So sorry, I’m a week off in my measurements. Things are still going great. I did have a little dress incident over the weekend. So I’ve know for months about my co-worker, Michael’s wedding. However, it wouldn’t be me if I planned to far ahead. So the last Thursday, I got a dress out of my closet to wear to the joyus event and tried it on – when I had bought it two years ago it was a bit snug..needless to say..it hasn’t fit since then. Here is the dress:

So Saturday comes and I get all ready and have about 5 minutes to put my dress on before I have to leave. I put it on and OMG!! There are brown spots all over the front of it…not sure how this possibly could have happened. Frantic cursing and pacing ensues. What the eff am I going to wear. I go to another dress..and it’s so big you can see the entire front of my bra while standing. Go to dress option 3..put it on..it’s supposed to be fitted..it looks like a garbage bag but nothing is showing that’s not supposed to. I leave the house, get in the car start backing out of the driveway, look down and realize my entire bra is showing! My boobs! everything..wtf am I going to do now. I’m already 20 minutes late to pick up my co-worker..I keep driving..I’ll figure something out. I pick-up Angela and her firsts words are “OMG, what are we going to do? I brought duct tape, packing tape, pretty much anything I could find in my apt. We’ll fix you!” So we haul it to the ceremony to which we are running into the church with Angela screaming..”you know we are going to run into the front of the church and your boob is going to fall out!” It didn’t. We sneak into the back of the church and I have my pashmina covering me like a nun. Our bosses are like, “where the hell have you been??” We leave the church and are driving to the reception, Angela and I are discussing what exactly we are going to do and then I see a sign from god, The Wrentham Outlets. I dart across 3 lanes of traffic and we enter the mall. Both of us go dashing into Sak’s Fifth Avenue..we’re grabbing every dress we can find..or at least I was. I look over and Angela has jeans in her hand! I try on, try-on some more, and some more. Nothing. I couldn’t find anything. Angela and I decide to see where we can get with the duct tape in the parking lot of the Wrentham Outlets. After some McGuyver like skills from Angela, I’m taped up and ready to go! We survived! Austin and I have a personal wedding to go to this coming weekend and I said to him on Sunday we are going to buy a dress at my go-to store Nordstroms, of course! We went last night and I found something. I’ll post a pic next week.
Finally, the inches update for the last two weeks – I can’t remember where I left off so I’m just going to post the total inches lost for this week:
Bust 37 (down 7 inches total)
Waist 37 (down 9 inches total)
Hips 44 (down 9 inches toal)
Thigh 24.5 (down 7 inches total)
Arm 13 (down 2 inches total)
Making for a total of 34 inches lost in 13 weeks!