No ifs, ands, or butts...

"I love you with all of my butt; I would have said 'all of my heart', but my butt is bigger".  Since I haven't been Facebooking, I'm Pinteresting more these days which truly is way less time consuming, for me anyways. On Pinterest, the quotes board is one of my favorites, and I laughed out loud as I pinned  "all of my butt" because it so appropriately pertains to me.  But the good news is Tom, my boyfriend and husband of 27 years, happens to like my large derriere (I had to google how to spell that), so I'm not to bothered by it.  However I am bothered with being so vertically challenged-I'm five feet.  Exactly five feet tall.  No matter how hard I try to stretch myself, I'm exactly five feet tall, and at 160 pounds, it's not all aesthetically pleasing. Although, I will say in my defense, and God knows I need one, I can carry off 140 pounds and look perfectly fine. I'm an active gal and happen to truly enjoy exercising, particularly running-perhaps I more enjoy the conversations spoken during the long miles, along with the yummy and well earned lunches when said long runs are completed? I have the BEST running buddies, and I treasure our times pounding the pavement and trails; this hasn't happened lately due to crazy work schedules (I miss you AnneMarie and Cinda!). But (no pun intended) I am plain old fat right now, and to combat this dilemma, I've not only been on a healthier eating plan, I also hired a trainer. I love my trainer, Mike.  He's a kid really, I'm plenty old enough to be his mom; this being said, he's very cute, in a boyish way. And he kicks. my. butt. My butt which I told him very clearly that I do not want to lose. And he (ASS)sured me I will not lose all of my inches in one region, so it's all good. I feel terribly guilty spending money on what seems to be an extravagance, but decided I rarely do much for myself, and what I'm paying for this once a week butt kicking session is less than what I formerly spent on wine! And once again, my fantastic girlfriends to the rescue-Tara and Wendy arose to the challenge and commited to join my weekly session which greatly reduces the cost, as we are now a group session, and we have FUN while sweating and moaning (okay that sounded kind of kinky...!!).  We work very hard and encourage each other, we also laugh. A lot. I'm not entirely sure poor Mike knows how to respond when I pull up my shirt and 
say "I hate this cellulite on my stomach and want it GONE"! Or when one of us admits we may have 
peed a little (...yes, it happens); Tara even warned us she sometimes farts while doing abdominal exercises, BAHHHH HAAA HAAA!! Well, she's honest. As I'm laughing like a third grader (because Tara said "fart") Mike is completely unphased, in fact he doesn't miss a beat as he tells us while training, some people have let one fly-in his face. And he must remain professional because "it just happens". Eww. Tara is a physical therapist and completely relates to Mike's dilemma, and Wendy is a midwife who has delivered hundreds of babies, so I can only imagine what she has endured (and again...Eww). Yet together, we are a determined force to be reckoned, and share a common goal. Additionally, all three of us admit if we weren't committed as a group, we most likely would not show up every week. 
     Because I'm heading up north for a much needed getaway with my longtime dear friend, Nickie, I won't be training this weekend. However, AnneMarie stepped up to the challenge and met with Mike and me on Thursday night...thank God for girlfriends-and cute trainers.