Ok Ok, I'll admit it. I've been in denial about how fat I've gotten. I have a problem w/ foods. I think I have reverse anorexia.
Anyways, I came home from a vigorous boot camp work out, wherein I literally have to drag my tired ass up the front steps. PAIN, people! It's hurts. So I'm gulping down water like it's going out of style and SB grabs my buttocks and says "Whew! Yr tushie feels like a rock"
And at the end of a very long 8 weeks, I got re-measured. Bad news first, my boobs are still gigantic :( No change. Good news, lost everywhere else and my pants fit! I have cheated, stupid vending machine in the basement. I have a daily craving for peanut M&M's. Oh, and by the by, they have cherry M&M's now. Nothing like a high dose of red dye #5.
Also, I went from 6 push-ups to 24. And that's called progress.
Another 8 more weeks to go....
6 comments:
Oooh. You ARE awesome. I need to drag my own buns to that kind of boot camp because I've gained some weight too.
But I do have to ask... and maybe I missed this from previous posts... but isn't keeping gigantic breasts and getting a smaller waist a good thing? Sounds ideal to me.
boobs are still gigantic
phew, you scared me for a second there ;)
all health, babes
They're saggy :(
Pushups maybe? And a good bra. LOL.
Holy push ups! Way to kick ass!
And oh noes, your boobs are big... ;p I'm sure SB hates it.
Yeah, he's really broken up about it
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