My fitness level is the same, if not better, as it was pre-Romanitas. But I'm currently 25 lbs. heavier (though 24 lbs. lighter than my high point) and since the "fat-but-fit" category no longer exists then I guess I gotta keep shedding. *munches bagel*
I just wish I were a pear. I wanna be a pear with a definite chin and slender arms but with a big ass. I'm more like a ginger-root. *is jealous of pear-women*
My trainer told me that I'm built more like a power-lifter, that I picked the wrong sport. That's me, all girly-burly, jumping about in my figure skates. Body image issues? Moi?
Side-note: I no longer am in the size-category to wear Lane Bryant or Roaman's. But that doesn't stop the mail carrier from thrusting those catalogues in my mailbox. One time. I ordered one thing, one time. But what is up with all these regular-size models displaying plus-size clothes? What is up with that? They look ridiculous. This sells clothes how? There are *beautiful* women who could model those clothes much better. Give them a freakin' job!
Look at these beautiful women. They deserve page and screentime too. Just sayin'.
Variety. Gimme some. Just get that potato-peeler called the high-fashion diet away from me. Atkins can kiss my plump, *firm* ass.