I fear I have reached the point in my life where all my pants/shorts must be made of that fabulous stretchy material that makes it so you can gain weight and retain water without having to buy a whole new wardrobe...
What's it called.....
Wait...let me check the tag in my pants....
Oh yes.... Spandex!
I only need 1% of the stuff in my pants.... It doesn't seem like much.... But OH the freedom when you add it into the mix!
Right about now I would give my first born for the chance to meet the genius that discovered it!
Today, we had a preview of how warm our summer is going to be and I broke down and got out my pile of shorts from last year.
In the past I have managed to lose enough weight to wear the shorts from the year before.
Not this year. I tried on every single pair and not one would allow me to button them up!
Sometime over the winter myass backside decided to relocate a little lower and my hips have decided they are all too comfortable with the extra few pounds of meat I packed on.
Apparently, year 39 is the year you put away those cute girly girl shorts and opt for something a little more....well....appropriate for your age.
Gone are the tighter t-shirts and shorter shorts.
Oh, who am I kidding, it happened last year but I wiggled (and jiggled) my way into those shorts and t-shirts despite the muffin top screaming at me to 'please for the love of God, wear something that fits! You're embarassing us all!"
I was kind of hoping (most likely like every other woman on the planet reaching 40) that the Universe had forgotten I was getting up there in age. I was kind of hoping it would give me another couple of years grace before things started to go downhill...
Since I love to look upon the positive in every situation. I will end this blog post with this thought...
SHOPPING TRIP!!!!!! woot woot!
What's it called.....
Wait...let me check the tag in my pants....
Oh yes.... Spandex!
I only need 1% of the stuff in my pants.... It doesn't seem like much.... But OH the freedom when you add it into the mix!
Right about now I would give my first born for the chance to meet the genius that discovered it!
Today, we had a preview of how warm our summer is going to be and I broke down and got out my pile of shorts from last year.
In the past I have managed to lose enough weight to wear the shorts from the year before.
Not this year. I tried on every single pair and not one would allow me to button them up!
Sometime over the winter my
Apparently, year 39 is the year you put away those cute girly girl shorts and opt for something a little more....well....appropriate for your age.
Gone are the tighter t-shirts and shorter shorts.
Oh, who am I kidding, it happened last year but I wiggled (and jiggled) my way into those shorts and t-shirts despite the muffin top screaming at me to 'please for the love of God, wear something that fits! You're embarassing us all!"
I was kind of hoping (most likely like every other woman on the planet reaching 40) that the Universe had forgotten I was getting up there in age. I was kind of hoping it would give me another couple of years grace before things started to go downhill...
Since I love to look upon the positive in every situation. I will end this blog post with this thought...
SHOPPING TRIP!!!!!! woot woot!
