The Dress

My sister Emily is getting married on the 17th of January. She is having one of those super fancy weddings all little girls dream of. She has asked me and our other sisters to be bridesmaids. So, I got my dress. The one she asked us to wear. I ordered it a size larger than I thought I would need. It doesn't fit me. I cannot zip it up. So sad. So this along with 2 very rude comments from very dear friends has lead me to believe it is time to diet. I, along with everyone else in the world, hate the thought of that word. I was so sure when I weaned Baby the pounds would just drop off me. Not so much. My life seems pretty bleak until January. I know the only thing I overindulge in is Cokes. Dear says my only solution is to exercise. I will not exercise. I don't believe in it. Seriously. He then suggests I start drinking Diet Cokes. I thought he loved me. So, my options:
1.Exercize
2. Quit the Cokes
Who has time to exercize? I"ll just be honest and admit I'm not going to do it. So that leaves giving up on Cokes. Honestly, I've tried before, the Amanda my friends and family know and love ceases to exsist and instead I become a monster. A monster with a headache. So what do you think? A large sweater that covers up the unzipped part? I can't get it bigger. They sold out. Sucks to be me. Long story short, (too late.) I'm cutting back on the Cokes. Fair warning.....