I am finally, finally, finally able to start running again. My toe has officially healed, so it's time to increase the exercise schedule. It's too late to save tomorrow's faux pas, however.
Tomorrow I will be a bridesmaid (bridesmaid! Married and with a kid, and someone wants me as a bridesmaid!) at a good friend of mine's wedding. All of you ladies who have had the experience of fitting into formal dresses know that most of the time it's a strain anyway. But fitting a mom-of-four-months' body into a formal dress? Yikes.
I heard someone say about a woman who had just had a baby 2 months before, "I'm not trying to be mean [Note: People say this right before being cruel], but she still looks bloated. Shouldn't she have lost the weight by now?"
"Sure," I thought. "If only she hadn't fired the nanny, housekeeper, chauffeur, wet nurse, and chef, she would've had plenty of time to hit the gym." Monkey! We don't all have Hollywood budgets to afford the help we need to make it to the gym. New moms are sleep-deprived and adjusting to a new life; give 'em a break.
Anywhose, tomorrow I'll do my duty and squeeze into a fancy frock for a friend, but ya better believe mine will have forgiving sleeves!
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