Back from the bottom of the candy bowl...
Hello dear friends. I have returned from the abyss of the end of the school year, the glorious days of summer, and the hell bidden beginning of the school year. I have returned, and am back with a new journey. A stereotypical journey. I, my friends, have recently gotten engaged! My amazing fiance asked me to marry him 2 weeks ago! I have been kind of patiently waiting for this step in our relationship. It is here, and we are so happy! After the sob-laughing for 10 minutes when he asked me, telling family and friends, and wandering around on a cloud for two weeks, a small, annoying as hell internal voice popped in my brain. The voice that says, "You are going to be in white, and you do not want to look like a GIANT MOO COW." I promptly told this little voice to shut the fuck up and crawl back into the recesses from which it came, but still trembled a little at this fear of mine. I do not want to be one of those brides that obsesses and freaks out about loosing weight.