...yeah, I'll be eating the toddler sized portions on Thursday, so that the very next day I can step into my gown and not pass out if I try to inhale too deeply. For the record, my seamstress refused to let out the side seams, telling me quite firmly that the dress fits perfectly.
I'll be picking up my sister and niece on Tuesday morning and guess where they want to head to immediately after arrival? Yeah, uh huh, Juan in a Million.