<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620</id><updated>2026-05-08T12:40:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Booty</title><subtitle type='html'>If you always do what you always did, you&#39;ll always get what you &#xa;always got</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620.post-803201785459156322</id><published>2012-03-21T11:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T09:52:33.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC9sdxdvyZYbGDZjOEWWw07NNo0eDju8kqRo6gtd9d1qUnBoXDSAGZOPxUpVdw90pcfBn4fbYiIBJAwKf70T8HRk8yb4ri-IATm6hdtvlcoM9yLgMtokC4vpK-CxYj9LyXiF7rpm-Z6k/s1600/fatjpg-c827c60afec1fd48.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC9sdxdvyZYbGDZjOEWWw07NNo0eDju8kqRo6gtd9d1qUnBoXDSAGZOPxUpVdw90pcfBn4fbYiIBJAwKf70T8HRk8yb4ri-IATm6hdtvlcoM9yLgMtokC4vpK-CxYj9LyXiF7rpm-Z6k/s400/fatjpg-c827c60afec1fd48.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722765332001390162&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband rocks. He truly has been supportive of my work towards getting healthier and more fit. I mean, he could hopefully get a trimmer, more toned wife out of it. He surprised me yesterday with some vitamin supplements from GNC. They are called...no joke here...be hot. Oh yes, I can be hot. I took them today and I can really truly say they certainly upped my energy and not in a jittery, I-just-drank-a-pot-of-java kinda way. Could be a placebo effect, but I don&#39;t care. It worked. &lt;br /&gt;I ran/walked the track today and felt good! I felt good after. I STILL feel good. &lt;br /&gt;So my husband rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;I think it&#39;s that he went seeking something that he knew that I would like and would show that he believes in me. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn&#39;t the vitamins...maybe it was just him.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gnc.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3478965&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/803201785459156322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/be-hot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/803201785459156322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/803201785459156322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/be-hot.html' title='BE HOT!'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC9sdxdvyZYbGDZjOEWWw07NNo0eDju8kqRo6gtd9d1qUnBoXDSAGZOPxUpVdw90pcfBn4fbYiIBJAwKf70T8HRk8yb4ri-IATm6hdtvlcoM9yLgMtokC4vpK-CxYj9LyXiF7rpm-Z6k/s72-c/fatjpg-c827c60afec1fd48.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620.post-3063811848248220538</id><published>2012-03-15T11:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T11:34:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FATSUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGNmowsPPlywv5z0-0LQun2oYiKIPkVV-M_pEfdikZZme93Y_OJ21Vhsqnl77MoZxBJdIJCNB2_rGMc_DmeKnXctKvDLgbD0Q_iXEHypnQxahABuoWkd8tZwj0nj6b7-OQ868SKxCqY4/s1600/kids-inflatable-sumo-wrestler-costume.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGNmowsPPlywv5z0-0LQun2oYiKIPkVV-M_pEfdikZZme93Y_OJ21Vhsqnl77MoZxBJdIJCNB2_rGMc_DmeKnXctKvDLgbD0Q_iXEHypnQxahABuoWkd8tZwj0nj6b7-OQ868SKxCqY4/s400/kids-inflatable-sumo-wrestler-costume.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720194156653609362&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem with working out is I feel like I&#39;m wearing a fatsuit. I have lost the energetic, non-jiggly, cheerleader bod of high school and have somehow slipped on the suit &#39;o blubber and let me tell you, I&#39;m struggling with the motivation.  Instead of feeling all enegized to melt the blob suit off, I hate how it is slowing me down or making me feel.  So, I get angry and running up and down stairs angry just isn&#39;t any fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiner. I&#39;m a whiner...but it is how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m mad and I feel so...so...gross.  Like a stranger in my own skin. I have for months..hell...YEARS at this point...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a kick boxing class. Kung Fu fighting my fat might soothe the savage beast of self defeat?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3063811848248220538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/fatsuit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/3063811848248220538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/3063811848248220538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/fatsuit.html' title='THE FATSUIT'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGNmowsPPlywv5z0-0LQun2oYiKIPkVV-M_pEfdikZZme93Y_OJ21Vhsqnl77MoZxBJdIJCNB2_rGMc_DmeKnXctKvDLgbD0Q_iXEHypnQxahABuoWkd8tZwj0nj6b7-OQ868SKxCqY4/s72-c/kids-inflatable-sumo-wrestler-costume.