But it's only for masochists. Try going to the dentist to get one of your molars drilled and filled and see if you want to eat a darn thing. And forget wanting to eat. How about being
able to eat? For some odd reason I can't open my mouth wider than a sliver. It hurts to talk so I'm not doing much talking tonight (good news for some folks).
I've had 3 Medifast meals today, and I managed to get my L& G in while I was still numb and lovin' life. But as soon as that novocaine wore off? Hello pain!
It's been eons since I had a cavity, so I'd forgotten what it was like to have dental work done. Who knew it was also a great diet aid?! Sheeeeeit, if I'd have known that, I'd have a tooth drilled once a week for the last 7 months (do I even have enough teeth to do that?).
In case the dentist's efforts at appetite suppressing fail there's always Plan B, which is to simply think of all the things I have left to do for this wedding, and how much time I don't have to do it in. Let's engage in a bit of wedding plan appetite suppression right here, shall we? I still have to:
- find a veil, which I'm told I can't do online
- find or have a corset made to wrangle the girls into place under my strapless dress
- buy some spanx, because I'm told I have to wrangle my thighs as much as my boobs
- write my wedding vows
- find a hair stylist
- get my son's pants hemmed
- register
- find a ketubah (jewish wedding contract) and order it in time
- address invitations
- mail invitations
- straighten out the florist
- get quotes for liquor and portopotty rental (yeah, I'm a classy broad, we're gonna have port o potty's at our wedding....)
- pick a wedding band and order it
I'm sure there's more.......that seamstress is gonna have to take that dress down to a size....what? six? A girl can dream, right?