I don’t like my body’s sense of humour.
It’s doing stuff that, quite frankly, I don’t find funny.
For example, it thinks it’s hilarious that as I get older, it is hiding fat in different parts of my body. Like a sick game of hide and seek.
I always had a slight muffin top when overweight, but now it’s more of a inflatable ring around my waist – not just confined to a bit of overflow at the sides; but an overflow all around.
And my body is absolutely laughing itself silly every time I put on a slightly fitted top and turn around to see not just bra fat, but a roll of fat between the bra fat and the muffin top!
“Ha, Ha, Ha,” it says ” You can try to lose weight and exercise, but I have other plans. Mou-hah-hah (evil laugh).”
And it thinks the way it wobbles around like jelly on a plate when I am doing exercises is a real rib tickler!
How am I dealing with all this?
I am stamping my little feet (feeling everything wobble) and yelling out: