3 Weeks into working out, I was taking a shower (you know
those showers you can take your time with, and you’re children are not running
in asking question after question about things that they would normally never
ask you when you’re NOT taking a shower – Yes it was one of those showers) and
I was going to tackle the shaving of my legs. Now mind you, a few months ago I
had a hard enough time lifting my right leg up to high – not because of the
weight gain (which I am sure you we’re thinking) but because of the c-section
that actually caused some nerve damage. BUT this time was different I was
bending over lifting the leg viewing the backside at eye level…..and at that
moment of accomplishment something poked me in the eye (well it seem like it
did) the pasture of overgrowth hair on the back of my upper leg……Hello, where
the hell did you all come from? It was like shaving a man bald – after each
stroke my shaver was getting clogged and it seemed like one of those Play Doh
hair heads where it just would never end……..but after it was all said and down…..What
did I do……..I got out of the shower to show my husband “Look I can see the back
of my leg/thigh” in which I got a weird look a giggle and a “ummm Congratulations
babe!”
So with that little victory, I decided to dig in the back of
my panty drawer for those sexy undies that didn’t fit my fat ass for awhile…and
if they did….it look like a piece of string hanging on for dear life……so
holding my breath I tried one on….Hey not too bad, but not ready yet….then the
next one…Hey this one looks nice and check it out the Pound cake (yeah, my
muffin top was more of a pound cake)was no longer exploding over the top…it was
actually a muffin top ---which I sported PROUDLY J
I will spare you the other overgrown area I concurred as
well……LMAO
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