You are spectacular. Thank you for the sweet emails, texts and comments about yesterday's post. Glory to God that He gives us such stupendous freedom! I could seriously bust out some jazz hands right about now.
You made my day.
So, in other news, let's talk about this Vegas wedding, shall we?
It is almost five weeks away and I am in full "get your booty to the gym" mode. I spent most of my winter eating entire pans of brownies so it was way past time for me to get back at it. And all it takes is one three-way mirror to make you find your motivation.
So far, this is what my week has looked like:
Monday, I ran.
Tuesday, I did high intensity circuit training.
Today, I can't move the lower half of my body.
In other words, I feel awesome!
Other than wanting to feel better, I have another reason for this sudden surge of motivation: I ordered my bridesmaids dress one size smaller than what I normally wear.
I know, it's true. It's like the cardinal rule of what NOT to do for any wedding. But, in my defense, the dress was no longer available in my size and I could either go up or down...so I chose down. I am nothing if not optimistic, people.
The dress that I had ordered last week finally arrived and I didn't care for it so I had to start looking again. And I know there are literally thousands of black dresses out there but I just really love this one. It is one that will work for a wedding but I could also wear again. And how often can you say that about a bridesmaids dress? Practically never.
And besides, I have hips that were either created for child birth or Latin ballroom dancing so I need something that works with me, not against me.
Here is a picture of the dress:
With our black dresses, we are wearing red shoes for the wedding. I am going with a pair of my favorite shoes of all time:
I may even buy a fun clip to add to them, you know, just for a little Vegas flair.
So, there you have it. That is why I have not posted recipes and pictures of peanut butter caramel dipped in dark chocolate. I have a dress to fit into and I don't want it to make me look like a sausage. And I don't want all of my blood, sweat and tears to be for nothing. I can do that without the treadmill.