It's ON Bitches: The 17 Day Challenge (Includes picture of my fatness)

The toddler's preschool has been steadily extorting us out of money since before school started. Our first week, we were hit up for $100 worth of tickets to some dinner dance, which was kind of a shock.

I hadn't expected the preschool to be constantly panhandling. So far in the first month...

-I spent $50 on dinner/dance tickets
-Spent $40 on fundraiser books
-Bought $10 worth of fundraiser popcorn
-Agreed to let my child play with lighters so the school could earn $20 from a consumer product safety testing company. (Allegedly this money will fund a free Breakfast with Santa, assuming we're not all dead from a house fire.)

And the tuition ain't cheap, either. It's actually one of the higher ones, something I hadn't realized until now.

So when the hard sell for the tickets started, I shared that the only other people we knew who would be willing to shell out that kind of money would be our babysitters, the grandparents.

OH, that's okay, I was told, they can buy tickets and just not come.

Uh, I don't think so. Not in this economy, sweetheart.

So the upshot is, the hubby and I bought 2 tickets and now I need a dress.

In 17 days.

Luckily I kept most of my nicer 'fat' clothes and even shoes. This whole time I've been losing weight? I haven't bought a single piece of clothing due to weight loss.

Therefore, I do have a dress. Pictured to the left here (taken two days ago). Yes, I am missing my head. This is what happens when you instruct the hubby to get the whole dress in the photo, he's very literal.

I need to lose like 10? 15? 20? something lbs to really fit into it well.

The good news is, I can zip it and if I don't breathe at all for the entire night, I might be able to squeak by.

However, for my own oxygenation, it would behoove me to lose some serious weight in the next 17 days.

The bad news? I don't really have anything else to wear if the dress doesn't pan out. The hubby is worried I will actually wear sweatpants and my Winnie-the-Pooh nightshirt as threatened.

So the 17 day challenge is ON. Let's see what I can do if I really focus, shall we?

Assuming the rest of my health cooperates, I mean. If the adrenals or asthma get bitchy, I'm not promising anything.

And no, I will NOT be wearing the orange socks. Those are for if I wear the dress before Halloween. Since the event is closer to Thanksgiving, I'll be wearing my fluffy turkey slippers.

Are you not reading Vogue? Yeah, me either.