Muffin top!

Do you see how the top of the muffin has kinda oozed over the muffin cup while baking?? Well, that's how I look in my size 2 jeans. I was going to take a picture of my own muffin top and show you, but I thought I would spare you the horrid site of my jelly roll/muffin top.

You would think with all the running, I would be lean and trim, right?! Well, wrong! My legs are tight and cut. You can see definition in my quads and calves, but the rest of me...not so much!

Granted, I've never had a great body, that's for sure, but now the little road bike tire around my waist has grown to a mountain bike tire. Sheesh! I've only gained about a pound or 2, if that, but my clothes are definitely tighter, especially around the waist. My butt's gotten slightly larger, too. But, I'm thrilled about that! I used to have a "back with a crack," but now I've actually got some junk in my trunk! Praise Jesus for that! Now Husband has more to grab when we...wait...I'll stop there, you can finish the sentence yourself! So, yes, I'm becoming booty-licuous, but with a spare tire, and that's NOT sexy! I've been trying to cut back a bit on the portions I eat, but it doesn't seem to be helping. However, once I start really marathon training, I'll start to get leaner. When I say "start really marathon training," I mean running 10-20 miles in one run. This weekend I'm running 11 miles on Saturday and that should help...I hope! (By the way, each time I type the word marathon, I accidentally type marathong! What the freak? You know where my mind is!)

So, Husband has also gained about 10 pounds since moving to Japan. But, on that skinny, little man you can barely tell. I think now he weighs 138 pounds. Oooh! Whatever, I weighed more than him when I was pregnant with Jude. Now that was a scary sight!

So, I'll try not to think about the extra whale blubber I'm carrying around my waist. But, the force of the top button cutting into my muffin top will be a daily reminder that I need to quit eating so damn much. And, I refuse to buy new pants. Instead, I will continue to stuff my booty-licious ass in my jeans, and suck in my muffin top when I meet new people. For the rest of you, I will simply unbutton the top button of my jeans when I sit and eat. Again, I refuse to buy new clothes. I refuse to get fat and wonder "Jeeze, how did that happen?" I know how it freakin' happened! I stuffed my fat face with too much freakin' cookies, chips, ramen and tempura.

Crap, now I'm old and fat!

Just another day in Weenie's World!