I like food. I'm a foodie, a gourmet, a food snob. (Ok, I also just looked up "foodie" on Wikipedia and apparently I'm neither a foodie or gourmet because I don't love food for "consumption, study, preparation and news." I love it for going in my belly and tasting good on the way down.)
That being said, this whole you-loose-weight-before-your-wedding-because-you-get-so-stressed thing I've been hearing so much about...I've decided is a myth. At least in my case. Because I'm plenty stressed (see previous post). And yet the overwhelming desire for pizza, ice cream, and all things fried keeps coming.
Now, I am combating the food that desires to take up permanent residence on my thighs and hips by doing pilates, which is great and is really making me feel good. But I'm failing in this whole work-out and (double emphasis on the "and") eat-right thing.
And here's the scary part. My first dress fitting. Is. This. Friday.
Thus the distress signal. I am indeed in grave and imminent danger of eating a whole pizza for lunch...and probably some cereal...and some popcorn...and maybe some carrots...and then a couple of cookies...
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