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620.post-1964524308226966726</id><published>2012-03-09T12:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T09:23:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST WEEK MIRROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBd3uhE0Rn0QaW1QMhUEI4EIwGUdfSisSlBPo0bDYkqM2ks69Lf7qDzhE-VO3tGkiX70_Uh5jVzd6CyISDUh2RG6Q58jAicztUehltOgtbopjBz5rLXZLoin7xSPqro3eZMmkPjnaXhY/s1600/donut.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBd3uhE0Rn0QaW1QMhUEI4EIwGUdfSisSlBPo0bDYkqM2ks69Lf7qDzhE-VO3tGkiX70_Uh5jVzd6CyISDUh2RG6Q58jAicztUehltOgtbopjBz5rLXZLoin7xSPqro3eZMmkPjnaXhY/s400/donut.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719046898386565474&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw away a doughnut today. In the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm hmmm. Yes I did. Doughnuts are mean. Kripsy Kreme doughnuts are the devil&#39;s doughnut. I politely took one because it was one of my student&#39;s birthdays and she brought it to me...I couldn&#39;t say no to her sweet little face...but I did say no to the doughnut&#39;s evil little face.  A big fat N-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasteful? Indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie - 1&lt;br /&gt;Doughnut- 0</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1964524308226966726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/first-week-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/1964524308226966726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/1964524308226966726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/first-week-mirror.html' title='FIRST WEEK MIRROR'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBd3uhE0Rn0QaW1QMhUEI4EIwGUdfSisSlBPo0bDYkqM2ks69Lf7qDzhE-VO3tGkiX70_Uh5jVzd6CyISDUh2RG6Q58jAicztUehltOgtbopjBz5rLXZLoin7xSPqro3eZMmkPjnaXhY/s72-c/donut.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620.post-5138677701536908762</id><published>2012-03-08T11:19:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T12:23:44.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PLAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pgEOsgWh6r0V1SaC_6Z1ONMI1WZgCURMt4JOZYyb_nsASKI2hiRmoZIk9RvW7M3_vboSyNck2LaS73mI1ph5k4tspufbtfcFx9vxSeF7Rk2QeC9JzaiOCu4XbfiZ9MggpuxLeoeQ1Xs/s1600/exercise-girls-_4.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pgEOsgWh6r0V1SaC_6Z1ONMI1WZgCURMt4JOZYyb_nsASKI2hiRmoZIk9RvW7M3_vboSyNck2LaS73mI1ph5k4tspufbtfcFx9vxSeF7Rk2QeC9JzaiOCu4XbfiZ9MggpuxLeoeQ1Xs/s400/exercise-girls-_4.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717622033183771522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;So here it is...what I&#39;m gonna do my garsh darndest hardest to follow. I&#39;m not trying anything too rigid but I&#39;m the kinda gal who needs rules. I do best when I think &quot;I&#39;m allowed to this but not that.&quot; In a theatrical sense, I need a script to follow but one that will allow me to put my own spin on it. Combine that with my parents and their medical background and I have a bizarre mix of what speaks to me. But these fellas seem to have a mishmash of things that SEEM to be a good idea and make the best sense to my over researching, mildly medical, give-me-rules-kinda mind.&lt;br /&gt;And to give credit where credit is due, much of this taken from the New York Times best selling author &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/blog/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Tim Ferriss and his book &lt;em&gt;The 4-Hour Body&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ideas are from Adrian Bryant from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nowloss.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;NowLoss.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;FIRST SET OF RULES (a la Tim Ferriss.. Mama Booty needs rules!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Rule 1: Avoid &quot;white&quot; carbohydrates (or anything that can be white)all bread, rice (including brown), cereal, potatoes, pasta, tortillas, and fried food with breading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: Eat the same few meals over and over again.The most successful dieters, regardless of whether their goal is muscle gain or fat-loss, eat the same few meals over and over again. There are 47,000 products in the average U.S. grocery store, but only a handful of them won&#39;t make you fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: Don&#39;t drink calories.Drink massive quantities of water and as much unsweetened tea, coffee or other no-calorie/low-calorie beverages as you like. Do not drink milk (including soy milk), normal soft drinks, or fruit juice. Limit diet soft drinks to no more than 16 ounces per day if you can, as the aspartame can stimulate weight gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: Don&#39;t eat fruit.Just say no to fruit and its principal sugar, fructose, which is converted to glycerol phosphate more efﬁciently than almost all other carbohydrates. Glycerol phosphate = triglycerides (via the liver)= fat storage. There are a few biochemical exceptions to this, but avoiding fruit six days per week is the most reliable policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5: Take one day off per week and go reasonably nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;SECOND SET OF RULES (a la Adrian Bryant...Mama Booty needs more!