When I was a teenager, I used to notice older women and how their bodies aged and I vowed never to look like that. . .

* Flabby thighs that stopped moving 30 seconds after they did.
* Excess fat that bubbled out over their too tight bra strap.
* A muffin top mid section that spilled out of their jeans trying to escape the cramped quarters.
* And that back fat – when they put their shoulders back slightly, the created cleavage left on-lookers wondering if they were coming or going!

Teenagers can be so “kind”. I wonder what teenager is vowing the same after looking at me now.

But move over, Pamela Lee Anderson! Here I come! (Just kidding; I’m a realist. Besides, I don’t even know Pamela’s trainer OR her plastic surgeon.) I just want to make improvements to what I have to become the best me I can be.

I want to be stronger; (getting up off the floor shouldn’t be my only strength training!)

I want to be comfortable in my clothes (and stop blaming the manufacturers for their warped sense of size!)

I don’t want to be winded after climbing a flight of stairs (unless it’s a pyramid in Egypt!)

I think I’m even ready to give up that back fat cleavage!