Procrastination

Liking nothing more than putting things off until the last minute, this week is going to suck. Why, you ask? Because I need to lose just a couple of pounds before my friends wedding. This Saturday. So I will be working out like mad and dieting all week. Miso soup for lunch, here I come.

Also, some last minute news from the bride, I am 3 inches taller than the best man, who is the same height as the groom, and the bride is 2 inches shorter than that. And I have 3 inch heels. Time to go buy some flats so that I don't look like a giant in all of the pictures.

Last night I decided to try on my whole ensemble for the wedding and found out that none of my strapless bras fit, so I have to go buy one of those too. Being a maid of honor really sucks money out of your wallet, because in addition to spending way too much on the bachelorette party this weekend (which I would rather not talk about, for I am still exhausted and crabby) I still have to pay for getting my nails and hair done. Which, 0h yeah! I broke two nails yesterday, without even getting out of bed once. Yes, I am that talented!

But there is some good in all of this: a husband who puts up with me. After watching me mope around all day and cry twice from exhaustion and once because I have gained weight recently, he made me drag my recently larger ass out of bed and go for a walk. Actually it was more of a jog, because in order to keep up with him and his long-legged stride I have to jog half the time. We went probably about four miles and ended up with a 25 meter sprint back to our front door. Then, revved up from the hike I did stretches and 100 crunches.

After I was done, and I was lying on the floor, sweating, Aaron looked at me in that certain way. "Watching you work out is hot," he said, and from that point on I was definitely not the crabby person I had been earlier in the day.