laugh if you must but i just have to write and post about my latest motivation to continue my strategy. the first time i had the courage to measure myself was about a month or two ago. i wanted to know the extent of my gain in inches.
back when i was single and at my fittest [ i can't say thinnest or even slimmest as i've never been thin or slim] i measured 36-27-36. at that time i already despaired at my BIG waistline. i managed to make it smaller for a while, 25 inches, but then i was starving myself so i stopped. i accepted my genetic fate and kept it at 27 inches.
i don't remember measuring myself ever again after giving birth to Guela.
i have a tape measure hanging in the wall of my bathroom and when i measured myself the first time i was not surprised to read 42-36-42. yuck, but that is the truth. a whopping 6 inches gain on the chest and the hips and a disgusting 9 inches on the tummy region. Gawd, i wanted to puke there and then.
this morning after waking up and washing my mouth, i measured myself again. 40-33-41. not bad, not baaad at all. yipee!
now, what do i do with my kangga pouch? the joeys have long transferred to their new abode. the pouch is empty but has still remained a pouch. how do i get rid of it?
yay!!! that's a big improvement indeed! way to go!
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