I came down the stairs huffing and puffing like I had just run a marathon. But I was dressed, and that was a victory.
The Husband: Your face is all flushed! What were you doing up there?
Me: My Spanx and I had a bit of a heated disagreement. I think I was victorious. But let me tell you... they did not submit without a pretty substantial fight. I need to loose this weight.
The Husband: Then perhaps you should stop buying sour cream doughnuts (o.m.g. try those immediately if you have not) and brownies.
Me: ...or everything in my closet should just fit awesomely and I wouldn't even need the control-top pantyhose! Much less have a battle royale upstairs with an inanimate object anytime I need a flatter tummy.
In other news, I think I am going to try a Bella Band. As I've stated before, I don't think this sagging belly skin is going away any time soon. (pout) And I refuse to buy more clothes to fit this hideous figure I've got going on. Until I look better, I will be wearing yoga pants and a large t-shirt. It's gotten so bad I'm ashamed to even slide my pilates DVD into the player because I can't stand the thought of letting Ellen see me like this. (Ellen Barrett is the Pilates instructor that I have a mad girl-crush on)