I have my first dress fitting tomorrow. How is it that when a woman has a deadline and a diet, more often than not, she will freak out and eat even more than usual? Thus I am going in there a bit softer than I’d like.

But in the end, it’ll be okay. I’ve been working out and enjoying it, so I figure the rest will follow when it needs to. And maybe by avoiding the whole obsession it will get easier. Or maybe not. But whatever. I can’t think about it right now.

What I am thinking about is the dress fitting itself. I need to remember to bring my wedding shoes with me tomorrow, which are silvery and rhine-stoney and shockingly comfy. I have like 100 pairs of this same shoe, which I found about four years ago, so I just busted out a fresh pair for this occasion. 

Despite the fact that I forked over a $40 fee to have bra cups sewn into the dress, the dress shop ladies told me to buy some kind of under-roos-type contraption to try on with the dress "just in case" but they are just going to have to deal with me, all of me, because when I finally had my one weekend off since like forever, I was not going shopping for some kind of boob-holder that would just annoy me under a wedding dress anyway. The sewed-in cups will just have to do, darn it.