Muffin-Top Lovin'

I think I've actually done it. I think I actually came up with a clever title to a post.

What do you think?

Count them...1...2...3...4. It's a momentous occasion. Oh yes my friends. Today was the first day I dare try to wear my belt on a smaller notch. I tried, I succeeded. Now, I feel the need to be all too honest with you here. I'm a natural skeptic and question and challenge just about everything that dares cross my path. Not because I'm a snotty know-it-all or anything but because I seek truth in everyone and everything. I just don't see the point of anything less than the truth. Why bother if you're not going to be one with the truth?

So the truth is this, I typically don't believe people when they say they've gone down a size or two in a short period of time. Not that I think they're lying mind you. No, I think that too many people these days have a very unrealistic sense of who they are and how big or not so big they are. Have you seen the muffin-top teens? No? Well here you go, take a look for yourself.

See that? Well, look at it! The truth here is that this girl who ever she is has managed to squeeze her ass into a pair of jeans two sizes too small for her at least. She will wander around any mall USA proclaiming to be a size 8 when in all reality, she is actually a 10 or a 12. Why? Can someone please help me understand this disgusting display? Are there any self delusional muffin-top teens out there that would care to defend their ridiculous decisions. I'd love to be schooled on this phenomenon. Seriously! Why? Please tell me.

You know...no boys, nor men find this attractive. Sweetie, you're not fooling anyone into thinking you're thin. In fact, you look even worse. Guys can tell that you've got fat rolls falling out of all sides. Most of them just don't care if you're willing to whip out the jaws of life to take them off for them. Most people of the male persuasion are willing to overlook a foot growing out of your face if it means they can put their penis in you.

So anyhow, I don't believe people when they say they've gone down two sizes in two weeks because I have horrid images like the one above burning in my brain.

I do quite the opposite in my own wardrobe. I wear my fat pants until I can't make them stay up anymore. You can sort of see how big my pants are on me in the first picture. Right below my belt is the top of my pants. Now that my belt is on the 4th loop, it is actually cinching the waist band. It's very "Green Acres" of me, I know. I was actually thinking of heading out to buy a new pair or two of work pants to get me through the next 15lbs or so. I just hate spending money on temporary clothes.

At the beginning of the year, I was wearing that belt on the first notch. Then I moved down to the second notch sometime around March I think. I've had it on the 3rd notch for a few months now. I tried the 4th notch a couple times and could get it there but it just wasn't comfortable so I elected to leave it where it was until I could tighten it comfortably. *Muffin-top teens: take note, this is how it's done.* Today I finally did it. I put on the 3rd notch and it was just hanging there so I tightened it. It is totally comfortable. Actually, it's a little loose. :)

So there you have it! It's official. I'm shrinking. Yay!

I was just schooled on another phenomenon. Witness the muffin top whale tale.

And these are just to drive my point home even more. Enjoy!