Bubbies. Boobs. Chesticles.
We all have um.
Some more than others.
I used to be in that more category.
When I was preggo,
I put Pamela Anderson to freakin shame.
Then came P90X.
And there went my bubbies.
I could probably just solve this whole problem
By stopping my workouts and doing some serious pigging out.
I just befriended Jillian Michaels,
And her and Tony make a really painful pair of trainers.
I'm 2 1/2 weeks in, down 7 lbs,
And I swear its 3.5 out of each kahuna.
Probably doesn't help either that I just kicked the old daily pill habit. Eeeek!
Every day, I sing Dave Matthew's "Where are you going?" to whats left of them.
Then I dream about being on Dr. 90210.
If any surgeons wanted to gift me some cc's,
I'll write a post about you.
Alexis can be the queen of really long 700's. Too much of a good thing is NOT always wonderful.
Oh, and you have to be super duper amazing, err, Dr. Rey.
And it will be totally worth it, because here on my blog, I'm my own superstar.
In other news: Anyone else sad that the Pussycat Dolls are no more?
I know the words in title aren't the REAL lyrics to that song, but I always sing whatever I like. And I like these a lot.