eff.

Well guess what.  The Happy Bride Diet makes you a happy girl, but it also makes you into a girl that doesn't fit into her wedding dress.   (I guess I could've exercised up until now, but why?)  Operation: The Dress Is Priority is in full effect as of last week. Eat a fruit. Do a sit-up. The time is now.

Get it together, Caswell.

The Happy Bride: junk

Here is what I have been ingesting lately.

 There was no way to know before Easter that these are my kryptonite.  I can't eat enough of these.

 A Classic.

omg.

The Happy Bride: hawaiian, please

Pie Squared

This morning's breakfast is brought to you by the Happy Bride diet.  It's half a pie.

THE EGG

Today's Happy Bride Diet hot ticket item, and Jesus' favourite treat:

Eating an entire bag of mini Cadbury Creme Eggs makes me feel less guilty than posting this picture.

Cydney is as garlic does

Tonight's Happy Bride menu item is garlic chicken tortellini smothered with butter and covered in parmesan cheese!

{ Viva Italia! }

Date Night / Game Day

The theatre was way too packed the other night so Slim and I decided to raid the Superstore for choice snacks to eat while watching tv at home.

The choicest of snacks, and this week's Happy Bride Diet Feature: Hot dog flavoured potato chips.

{ You can even taste the bun. }

The Happy Bride

Apparently as soon as you get engaged you're supposed to stop eating all the things you love and hate your life until the wedding.  I have a theory on the "bridezilla" phenomenon: angry brides are just hungry.  Somebody feed them.

So because I want to be a happy bride, I'm going to eat whatever I can get my fancy paws on.

 For example, today I ate (for breakfast):

 two waffles slathered in syrup

 half a pineapple

 and this plate filled with apple, prusciutto, and about 8 bucks-worth of goat cheese. 

Tonight I plan on eating an entire bag of large popcorn and a large coke with a bag of skittles at the movies with Warren.  I call this diet The Happy Bride.