One week til the wedding of the year! If the year we are counting from started from September 23rd, because there was a pretty epic wedding the day before I really can't compete with (nor do I want to, it was awesome)...
It has been a busy couple days, with the elections wrapping up and finding out on Monday night that my wedding dress needed alterations. YIKES!
When I bought the dress several months ago I got an amazing deal. There was only one problem... that day when I tried it on, the bridal store employee stood behind me fussing with the zipper/corset combo swearing that it was "only a little too small" and if I lost maybe 5 pounds it would EASILY zip. So I took the plunge and bought the dress of my dreams at the price of my dreams, and kept on chugging at my weight loss goal. I ended up surprising myself with my dedication to weight loss, and was relieved to realize I had lost 15 lbs since the day I purchased the dress. I went to try it on on Monday night and was actually worried it might be a little loose!! But as my mom tried zipping the dress we realized that it was not going to fit unless I removed a rib.
Normally if I heard a story about a girl buying a dress too small and then being offended that come wedding time it didn't fit, I'd probably laugh. I think it is ridiculous that some women place so much stock in what size their dress is instead of worrying if it fits them properly and makes their body type look great. But I didn't buy my dress because I was positive that one day I'd be small enough to fit into it. I bought it because it was ridiculously cheaper to buy the dress off the rack in the sample size (8) than it would have been to buy it in the size the store said I would need (the next size up, 10). Like over half price cheaper. I was between sizes then as well and they said it probably wasn't worth it to get the ten if I was going to keep working out and losing weight. Oh - and I am all about a good deal. So when the bridal shop also told me that if I lost five pounds it would probably not even need alterations, I was totally sold. Besides, five pounds is a bad stomach flu. I had 5 months to lose weight. Easy as pie, no problem, fork over that dress please thanks.
Anyways, long story short, dress didn't fit even with all the weight loss. Shame on me for waiting that long to try it on and being so sure it would fit. But with the help of my besties (they are amazing) I calmed the eff down, emailed a couple seamstresses, and found one that would rush the job and get alterations done by tomorrow night. For sixty bucks. Total, including the rush fee. Today, I feel like a champ. Monday, not so much. I drank a lot of wine.
And when I look at the pictures of myself from the first time I tried on the dress at the shop versus trying it on for the seamstress/mom this week... I am reminded that just because my dress didn't fit does not mean that losing the fifteen pounds doesn't make a difference. I felt great about my body this week and am so pumped about showing it off a bit in Vegas!
This week coming up should be insanity... I have orchestra rehearsals several days, driving up north to pick up my dress Friday, finishing up the shopping and packing for the trip, all in addition to the usual household stuff I take care of during the week. But I've gotten a sudden burst of energy and excitement and I am so ready for this wedding!!! I can't wait!