The crime: overindulging and under-exercising for several weeks.
The punishment: sizing out of a garment in the wrong direction.
Welp, that’s done. I won’t be wearing the dress I had bought for the wedding this weekend, to the wedding this weekend.
I guess I’ll have to find some other occasion, because damn it, I will rock that dress. I will wear it somewhere fabulous with the hot-pink heels that sass it up even more. Then I will post (faceless) photos of it and everyone will be like, “OOOOOH, I get it now.”
Anyway, I have been doing well with making up lost ground ever since I snapped out of my awful lapse on my mission, and I’ve already undone a significant amount of the damage. I won’t feel over it until I’m under where I had been, but I am very pleased with the progress. It’s never a bad time to remind yourself that you’re awesome.
I’m awesome. Awesome and fearless.
And I’m coming for you, sexy dress. I can’t wait to get inside you. #clothesporn