My Wedding Dress' Job

The wedding is just one week away.  All of the big stuff is done, but I'm still planning on spending a few more afternoons with Heidi working out the details.  And of course, time spent with Heidi (especially in her garage) means Chipotle for lunch.

(We always work very hard)

Anyways, I've been told that I must be crazy to eat Chipotle the week of my wedding, let alone more than once!  To that and to all the articles, blogs, and websites that talk about losing weight for your wedding I say they are all crazy, not me!  I've seen my fair share of facebook posts to the extent of "We're engaged!  Guess I need to start that diet now . . ." as if that is the most important part of the exciting news.

I'm not going to get on my soap box and say that I haven't worried about my weight with my wedding dress over the last nine months, because I have.  But I have gotten past the crazy "I'll just lose 15 pounds" phase. I call it crazy, because that's exactly what it is!  I've learned more about the different silhouettes, colors, and details of wedding dresses throughout my engagement than I care to admit, however one of the important things I did learn is that WEDDING DRESSES ARE MADE TO FLATTER YOUR BODY (and not the other way around).  Shocker, I know.  The key was to find one that I love (without worrying about anyone else) and my attitude will reflect it.  Not to mention that Doug will love it as long as I love it (at least, he better!).

I don't need to be a size 2 to look good in my wedding dress.  In fact, at 6 feet tall, I would probably be in the hospital for malnutrition if I was a size 2.  Now, no offense to all the wonderful women out there who are naturally petite.  I'm not saying that being skinny is bad, I'm saying that starving your body for the sake of fitting into a dress is bad.

There are more important things than just the way I look.  This summer, I spent almost every non-rainy day rollerblading, including a 40 mile trip in under 4 hours, followed by hiking and climbing.

In order to accomplish that, I had to increase the amount of calories I was eating.  On another adventurous note, Heidi and I are biking/rollerblading to our old high school and back this week and we will be recovering by way of a Chipotle burrito (Have you guys guessed what my favorite place to eat is yet?).

I would like to see a malnourished, 6 foot tall, size 2 try to rollerblade 40 miles.  While we're on the subject, I would like to see that same 6 foot tall, size 2 try to hip check a male college hockey player, putting him on his back.  I've been able to do both, and I will also look damn good in my wedding dress.

(Sorry guys, no dress photos.  Can't ruin the surprise!)

Let's Go Climb A Tree!

Two years ago I met someone who has turned into my tree climbing partner in crime.  It is amazing how many tree pictures we both have . . .