The muffin top.
It’s one of the many things I can’t stand, especially on myself. It really doesn’t go with any outfit, if you know what I mean.
In case you don’t know what it is, it’s that extra skin that flaps over your waistband. It’s like the top of a real muffin that hangs over the rest of the muffin and its wrapper. It’s much more attractive on the edible muffin if you ask me.
I have to say, I never used to have an issue with muffin top fat. Junk in the trunk? Yeah, sure. But, no muffin tops. That is until I had two kids and started getting older.
It’s not just the muffin top. It’s feeling like your muffin top is becoming an actual muffin. Although I actually hit the gym three to four times a week, that dang muffin top and its baby muffin don’t seem to get the message. I don’t want your baked goods!
During a recent doctor’s visit I started complaining about the muffin. The doctor reminded me that I am getting older and with that comes all kinds of changes to your body, belly fat possibly being one of them. Oh boy!
So, what’s a momma to do?
Well, I’ve been trying to do more sit ups.
I hate sit ups.
I’m trying to have less late night snacks like Oreos and their evil cousins Chips Ahoy.
I’m opting for their long lost stepbrothers, the Wheat Thin and the Triscuit.
Ugh. They don’t even come close.
I’ve been trying to up my game at the gym, adding spin and weight classes instead of just hitting the elliptical.
I actually like spin and weight classes. I used to do them all the time pre-kids.
I have a feeling that no matter how much I do, besides going on all liquid diet, which will never happen, unless it’s all wine or all coffee… my muffin is always going to leave some crumbs behind.
What kind of post-baby, getting older things have you noticed about your body?