I'm a big fan of The Biggest Loser.
I've been watching it for the last three or four seasons. Every episode. Every week.
I'm in love with Bob. He's on my "list." Even though DRL says that girls are certainly NOT on his list...
But I digress.
At the beginning of this season, Bob and Jillian challenged the contestants to bare all and stand on the scale in front of all their friends and family members.
Then they told America to have the courage to do it, too.
They said it helps motivate people to lose the weight. Showing your peers what you really look like under all the clothes and make-up and Minolo's. (Who am I kidding. I own zero pairs of Minolo's.)
So, readers. Here it is. What I look like underneath the maternity jeans.
I have 20 pounds to lose.
30 if I want to get back to "Ballerina Weight."
Which I don't.
At least not really.
Okay maybe a little.
Look away if you lack a strong stomach.
Or have a touchy upchuck reflex.
Or are currently suffering from the stomach flu or morning sickness, or any other condition that might make upheaval of your evening meal more likely.
Oh...and if you have a heart condition or a history of heart disease.
This is effin' scary.
(I can't believe I actually went through with it...gulp. I feel brave. And mortified.)
This is what I look like after delivering two children.
I'm soft in the middle.
Like a jelly doughnut.
Luckily I have Jillian's 30 Day Shred.
A membership to the YMCA.
My friend Jason who has graciously volunteered to be my trainer.
And this photo to look at.
I don't need this picture.
I have a mirror. A full length one.
Excuse me, I'm going to die now.