Flabilicious....if i dare.

The thought of this little idea is making me sick with nervousness. Seriously sick. I need some motivation. I need to feel accountable to someone other than me to do something about it.

It isn't necessarily my weight.
It isn't necessarily how it looks to anyone other than me.
It is how it feels.....to me.

Muffin Top
Spare Tire
Love Handles
Mommy Pooch
and the "kind way" I like to call it:
Overflow

What do you all think about the Ponytail Challenge including my struggle to become the "Master of the Muffin Top?" (Or some other wonderfully creative name....Muffin Top Mondays? Spare Tire Challenge?)

If enough of you are on board, I might just -this is where the sick to my stomach part comes in- attempt to journal this effort with pictures- of my own midsection- not just words.....hold on...Little voice inside my head that talks me out of craziness: breathe, Camille, breathe....you can do it, you can put yourself that out there to show photos of your "problem area-" on the internet- photos that anyone in the world could literally see...including old boyfriends, past crushes, my father/brother-in-laws, not to mention those who want to look at funny pictures of someone else's not-so-fabulous flab. Yikes.

Are you still with me here? I need input. Go for it? Run and hide and never turn on the computer again? This may not seem BIG to you- but it is to me. If you read this blog & don't usually comment, please comment now- I need encouragement..... I need to know that posting my own flabiliciousness -or lack thereof- might at least entertain some of you- if not also encourage you.

I have to stop typing now and convince myself to hit the Publish Post button now.


Maybe I will just keep typing. I have been staring at this screen for many minutes trying to get up my nerve. What will it be like when/if I actually put my belly out there for all of you?