Now, really. Why is it that my belly is the last place that loses fat, but the first place to gain it?
Week 3 of my ankle injury and I'm starting to slowly get back into the swing of things. I'm still protective of my ankle, which can be a little sore at night. At all of the classes, I hang around at the spot closest to the door so I can leave if I need to, which makes me feel like a "sore" loser. "Sore" Loser: Get it? No? Oh well...........
But it does feel good to be able to go pound a bit of stress out again. High impact, I've "sorely" missed you..... "Sorely" missed you. Get it? Still no? Oh well.............
Without the high impact, inevitably the weight has been coming back on a bit. And of course, it won't go anywhere that I would like it go (like someplace where it can actually make me look like I'm either strong or womanly.). Nope, it's all got to go right to my belly (even though that's the last spot it's going from!) and make me look like I'm pregnant all over again. (sigh!). The joys of womanly metabolism......................
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