Back home again. I’ll upload my pictures today (which, sadly, there aren’t as many of as there should be) and post them in the flick account soon.

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In other news, today I tried on my bridesmaid dress.  Zack’s brother, Jared, is getting hitched to our friend Jenn in August and she asked me to be in her wedding party.  As you probably know, Zack and I acquired some weird-ass tan lines a few weeks ago on a long bike ride.  Ever since, I’ve been trying to get rid of those tan lines.  While in Georgia, we visited a place called Callaway Gardens where I proceeded to get a lot of sun in my strapless swimsuit.  Believing that my arm stripes and halter-neckline tan lines had gone away, I slipped into the dress to inspect the progress.  That’s when I realized that this dress, this dress that I ordered in March, is so desperately too-small for me that I can’t even almost breathe in it.  Shit. Tan lines really don’t matter that much if your dress doesn’t fit to begin with.

I can not figure out why I am still gaining weight, but I am.  So I called David’s Bridal, inspected my dress’s hem (looking for extra fabric that could be used to let the dress out), and am weighing my options.  In the mean time, while recovering from my incredible embarrassment and overwhelming sense of failure, I am spending the rest of the day formulating and implementing A Plan.  A Plan With Capital Letters And Everything.  This problem, unfortunately, is a problem that Spanx alone can’t solve.