Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

A Gift And A Curse

This post is about my ass. I love my ass. The fiancé really loves my ass. As a black woman who loves dating black men, having an ass that is sizeable is a dream come true. But that ass is both a gift and a curse.

When I’m at a certain weight, my ass looks perfect to me. Not only my ass, also my boobs, my hips, and my legs. All my girly bits really. The downside to this is that I’m overweight when my ass looks perfect to me.

About 15 pounds overweight to be clearer.

So in addition to a great ass, I also have a pudgy stomach. If I came from a different family, perhaps my outlook would be different. My family is very anti-skinny. We’re also not very athletic (unless you count bowling and golf). So when I’m my sexy-ass-15-pounds-overweight self, no one really sees the problem.

But I want to be healthier. And since there seems to be no way to keep the ass and the health, I have to choose. Knowing what I do about visceral fat on the abdomen (it’s bad), I feel compelled to choose my health.

One of my favorite bloggers recently wrote a post saying her version of why she wanted to be healthy. I gave her encouragement and told her I’d be doing the same thing. Two of my resolutions are to exercise more and to cut down on fried foods.

But to be honest, it was a harrowing experience with my wedding dress that really gave me the motivation to realize my phat ass was a fat ass and needed to be corrected. That’s a story for another post.

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