Oh ya, MY BELLY! Otherwise endearingly referred to as my “front butt” for the past several years. I looked down today and it occurred to me that for the first time in a long time I could see a lot of…uh, cleavage (say that with a french accent please..so it sounds eloquent), but no belly. Technically, the cleavage (en francais!) part isn’t new, but it’s been a long time since it hasn’t been part of a larger belly eclipse landscape of sorts. I definitely still have a long way to go, but damn was I happy to look down and not see that this morning.
In other weight loss news. My deflated belly began to draw the curiosity, and related load of questions, that comes with living with a gifted child. My daughter caught a glimpse of one of my stretch marks yesterday. The inquiry went a little something like this (from my end):
(Caveat: Hells yes they’ll go away. It’ll take a few thousand dollars, a scalpel, and some drainage tubes, but they’ll go away.)
This deflation has lead me to be a little more concerned with the health of my skin than I normally am. I’m frequently complimented on my skin…my complexion. People often ask what I do. Well let me divulge my beauty secrets to you:
So what I’m saying is, I can’t take any credit for this complexion. It’s complete luck. I don’t take care of my skin, especially my face. However, the deflation is kind of forcing me to do better. I’ve started lotioning (see note above re: mois___). It’s tedious, but it’s kind of fun and creepy at the same time. Every time I apply, a little voice in my head says, “It puts the lotion on the skin.” ….And I laugh.