There was a time I had a six pack.
Then I got pregnant and it turned to a keg.
Now, it is a bowlful of jelly.
I know, this is an over-share. No one wants to hear about my gross stomach, but I can't help it. I keep getting more and more depressed with every ineffective sit-up.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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