Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Another Pound Bites the Dust

After a weekend with Dan in South Jersey with daily WW point totals of as much as 50, I stepped on the scale preparing for my ill fate. I don't know how, but I lost one pound this week. I have the feeling that the weekend of excessive calories will catch up to me eventually. In the mean time, I'm back on track already. The thing is, I never felt like I was really off track-- granted I should not have ate cake or mozzarella en carozza, but even when I indulged, I only indulged a little (but a little of everything...).

My mother updated me that she has officially dropped more than 35 pounds! She is celebrating the fact that she had to go jean shopping because her pants are too big. When shopping, she discovered that she has dropped about two jean sizes! I'm so proud of her. She keeps me going :) Way to go, Mom! Keep it up! The weight loss makes us both more excited for the wedding.

Speaking of the wedding, Lynn keeps asking me when I want to try my dress on again. I'm dreading it because I know that it still won't fit. I feel like I want to see a more drastic change before I put it on again. Is that wrong? I know I can be avoidant, and this is a perfect example. How about if I set Saturday, April 10 as the next time I will try on my dress?That's the 6 month mark. Maybe I'll even invite a few people over if they would like to see it. Hopefully,I will have my veil  by then to put on as well. Then, I can send a picture to my mom so she can see it, blah blah blah. Maybe that's what I will do. :sigh: 

This weekend, we finalized the menu for the rehearsal dinner at Buca- very exciting! On Sunday, Dan and I went to church and met with Pastor Lynne afterwards. We nailed down more details, and got a survey of relationship questions for each of us to answer privately. The survey will help the pastor detect any potential "red flags" in our marriage. I noticed a few, but if she makes a big deal of things, I'm not sure how I will handle it. I'm sure it won't be pretty. LOL!

Later that day, we visited Dan's father to talk about his participation in the wedding. Let's just say that his initial reaction was surprising, but after a few hours, we were all on the same page. It's not easy when divorced families cannot get along. I am just glad the children were older when the divorce took place. Everyone needs to grow up and set their differences aside, if only for the few occasions surrounding the wedding, and be civil for us and the uniting of two families. I stand by my promise that I will forgive NO ONE that makes a scene at the wedding over this drama. We don't want to hear any ill words about it, so everyone needs to keep it to themselves-- no looks, excessive sobbing, grumbling, or gossiping. No one will ruin our day. The day is stressful enough, poor Dan can't stand to be put in the middle that day too. That's his father (and his wife)-- he wants them there-- deal with it. LOL. I sound like my mother. It's a story for Jerry Springer, I swear.

1 comment:

  1. I know, personally, I would definitely want my dad at my wedding (if the old man sticks around and I don't run away to some island to get married) even though there is a huge rift between him and like all the family members on my mom's side...Deal with it. You brought me into this world collectively - you can give me away collectively. The only two that get along from both are the grandmoms. How ironic?