Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

Truth is, at the moment, I am a no waistline girl.  Looking back, I’m not sure about the exact turning point.  There is, however, no denying the situation any longer.  There are those times when you look in the mirror, a bill, or at something/someone be it internally or externally that has been a struggle along the way and you say to yourself "naahh…not possible."  Simply said, you just don’t want to go there. 

I was walking around thinking I felt a little heavier, but of course I was in denial of it.  It all started coming to light though when I went to my massage therapist last week.  I was complaining about not being able to go up in weight doing squats because my back was killing me.  As he’s working on my back he says, "Your ass has gotten bigger.  Look at that.  What are you doing?"  Allow me to put it this way, there was some wiggle going on in the glute area as he was working on my back.  LOL.  I thought to myself, WTF!  First, no one asked him what the hell he thought and second, I had not seen this guy in a month.  It occurred to me, how many asses has he seen between now and then?  Could it be he was confusing my ass with someone else?  I brushed his comment off and went about my business.

That weekend my husband and I had a wine tasting party.  I put on a little green dress and we were good to go.  Sometime during the party my husband says to me, "You’ve put on some weight honey.  You don’t look as thin as you normally do.  Your back is thicker, your arms are thicker, everything is just thicker."  I laughed as I thought to myself, "no sex for his ass tonight."  LOL. 

Come Sunday, those comments were still on my mind.  I wasn’t quite convinced though.  I decided, time to pull out my old favorite jeans.  The ones I keep around when I exceed the numbers on the scale due to muscle.  You can’t just go by the scale.   They tell me the truth about inches and growth.  My jeans, they NEVER lie.  They fit alright, a little snug here and there.  They prompted me to get on the scale, weighed in at a cool 107.2, bodyfat up to 24% and that was all I could handle this morning.

I’ll oust myself come Monday on bb.  Believe it or not, I’m not frazzled or kicking my own ass over this voluptuousness.  I’m going to enjoy my curves, the wiggle and what have you.  So I called up my husband, "Yes honey, it’s true.  It’s just more woman coming at you."  LOL.

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