Striving
4 years ago
I look at it every day. That little roll of belly fat, the proud witness of my firstborn and very beloved daughter. It wrinkles, like a face trying desperately to scream out something to the world. I don’t know what it’s trying to say.
I still hate it.
I hate it when I view myself in profile, and I see the little belly rising out. I hate it when I step out of the shower, and see the paunch sitting there, silently defiant. Challenging my goals.
Thus far, I’ve started gardening. It’s a strange way to lose weight, and it certainly doesn’t work your stomach muscles, but it does work the legs, and it burns calories. And best of all, it doesn’t even feel like exercise.
