Nevergirl’s

It’s really the bag of loose skin around my waistline that’s the matter. After my first pregnancy, I got thick around the midsection. After the second pregnancy, my tummy lost the battle with gravity. I now have full-blown saddlebags, as huge as most men’s beer bellies but uglier, wrinklier, and I hate it. It makes me look like a stick figure that had swallowed a zorb ball because my arms and legs are thin but my tummy protrudes like so.

So anyway, because I believe there is always a solution to every problem, I keep scouring the Internet for quick fixes, like quick trim celluslim. A part of me hopes there’s a cream out there that can “erase” everything that’s wrong with this problem area. The logical part of me – the one that pooh poohs at dramatic product claims – and actually reads FDA warnings is scared of trying anything new. I know there are no shortcuts to a flat tum so where does that leave me? I’d say “about to go the fit and fab route by exercising” except that I know it’s not true.

I’m a sloth and a glutton and until both change, I guess I’m stuck with this icky midsection. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me especially when I’m stuffing my face with ice cream, chips, and all sorts of gunk. But when I’m not, I start thinking there should be a statute of limitation to the period when almost everyone can ask me, “Are you pregnant?”

I’m not. I’m just, uh, lazy and stuffed.

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