Please be advised that you are entering my blog.
The opinions herein are mine.
I am free to rant and vent to my heart's content.
If you find yourself mentioned here, then you've made quite an impression on me.
Feel free to read on if you would like to know if that impression is good, bad or ugly.
If you choose not to know, I invite you to move your mouse over to the little red X in the top corner of your screen and click.
Regardless of the option you choose, I hope you have a fabulous day!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
HOW I GOT MY BODY BACK!
Are they kidding me???
It's called a chef.
And a trainer.
And a nanny.
It's a make-up artist.
It's called air-brushing, for crying out loud.
It's called mega-bucks, folks.
Is that wrong of me to think that way?
Does that make me a bad person?
Now, don't be thinking that I think it's impossible for the Average Joe to look like this after babies. It's totally possible. I just do NOT like the fact that the media let's OUR HUSBANDS know that it is do-able. That's just downright rude!
While I never quite had those boobs, like, EVER, I did get my body back after my first two. It's after the third that it flew the coop. It's looking pretty permanent at this point. My DH tells me that if I don't like my body, then do something about it. I like to think he wants me to do it so I will be happy with me, not so that he'll be happy with me. But, he's too nice, and too smart to say it. Thank God.
My ass, round and dimpled and dumpy, and not at all the delightful upside-down heart shape it should be or used to be, is a testimony to all the things I've done in my life. Months of growing babies. Long nights of rocking and feeding. Years of sitting on my duff to make money for my family. Hours and hours spent with all of you and my Facebook family.
I would love to be slim again. I would love to wear size six again. But that would take work, people.
And I have to tell you, the one thing I WON'T do .... Is this: