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.
I jump.
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.
And realize...
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!
5 comments:
Looks Good to me!
HD-Thank you!
Wait, wait, wait...you got into a pair of size 3's, and a well placed hand hid what little muffin top you think it gave you?
I hate you.
(but I mean that with all the love I have!)
:-) :-) :-)
(giggle)
Nej-I am definitely NOT a size 3. I think the pants were about half spandex-really. I think I do have a pic minus the hand with the muffin top. Notice also the careful angle of the pose and that my gut was MAJORLY sucked in and you will have a better idea of the reality. But that voice telling me I'm a fat ass cow has been, for the moment anyway, silenced!
Nej-exactly!
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