So...I purchased a new dress yesterday!!!!!!!!!! A little back story...I was engaged 13 years ago, I had posted before about this dress and how I was afraid I'd not get in it. Long story short, my parents wanted me to wear it bc they bought it. I have fluctuated weight, I lost 130lbs, gained 60lbs, lost then gained....so now I'm 34 and of course your body doesn't bounce back to where it all came from originally...gained or lost. Anyway, since February, I have been killing myself to get in this dress...I thought was my dream. I lost 8 inches. I still had 3 inches to go for it to fit perfectly...I have 78 days to go, I was terrified that I just wouldn't do it. After an emotional fitting with my parents Wed night, and them telling me that I need to bump up my cardio, my dieting and get in the "d**n" dress I cried all night, tortured my fiancé and was miserable...after being up all night and having to go to work the next day feeling like a failure. I went in spoke to my director and said "Hey we are slow, can I please go take care of some personal things?" She happily said yes bc apparently she had been worried about me killing myself and stressing over getting in my dress. She said she had seen a huge difference and I had lost a ton and to feel good about my weight loss but do what I had to do. So I left...I drove straight to my closest David's Bridal, and I basically cried all over the check-in counter (that poor girl probably thought I was nuts). Luckily, I was the only one in the store...they fit me in dresses all day and I even called my MOH to come meet me since she was off.
I was able to find my dream dress, that was a smaller size, fit me better and made me feel like a beautiful bride. I called my FH and said I was spending the money and I wasn't telling anyone I was there but his sister, and I bought the dress. I am so happy I did, I am not going to give up on my goal, if I lose a few more I'll look even more fantastic...but I don't have to be miserable for 78 days worrying and making myself sick that I may not have a dress and have to go to JCPenney as my dad suggested the week before the wedding.
After that emotional rollercoaster, I had to meet my mom that day for my first hair trial. I ended up breaking down and telling her. She was hurt I did it alone but she was relieved that I wasn't going to be stressing anymore about the dress that was a little too small bc it would go up all the way but 7 buttons. HUGE WEIGHT LIFTED. Now I feel like the rest will be perfect!
