Wednesday, January 6, 2016

New Year Resolution: Embrace the Muffin Top!

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By J. C. Lynne

Hey, I know that along with our new writing goals we're all recommitting to our workouts and healthy eating plans.

I'm the first person to say I haven't worked out since July and the house hunting craziness. 

I renewed our membership at the gym and have vowed to return to my Paleo diet after a two-month binge on carbs which hurt me in various ways.

Here's the deal, most folks I know exist in the 'I'd like to lose ten pounds' limbo that I do.

My clothes fit, albeit some tighter than others. I have my 'Damn, I'm hot' days and the "Oh, these jeans are snug days'. 

I usually remind myself that no one has had to cut me out of the house.

Today, I'm in between. I've worked myself into a pair of size ten jeans that fit more like an eight. I know the men in my readership have just reached the eyes glazed over point. Ladies, you're picking up what I'm putting down, right?

Women's sizes vary in size the way car models vary in size class. It's tragic and unjust, but some brands are cut small while others are just right. 

Let me say, even at my youngest and thinnest I had a belly. A shaman once told me to love it because it's where a woman's power rests. Oh okay. Currently, no matter how up or down the number on the scale is, I have a belly. 

I've given birth to three children. That's power for certain. Some things will never be the same. And to be fair, those thin and willowy women, a la Nicole Kidman, have been dealt some amazing genetics that have nothing to do with their diet or exercise regimen. 

Today, wiggling my way into my tomato red jeans, I buttoned up without muss or fuss. They still feel snug and damned if my belly isn't still there. 

You can clean them up, but ....
My epiphany is this ... deal with it. 

This body has grown and still continues to nurture three amazing people. My children are ridiculously gorgeous, fabulously creative, and sometimes irritatingly clever.  

I will not be smoothing out my belly with Spanx or any other suffocating and tight support garments. It is a testimony to the energy, effort, and trial that growing a baby takes. And let me tell you, getting them to grown-ups is even more of a trial. 

Like my writing, it's who I am and what I do. I'm a writer. I'm a mother. And I have a muffin top. 

Now, would I still like to lose ten pounds? The answer is always yes, but there will be no mini-tummy tuck, no liposuction, no fat melting procedure. 

I'll workout to be fit and strong and to live a longer, healthier life, but just like my 'em or hate 'em they are. And so is my muffin top.


Patricia Stoltey said...

No matter how many fat rolls, large or small, attach themselves to my body, I will not undergo any of those surgical solutions. I saw a video once of liposuction and it almost made me sick to my stomach. Not happening!!!

However, I'm cutting sugar to a bare minimum and decreasing cereal and bread carbs because those were my evil indulgences over the holidays. That should be enough to trim my chubby cheeks (take that any way you want). :D

JC Lynne said...

Pat ... you crack me up! We cut sugar and starches out a few years ago, but tragically fell off of the wagon this season. ;)

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