Wedding season starts tonight for me with an old coworker who’s getting hitched in lower Manhattan. I have 4 this summer and I’m not in any of them.
What to wear? The blue dress I got outlet shopping last November? The sequined black one from two Thanksgivings ago? The purple number from February?
I don’t have to scramble for something last minute, as I have so many times before — because they all fit. No more of those meltdowns like I had at college graduation when I ordered dress after dress online and ended up shoehorning myself into a black strapless dress I convinced myself wasn’t THAT bad.
Weight maintenance isn’t glamorous, but it has its benefits.
