Confession.

I had McDonald's for breakfast. Today. And yesterday. Ahhhhhh, I feel so much better. If makes it any less awful, all I got (both days) was a small coffee and a sausage mcmuffin. Yesterday's excuse was my 8:10am dentist appointment for a teeth cleaning (first of a bunch of dental procedures I'll be having over the next 3 months, read my recap of my new dentist here) which I refused to eat before (that just seems so counterproductive, no?) and today's excuse is....I felt like crap, got up late (although still squeezed in putting on makeup, that's how much I like my skin tone being even) and didn't have time for breakfast at home, plus I must caffeinate in the morning time, lest I lose my mind and/or fall asleep at work. I have this really annoying dry cough...and I've been sneezing a lot more than usual. It's probably a cold, I haven't had one in a forever.

I still parked farther away, even though it was pretty cold again today and I was a tid bit late, and I plan on taking a walk to the post office on my lunch break.

Hey look...it's already Wednesday, sweetness.

Walk it out.

Today began my "park farther away and walk more, fatty" campaign. This consists of parking in a bigger lot which is a bit farther away than one I've been parking in since winter hit. (I apologize for the less than clever name). I decided its not too frigid outside and hopefully it pays off a bit in the long run. My longtime best friend is getting married on May 15th no matter the size of my arse, but I would really prefer to not have to pay to have the dress I ordered 4 months ( and about 20 pounds) ago altered. Plus I'm the Matron (I REALLY hate that word, it makes me feel so....old.) of Honor, so I was to look extra nice since I'm the Bride's right hand lady. Husband is getting on track with me with the healthy eating as well. He wants us to cut out bread and pasta for starters and see how it works. I'm all about trying anything, so once all the bread in our house is gone, I won't be replenishing the reserves.

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I (finally!) began using my Bare Minerals make-up yesterday. It is pretty much amazing and doesn't feel like make up at all, which is perfect since my #1 reason I usually go without anything besides moisturizer with SPF and if I'm feeling saucy, some eye stuff, is I hate the way make up feels. Now I can have a pretty even complexion without the ick factor most foundations give me. I have definitely seen a difference and I feel better inside and out because of this. Sociology taught me that we perceive ourselves how we think people perceive us (the looking-glass self, anyone? Charles Horton Cooley perhaps? Bueller? Man I miss school...) and it may be very superficial, but when I feel pretty on the outside, it helps me feel better about myself in my head.

Now if the eating and movement changes I'm putting into action stick, I may just be on the road to a new and improved me. Here's hoping.

Seven.

My pal Tabs gave me this pretty:

and tagged me to create a "favorite seven things" so here goes (in no particular order)

1. Fiancé. He truly is my penguin aka lobster aka soul mate and ying to my yang.
2. Sleeping on freshly laundered sheets.
3. Giggling babies....they are infectous and you can't help but giggle with them.
4. The post-workout high. It is what keeps me coming back to the gym every day lately.
5. Lazy Sundays.
6. Chipotle....its like heaven in American-Mexican food form (to me at least).
7. Clothes shopping for Kiddo...I can't seem to buy myself much of anything these days, but I love buying her clothes.

I'm supposed to tag other peeps to do the same...but I'm pretty much a loser and only have the one follower who is the person who tagged me...so any secret stalkers out there feel free to make yourself known and post your 7 favorite things in a comment.

Coming up later: This week's To-Do list.

Wedding.

I just had the urge to list what I DON'T want associated with our wedding:

Calla Lilies.
Bows on the backs of chairs.
Receiving line of any sort.
Bridesmaids with matching hair, shoes, accessories.
1 Corinthians 13:4.
A long, hypocritical Christian ceremony when neither of us follow any organized religion belief system.
"it all was a blur" afterthoughts.

Things we will be doing:
DIY flowers and centerpieces.
sustainable favors, if any at all.
A short, to the point ceremony centered around the committment of marriage, not its religious meaning.
Enjoying the whole day and not stressing about all the little details :)
Catering done by local pizza places/DIY salad bar.
Celebrating our marriage with family and friends, woo!

I just stumbled upon a friend-of-a-friend's wedding photos and they could have been taken straight from a wedding mag. Why on Earth do I want to spend all this time planning a day almost identicial to this, besides slight differences in color and flower choice? All I really want is a the day to be as unique as we are...and we are pretty special people, if I may say so myself, haha.

Boo Wedding Planning.

Women who enjoy planning their wedding are crazy in my opinion.

Don't get me wrong, there have been a few times things have been fun to plan/organize, but as of late, its nothing more than a huge pain in the ass that is making me crabby and overly worried and anxious.

It is so hard for me to remember what I really want is the most important thing because I do value certain people's opinions and when certain people react badly to things I thought they would be supportive about I get so pissed. And worried. And upset.

And then there is Fiance, who is pretty much clueless to the whole evil Wedding Industrial Complex, and he just doesn't get how there are expectations for what I am supposed to want and not want and what "we have to do" just because we are getting married. He doesn't get it.

He has a brilliant idea that I love which will cut our food cost in half: order pizzas and subs from the two places in town and we can DIY salad, cheese, olives and pickles from GFS. It is totally "us" because we aren't fancy people and who doesn't love pizza? People have been pissing all over this idea left and right before they even let me finish explaining how it is going to be done.

Like I would just throw 25 pizzas, still in their boxes, on a buffet table and holler "c'mon git it!" SERIOUSLY.

There will be a lovely pre-set up buffet table, with heat lamps for the pizzas, and definitely with some sort of platters to put on and take them out of the boxes. There will be a "Pizza buffet coordinator" or two. There will be a mini salad bar type thing, with breadsticks and sub sandwiches for those not wanting pizza. And there will be some awesome pizzas made with whole grain wheat crust and organically grown local veggies pizza for those wanting a heatlhier pizza option (ie: MEEEEE). Just because we want to serve pizza doesn't mean it has to look cheap or taste like greasy goodness. I mean, some of it will be your staples, but the other half will be veggie awesomeness.
No one lets me explain all this before completely shutting me down. It's really irritating. And it really only makes me want to do it EVEN MORE to prove them all wrong. Especially my mother. She says, "Pizza? I don't think so. but its your day, do whatever you want but you would have to have a really good salad for people like me...not just some lettuce in a bowl!"

Ah, man, because I was totally going to just put some plan lettuce in a huge ass bowl for people to eat at my freaking wedding. Damn it Mom, I'm not a freaking idiot.

We're trekking to IKEA tomorrow (my mom, her friend and my sister) and I am hoping to not even talk about food for the wedding at all. I just don't want to discuss it anymore for a while.