Having been turned into what can only be described as a slug the past few weeks I have felt increasingly despondent about my lack of activity and slow but seemingly inevitable gain of weight.
Getting out of the shower and drying off I reach into the laundry basket and grab a pair of jeans. Not really paying attention I thrust my legs in and start pulling up.
Further evidence of my journey to flabbitude.
Do the chicken dance.
The pants make it up.
The zipper and button meet and close without too much trouble.
Lots of muffin top but eh, whatcha gonna do?
Finally I look down.
I JUST WIGGLED INTO B'S SIZE 3'S!!!!!!
Now as I've stated many times I have no desire to be a walking talking bag of bones, and really no desire to be a muscle bound hard body.
I am neither.
But that crazy voice I keep hearing in my head,
The one telling me I'm fat...
Can SUCK IT!Hand carefully placed to disguise said muffin top cause you guys don't need to see everything!