Where are the Cupcakes When You Need'Em?

I have the mid-day hump day blues ya'll! It's not looking good for the rest of the day either. First, I get to work and realize that I've left my purse at home! After that magnificent revelation, I realized that I only have 25 miles worth of gas left in my car. I have yet, as an adult, to run out of gas and become stranded on the side of the road, however, if that dreaded event presented itself today, it would be more than fitting. 
Second, as I sit down to open up my email, I see that the office admin is out sick. So... what does that mean for Candy? It means that I'm doing her duties as well as mine... all day... for the entire office. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind helping her out when she's gone because she's always more than willing to help me with anything that I need, but it just sucks being the office gopher. I always tip my hat to her because she does a bang-up job at everything. She's always pleasant and always amenable to whatever you need. Me, on the other hand, they usually get the stare of death and a dry answer. I think they've learned by now to avoid coming to me if they don't really have to :-)
Third, still agonizing that I don't have my purse, and that I'm damn near out of gas, I realize, I left my lunch sitting in one of the dining room chairs. SMH! I am more than certain that once I get home, my lunch will have been devoured by one or both of my little pooch dogs. They'll eat right on through the cardboard box to get to that frozen meal, which still won't stop them from chowing down.  
All I can do is laugh and pray that a yummy box of GiGi's Cupcakes do not magically appear in the break room anytime soon. If they do... I don't know what will happen. I keep saying little prayers for the Lord to give me strength. I have to. I'll lose it if I don't. These impromptu stress moments are the ones that incite the fatty mcfatster in me to reveal herself. I'm trying to curb that and keep fatty at bay. I have to remember that there is a greater cause going on behind the scenes here. I have to remember that I have a purpose for enduring all of these hunger pangs. I also have to remember that I want to be fine as wine come December *wink*
*Side note*: My supervisor just came and brought me some imported chocolate from the Galapagos Islands. GREAT! 

Let's Get This Party Started!!!

Where do I begin? Hmmm... well, if you haven't caught on yet to the play on words use of the MOH in the blog title or... if you just decided to skip reading the blog description altogether, I, yes, ME, have been chosen to be the Maid of Honor in my best friends impending nuptials. How exciting is that?

Forget the fact that I've been distinguished with this tremendous honor, how about I'm almost 38 years old and this is the FIRST wedding that I've ever been in? Crazy, right? I’m uberly excited and beyond thrilled about the whole thing but yet I’m also nervous and a tad bit sad. Sad because my best friend of 20+ years and the wedding itself, are on the other side of the country. This means that I'm not going to be there for any of the special moments like looking for a dress, cake tastings, picking out decorations, and any other pre-wedding festivities aside from the bridal shower and the actual wedding. I want to share this experience with her. I know that this is her day but I want to be there for her in close proximity and not 3000 miles away via text and phone calls.

I’m nervous because from what I’ve read, being a MOH is a lot of work. Not that I can't handle it, it’s just that it’s a BIG role to play in a very special life changing event that one will remember for the rest of their life. The amount of weight that this job holds is tremendous. The duties of a MOH aren’t all that hard but when you’re this far away, my thought is that it might be quite taxing- mentally.

Just a simple run down of what my duties will consist of:

• Be the brides right hand woman
• Help the bride shop for dresses
• Plan the bridal shower and, if the bride wants one, the bachelorette party.
• Keep a record of gifts that are received at the shower.
• Coordinate the bridesmaid duties, schedule dress fittings, hair appointments, finding accessories, updates on pre-wedding parties.
• Make a toast at the wedding
• Most importantly: KEEP THE BRIDE LAUGHING AND STRESS FREE

I refuse to be the reason why things aren’t done correctly or why this could possibly be a disastrous day. Scratch that. We’re just going to hold those thoughts out and away from all of this and present nothing but positive vibes throughout this journey.

On another note- this isn’t just about being the best MOH in the history of MOH’s *smile*- it’s also about me attaining my health and fitness goals… with a slight push that, I don’t want to look a hot mess in my dress on the big day :-). I’m trying my hardest to stay motivated but it’s hard. I’ve always battled with my weight. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found it even harder to shed the pounds and keep them off. Last year, I lost 67 lbs in 6 months, only to gain it all back and then some within an even shorter amount of time that I lost it. That was me going to the gym 6 days a week and consuming only 1000-1200 calories a day. I won’t lie and say that the food that I ate was healthy because it wasn’t. Whatever I ate, be it Burger King, Taco Bell, Chipotle, P.F. Chang’s, or what have you, I made sure that when I went to the gym, that I burned off no less than 1000 calories. I can’t do it that way anymore. I need to learn how to eat right. Working out isn’t my problem. I love going to the gym. I love seeing the results that I get from working out. It’s what happens before and after the gym… that’s the real problem. This is it. I will no longer continue on this vicious cycle of fluctuating weight. I’m tired of looking at all of my cute clothes and not being able to even get a thigh or an arm in any of them. To that I say… No MAS!