Dressing Room Hell

Hi my name is Christina and i'm a freaking bad blogger. I get it...

Thank god Muffin Top texted me and told me to get my ass on the ball, so here I am.

Truth of the matter is i've been in some major avoidance. I didn't start my Isegenix Cleanse because I was missing some key parts of the diet (pills, waffer thingies, and was running low on powder for the shakes.) So my mom and I are going to start it next week I think?

On another note i've been stressing like crazy about all 4 interviews I had to do for the Melting Pot the last 2 weeks. (I got the job!) Did that equal healthy eating? No. It equaled not really eating at all. The last two days i've eaten a small bowl of cereal, a little bit of spaghetti and about 12 cups of coffee. Sooooooo not good. On the up side, I have been working out and running.... but today I got a reality check.

My family reunion is this weekend and I look forward to it every year. I have a great time hanging out with my cousins, making fun of some aunts and uncles, and terrorizing the little kids. There is just one thing that always seems to put a damper on the occasion... Pool Time. I absolutely loathe getting in a bathing suit in front of my genetically skinny family. That's just how the women on that side are built.... nothing against them, but memories of fat jokes when I was younger always play in the back of mind when i'm around all of them. I'm not saying i'm fat, but i'm also not a size 2-6 like the rest of them. Once in a while they may tease but I know its not to hurt my feelings. (They may have gotten the skinny gene but I got the tit-y gene.) muah ah ah ah!

So today I went shopping for a bathing suit that I would feel comfortable in and that would be just 'oh-so-flattering' that I could strut around that pool like I was some hot skinny thing too. Right? WROOOONG. This is when I got my wake up call.

I grabbed the suits I thought would best 'suit' me and headed for the dressing room. The thing about brand new Targets is that they have two mirrors in every dressing room, one on the door and one directly opposite on the wall. Putting on the first suit I laughed and tore it right off. The second one I actually liked from the front view.... then looking over my shoulder I caught sight of (god I can't believe i'm saying this) my ass and love handles. I almost thought the wall had fallen down between dressing rooms and I was staring at someone else's not-so-great-looking butt. Then I realized it was MY not-so-great-looking butt!!! (I remember when I worked at Medieval Times and the only thing I did 5-6 days a week was run up and down stairs carrying heavy trays of chicken for 2 hours straight. My favorite game back then was 'Punch My Butt' because when people did It wouldn't jiggle, shake, rattle, or roll. It was a butt formed out of granite and I was damn proud of it.) Now it looks like its fallen down about a foot and just kind of sits there on top of my legs doing absolutely nothing but looking like a literal translation of 'Lazy Ass.'

I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry! The good thing here is that the front view wasn't so bad and I was actually happy that my stomach has flattened out since I started this whole thing. I just didn't realize that my butt was doing the same thing. So now i'm going to start some kind of major butt workout! I'm not sure what it is yet, so if anyone has any suggestions please let me know.