Saturday, October 17, 2009
Day Thirty-Nine...The Joys Of The Muffin Top
There is a lot of positives to getting older. I was way more into what people thought about me ten years ago. I have come into my own these past years. I like the freedom that I have..I beat to my own drum a lot more. What I don't love about getting older is the muffin top I inherited with menopause. I never had it before. The roll that so comfortably forms over my pants is truly annoying. It's not about my weight because I don't have rolls anywhere else in my body. WHERE DID IT COME FROM? HOW CAN I GET IT TO LEAVE MY MY BODY. Men have it easier than us women. They don't get hot flashes, night sweats, loss of hormones, and they don't have muffin tops. Where's the fairness in all of this?!? Men get the belly, you can hide a belly with a baggy shirt. I suppose I could wear baggy shirts. To me that's an instant red flag.."HEY WORLD, WOLLFIE HAS A MUFFIN TOP". I exercise and eat healthy. Do I just give in to the muffin top? Do I let it all hang out for the world to see:WOLFFIE HAS ARRIVED AT MIDDLE AGE? What's a girl to do?
Why listen to Wolffie? Because I get it. On our fun filled day yesterday, I was complaining to my "girls" about my roll. Lisa marched me me over to Nordies. We went to the third floor (after looking at the shoes that were oh so expensive) lingerie department. Right before my eyes, I saw the answers to my problem. The modern girdle. Spanx, and Tummy go away (not exactly the name). I tried those suckers on..Didn't like it. One of them was too small, I could barely get it off (giggle in the dressing room). One style made my boobs look flat and lets face it..muffin top was in clear view. I was getting really annoyed. Then my ever so bright sales assistant along with my friend Jill (from Idaho) made me try on one more syle.BAM..muffin top was almost non existent! I wanted to sing at the top of my lungs. I bought it baby and I am going to look flat and fab tonight at my reunion.
I shared the story at dinner and one of my friends was surprised I bought a please suck in my muffin top undergarment. She thought these were for people who were over weight. Oh contraire. It's the peri menopause/menopause gift.(she is blessed with no muffin top). Heavy sigh. Where did they come up with the name anyway? Muffin Top? I always thought it was the yummy crunchy oh so good part of a muffin. Oh to be youthful and naive!!!
Mantra for today: I accept my muffin top. I accept help to make it go away.
Can you relate?
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Signing off until we meet again.
In Love and Peace,