Over the last three years of my on/off relationship with Builder Bloke it has become blindingly obvious to my friends when I am seeing him again. For lots of different reasons, but I think the main one is that I have got my “B-B-B-B-B” = My “Builder Bloke Beer Belly Back”.
I seem to develop little paunch that emerges almost overnight with all the eating and drinking that we seem to do. NOT GOOD. AT ALL. My body is meant to be a temple, not a pub.
He thinks it’s lovely. All that flesh that oozes out over my jeans. I hate it and keep tucking it in. He thinks it is a sign of motherhood. A trophy all us mother’s should wear with pride. He even told me that it was all the rage – that I have a designer paunch, like Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears. Good grief.
He thinks I look better because my face also tends to fill out (or blow up). Which makes it a very cheap form of filler and/or botox.
It seems that at our stage of life we have to make a choice. We have to choose between Body or Face – we can’t have both, which seems very unfair.
Skinny toned body = drawn rubbish face
Fat happy body = fat happy face
One or the other. That’s it.
That must mean that at one teeny weeny point about two weeks ago, my face and body were in perfect equilibrium. I must have missed my goddess moment. It was gone in a flash.
I now just have a beer gut that I have to tuck in to my jeans.
June 14th, 2010 at 11:49 pm
lu…stop it now….it’s called happiness…suck it up!
saz x
June 15th, 2010 at 2:05 pm
Made me smile…..yey! Have fun! XX
June 16th, 2010 at 9:42 am
As you know – I have always said, “It’s face or arse!” I’m hoping that people spend more time looking at my face – so eat, drink and be merry!