This upcoming Saturday I get to stand up in front of 300+ folks, look pretty and
not freak out like the hysterically, awkward weird person I can be when I get nervous!
All because I get to be the maid of honor in one of my best friend's weddings up north and
HAVE to fit in the bridesmaids dress. As of right now I can zip the sucker up just struggling with simple things like breathing..sitting..basic stuff. Therefore, this week I am trying to keep reminding myself that
FOOD IS FUEL. Repeat everytime I see cookies or cake or pizza or fried chicken.. *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel* *food is fuel*
The problem is I. LOVE. FOOD.
When I see a deliciously, cheesey- full of
turkey-tomato-lettuce-chipotle mayo-avocado sandwich on homemade bread with a
side of shoe-string fries I am filled with joy. At times, I've gotten
emotional** because I get so excited about yummy food.
**cue Jerry Maguire
In conclusion, fingers crossed I don't black out and eat my weight in rich, creamy-protein filled food this week and fit into my dress.
I'll post pictures/update next week on the outcome along with a list of all the different fatty-cheat foods I'm going to treat myself with to celebrate the strong will power and 5:30AM workout dedication over the last few weeks!
