Back in October I was in full “Bridal Shape-up” mode. I created a plan to help get myself in shape, I cut back on white carbs and desserts, I started CrossFit, and I started a mini-blogging series to keep myself accountable. Over the course of two months I lost four pounds, gained some muscles, and my clothes began to feel a bit looser. I wasn’t “dieting” for my wedding, I was “shaping-up” for it.
I was doing good up until the holidays hit. From Thanksgiving until New Years it was like an unlimited all-you-can-eat buffet of cookies, pies, and all of my favorite holiday food. Upcoming wedding or not, I wasn’t about to deprive myself of all my favorites. So I lived life to the fullest during the holidays (as I always do!) and didn’t regret a second of all the good food I was eating. Hot chocolate party? Cookie exchange? Multiple servings of turkey, ham, and pumpkin pie? Yes, yes, and yes!
Between the holiday eating feasts, I did try to keep with my plan at home. I kept running, I kept up with CrossFit, and I ate well-rounded green-filled meals whenever I could.
When I brought my dress home after my final fitting two days before Christmas it was snug. It fit like a glove and hugged my curves exactly where they needed to be hugged. I was afraid if I gained a single pound it wouldn’t fit at all. I vowed to 100% recommit myself to my plan and not eat as much junk.
Umm… yeah.. that did not happen. Little did I know that the next two weeks would be two of the craziest (in the best way possible!) weeks of my life. The mix of Christmas, New Years, birthdays, spending time with friends, having Derek home, and wedding planning threw me for a loop. I ate what I could, when I could, and enjoyed every single second of it.
When it got down to two or three days before the wedding, I just stopped caring about what I was eating (if you noticed, I wasn’t really blogging my meals during this time). There was too much to do with the wedding and a leftover biscuit with leftover pork straight from the fridge worked just fine. Who cares about fitting in that dress when there’s hotel welcome bags to organize! The closer the wedding got, the less I cared about what size I was or how I looked.
Still, the night of the rehearsal I put on my new navy dress and felt fabulous.
The moment of truth came the next day when it was time to put the dress on. I had purchased a girdle to suck everything in just in case the dress didn’t fit (not trying this on during the fittings was a bad idea). It was the type of girdle that you had to pull over your head to get it on, so I put it on before my hair and make-up started so I wouldn’t worry about messing anything up in the process. With my hair and make-up complete, they took the dress off the hanger and brought it over. I put one foot in, then the other, and pulled up. The dress zipped up with ease.
But something was off.
The dress was bunching in an odd way around the midsection. The girdle wasn’t working and had to go. Without hesitating I told my bridesmaids to grab the scissors and cut the girdle off. They tried to talk me out of it and go for a plan b, but I knew there wasn’t one. I didn’t want to risk messing my hair or make up taking the girdle off and wanted it off asap. It took some convincing, but they grabbed the scissors and started cutting the brand-new girdle off.
(thought I had a photo of this, I don’t. Darn!)
It worked. They re-zipped the dress and it was perfect. No girdle and no weird bunching.
(photo credit: Jessica Wuller)
And you know what? The dress was still like a glove. Maybe all the wedding stress cancelled out all the sweets?
(photo credit: Ashley)
After the wedding I decided to continue my mini-break from “clean” eating. During my honeymoon I indulged with dessert for both lunch and dinner, ate my weight in potato wedges, took advantage of the unlimited pina coladas, and fell head-over-heels in love with nutella. My runs were all on the shorter side (with a little walking thrown in) and I lifted weights only when I felt like doing so. It was awesome.
Now that the honeymoon is over I’m slowly making my way back into my old routine. Yes, all that “junk food” was awesome, but I can’t tell you how much i’ve been enjoying all the fresh veggies since I’ve been home! I stepped on the scale this morning for the first time in over a month and was pleasantly surprised to see a number I’m okay with on the scale. Not that the number matters, it’s the way I feel that matters, and I feel awesome. Maybe it’s the post-holidays/wedding/honeymoon glow, but I’m really happy and comfortable in my own skin right now.
I’m not really sure what the point of this post was, I started writing it after I weighed myself and then just started rambling. Do I have a point to this? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s that we shouldn’t take ourselves too seriously and learn to enjoy ourselves in the moment. Did I have really ripped arms the day of my wedding? No, but who cares? The look of happiness on mine and my husband’s faces in the wedding photos are worth sooooooo much more than ripped arms and a small waist.
(photo credit: Jessica Wuller)
So so so much more!!!