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;1. Eat raw veggies before every meal. Your body has to burn calories to digest raw foods! AND it helps curb craving for food. Carrots here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;2. Drink ice cold water to help &quot;rev&quot; your metabolism. Your body has to burn calories to heat the water up to body temp! Try to drink a liter per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;3. Exercise twice a day Mon., Weds, Fri. at least 30-40 minutes per session. Exercise once a day for 40-90 minutes per session Tues., Thurs., and Sat. Rest on Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;SO...can I do this?? To be honest, I&#39;m worried about the time to exercise. My days are hectic enough. Does chasing 3 and 1/2 year old twins count anywhere??? Stop it stinkin&#39; old thinkin&#39;! The only way change is gonna come is with CHANGE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5138677701536908762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/5138677701536908762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/5138677701536908762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/plan.html' title='THE PLAN'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pgEOsgWh6r0V1SaC_6Z1ONMI1WZgCURMt4JOZYyb_nsASKI2hiRmoZIk9RvW7M3_vboSyNck2LaS73mI1ph5k4tspufbtfcFx9vxSeF7Rk2QeC9JzaiOCu4XbfiZ9MggpuxLeoeQ1Xs/s72-c/exercise-girls-_4.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375158097971493620.post-2080797921774667426</id><published>2012-03-08T10:17:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T10:50:26.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY GOT BACK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREO1Rno5jqWC8CxdBI1PTAiQvOGhxSmLxrnyBelXHJGYumxGzXOGrINF3FYxx8XaIlJ8o5r42do6vance0Cu5P7nq8GI6v8i5DKupEEjoV0d0Hxtd13oM_CLbjeLdpH1GbDpPMY4EVIk/s1600/imagesCA07BLZO.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 207px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREO1Rno5jqWC8CxdBI1PTAiQvOGhxSmLxrnyBelXHJGYumxGzXOGrINF3FYxx8XaIlJ8o5r42do6vance0Cu5P7nq8GI6v8i5DKupEEjoV0d0Hxtd13oM_CLbjeLdpH1GbDpPMY4EVIk/s400/imagesCA07BLZO.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717600541832435922&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;...and in my opinion, I got too much of it. That&#39;s why I&#39;m here. Call it holding myself accountable for all to see. Call it self-serving BS. Call it what you like, but I can&#39;t help but think that if I write about it, I might succeed. I&#39;m just like a lot of you, I know I am. I attempt to diet, succeed for a while and then give up. I eat well and then don&#39;t exercise. OR I exercise and eat like crap and all the while I do the cha cha with self-loathing about how I look. I erase pics because I look chunky. I say &quot;thank you&quot; if people tell me I look great and secretly think they are just trying to be nice. I undoubtedly KNOW I look way fatter than I did before I had my twins. AND I can say all the normal and &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; mommy things that my girls mean way more to me than my saggy belly skin, stretched out stomach muscles and fat...but the bottom line is I haven&#39;t dealt with the post babies body like I should. I literally haven&#39;t worked my ass off to fix it. But now it&#39;s time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Who&#39;s with me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Wait, there should be a plan, right? Right..a plan..an evil, fat sucking, badonkadonk  shrinking, muscle toning plan that somehow miraculously works in both motivation and consistency. And somehow I have to make it happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2080797921774667426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/baby-got-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/2080797921774667426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375158097971493620/posts/default/2080797921774667426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabooty.blogspot.com/2012/03/baby-got-back.html' title='BABY GOT BACK...'/><author><name>laurielou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295559693131618987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREO1Rno5jqWC8CxdBI1PTAiQvOGhxSmLxrnyBelXHJGYumxGzXOGrINF3FYxx8XaIlJ8o5r42do6vance0Cu5P7nq8GI6v8i5DKupEEjoV0d0Hxtd13oM_CLbjeLdpH1GbDpPMY4EVIk/s72-c/imagesCA07BLZO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>