I will be the first to admit summer is kicking my ass. Work is crazy, my desire to go to the gym is at a negative 10 and if my fiancé sees me lay in front of the window air conditioning unit one more time…in my underwear…eating an entire bag of smart pop all by myself…well pretty soon he’s bound to say something.

All the work I put in, losing 32 pounds is slowly slipping away, so it’s time to ‘Bye Felicia’ and reality check myself.  I’m going to be super depressed if in April I’m at the altar with cankles and a new neck roll, so I need to quit casually hanging out near the BBQ buffet table and slide over towards the water fountain.  (Note to self in the next week, come up with a scheduled game plan to tackle the forever thorn in my butt that is my weight while not compromising beer intake.  Reasonable right?)

Other news-  Wedding plans are coming along smoothly.  I’m winning in the battle against the cheapest man alive and so far have the important stuff done: cake, beer and music.  It is a tedious process filled with lots of charts, e-mails, persuasive smiles and pleading, but I have a vision and I see light at the end of the tunnel.

Also operation bridesmaid is still on the backburner.  I’m indecisive, care too much about hurting peoples feelings and lets face it, being an adult woman is just one factor that makes not only have one good quality friend hard to maintain, but let alone several.

Hot Dog + Hot Dog Momma + Beer = Summer Survival Plan (So Far)