I easily admit that I am not one of those women who gives birth and bounces back to my pre-baby size weeks after leaving the hospital. Such is not my fate, and yes deep down I hate those chickies who do. Each time I had a baby I put on the normal baby weight plus enough back fat to make you cringe. It wasn't my goal, obviously, but it happened. Along with each one of my bundles of joy came a bundle of fat I could truffle shuffle for days. I hear celebrities and gurus talk about women who lose control when they're pregnant and eat anything not bolted down, and while I wasn't to that extreme, I didn't skimp on the seconds.
Well the time has come to get back to my fighting size. I started around the end of January and have had success since then, but I am ready to get legit-drop multiple sizes legit. The downfall: I love all food, and wine, and oh yeah beer. Now the food part is a necessity of life but the beer and wine, major contributors to muffin tops around the world. Now listen I live in Alabama and yes muffin tops are all the rage, but I just can not conform. So the hard part begins. It's time to swear off all that I love, and I am not a happy camper. Time to get in to the gym everyday and let my husband, the strength coach, perform his magic. Goodbye to cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Damn it, I love them but I do not love looking in the mirror every morning and still rockng a mini F.U.P.A. (google it if you need to know).
I know that this is not a battle I fight alone. Many women my age can relate. Making a major change in your weight after the age of thirty is hell and takes an intense commitment. But for me, again, now is the time. I am about to start my summer break so luckily I will no longer be inundated by the sweet treats at work and I will have the time to get to the gym twice a day. But with summer comes cook outs and get togethers and many reasons to sit back and enjoy a beer. Ugh! Alright enough excuses.
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