Body check: 48 hours before my wedding
what I eat in a day as a troll who has surrendered
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I love the phrase sweating for the wedding. Add a little country twang and it’s even better: sweatin’ fer the weddin’! One time, my fiancé called me “folksy” and I cried.
Make no mistake: I, myself, am not sweatin’ fer the weddin’. I’m sweating because I’m trying to qualify for the Boston Marathon so that I can taste the foreign nectars of achievement, o…