Not so sexy. Not like in my 20s. Where did THAT body go? That's what I wanna' know. The definition, the sculpt, the teenie waist, it has forsaken me.
I've never had a tush, more like a 'back with a crack' as Daddy always says. But, now whatever it was that I had down there has slidden down my thighs. Seriously, I can tuck a pencil under my @$$cheek and it will stay there -- on it's own. This is not right.
What's the deal with metabolism, eh? It's like one year it says, "aaah, I'm bored with this. I'm going to retire. Body, it's up to you now." No fair, metabolism. So now, I gotta' work extra hard just to maintain where I'm at. But, to wear a bikini (or whatever you want to call that teenie-weenie black ensemble) like the ladies in this video again? That is looking more like a fantasy than an achievable goal (unless I spend 5 hours a day at the gym and eat like a guinea pig).
I mean, fall hit us yesterday with a cool front. It's just a couple of weeks before I won't be able to get away with shorts or capris in the mornings. Which means, GASP, I'll have to fit my pie into last year's jeans. Only, they were tight last year which means this year??? Again, GASP!
In an effort
struggle to be too sexy for my year-and-a-half from 40 body I thought I'd share a little motivational music:
And, with that I'm off to catwalk my pie on the treadmill.