My son has a new favorite game. Stepping on the electronic scale to watch the numbers move. Then he looks at me and makes me read out the number. Sounds fun right? Sure. Fun till he says, “you next”. This means I have to stand on it next. It’s even worse because then I have to read MY NUMBER out loud. What makes this harder is that since I’m part of the Tuesday Tummy Tuck Club I’m only allowed to step on the scale on Tuesdays. So every Tuesday when he sees me walking toward the guest bathroom he follows and waits for me to shout out my number. It’s not enough I had to feel like a lard ass in the morning but did I really have to tell the spiders and flies and wallpaper I was a lard ass too? Then on the mornings he wants to play that aren’t Tuesday I get to mix it up a little. I still get on the scale I just don’t look. So when it’s time to shout out my number I’m all 136 128 110. Oh yeah. You got get your kicks somewhere right?
You know it’s not to late to come over and join the Tummy Tuck Club. I just started since I just had Codi and the others have been going for almost 2 months now. We need all the support and company we can get. Especially me because really how long can I walk around saying, “I only look like this because I JUST had a baby”????? I used that for way way WAY to long after Brandon. How long did you say you use I just had a baby? Also, how long is acceptable to wear maternity clothes. While they fit in the waist the hips and thighs are starting to look a little silly. So what do you say?