I arrive at the store (again, thinking skinny), and head on back to the alterations department. As they bring the dress out I immediately regret having that delicious piece of strawberry shortcake last night. I proceed to step into the dress and pull it up. What happens next is best described in dialogue:
Alterations lady (From here on out I'll refer to her as AL for abreving reasons): "Turn around, let me have a look at the corset".
As I turn around I only pray that it was my short arms that were the reason I couldn't come close to fastening the corset myself.
Me: "Um, Ok."
Me: "What? Did I lose so much weight that now you have to sew in an extra hook and eye on the inner side of the corset?"
AL: "NO! I can't even fasten the outer buttons"
Hmm...that's strange. I swear I thought skinny all day
AL: "Have you lost ANY weight?!"
Me: "Well, I, er, um.....no"
AL: "What have you been eating then?"
Immediately I flash back to 2AM Saturday night while stuffing my face with an oversized checkers cheeseburger and fries. As I contemplated telling the truth or lying and saying "salads", my oh so helpful sister chimes in with a chuckle and says "Chocolate!"
Great. Thanks Molly. My secret is officially out. No, I have NOT been a crazy bride watching everything I eat. Sure, I like to talk about how I can't eat this or I shouldn't eat that, but in the end when a beautiful piece of chocolate chip cookie cake is placed in front of my face I'm going to have a piece. And when I finish that piece, I'll go back for seconds.