Saturday, February 19, 2011
So, here I am today. Straightening up my place because my sister is flying in to see her daughter and grandbabies. We'll be driving right by my place, so, of course I'm cleaning (I never clean my house so good as when I think people might show up).
With all this cleaning and moving around, my fat gut keeps making my d%@m underwear roll down. It's like I'm gonna slingshot right out of them. On top of that my butt keeps eating them. I'm talking "Wedgie Central" going on.
I have to admit that it is a bit of a motivator to keep on track with my health. I would just like to wear panties and not have to worry about them moving around my lard belly and just stay where they are supposed to. That is a new goal for me. A sleeker tummy that doesn't reject my panties and push my them away. Seriously, it really is the little things.
I won't even go into being professionally measured for a bra at Nordy's. All I can say is...I didn't even know they made them up to that letter! Good Grief. Oh the joys of being a big gal.