I’ve accepted that I will be a fat bride.
The other day I read A Fat Bride Survival Guide and it struck a chord with me. When I’d gotten engaged, I’d told myself I’d get down to a size 10 and I’d look fabuuuuulous on my wedding day!
Yeah, that didn’t happen.
2009 has been one of the most stressful years I’ve ever lived through, even aside from planning a wedding. On top of that, I have a really long commute. I’m gone from 6:45 am-7:30 PM every day. Frankly, when I get home, I honestly don’t feel like working out. I want to relax with my fiance for the few hours a day we do get to spend together. When I’m stressed, food is my comfort. So, you can imagine that instead of losing weight, I’ve been gaining it. I’ve probably gained 10 lbs. since Jeremy and I moved in together. We are one of those couples who is happy and fat. We’ve found the “one” so who needs to impress anyone anymore?
We do workout as a couple, but we’re not doing what we should be doing, which is probably an hour a night. It’s just not happening. I’m still hoping to tone up a bit before the day and lose a bit of my gutulence, but I will be happy regardless. I will also be buying a size 16 dress and I’m okay with that. The size 14 zips up most of the way, but it just doesn’t fit, and unless I starve myself in the weeks leading up the wedding, it just wont. The size 16 will. I will look lovely on my wedding day. I will have arm fat and a gut, but I’ll be who I am. I’ve been fat all my life, so my wedding photos might as well reflect that, instead of a woman I don’t really recognize. My fiance and family accept me for the way I am, so I guess it’s time I started to as well.
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