No Butt…

OK, this will sound like a whine… and I guess it is.  But I shouldn’t be whining.  I know

I am down to where I am very happy with my weight.  I fluctuate between 250-255 pounds.  I am happy with that weight.  I can climb 7-9 flights of stairs at one time.  I can run to my car (ok, JOG) but at a fast pace.  I can keep up with everyone I know and not be out of breath or have to stop because I am out of shape.  I am happy about all of this.

BUTTTT…I have no BUTT!  Yes, I know.  That should make me happy.  It doesn’t.  I have freaking rhinoceros thighs.  My hips are actually a comfy size 18 and can fit nicely into 16 (BECAUSE I HAVE NO BUTT) but my thighs are 18+ and lumpy and saggy.  UGGGH.

I sound like I am not happy with the hard work and such I have put into this past year.  I AM happy with it.

I just wish (I know…if wishes were assholes) I were a bit smoother and less lumpy.

OK, whine off….

I AM happy…just wishful.