The realization that we aren't teenagers anymore sneaks up at the most unfortunate of times- like when spraining your knee wakeboarding a few days before a business trip, like closing down the local watering hole with old friends, but you can't sleep off a hangover, like contemplating the age limits of wearing a bikini or, also in my case, realizing you can't eat like a sixteen-year-old anymore...
It's official. I think I have a muffin top.
Invincible, unconventional...and now not immune. How is this happening?
All my life I have been super thin. At times I was way too thin and so extremely self-conscious that I wore a t-shirt over my swimsuit during junior high summer camp. I was the top of the pyramid in the water ski show. I'm still waiting for boobs.
Giving birth to a flock of 9 and 10 pound babies was no big deal…I gained 47 pounds with each pregnancy. My body expanded and contracted time after time. It was like clockwork: all three days early, easy deliveries. Big, healthy babies born in summer.
Weight melted off quickly. It was entertaining the first few weeks to see how much I'd lose from 9am to 9pm in any given day. The pants that I could barely button a week after having my son Graham I no longer had to unbutton to take off a few days later.
I Think I Have a Muffin Top
by Jennifer McGregor