I bought the first wedding dress I tried on. Well, I tried on several and then went back to the first one and bought it. It was the dress of my dreams...multitoned cream on champagne, strapless, long train, caviar beading. It was the dress little girls dream about and it was mine. The day of the wedding it took three people to get it on me and a half hour to lace. I cannot describe the magic that dress had but I'd swear when I wore it I was floating. When the wedding was over and my new husband and I were at our hotel I was taken aback at the thought of never wearing the magic dress again. I carried it back to my parents house where it lives in a box somewhere in their basement. Six years and two beautiful little girls later my thought return back to that dress. Why do we only wear them once? Brides (or in my case, parents of the bride) spend a fortune on their magic dress for one day, which turns out to be roughly five hours. Now, I am not naive enough to think either of my girls will want to wear my dress and I am not about to consign it so I will just have to wear it. Which brings us to my problem. It doesn't fit.
Six years, two children, and eating my way through the majority of my twenties has brought me to today and my journey. Today, on May 4, 2011 I will begin my quest for the dress. Unlike my first quest for the dress, I now have the dress I just don't have the body. As I take a deep and exhale for confidence, I will inform you that to wear the dress I will need to lose roughly 40 pounds. I decided to blog this because I will need not only support but accountablility as I have a propensity for quitting. I am also blogging this because I don't want to be the only married woman wearing her wedding dress for no reason other than it fits. I know I'm not alone in this so I will show you my dress if you show me yours.
