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Not My Fat Jeans

I really don't know what happened... my fat jeans are too tight!

No scales, just jeans is how I have always maintained my weight. Jeans make you accountable for every pound and every inch - I have jeans that range from a size 5 to a size 9, and lately I've been pulling my size 9 jeans up my legs like I'm putting pantyhose on.

I've worked out most of my life - taught aerobics for years, spent 2 hours in the gym each day, walk at night and taught Zumba not that long ago.

So what happened? I got in my "I don't give a shit" mood.

Why? Because I'm home all day and can wear yoga pants - which would be fine if I actually did yoga. Also, my 2 year old granddaughter expects me to eat every time I feed her. Let's face it - there's a huge difference in a 2 year old and a 53 year old metabolism.

She's sporting the cute little body with just enough baby fat where you say things like, I love her little rolls, and look at her cute little belly. I can't compete with that.

So today I told myself  NO MORE - bought a handy AS Seen On TV piece of equipment that's going to change my life and get me back in shape.

Pictures coming soon! (when my abs look like the guy on the box)
                                                                                                                        Happy Tuesday!                                                                      


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