BrittW
Timelord
Taken from my blog; Fortune sides with she who dares...
It's all starting to seem a bit more real now. I'm ACTUALLY getting married, to the man of my dreams! I'm not planning for something that will never happen, I'm not dreaming about what could be, but I, Brittany Jean Gale, am actually getting married! It's all so exciting!
I think what has caused this realisation is a combination of the influx of weddings Gav and I are invited to this summer, mixed in with letters from the Kent Registry Office confirming our wedding date added with now buying the odd wedding magazine means I am a bride-to-be on a mission!
I went and tried on a few wedding dresses last month but the problem was, no matter how lovely everyone said I looked, all I saw staring back at me was a fat girl in fancy dress. I didn't feel like a princess, and I didn't want to cry, well, not for the right reasons anyway. The thought of trying on any other wedding dresses makes my palms sweat.
In 1 year, 5 months and 9 days, I become Mrs Whyatt.
When I walk down that aisle I want people to be talking about me and looking at my dress for all the right reasons!
It's time for action. It's time to move my size 18 lard ass to become the bride I want to be.
So I'm going to this British Military Fitness session tonight, and I'm going to work harder than I ever have. And if I survive the night, I'm going to sign up. I'm going to go three times a week and I am going to reap the benefits of a healthy lifestyle.
Dreams don't come easy. I'm not going to wake up as a size 10. It's going to be hard. I'm going to accept that and move on. I didn't get this size overnight, I'm not going to get rid of it in one day.
My name it Brittany Jean Gale and I am going to be a BEAUTIFUL bride.
It's all starting to seem a bit more real now. I'm ACTUALLY getting married, to the man of my dreams! I'm not planning for something that will never happen, I'm not dreaming about what could be, but I, Brittany Jean Gale, am actually getting married! It's all so exciting!
I think what has caused this realisation is a combination of the influx of weddings Gav and I are invited to this summer, mixed in with letters from the Kent Registry Office confirming our wedding date added with now buying the odd wedding magazine means I am a bride-to-be on a mission!
I went and tried on a few wedding dresses last month but the problem was, no matter how lovely everyone said I looked, all I saw staring back at me was a fat girl in fancy dress. I didn't feel like a princess, and I didn't want to cry, well, not for the right reasons anyway. The thought of trying on any other wedding dresses makes my palms sweat.
In 1 year, 5 months and 9 days, I become Mrs Whyatt.
When I walk down that aisle I want people to be talking about me and looking at my dress for all the right reasons!
It's time for action. It's time to move my size 18 lard ass to become the bride I want to be.
So I'm going to this British Military Fitness session tonight, and I'm going to work harder than I ever have. And if I survive the night, I'm going to sign up. I'm going to go three times a week and I am going to reap the benefits of a healthy lifestyle.
Dreams don't come easy. I'm not going to wake up as a size 10. It's going to be hard. I'm going to accept that and move on. I didn't get this size overnight, I'm not going to get rid of it in one day.
My name it Brittany Jean Gale and I am going to be a BEAUTIFUL bride.