Embarrassing confession II

Aka you know you are too fat when... some of you will understand the pain of wearing pantyhose that are too small when your thighs are rubbing together. Every step is agony, but you don't want anyone to know you are in pain or why. I have another embarrissing fat pain to add today - when your stomach is so big that it rubs against itself and rubs raw. The flap I have (the one that slaps up and down when I do jumping jacks) of extra stomach fat and skin from being so big with Jackson (315lbs the day we went home from the hospital) can trap sweat and start to rub and become raw and painful right above my C-Section scar. It is awful to be so fat you injury yourself. I can't wait until this flap is gone.

Embarrassing Details

I hate jumping jacks. Not the jumping, or at least not solely. Not because my feet hurt or because I get out of breath. I hate jumping jacks because of the way my fat flaps and flops and slaps against me. The "mommy" pooch I gained after the boys, the fat old lady arms... they all disgust me. I used to be able to tell myself that I might be overweight but I carried it well. I could look at my arms and think "at least I don't have fat lady arms" I can't say that any more. 

And as awful as that is to admit, as much as I hate I am doing something about it. Today I was able to zip and comfortably wear my favorite pair of brown pinstriped pants to work. Last week I couldn't even zip them. I worked out when I wanted to go to bed. I am going to bed on time after a post workout snack of Greek yogurt and blueberries. I am making progress and I will continue to make more. Soon I won't have a post with embarrassing details but one with details that will make everyone want to jump up and cheer. Soon I will wave good bye to my fat lady arms and pack up my mommy pooch. I am excitedly working towards that day.