I’m back from visiting The Bride and her new name should be, The I-Cannot-Make-Any-Decisions Bride. I’m completely wedding’ed out and I’ll try my hardest not to complain too much about the whole affair, but I’m not making promises because there is a lot to complain about.
It was, however, really nice to see her and spend some time with her, her fiancé and her parents. It was a lovely weekend filled with the typical landmines of homemade comfort foods, read: food I really shouldn’t be eating. I did really well and watched my portions and ate more of the healthier choices. I came home down a pound. Whew!
I’ve set a goal to be in the 160’s by the end of March when we’ll see each other again to celebrate her 40th birthday with a girls weekend. That’s about 8 pounds which I think that might be a little aggressive but there is a chance I can do it.