Sportin' the Muffin Top

I read someone's blog the other day. She has a small child who is a month older than my little baby. She wrote about how she packed up her maternity jeans and was back in style with her human clothes.

I was super sick a few weeks ago and I lost a ton of weight because I didn't eat. That's why I'm nearly back to my pre-pregnancy weight, so I thought I would give it a shot. You know, try on those pre-pregnancy human jeans.

Bad idea.

I did every trick in the book. I jumped up and down to squeeze into them; I laid on my back with my legs in the air just praying that gravity would pull them down. Nothing worked. In the end, my jeans were barely pulled up past my knees.

Yeah, I got a little discouraged. But then I decided to try on one of my old skirts. You see, with skirts, I don't have to try to squeeze my thunder thighs into two little tubes. I can just give them a little room in a skirt. There is just one problem with wearing my pre-pregnancy skirts: the muffin top.

Tons of women that just gave birth have muffin tops. There are some exceptions like Heidi Klum who did a bikini runway show 4 weeks after giving birth. But let's face it, all that stretched out skin is hard to get rid of overnight.

Just when I was about to go into my deepest of depressions, I was reminded of a Seinfeld episode where Elaine talks about how much she loves muffin tops. Here's the link if you want to watch it.

Everyone loves a muffin top. Now I am ready to flaunt it around! Buyin' myself a bikini and heading to the beach! Boo ya!

There Just Isn't Enough Time in the Day Anymore

Wow has my life gotten packed with tons of stuff! I feel like there is just not enough time in the day to do everything that I want to do. I don't write "To Do" lists because I'm afraid I won't get everything done on my list, then I'll feel even more pathetic than I really am.

Why has life gotten so busy? Some may think it's because I have a new born baby and I'm going back to school with more homework than I've ever had. But you know what? I don't think that's the reason....

I know. It's netflix. Okay, netflix isn't even the problem. I'll tell you what it is. It's Monk. You know, the TV show. I'm addicted. I can't stop watching it.

It's like eating cheeze-its. You can't just have one cheeze-it and call it good. You need at least a handful. That's my problem with Monk. Can't just watch one episode. I have to watch... well, let's not get into numbers.

It's not even one of those shows where all the episodes are connected to each other. You know, where there is a cliff hanger at the end where you need to watch the next episode to find out what happens. Like Veronica Mars, or The Bachelor. I just really like the show and have to watch the next one.

Good news though. I'm halfway done with season seven. Just a few more episodes, then we're on to season 8, then I'll be done. Then I can get my life back.

Sounds pathetic? Yep. It is.