Starting Monday…a journey to the finish…

…and that trouble I speak of is a wedding…tomorrow. And this just isn’t any wedding…it’s the wedding of a co-worker, who has been giving me daily updates on the menu. (Can we say hazlelnut cake with a marshamallow topping, anyone?) Another key factor in her menu…in fact, I think everything is based around this one: bacon. It’s going to be trouble. Oh, and did I mention I’m seated RIGHT NEXT TO THE OPEN BAR? Trouble trouble trouble. I have absolutely zero willpower when it comes to weddings. None. Zilch. Nada. I think of it as a time to step away from the diet for a day, and celebrate. And it is. Probably not to the extreme that I do, but to a degree. So, I need to come up with a plan of action. And here it is: (this is completely extemporaneous, so bear with me…)

*I’m going to have a small, nutritious, low-cal breakfast. In addition, I’m going to drink a ton of water before the ceremony, because once I arrive, I doubt I’m going to drink any.

*Today, I’m working on packing up my apt. (Yep…I’m moving…moving home…as in parent’s house. Ok, I guess technically I should say Father’s house…as my mother is deceased…that just sounds weird though. Eh, this isn’t the place for that.) Anyhoo, (can I go off on a tangent, or what?)…I’m going to be burning mucho calories working around the apt, packing stuff. I’m not going to actually have a dedicated workout session…I worked out 5x this week…and doing an officialworkout on the weekends when I could be doing other things just pisses me off. I’m odd…I know. There will be no time tomorrow to get any exercise in…I have a hair appt (I’m f*ing lazy….I refuse to do my own hair. Hell, I want it to look good!) So, any exercise I get this weekend will be from packing.

*So, I was just thinking that I could burn major cals dancing at the wedding, but who in the hell am I kidding? I am as white and as lacking rhythm as a person could get. Hopefully there will be the electric slide, perhaps the chicken dance..but I’m kinda thinking there won’t be. (I’ve once been told that when I dance, my top half looks ok, but my bottom half looks like a seal out of water. I’m not kidding!) So dancing? No.

*Alcohol. I’ll admit it, I want to drink. I don’t necessarily want to get sloppy drunk, but I want to have a good time, all the same. I’m usually a beer girl, so I guess I could stick to that…at least I can keep a tally on cals ingested. But I tend to like to go with the fun drinks when I’m at a wedding (mainly because they’re free, and I’m f*ing cheap). Amaretto stone sours…Kahlua and Cream…the good, sugary stuff. I’m also a vodka fan, but I don’t want to do cranberry and vodka, because craberry juice, abliet, it’s good for your kidneys, is pure sugar. Perhaps I can do vodka and diet. (I’m trying to quit all artifical sweetners, too. Don’t even get me started on how bad all of that shit is for you.) Ugh, it’s a double edged sword. Any suggestions?

I guess I’ll just try and do everything in moderation…and move a lot. If in the end the scale goes back up a lb, so what? It’ll go back down. It’s only a #, after all. Well folks, it’s time to get my butt off the couch and get moving…have a great weekend!