What a week

and where to start? Well how about with my head down the toilet bowl after my none liquid lunch on Friday? I excelled myself. For someone who is trying to lose weight for her wedding I was shovelling it in like I would never see it again and like a right glutten paid the price. I rolled around on Friday night feeling sorry for myself and generally panicing about my faux pas and the pounds just waiting to attach themselves to my hips. A great big rip is on order for Friday morning when the dress that fit like a glove two weeks ago tries to run away from me - as far as it can in the other direction. If you see a mad bride in hold ups chasing a dress down the M74 then please catch it and hand it back to me.

Of course being a bride means looking good but what pressure. So to calm the nerves some nice lingerie was called for however who in their right mind whats to wear a thong on their wedding day? I don't want a belly crusher either but honestly something normal with that something a bit extra would do nicely - no can do, thankfully I found something but not quite what I had in mind, so Armani Diamonds stepped into save the day.

I don't want to eat, I'd like to pre-order some anorexia for this week please (I joke of course, I wouldn't and couldn't have that at all). I worry that my dinner spills down my dress, that I eat something daft that morning and my insides want to escape and the very thought makes me feel ill all over. Why am I the nervous one? I'm usually the calm one but not recently, the devils got inside me and is looking to beat up the next person that dares to suggest I haven't thought of something for Friday - too late if I have.

I'm diving into that pool tomorrow morning and if you can't find me then you know I have a date with a guy I met seven years ago to finally exchange rings and vows, just keep me away from the rosy and the dress should be fine.