Friday, April 19, 2013
Needless to say I wasn't very happy about it. I mean remember that song, She's A Brick House? Well I'm the real thing-straight up and down and solid as a rock.
So, I go to Curves. I go five days a week with my workout partner.(Hence, will be known as WP). I work hard and so does she. We sweat while other ladies just...well, they don't.
I should have the sculpted body of a goddess but I don't. And you know what? I still don't have curves of my own. Now, don't get me wrong. I look fine. I have to be careful what I wear but I can find stuff that fits. Pants are the worst. When I find something that fits--I buy 'em. I'm a size 8 bottom with a size 14 waist. As you can see from my measurements I have no hips and my butt has disappeared. I call it the flattest butt in America.
So as WP works on her curves( and man, she is getting them) I struggle along hoping that one day, I'll be 41- 38- 41!!!