Day 55. Boobs.

I actually have some right now. It is the clearest indicator that I have gained some weight, as my bosom is the last place on my body to receive any fat deposits. Back when I was obsessed with weight loss, the goal was not so much to be skinny as it was to be proportionate.  Poster girl for pears, I have always had noteworthy hips but nothing to balance it out on top. So, it was relentless cardio and target exercises (I know it doesn't work that way) to melt my legs down to match my chest, losing even more cleavage in the process. It's always been a sore spot for me - if I must have thick thighs, is it too much to ask to fill out my shirts and enjoy the sassy confidence that Beyonce does?

I am certainly enjoying my current assets. Just pleased as punch to see them in the mirror. I hold and look at them in almost the exact way you would hold and look at 2 baby bunnies in your arms. Just precious. My precious.

What I am NOT enjoying, however, is squeezing my swollen saddlebags into pants that fit well just a month earlier. I am very disappointed in myself for the lack of tone and fitness of my lower half, not to mention the absence of definition in my triceps and shoulders. As you have witnessed, I have had a near non-existent start to the fitness side of things. And I really do want to be athletic, ahead of anything aesthetic.

But, BUT....why do I have to lose my beautiful, feminine breasts? For I know all too well from history that after 2 sessions at the gym I'll be rooting through my dresser for A Cups.

And yet I must start cardiovascular activity. And so boobs, I bid you adieu. *kiss kiss* Thanks for the mammor...I'm sorry, I can't go on.

 pears can be sexy too?