Eating and Drinking, Then Spanx, Oh My!

Oh dear, I just got caught up in a Spanx during my maiden voyage of trying one on. Everything about the situation was horrid though I managed to laugh at points which shows just how terribly evolved I am.

How did a few pounds bring me from this:

to this?

Y'all remember in Steel Magnolias when Dolly Parton and Olympia Dukakis are watching a high-society lady dance at a wedding, and they were talking about the disgrace of her not wearing a girdle: "looks like two pigs fightin' under a blanket." It felt something a bit like that.

This really puts a crimp in my style for the love. I've got just three weeks, THREE WEEKS, until I must wear the dress in question (why did I ever believe a cream colored, fitted, silk bodice was a great idea?) to my gorgeous sister's wedding in Italy. I am so not in the mood to diet, but lightly diet I suppose I must. Drat. The lady at the store was certain I could succeed. In trying to spin this in some sort of positive fashion, I decree that the next few weeks I will focus on lighter fare options and avoid the dessert-every-night bandwagon I've been on. Boo!!