Bathing Suit Blues or Time for a Change?

Man… I haven’t been in a bathing suit….since waaaaay before I was even pregnant. I bit the bullet this past weekend…. threw a cheap one on…and took “M” swimming at her buddy’s birthday party. Good-God… what happened to me? …..how depressing was that afternoon….seriously…not impressed.

Guess this means back on the treadmill and counting my points! I’ve been DREADING this… I knew after having a baby…..things “change”… but com’on… this is just torture now! LOL. To top it off…when I was at the mall I heard someone say how “fat” she was. I thought to myself… OMG… I could fit you in my purse….I didn’t really want to have to hurt this tiny thing complaining about her size 2 jeans… but really… I think I just may have if she continued.

Why is it that all women feel this way no matter what size they are? I think it’s some kind of old form of torture…like being stoned to death…or having needles stuck under your fingernails…slow and painful. Hmm.. gotta start figuring out my game plan… I’ll keep you all posted… I’m setting a goal of 30 pounds… we’ll see how far I can get before I never want to see the treadmill… hmm… I give it a week… LOL.