Stuff Muffin

  Have you ever tried on an old bathing suit post batwings and melon belly and you realize what torment a sausage must go through while being stuffed in a casing? No? Maybe it's just me then, but that's how I felt when I put on one of my pre-baby suits. THE HORROR, THE AGONY, THE STUFF HANGING OVER STUFF HANGING OVER STUFF, stuff! 

  Now, I've always had pretty good self confidence because I don't believe a good body automatically shoots you up to the top rungs of society, but I am not comfortable in my skin these days. Excuse me as I sigh heavily while pinching my lonjas (love handles). This ain't no bakery! Don't nobody wanna see this muffin top!

  The good thing about someone's physical characteristics is that they can be altered. I've chosen to do this the hard way because nothing good every comes easy, also because I'm a poor bitch so, a nip, tuck, and lift is not a feasible option. I haven't even invested in a respectable pair of Spanx. Those are just lies on lies. I want to tighten and tone, not stuff and hide. 

  I've added a Jillian DVD to my workout repertoire, I luh that woman! I'll keep you updated with my progress (okay mom? okay husband?) and maybe someday soon I can comfortably slide into and out of an old pair of jeans without the jaws of life! Here's to working this ass off! 💪