Mission: Purple Dress

In a couple of weeks, some family friends are renewing their vows and celebrating their 25th anniversary.  They are a couple of my parents' best friends and our families are pretty close so they asked me to read during the mass.  Just the responsorial psalm, no biggie.  Well, my mom only told me recently that their theme was purple and that since I was doing a reading, I was to wear purple as well. I own NO purple dresses.  Usually, I LOVE dress shopping.  L-O-V-E it.  I never get stressed, and luckily, I usually find dresses that I like pretty quickly, no need for drawn out shopping trips. Heck, my prom dress was the first dress I ever tried on and I found it in the first store I stepped into on the first day of prom dress shopping.  I tried on another dress for kicks but that very first dress made the cut immediately.  Anyway...I stress "usually" because this is the very first time I felt a shiver of "oh no" chills throughout my body when I heard I had to buy a new dress.

You see....I will be the first one to admit that I have let myself go.  It's so sad really but my concern for fitness has taken a backseat to Instant Gratification...I want french fries, I got it.  I want ice-cream, I got it.  I want to eat a whole burger...but I'm sure you get the gist.  It's only recently that I've started to get back on the grind and I have been doing better but I'm still nowhere near Sophomore Year in College Me (and I am determined to get back to that point!).  The dress I originally planned on wearing wonderfully camouflaged the problem areas and beautifully highlighted my bust...but it was blue, a gorgeous, luxurious, deep blue and could in no way be construed for purple.  =(

So I set out for a purple dress.  As usual, I was able to find 5 dresses within 30 minutes of shopping that were beautiful but of course, that was just the easy part.  Dragging my feet, I made my way into the dreadful, unforgiving cavern of truth-telling mirrors that is the fitting room and after hemming and hawing my way through 4 dresses, I hit jackpot on the last one.  It's a gorgeous deep purple satin that just hugs and hangs in all the right places.  It's quite modest, which is a must, because even just a hint of cleavage from my girls and it's all aboard the Ho-Train.  It's also got this adorable side-wrap-bow thingy that makes it look sooo red-carpet.  Well, daahling.  Admiring myself in the mirrors, I was at first shocked that it fit so well but after awhile I let out a sigh of relief....and that's when I realized that I had not taken a breath since zipping it up.  Out came my little love handles and chunks of fat here and there.  GRRR.

So....my mission, should I choose to accept it (a formality: it is VITAL that I accept) is to lose 5lbs.  That's it.  That's all I truly need to feel comfortable in this frock o' mine.  Standing around is fine but I need to move around and not look like I'm doing a really bad robot.  I've got 11 days and my plan is to eat a hearty yet healthy breakfast (scrambled egg whites, 1/4 cup of granola, and fresh fruit) then a very light lunch (a fist-sized salad w/ NO dressing or croutons).  NO DINNER.  NO SWEETS.  NO CHOCOLATE. Cardio for 45 minutes everyday and weight training every other day except for Sunday.  Day 1 starts tomorrow and my stomach is already rumbling.


MISSION: TO BE CONTINUED...

The culprit and ego-destroyer.  So lovely.