It's all I've been talking about for the last 2 months...weight loss and wedding. I'm not going to apologize for it either...it's just me, at this moment. When the moment is gone, I'll talk about something else.
Final pound count..I've lost 20 lbs since starting "trying to lose weight" thing in the last week of June.
So that puts me at about..8.5 weeks I think.
I'm proud of my progress. My original goal was 15 lbs for my wedding on Saturday. Not only did I reach it, I've exceeded by 5 whole pounds.
Granted my ankles are really sore right now..I must have over did it at some point, I've decided to take it easy this week. I deserve it.
I babysit tomorrow so I'm sure I'll get exercise from that.
And wedding. la la la..
Finally did a post about it on facebook letting the many many relatives and friends know why they aren't gonna be there. Very small wedding.
I can still feel a chill up my spine about it..I knew some relatives knew and weren't happy about it. (not getting invited that is).
It's family politics really. Originally our list was even shorter, but since my folks are paying for the whole thing, my fiance suggested we let them invite up to 6 more guests of their choosing. So...needless to say they picked people THEY are close with and not so much me or my guy. But..that's the compromise. I hope everything will be well. Now that the day is almost here..I'm scared.
Excited is fading to just plain scared. And I'm not sure what I'm scared of.
I think I need yoga or something..