Saturday, August 15

Goals for August are Picture Perfect!

Goal number 1 for August- stay in the land of 170s. CHECK!!!! (177 feels great!)

Goal number 2 for August- fit into size 11/12 jeans that have been
hanging on my dining room wall since May...CHECK!
(Granted, I still would never wear them in public yet, but they ZIP!!!!!)

You may have noticed the bathing suit in these pictures is the same one I whined about yesterday. Well, after assessing our checkbook, I realized that a new suit was out of the question. So I simply cut the straps from the back and tied them around the back of my neck.

You must know that I would never wear it out to a pool looking- well, as my husband and photographer calls it- boobylicious, but for the sake of charting my progress, it will do just fine. No guys read this blog anymore anyway. They gave up as soon as I equated my faith with a tampon. Except for Matt and my brothers, and they don't count as guys. They are just boys.

My next issue is going to be figuring out a way to get rid of the belly flab. I still tend to be tubby around the middle, while my legs have begun to resemble something like chicken legs. (However, the life of my razors has drastically improved!) I need to find out how to drop the back fat and jiggly belly. Even though it looks TONS better than it did 8 months ago, there has got to be a way to tone it up.

I do have a "Bellydancing for Fitness" DVD I have been wanting to try. It's been sitting on our entertainment center for well over a year, and I'm pretty sure it is still wrapped in cellophane. Maybe that will be my new trick for next week...I suppose you will just have to wait and see!


Anonymous said...

You - look - FABULOUS!!!!! I'm so proud of you!
What a creative way to fix your bathing suit issue. Love how you cut the straps and tied them behind your neck. I'm impressed. :)

Danielle said...

*whistles* Girl! You look great! Seriously. Way to go!

As for the jiggly belly, I want to know figure that out, too. I HATE my stomach. Not only does it [hang low], 3 surgeries doesn't help, but because of gaining and losing weight so much, I look like I have minced meat slap on there. No lie!

The back fat.. I Hate that most of all. People just don't understand if they haven't had it, ya know. I tell people, when you can feel it resting on the next round, then come and talk to If you can feel the sweat rolling down your back and then it dips and comes out again... EW!! So there!

Van said...

Hey there elevator friend!!
You are beautiful! I rode an elevatro the other day and looked around for someone fun --- guess what? NO one matches the fun we had going up and down at She Speaks. How's the writing coming along?

Older and Wisor said...

Been reading your blog since Balancing Beauty & Bedlam it. This post was a reminder of how I can never compare my weight with somebody elses....I'm 5'9 and am 170.4 (yes-decimals matter!) and can b a r e l y fit into a 14. Perhaps something about birthin' 5 babies does that a body....I'd rather be boobylicious than hip-o-licious ANYDAY (except when shopping for button up shirts)...


Danielle said...

A friend sent me this email a few months ago and I save it... thought you'd get a kick out of it.



You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee! Those 'plastic' surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts -stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something 'lifted', look again - was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.


P.S. Last year I thought some one had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Thought this was too 'important' not to pass on Have a wonderful day - with a joy filled heart

These same thieves come in my closet and shrink my clothes! How do they do it????

The Incredible Shrinking Woman said...

OMGoodness, ya'll are cracking me up this morning!!! I seriously needed a good chuckle! Between birthin 5 babies and boobs in the armpits, I almost peed my pants!
Thanks for the comments! I LOVE IT!!!

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