FROM FIDO DIDO TO MUFFIN BELLY

I have never been on the big side, or fat. Those who know me from way back will agree to this, I was so skinny you could call me the female version of 7UP's "Fido Dido" with two tinny lime as breasts ha ha ha ha. But as time progressed and I began to age and mature, I began to fill out in all the right places, no joke, I was hot like fire.

Then the babies started rolling in, and I started seeing changes in my body. Do not get me wrong, I love my kids (after God na dem), and believe me when I say the changes were more on the waistline. It didn't bother me that much because I was not really fat. I was a girl comfortable in her own skin until a few months back when my kids started calling me muffin belly, still, I couldn't be bothered like I always say, I am not fat, until last night when I went into the bathroom to have my bath. Okay, people, there is a mirror directly in front of the bathtub; seriously, I have never thought of looking at my naked body in the mirror (hmmm, big lie), or better still, never thought of staring at my image with so much interest and concentration until yesterday night,

I must say I didn't like what I saw; looking at the mirror, I saw a woman who looked like a kangaroo with her baby pouch in front of her tummy (ouch, disgusting), and then it hit me like lightning. This is why my kids call me muffin belly, holly molly!! There and then, I decided to do something about it. I am going to register at a gym and work my ass out to get the perfect toned Abs that will make Ciara green with envy. Very soon, you will see me in a bikini and go, whoa! Who the hell is that girl? Wish me luck, people. Hugs and kisses.

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