I picked up my dress yesterday. So I can try it on every day and make sure it isn't shrinking. Heh. The more I think about the wedding the more I want to eat ice cream for breakfast, and I'm not the one getting married...what do I have to worry about really. Geez, narcissistic much? So I was really early for the bridal shop because apparently brides don't get rolling until at least 10...so I wandered around downtown Bangor, which was surprisingly nice. I bought some bagels from the fancy bagel company, which sort of stink actually, but it was a very peaceful downtown type thing to do. There are a ton of bakeries downtown and none of them are hiring, that much I learned.
So I have the dress back and the shoes are dyed and the wedding is within spitting distance. It's a very nice dress, it's sort of a shame how much I want to burn it. It's not the dress' fault that all the stress of such an important social occasion is piled against it. It's highly unfair. Probably I'll just sell it on Ebay if it doesn't split down the middle the day I wear it. And then buy a gun with the money. Or some chocolate. Probably chocolate. Which reminds me, I'm using sparkpeople again. As much as their five days of peanut butter sandwich meals still haunts me, it's still a good tool. Especially when you think you had a really bad day and then you plug it all in and it wasn't so bad at all.
There's a word I want to use and I can't get it out of my brain, something like neutral. Sparkpeople is like the switzerland of dieters, it passes no judgement on that ice cream you had for breakfast and tells you that you didn't really double your calories you only doubled your guilt. And it turns out that all my fancy vegetarian food is really low in calories. If I could stand to eat tofu tacos until the wedding I might disappear into nothing. I don't imagine all taco all the time would be any better than living la vida peanut butter but there's something about the 'taco diet' that has an alluring supermarket tabloid profitability about it.