Anyone in my life will tell you that for the past three weeks I have not been extremely pleasant. In 12 days I will be Maid of Honor in my best friends wedding.
The dress for this wedding unforgiving. And by unforgiving I mean you might as well be nakkid.
So, for three weeks, I have been waking up at 5 a.m. for workouts, resisting the urge to eat carbs and even skipping out on desserts.
I have 12 days. 12. 12 more days until I can eat again.
Until then, I will dream about the foods that I have missed so dearly.
I guess you could say that I, uh, like comfort foods?
12 days...and counting.