Well, not really… 39 now.
B and I spent the evening gluing our centre pieces together, figuring out who’s sitting where, programs, final meetings with caterer, dj, hair trials, make up trials and fittings are all scheduled for the next 3 weeks.
I’m doing the unthinkable next weekend. Given the amount of stuff that needs to be done, I can’t believe what I’m about to say.
I’m taking a weekend off.
That’s right, a whole weekend. I’m heading out next Thursday night with my MoH and the kids and won’t be back until Sunday. B is hanging at home, he’ll have a list of ‘to do’ but really, there isn’t much left to be ‘to done’
I’ll post a proper update on the weight, the dress, the exercise at some point this week. I’m a little frustrated with the rate of loss (though a perfectly respectable 2-3lbs per week) so I’m hoping to see more inches lost when I measure in with Dr. W next.
Hope you all are well, I’m wiped, back to the grind.