Where beach body madness begins:
Me: I’m gonna get into a bikini next year
Me: I need to lose this belly first
Me: Ugh, that means I need to workout hard, I hate working out.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had this conversation with my husband. I’m going on and on about how I need to whip my body into shape so I can fit into my desired bathing suit and he’s going along for the ride.
He knows better than to jump in with commentary because there is never a right thing to say. He’s a smart guy.
My hubby thinks I’m beautiful. He told me so. He’s not worried about my baby pouch, he had a part in putting it there.
He wants me to be happy and comfortable in whatever I put on so he’s going along for the ride.
I’m pretty sure he also thinks I’m a maniac . . . he hasn’t told me that, I’m guessing (smart guy).
But the other day I was getting dressed for work and I stood in front of my full length mirror, again, thinking how I wanted to get into a bikini and what needed to happen first.
Then I stopped. . . [click here to read more]