Extreme

So the best and worst thing kinda happened all at the same time yesterday… and Becky and Jess jinxed me a couple of months ago:

The three of us gals were hanging out on the porch shooting the shit when Becky goes, "I want to make you girly. Put you in a dress… a PINK dress. Do your hair. Do your makeup…" She says this to me all the time, but as you can imagine, I feel like a blimp, and I really never have felt girly.

Jess agrees and they start chatting about different things they could torture me with.

Then Becky looks at me and says, "What if Starfish asks you to be in her wedding?" Starfish and Scott have been engaged since last February. I say, "I don’t think she will. She has two sisters and I don’t seem to be her best friend anymore…" "Well, what if she does?" "…Yeah… I don’t know."

So Starfish texts me yesterday morning, "Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to."

"What if I say six? or, That caviar is a garnish?"
"Well, one of those would definitely be right."
"Lucky number six…"
"I was wondering if you would be my Maid of Honor"

And cut to me freezing in horror. Humbled, but horrified.

"When is the wedding?"
"Don’t really have anything set yet. I want to get my dress and I think when I do that everything else will get rolling."

So…..

The return of the weight loss tracker. I haven’t eaten in 24 hours… Just water. *sigh*. Not feeling shitty yet. I’ll probably end up doing that soup thing again. At least is sustencence. I’ll hopefully be skinny before I know it… I want to loose 90 pounds… at least 8-. My goal would be 100-105. If you looked at me you would probably think I couldn’t loose any of those numbers. I think I just carry it well. 100 pounds? That kinda makesm e sick, that’s a whole person. *More sighs*. Wish me luck again, i need it!