Well, I upped my calories this week, but in all the wrong ways. I went off my plan, eating more crap than I should have (crackers and fries) because I was so stressed after the panic attack thing.
I've also had a cough for a week or so, and so I haven't been working out, but I think I'm feeling well enough to go.
I'm really excited about fitting into those size 16s, but I can see where the extra skin is going to be an issue. My hips (in inches) are still above 50" and I can easily fit into a size 14W shirt. In fact, the dress I bought is a size 14 and I was able to get it because it has a flared skirt.
I'm feeling bored and a bit depressed...mostly because of work and not going to the gym. I'm dreading this week. One of the women I have to work with frequently is a bit of a bully and I'm just tired of dealing with her. So, I'm going to start re-reading The Godfather (which I think has a lot of useful business advice) so I can deal with her better.
I need to go try on wedding dresses this week, and I need to find some white shoes. The ones I bought are ivory. Maybe I'll just wear the black ones...I don't know.
I think I'm going to go take a bath. I feel very excited and hopeful about shopping in the non-women's sizes and I want to go find a nice pegnoir set for the wedding night. I saw some nice ones on Macy.com and I need to go back to the store to look at them instead of trolling in the women's department.
Our doggie was also sick today.

Poor doggie. She woke me up at about 4:45 and luckily I got her off the bed before she started evacuating her pooper. I haven't been sleeping well lately...6 hours a night at most. Ugh.