I was a skinny, fat girl. What I mean to say is I had zero muscle. My skin hung loosely on my smallish frame. Any muscle tone I had inadvertantly acquired in my twenties by pretending to like hiking in order to snag certain boys had all but disintegrated during pregnancy one. And then I went and got knocked up again and, well, for me, exercising during pregnancy was tantamount to flat ironing my hair before a rainstorm. What’s the point?It's what I'm babbling about today.
Oh my, my, my. How wrong I was.
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