There's Water in Corona, Right?

So... I know I am supposed to be a weight loss crusader and all, but I LOVE Corona Light. It's Light right? That makes it healthier than say... an entire bucket of fried chicken? I think my issue comes when I drink, like 7 Corona lights, at which point I epically Fail the diet for the day.

Well, last night I was celebrating my awesome diet day with some lovely grilled filet (healthiest of the red meats) grilled veggies, and a delicious salad with homemade herbed apple cider vinaigrette. And a 6 pack of Corona Light. Topped off some Red Stripe Light...YES. That's right. Red. Stripe. Light. They finally made it. And I like it.

Unfortunately, my gut does too. I'm pretty sure I rock the perfect beer gut.

Everyone says to cut out the alcohol. But I have a very VERY good argument. I don't wanna.

I haven't been the Night Snacker lately. Mainly because I have eaten all the food in my house. Well all the GOOD food at least. No more cookies, chips, snacks of any sort. Now if I want to Night Snack I have to eat...Healthy....and what is the point in that? There is hardly any joy in noshing on a celery stick in secret...not nearly the way that a cookie does. But when my fat is all contained in a dress, without looking like I've been stuffed in like a plump summer sausage...the lack of cookies will be sooo worth it. I know it. I KNOW IT OK?

Currently, dress shopping is so horrifying...so stressful...that I don't even know what I want anymore. I used to think I knew what I wanted, but every dress I put on makes me look like I either need to be working as a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, or like the fabric will explode, Incredible Hulk style, from attempting to breathe. Why don't dress shops carry sizes over a friggin 8? Obviously to make fat girls feel like shit. Well guess what Dress Shop? EF YOU.

Either way, I am trying on more dresses soon. My belief is that I find a dress that looks amazing now...when I reach my goal weight I will look AWESOME. Also, Matt keeps me from getting down about the dresses, always telling me that I am beautiful. And if he thinks I am, I know I will find something that will make him be so happy to marry me.

Take that skinny dress shop bitches...

Man, I need a Corona Light after reliving the dress trying on experiences, it's a vicious cycle right?