Fitting into a very important dress..

We all have those days where the jeans don't fit as well as they should. We get a little bit down about it and then vow to eat better or eat less and then get to the gym more often to get rid of the extra weight we've gained.
Well..what's up with all of these wedding dress fittings? Talk about pressure! Usually it works like this: you get really excited..this is your wedding dress after all and so you start shopping and trying on dresses. You get to the shop and find out very quickly that almost all of the dresses are very heavy and you need certain undergarments to be put on before you even try on the dress. You think..ok..I can do that. You put the undergarments on and then you think..ok..let's try on the first dress. You then quickly find out that there is no privacy in trying the dress on because you can't get it on without someone's help. The lady who works there comes into the dressing room with the dress that you love with you just in your undergarments and then tells you to put your hands in the air while she lifts this dress over your head (huffing and puffing because it's heavy and this isn't the first dress she's lifted today..and because she is working on commission and knows you will be trying on at least another eight dresses and might leave without a dress all together which will leave her tired and without a commission). So the first dress is on..and now she puts on a veil. You stare at yourself in the mirror..your mother (if she comes along) stares at you, then the lady who works there stares at you..then the words "How does it fit?" come from both of them. You determine whether you can breath or not, or if it's too big and then you look at the price tag and nearly fall over from the heaviness of the dress and because all of the oxygen has left your brain..the price tag says a rather large number. Chances are..you've never seen a number that big attached to a dress. The "I'm a princess" feeling lasts all of 5 seconds. You go home without a dress feeling very tired..like you want to sleep for hours and hours.
A month or two later..you find the dress. You've worked hard for this..and you finally found the one. You know..the one that makes you feel like a princess for more than five seconds, the one that you hope will make him cry as you walk down the aisle and of course the one you can afford.
You are super excited until you hear the ugly word "fittings"..plural. Not just one, but sometimes two or three. The tailor wants dates for when you can come in to have the dress altered..meaning don't eat and go to the gym constantly at least a month before the first fitting.
So here I am..a little less than a month before my first scary fitting where they take away an extra inch of breathing room..and your sucking in your stomach already.
AHHHHHHH! I need to get rid of those holiday pounds asap! I'm thinking about having my jaw wired shut.