Well, it's a known fact that women reach 30 and everything comes crashing in. Most have children so goes the free time. Most have crows feet. Sign of aging. That middle-aged spread peaks it head up and so goes the waisteline. I'm sure there's more, but I'm in a chipper mood so my thoughts are revolving around those at the moment. I have the children. Many. I have the crows feet, they don't bother me. The middle-aged spread. Bothers me.
When I got my job, (still love it) I bought new clothes. Shorts in particular. Now, I'm trying on the shorts in the size that I normally wear and they aren't buttoning real well. Yes, I was very aware of the belly that had formed and was proudly protruding but I was determined I wasn't going to get fat. I guess sitting on the couch all hunched over the lap top didn't help my anatomy any. That and the four children who so carelessly streatched it out. (can't very well hold that against them now can we?)
I bought the shorts in the size I normally wear. By gumby, I am NOT buying bigger clothes! I won't do it!!! So, I'm hear to proudly report that after changing my diet (not going on one) and exercising on a fairly regular basis, I was able to get into my smallest pair of shorts (without laying on the bed to zip them), sit down and breathe all at the same time. Clincher, it was my fat week even! Yeah for me!! I've lost 10lbs so far.
Now I ask my sweet husband last night if I looked like I've lost weight. Nope, he says, but that's not what I see anyway. So I had to ask the question. What is it you see then? (my mind was racing to try to figure this one out on its own, it failed) I see your personality when I look at you. And then he goes into what he likes about my body. (we won't mention that here, that's mine to keep and smile about)
So, today my jeans are too baggy, my tummy is much slimmer, and I am a much happier camper. Thank you for your support!
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