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big week.

john and i had four and a half years on wednesday, which we celebrated by meeting greg and jimmy at the airport, then letting them crash on our floor. the air was heavy with romance.
still, wonderful to see the two. they walked into my apartment full of nasty one-liners, old stories and gifts from the homeland. dvs - my wedding dress, finally.
and my little chanels, which are too perfect for words. "divine" doesnt even fully do it.
they are full angelic. it is like heaven for feet.

felt amazing to hang my dress up in my bedroom and see it again. i tried it on last night after putting the boys on their plane to france and was happily surprised to see how much better it looks on me now that ive lost a few kilos. i am down about four since january when i had the dress altered, and my arms were in sad shape. or "none" shape. they were hardly arms. they were just existing. ugh, i hate to even remember them.

the nice thing about an empire waist is that you can lose weight and not worry about the dress hanging off you later. the back is a bit looser than it was in january, and i can zip and button everything without any help, but it looks so much better around the chest and shoulders. i am convinced again that it was the perfect choice for me.

having said that. i am high-fiving of myself for "giving it gas" with all this gyming for the last few months. i have really come a long way. i would have lost more kilos if i hadnt put on so much muscle. i am going to feel really confident in a bikini in key west, and i know john is proud of me. i looked at my arms yesterday and for the first time in...perhaps my whole life...i was pretty satisfied with them. i have lost serious inches around those pups.

this means a lot to me. being able to show up in frederiksberg have and walk towards john knowing i look the best i possibly can. not that its all about the outside on that day but i feel like the energy and sweat and time i have put into all this is a real statement of my love for him and my desire to be a nicely-wrapped gift myself. i have been to the gym every day for the last few weeks and as we were in bed last night he asked me whether i was sore at all...and i said of course, what, are you nuts? but i am also motivated. motivated beats sore. why do you think women wear outrageous heels.

greg brought some sweet stuff from gnc for me. a barrel of this protein shake mix i really like and some pills that help you lose like, seven pounds in water weight. sure, im all about the organic stuff and healthy whatever, but sometimes a little science can be incredible. those pills are going to help me look extra mini on the big day. if ever there was a time to do whatever possible for the tinyness - we have found it, and it is eight days away. my commitment holds fast!

final plans are coming together. the food is going to be incredible. the tables are already exquisite, even still in the planning. the programs are finished, the menus are being drawn up, john got a haircut, the weather reports are forecasting sun and my waist is little. how happy i am, and how excited!

in other news. got a mail from my mom detailing some renegade activity last week - definitely black ops, unsanctioned and unrequested. guh. dont know what to do about that one. john and i have talked a lot about it and i think we will take a lesson from childhood - waiting to speak until spoken to. but oh donna, your heart is so big.

off to prepare dinner for sonja & georg, who are stopping by the house of glitfeldt tonight.
i made little cupcakes with the wedding cake batter this morning when i was making one of the 10" round layers. they are super cute, and very mango-y. yummay.

fred og kærlighed fra reb

watching // weeds - season one
listening // "concrete walls" - fever ray