Mom is flabbergasted when I tell her we’re getting married this Valentine’s Day. Frantically trying to stall she blurts, “You’re too fat to get married now! You don’t want to get married fat! Lose weight and marry him, next year or two, dear. What’s the rush? You are too young!”

“We’re getting married this year. If you don’t want to arrange it, then we’ll just fly to Paris, but we thought you’d want to be a part of it.” That comment wins our battle. Mom flies down to stay with Deborah while they plan our wedding, leaving me and Scott to continue like normal attending school and keeping our practice...