Here is the headline in my house - Happily Married Man, found with a swimsuit mag. crammed down his throat. :)
For the last 3 years I have had swimsuit issues. Year 1, I was pregnant, Year 2 - just had a baby, Year 3 - this is year 3 and still carrying and extra 10lbs.
Don't get me wrong I had swimsuit issues prior to having kids, but my issues have gotten worse with each passing year. This year has been no different.
I ordered 3 suits and they arrived in the mail. I tried them on last week and allowed Lance to voice his opinion. Mind you, all 3 suits are now are their way back to the respective vendors. We are back at square one.
So last night, while Pyper is in the bathtub, I continue my search for the 'perfect' suit. I am flipping thru the pages, torn over whether or not to attempt a 2 piece. Whatever suit is chosen must contain padding - these boobs are sad these days. So sad that Lance has asked me 3 times now if I want a boob job. The answer is no. I don't mind my sad boobs, but I am beginning to wonder if he does. My mother & my sister both have new boobs. It is just not my 'thing', and after having to care for my sister after her boob job - you can count me out.
So I show Lance a few suits in the magazine and ask his opinion. This is his response
'I don't know Michelle - you know you don't look like those models. '
I look at him sideways. He continues - 'You know you use to look like that, and you could if you wanted too.'
um. Well clearly I have chosen wine, chips and chocolate over looking like THAT.
Guess what I am not giving up......