Being Squeezed

My beautiful sister is engaged to be married in June 2017. She purchased her wedding dress today. It is absolutely stunning. She looks breathtaking.

I tried on a bridesmaid's dress and, as her colours are pink and grey, the frock of choice was pink.

At best, I looked like a blancmange. Or a pink marshmallow. At worst I looked like Mr. Blobby.

Being squeezed into dresses far too small for me, by women who would snap if you high-fived them, was beyond mortifying. I can't wait to be happy with myself. I can't wait to not even think about it when I slip into my dress in 20 months' time.

I'm on track. I have had wholemeal toast for breakfast, a jacket potato with tuna, sweetcorn and salad for lunch and I have got a roast dinner tonight, cooked the slimming world way.